he died so they could live

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Hand grips Robb’s hair a little tighter, and he pulls back to look into the hero’s eyes, catching the bit of hesitation in the other’s expression. “Robb…” he starts to say softly. “Stop.” He leans in, hand carefully resting on the other’s chest once again, and he starts to kiss slowly down the other’s neck, eyes fluttering and looking down to the scars.

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He stops the moment the other’s voice commands him to. Always a little too eager to please, even if he is the elder of the two. He only wants him more as he lets himself come to a relaxing stop and feeling the moment that he is actually in, over what is clouding his mind all too much for his own good. Robb aches for nothing more than to feel Nolan and to enjoy the moment shared between them.

There’s the thinnest smile on his lips as he feels Robb’s hands move up and down his body, head resting into the other’s neck. He lets out a soft hum against the other’s skin, one hand gently resting over Robb’s chest, being careful not to hurt him as idle fingers explore the scars. He’s fascinated with Robb. Everything about him. A hero of the war. Brave, and fucking gorgeous. Just how did he end up in this man’s bed again?

Part of him remains self conscious. The other part of him remains eager to have more of Nolan’s hands along his frame, to be able to feel and explore every part of him. A soft hum comes from past his lips as he only aches to be nearer,  to feel flesh upon flesh, having him in all of the ways he has perhaps thought about a little too often for his own good. 

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@wolvencrown​ asked:

you’re bleeding.

         “… so I am.” 

He tried to act surprised, as though the blow hadn’t hurt something awful.. wouldn’t want to appear weak. 

         “S’just a scratch, Stark. Don’t tell me y’er scared of a          little blood?’

He grinned through the pain. A true Ironborn would not waver so easily, and so, neither can he. Already he’d heard the whispers, more pup than kraken… he would prove them all wrong. 

         “I’ll be fine.” 

         There was concern written all over his face, looking over at Theon as he was bleeding.  A scratch,  maybe,  but that didn’t stop him from being worried about the other. 

“Not scared of any blood.”  There went his eye rolling,  unable to help himself when Theon got like that.  He was no stranger to blood himself with how often he got himself into a bit of trouble.  Not usually from being punched but regardless.  His hand reached out to give a touch,  careful to not give him any more pain.

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 𝐎𝐅  " 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 “  𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ?

i hate you (i love you)

this is said with a sort of disbelief, that you can't believe you love this person, that you could never have imagined they would make you feel such affection and fondness for them. they're a little shit, the most ridiculous person you've ever met, and you would absolutely die for them. you say "i hate you," and they just shoot you that stupid grin of theirs. maybe they throw it back at you. neither of you has to say "i love you," to know that you do, it goes without saying.

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@wolvencrown​  ✿ ━ continued from here

Where had the words come from, she wondered? When had they formed and slipped from her tongue for his and the Gods to hear? Perhaps that had taken root deep inside her from the moment her doe eyes had found his Tully hues, so much like his sister’s and yet so utterly different. Robb Stark, a name she had heard plenty in her past. A handsome man to be said by most, the young wolf. Yet no one had mentioned how warm his smile was, something she had discovered the first time she had made him do so. Perhaps the words had slowly crawled their way from the depth of her then as well. A slow journey the words had taken, from the depths of her mind to the tip of her tongue. Moments where they had begged to be heard, to be spoken, when she had found herself within his company, all too comfortable around him, lost in the ease of his presence. 

Robb Stark, the only other to truly understand what it meant to come back from the dead. The horror they had faced. The loss that they both grieved. The guilt over being the ones to come when others did not. It was Robb that she found solace when she could not sleep for fear of dreams where the fire had claimed her. Until her dreams had started to fill with the image of him instead and sleep had found her much more peacefully. She was a woman with no home, no family, yet with the Starks, in their home of Winterfell, she felt at peace. She felt as if it were becoming her home as well — Sansa had helped with that with their slowly rebuilding friendship from all those years ago, but with Robb, it was something new. Something different than she had ever felt before. Feeling it more and more as the days had gone past and every moment was spent around him. Two haunted spirits drawn to one another, making her not feel alone anymore. 

Margaery Tyrell was not a woman that easily let her emotions known, Olenna Tyrell had done well to guide her granddaughter to hide her wants and desires under her sleeve. Yet the feelings that transpired and grew when she was around the young wolf was something different altogether. Undeniable. Every stare, brush against each other accidental and some perhaps not so. She could not hide that, the tension between them growing that she was sure everyone knew. Whispered about them behind their backs as they had made their way out of the dining hall and into the Godswood, walking side by side. Her hand always mere inches away from his as they trekked through the snow, the cold doing little to ease her heated skin. She felt an ache within her, the silence between them deafening, the rush of blood in her ears as her heart fluttered within her chest, telling her she was alive, they were alive, and yet… She wanted to feel alive with him. Then the words came out, unlike any she had ever said before, desperation fueling her. Words that needed to be said. Relief had flooded her when she caught sight of his smirk, his question bringing a smirk of her own as well as a breathless, “Y e s,” a plain word for something so much more. It did not feel so one-sided as his body pressed her back against the tree behind her, a shakey breath escaping her. Hands reaching, clutching upon the fabric along his sides, feeling her body tremble. She tilted her chin up, hearing him utter her name — such a beautiful sound from his lips — the same lips that brushed against hers, evoking a soft gasp from her own lips. “Mmm?” she hummed, swallowing hard, body starving for his touch, his kiss. She groaned, feeling him press further against her, the feel of his hands pulling at her skirts — By the Gods — her breath panting slightly as she fought to open her eyes, to look at his handsome face, hands sliding up his body, the curves of his neck and grasping him gently. Her nose grazes against his, tongue licking her lips and she leans just short against his own lips. She smiled at his words, doe eyes looking up at him, shaking her head gently. “Longer than I should have… Though I hold no shame over it… Only that perhaps I should have said something far sooner than now.” She wanted to kiss him, her body begged for it, yet she refrained, not until she asked. “And you? What of you, Robb? How long has it been for you?”

Her words continued to remain on his mind. He repeated them as he looked upon her. As if Robb could not believe that they were true, that they came from those lips of hers, and were directed at him. He could feel the heat rising between the pair of them from the moment they had a proper meeting. To have Margaery there looking upon him as she had made the shared walk necessary, for there was nothing to be done with how they looked upon one another in the company of others. Not that he would dare to think that any look exchanged between one another was truly noticed by the others. Perhaps Sansa. Only with how frosty his relationship with his sister had been he would not expect her to repeat anything to him, even if she remained close with the woman that was managing to prove that there was another world that he was meant to be partaking in. One far from the one he was still so attached to regardless that it had brought him to his end. 

It was not his sister that was upon his mind as he carried on with Margaery. She was distracting him in all the best ways. Often it felt as if she was the only one who understood him as well as the only one who did not seem to ask many questions about things he did not wish to answer. A certain bond formed as she came to Winterfell and he began to get to know her. Another that opened him up to what life after the tragedies had to offer. He was doing his best in order to not think with the parts of him that got him into trouble prior. His head needed to rule what was, not his heart or his cock. She proved to be the greatest test of such things, certainly with his words. Spending his time with a Northern lady from a known family would gain him far more favor with the lords. Only his interests seemed to be of the Southron variety. If they were to perish by what lies on the other side of the wall perhaps he should live the life he wished to. Not the one he thought others wished. 

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War was only a distant memory now. Tragedies, and anxieties placed off to the side, at least for a moment, so they could enjoy the one good- nearly perfect thing that had come out of it all. He was glad that what they’d had, hadn’t just come to an end in the battlefields, in the infirmary rooms of their military base, but that it had continued after. “I think…that after everything you’ve been through…you deserve to take a day off, and not think about anything else.” Lips curl into a smile of his own, arms wrapping over Robb’s shoulder’s, bright blue eyes looking into his, enticed by the hero, one who must have been a king in a previous life, after what he had done to protect his men.

Eyes look down to Robb’s lips, and he leans in, bringing their lips together. He lets out a soft hum into the kiss, legs starting to wrap around Robb’s waist as well, and he slowly starts to kiss down the other’s neck, and shoulder, all the way down to his chest.

Robb was eager to forget about the war and pretend that it had no happened. That was not possible, though. It was something that would be with him forever. It didn’t need to be with him as he found himself looking at Nolan, more interested in spending his time with him than letting the thoughts and memories creep back into his mind.

“I do, don’t I?” As Nolan moved closer to him a smile crossed his lips. His arms wrapped around the other male, liking the feel of how close the two of them were. A very nice way to spend the rest of his evening instead of his own mind. 

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       there’s a playfulness that finds them the moment that they find themselves alone,  entirely withdrawn from who they need to be when they have the focus of others with strong opinions upon them.  it does not hurt that she seems to be very persuasive when it comes to her dress falling to the floor and his eyes entirely focused upon her nude frame that has proved to be quite the distraction.  her beauty has always been something that he was taken by.  her breasts even more so.  the weakness of man. 

what started with him in control had her taking it for herself.  robb certainly did not mind as she took the lead.  not when it came to the bedroom or whether it came to the matters of their combined efforts in essos.  not to say he did not have strong opinions.  there was always a healthy amount of discussion taking place between them.  perhaps,  someone would even dare to call it bickering as they made an attempt to come to the conclusions that they needed to survive as they were.  another topic for a time when he wasn’t filled with a certain desire that was only becoming all the more obvious the longer the two of them spent tucked away in the room where no one was to come bother them. 

with a soft sound spilling from his lips robb found himself upon his back.  with her atop of him his desire only seemed to grow.  needless to say he had no spent much time around the most docile of women.  no surprise that his attraction to her would be so apparent nearly all of the time.  something that he dared to try to hide so those around them could not see just how far gone he was for her.  whether or not he proved to be any good at it was another subject entirely.  as his hands moved upon his head,  held down by her weight,  breasts before him,  he let her have her fun.  surely he could break free from her grasp at any moment.  for now,  he would let her have her fun before he broke free and gained his upper hand back.  often a tug of war between them.  

@wolvencrown​ | continued from x 

NEWS OF THE KING’S RETURN HAD BEEN A MIRACLE. How he managed to escape such horrors when her own father could not is both a blessing and a curse. It takes time to finally find him and see him, understandably so. He is King after all, and after a scare such as this, there is no doubt why people flock to him. Her chest is heaving when she reaches him, hoping for some time alone before he is flocked again. When she is pulled into his embrace, she stiffens for a moment at the sudden act. But that is short lived as she settles into his arms, relaxing one more and throwing her arms around him in return. Her nose furrows into the fur on his cloak, forehead nuzzling against the crook of his neck. Her chest aches at the realization of emptiness from her fallen members, only pulling him in tighter. A deep breath resolves the welling of tears in her eyes. She must remain composed around him. 

“I was so WORRIED, Robb. When I heard what happened I —“ she cannot even complete the sentence. “I’m glad you’re safe.”

Robb felt a sense of relief at being alive. He also managed to feel a guilt at being alive. To know that so many others around him in that very moment lost their family members and their friends while he survived. He could never bring the others back. That much was true for Talia as he looked upon her. A sadness in his eye as he wished to explain everything, only to explain nothing. His mouth closed as quickly as it had opened, doing his best to remain as composed as he could no matter the amount of people around him only proved to overwhelm the young king. There was something to be said for dying and rising back to life that he could not quite explain. Not to others, nor to himself. All he could do was try to accommodate the others as best as he could. Something he had not seemed to manage when he was alive and the entire realm knew it.