Game of Thrones Oneshots

Robb x Reader- To get along: part 1

REQUESTED ONESHOT 

With one swift swipe of your leg, Robb fell flat on his ass and the Stark children laughed at their older brother. He looked up at you with a glare. Face rosy from either the cold or the embarrassment of losing to you. A girl who he only thought enjoyed fine fur cloaks and sewing by the fire. All while you grinned in victory, resting your wooden sword on your shoulder and held your free hand on your hip. 

"Never underestimate me, Robb." You winked and passed your sword to Arya, who watched you in excited awe. "Most tend to fall on their ass that way." 

Robb sprung up to his feet. Patting himself down and grumbled, "lucky hit." 

He tried not to show it, but his whole body ached. The places where you landed successful hits were surely bruised under the layers of clothing. A chuckle came from above and everyone looked up. Ned Stark leaned against the fencing, watching you all from a small distance above. "Maybe it'll be (y/n) who'll do the protecting when you're married." 

Neither you or Robb could withhold the cringing disgust and turned away from each other. You looked as if you had bit into a lemon as you choked out, "Can't I be paired up with someone else." 

"For you and Robb to be married was your fathers dying wish. There is no way we can go against it." Here we go again. The same explanation as always. You barely could remember your father as you were young when he passed away and left you in the care of the Starks. And though you still had a small remnant of love for the man, you held irritation towards his wish to join you and Robb together. Ned must have seen your frown deepen and continued, "come now, you and Robb were best friends when you were little. Can't you get along now?"

"Hardly." Robb interjected and rolled his stiff shoulders. "My day would be a lot better if I never see her walking about all smug and up herself." 

"Well excuse me future brooding Lord of Winterfell, how about I lock myself away in my room to appease your inferiority complex." 

Robb turned to you, "will there ever be a day when you just shut up."

"And let you run around making a fool of yourself?" You leaned towards him smirking, "never." 

Before anyone could speak up, you both shoved past each other. Making sure to ram your shoulders into one another and cast a pointed glare before marching away in opposite directions. As if either of you would ever get along. 

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You leaned against the stable wall while a young man braced his arm against it, close to your head. He leaned towards you, muttering all sorts of complements and flirtatious lines, and you happily welcomed such attention from a handsome man. This was all too common. Most of the younger men in Winterfell would watch you walk by and you loved it. Who wouldn't like knowing you were wanted! 

When you were sure no one was looking, you grasped the mans shirt and pulled him towards you. Both eager to steal a sneaky peck. Yet he stopped mid way. Abruptly ripped away from you by the one and only Robb Stark. The young man scrambled away and left you alone with him. He was seething and you had no clue why. 

"What have I done wrong now?" You groaned, pushing off the stable wall. 

"You're embarrassing yourself and my family." Robb noticed people stopping and staring, so he grabbed your arm and pulled you into the stables. Where no one could witness you argue. "I know you don't want to be tied to me, but you need to have a little respect for the Stark name whilst we're engaged." 

Rolling your eyes, you turned away from him to sit on a hay bale. Slapping your hands on your thighs as you released a heavy sigh, "you're too dramatic. I was just having fun. Is that so bad?"