#robbeonsa

Snuggles and reassurance, for both of them. I think Robb goes more for promises of protection while Sansa goes more for comforting. (And having Robb holding you and promising to protect you is very effective nightmare-repellent!)

Robb: *wears a shirt that says: I’m Robb and I don’t want him, give him to Sansa*

Theon kissed Sansa’s bare shoulder as Robb carefully wrapped the bandages around her. Sansa had stopped crying, but her face was still blotchy and red, streaked with tears. She had been crying on and off all day, from mingled grief and joy. Robb was weeping, silently, tears disappearing into his scruffy beard.

“Brave girl,” Robb said. “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I wasn’t faster. I didn’t think—I never wanted to hurt you.”

What was their first impression of each other?

Theon's first impression of both of them when he got to Winterfell was “oh, small children” and nothing more. (His second impression, when he was not quite so distracted, was that Robb was charmingly adoring of him and a suitable little brother/protege. There may have been fantasies of returning to the Iron Islands with Robb as a hostage companion. Sansa, by contrast, was largely irrelevant to him until later, when they got a bit older.

Robb’s and Sansa’s first impressions of Theon was “oh!!! big brother!! dad brought me a big brother!!!” 

Who initiated the relationship, and how did it go?

Robb confessed to Theon while they were riding in the woods, shocking Theon so badly that he fell off his horse and hit his head. Theon then insisted that Robb’s confession was a concussion-induced hallucination until Robb started kissing him whenever he did.

Many years later, Theon was very content to simply pine away for Sansa until he nearly died and she was so relieved that he was alive that she kissed him.

In all of these Theon was Incredibly Shocked.

Who’s the big and little spoon?

There are a couple of configurations that they spoon in, depending on who’s had a nightmare more recently. One is a simple big spoon-middle spoon-little spoon, in which Robb is the biggest spoon, and Theon and Sansa switch middle and little spoons. The other is a more symmetrical cuddle, where there’s one person in the middle and the other two are curled around the middle person, like parentheses. In this case, Robb and Sansa are on the two edges and Theon is in the middle.

And then Grey Wind decides to say hi, and smushes all of them equally.

Who’s more protective?

you probably have :3

Thanks for the prompt! (And don’t worry, I was kind 💕)

Theon was in heaven. If he died at this exact moment then he would die happily and with no regrets.

Well, one regret, “Please just kiss me already.” He begged, pulling his most pitiful eyes.

His lovers were so cruel, denying him of the kisses he so desired, nay, needed!

A set of laughs above him, one high pitched and sweet, the other low and sending a heat to his belly.

“Now why would we do that?” Sansa asked, running a teasing finger down his cheek, “You look so pretty squirming for us.”

“Aye,” Robb gently tugged on his hair, “Why would we give in so easily?”

Theon stuck out his bottom lip and widened his eyes even further, “Please?”

He felt Sansa lean closer to him, her hair brushing against his skin, and closed his eyes ready for a kiss to be pressed against his lips… only for them to snap open again as a kiss was pressed to his jaw.

“Unfair!” He whined, trying to tilt his head to meet her lips.

“But she’s doing as you asked,” Robb laughed, “She is kissing you.”

Theon whined again, “But that wasn’t what I meant and you know it!”

“Oh?” Sansa pulled back, and already Theon missed the sensation of her hair gently teasing his skin, and the feel of her warm mouth, “Was it not?”

Theon shook his head, and shut his eyes to try and force back the frustrated tears that wanted to fall. He loved and hated it when they decided to tease him, adored and despised it when they teamed up to drive him mad.

A kiss was pressed against his forehead, then his eyelids, his temple, the tip of his nose. Kisses placed all over his face, everywhere except the one place he truly wanted to be kissed.

Again and again he was kissed, until he was sure that not one place had been missed.

And then finally, just as he was ready to turn the tables and initiate the kiss himself, a hard kiss was pressed against his lips, drawing a moan from his throat.

His eyes fluttered open as the mouth drew away, giving him a perfect view of Robb smiling smugly. He did not have long to bask in that sight though before Sansa pressed a kiss of her own to his mouth. Her white teeth gently nipped at his lips, and Theon felt so very loved and owned.

A dazed smile filled his face and he relaxed as they separated. He could not even be annoyed by their matching smug smiles, nor the way they had teased him, not when the payoff had been so good.