Robb x Gwen Master Archive [ Part 1 / 6 ]
So believe it or not, on Tumblr, thenameismaynard posted this graphic of Robb/Gwen and I was like ?!?!?!?! YAAAAAASSSSS. I immediately jumped on the ship, started making graphics and manip gifs and it was glorious because it's a crackship and nothing can ruin it, right?
WRONG.
Game of Thrones got terrible and Robb got terrible and my motivation died a lot. Do I still love them and reminisce? Totally. Which is why I wanted to compile a masterlist so I can easily spiral down memory lane. (Because Gwen is still perfect and she deserves good things.) Without further ado...
[direct tumblr link | orig. posted Sept 2011]
Reference Guide:
[x] Gifs and graphics displayed are created by me, unless otherwise stated. Please do not re-post anywhere else. Let me know if a link is broken.
[x] Drabbles that are directly posted alongside the gif/graphic are written by me.
[x] Drabbles or fics that have been attached to the gif by other authors are linked. I encourage you to explore all the contributed writings! They're great!
[x] I can't promise that all of these drabble attachments are PG.
[x] Special thanks to anjali_organna and threemeows for their ongoing friendship and comaraderie.
[x] Finally, I'm very sorry.Robb x Gwen Archive
Part ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX
a.k.a. Robb finds himself in Camelot.
[direct tumblr link | orig. posted June 2011 | drabble attachment: (dfriendly)]
[direct tumblr link | orig. posted June 2011 | drabble attachments: (3m/theopensea) (mylifeasafangirl)]
[direct tumblr link | orig. posted June 2011 | drabble attachments: (3m) (mylifeasafangirl)]
[direct tumblr link | orig. posted June 2011]
[direct tumblr link | orig. posted June 2011]
"I must thank you for welcoming me into your home... during all of this," says her charming house guest for the past week. "A lesser person would've left me out to the streets as it seems my money is no use to me here."
"Actually, you've thanked me several times already," she laughs and he as well, only if it was a quirk at the mouth. It's the closest he ever gets to really brightening up. She knows it must be an unsettling ordeal for him, so far away from home - a city called Winterfell in a land also unfamiliar to her. But what did she know of the world? She's only ever lived in Camelot. Not that she hasn't seen so many different people (she has Merlin to thank for that), but none quite as intriguing as Robb Stark of Winterfell.
"I hope I haven't been trouble," he interrupts her thoughts.
"Barely any. You've been my best guest thus far," Gwen grins at the thoughts of Arthur's last stay in her home during the jousting tournament. "If only they all were nearly as polite as you."
"Do you live alone?"
She pauses, memories of dad poking the hearth - still covered in dirt and grime from the forge, and of Elyan, who only travels farther and farther away. "Y-yes. It used to be my father and I, but... he's gone now. Passed." Gwen fiddles with the linen of her apron. She's never really talked about her father's death. She never realized how long it had been.
"I'm sorry," he offers his sympathy. "My own father also faces death. I only hope to get back before it's too late." His face grows dark and reminds Gwen how very little she knows of her kind stranger. She, too, hopes his father escapes the fate hers had unfortunately met. Gwen doesn't say it, because the moment has passed and his eyes tell her he's far away now - so impulsively and gently, she takes his hand in hers and the gesture conveys it just as well.
fin.
[direct tumblr link | original gif | orig. posted July 2011 | drabble attachment: (mylifeasafangirl)]
And the roads we have to walk are winding
And all the lights that lead the way are blinding[direct tumblr link | orig. posted June 2011 | (mylifeasafangirl)]
[direct tumblr link | orig. posted June 2011 | drabble attachment: (theopensea)]
[direct tumblr link | orig. posted June 2011 | drabble attachment: (3m)]
And I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills...
[direct tumblr link | orig. posted June 2011]
[direct tumblr link | orig. posted June 2011 | drabble attachment: (3m)]
theopensea asked: NO ONE HAS PROMPTED YOU ROBB/GWEN? WHAT IS THIS FUCKERY.
She fiddles with it inside her dress pocket, the cool metal easing her nerves just slightly. Perhaps it's too fast? Too forward? Too assuming? Gwen jerks her hand out of her pocket to take hold of the stirring spoon. The door opens, the already existing jitters making her jump and she throws a sheepish look at Robb's amused one. Robb tucks the pile of firewood aside the hearth and throws a few twigs in the fire. "We'll be needing more soon," says Robb. "I'll see if I can gather more the day after tomorrow."
Gwen nods vigorously and mumbles a "good, sounds good" when he does not see. "Food's almost done," she says, taking the pot out of the fire and placing it on the table to cool. Unfortunately that leaves her hands free to fidget, taking up her apron to wring, letting it drop, and taking it up again. She watches him pass over to the window to prop it open. He always does, being so unused to the heat. Where Gwen might wear her cloak inside, he would walk about with a single doublet.
"Is something wrong?" he asks, addressing her but facing shutter.
"No, nothing," she quickly says, grabbing the metal in her pocket. He's looking out and Gwen takes a moment to steel herself. It's been a full year since Robb Stark, former Lord of Winterfell, showed up on her doorstep, lost and brooding - a sharp contrast to Merlin's cheery, oblivious grin. It's well past the length of time she'd predicted it'd be before she would see him leave. Most all of them did. Elyan, her father... Lancelot - even Morgana. Gwen was well prepared to let him stay however long he needed, only day after day he came back. Then, he found work at the carpenter's. And if that didn't surprise her, the fact that one night she came home to find a newly polished table did. (The stools needed work, something Robb had discovered after attempting to sit.)
Gwen smiles back on the memory and flashes of more come unbidden: nights when she shivers in the cold only to hear him creep as quietly as he could to tend the hearth, times when she would ease the splinters out of his hands, and long evenings just talking. She knows enough about his past not to press: the lord father that was beheaded, the brothers he left behind, the mother hidden in a vale, and the sisters that were lost. And he, exiled to escape a far worse punishment. It was then Gwen realized he was here to stay, an uncommon occurrence. So it was now or never.
"It'll be winter again soon," she starts and pulls the key out in one motion. "I made another key - for you - so that, well, so that you could come and go at your leisure. And well, it -- you don't have to accept. It's just, I thought perhaps -- "
"Thank you." Robb's in front of her now, gently sliding the key out of her fingers. "I was starting to think you didn't want me here."
"No, of course not. I mean, I do," she takes a breath at his teasing grin. "It's been awhile since I -- since I haven't been alone and I've forgotten I've the only key. Although Merlin seems to always find a way in that I haven't quite figured out yet."
Robb slips the key inside a pocket and Gwen finds the tension relax through her shoulders. They enjoy their evening meal together talking about the castle gossip and roof work for Tyll's home and Gwen finds she's become accustomed to the routine and the company.
[direct tumblr link | orig. posted August 2011]
[direct tumblr link | orig. posted June 2011 | drabble attachment: (3m)]
[direct tumblr link | orig. posted June 2011 | drabble attachment: (biathenas)]
The battle holds at the Ridge of Ascetir for ten dark days without sunlight. Morgana and Merlin raise thunderous clouds but there is no rain, and lightning is their deadliest misfortune. On the tenth day (night?), the sorcerers cease their magic and the clouds clear, the blinding sun reminding them of light in the sky. Merlin holds his position, unsure of what trick Morgana dares try. Arthur had fallen the night before, a stray spear lodged deep at his side and Robb effectively took command of the men.
A boom cuts through the air, but it is not thunder this time. Morgana's voice echoes and it shakes Gwen to the core.
"Hand over that traitorous queen and you will have your peace. You decide. Merlin, you can have your king or you can have your friend. What has it always been in the past?"
Merlin visibly swallows, a dark shadow crossing over his eyes. Robb pushes his gelding forward, dirty and bloody sword in hand.
"Lord Stark--" she utters, ready to give herself up - if only to stop the fighting, because Arthur is dying and Merlin is exhausted, but Robb throws her a look that silences her and addresses the faceless voice.
"Peace was never an option," the young lord spoke in a calm tone, sure that the witch could hear him - hear all of them. "I will not have Her Grace's death on my conscience and that is to be sure should we hand her to you. If you believed to get her so easily, well - I wouldn't count on it."
"So be it. Your death is of little consequence to Albion."
[direct tumblr link | orig. posted August 2011]
[direct tumblr link | orig. posted June 2011 | drabble attachments: (3m) (mylifeasafangirl)]
[direct tumblr link | orig. posted July 2011 | drabble attachment: (theopensea)]
In the night I hear them talk, coldest story ever told
Somewhere far along this road he lost his soul[direct tumblr link | orig. posted June 2011]
And I'll be wearing white
When I come into your kingdom
I'm as green as the ring on
My little cold finger
If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river, at dawn
Send me away with
Words of a love song
[direct tumblr link | orig. posted August 2011]
[direct tumblr link | orig. posted June 2011 | drabble attachments: (theopensea) (thetaoofzoe)(luciferdecker)]
[direct tumblr link | orig. posted June 2011]
[direct tumblr link | orig. posted June 2011]
[direct tumblr link | orig. posted June 2011]
"This is no quarrel of yours, Young Wolf."
"I'm afraid you'll find that it is."
[direct tumblr link | orig. posted July 2011]
[direct tumblr link | orig. posted June 2011]
[direct tumblr link | orig. posted June 2011 | drabble attachment: (thetaoofzoe) (mylifeasafangirl)]
[direct tumblr link | orig. posted June 2011 | drabble attachment: (biathenas)]
[direct tumblr link | orig. posted June 2011 | drabble attachment: (mylifeasafangirl)]
There's so many wars we fought
There's so many things we're not
But with what we have
I promise you that
We're marchin' on[direct tumblr link | orig. posted June 2011]
To part 2.
WRONG.
Game of Thrones got terrible and Robb got terrible and my motivation died a lot. Do I still love them and reminisce? Totally. Which is why I wanted to compile a masterlist so I can easily spiral down memory lane. (Because Gwen is still perfect and she deserves good things.) Without further ado...
[direct tumblr link | orig. posted Sept 2011]
Reference Guide:
[x] Gifs and graphics displayed are created by me, unless otherwise stated. Please do not re-post anywhere else. Let me know if a link is broken.
[x] Drabbles that are directly posted alongside the gif/graphic are written by me.
[x] Drabbles or fics that have been attached to the gif by other authors are linked. I encourage you to explore all the contributed writings! They're great!
[x] I can't promise that all of these drabble attachments are PG.
[x] Special thanks to anjali_organna and threemeows for their ongoing friendship and comaraderie.
[x] Finally, I'm very sorry.Robb x Gwen Archive
Part ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX
a.k.a. Robb finds himself in Camelot.
[direct tumblr link | orig. posted June 2011 | drabble attachment: (dfriendly)]
[direct tumblr link | orig. posted June 2011 | drabble attachments: (3m/theopensea) (mylifeasafangirl)]
[direct tumblr link | orig. posted June 2011 | drabble attachments: (3m) (mylifeasafangirl)]
[direct tumblr link | orig. posted June 2011]
[direct tumblr link | orig. posted June 2011]
"I must thank you for welcoming me into your home... during all of this," says her charming house guest for the past week. "A lesser person would've left me out to the streets as it seems my money is no use to me here."
"Actually, you've thanked me several times already," she laughs and he as well, only if it was a quirk at the mouth. It's the closest he ever gets to really brightening up. She knows it must be an unsettling ordeal for him, so far away from home - a city called Winterfell in a land also unfamiliar to her. But what did she know of the world? She's only ever lived in Camelot. Not that she hasn't seen so many different people (she has Merlin to thank for that), but none quite as intriguing as Robb Stark of Winterfell.
"I hope I haven't been trouble," he interrupts her thoughts.
"Barely any. You've been my best guest thus far," Gwen grins at the thoughts of Arthur's last stay in her home during the jousting tournament. "If only they all were nearly as polite as you."
"Do you live alone?"
She pauses, memories of dad poking the hearth - still covered in dirt and grime from the forge, and of Elyan, who only travels farther and farther away. "Y-yes. It used to be my father and I, but... he's gone now. Passed." Gwen fiddles with the linen of her apron. She's never really talked about her father's death. She never realized how long it had been.
"I'm sorry," he offers his sympathy. "My own father also faces death. I only hope to get back before it's too late." His face grows dark and reminds Gwen how very little she knows of her kind stranger. She, too, hopes his father escapes the fate hers had unfortunately met. Gwen doesn't say it, because the moment has passed and his eyes tell her he's far away now - so impulsively and gently, she takes his hand in hers and the gesture conveys it just as well.
fin.
[direct tumblr link | original gif | orig. posted July 2011 | drabble attachment: (mylifeasafangirl)]
And the roads we have to walk are winding
And all the lights that lead the way are blinding[direct tumblr link | orig. posted June 2011 | (mylifeasafangirl)]
[direct tumblr link | orig. posted June 2011 | drabble attachment: (theopensea)]
[direct tumblr link | orig. posted June 2011 | drabble attachment: (3m)]
And I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills...
[direct tumblr link | orig. posted June 2011]
[direct tumblr link | orig. posted June 2011 | drabble attachment: (3m)]
theopensea asked: NO ONE HAS PROMPTED YOU ROBB/GWEN? WHAT IS THIS FUCKERY.
She fiddles with it inside her dress pocket, the cool metal easing her nerves just slightly. Perhaps it's too fast? Too forward? Too assuming? Gwen jerks her hand out of her pocket to take hold of the stirring spoon. The door opens, the already existing jitters making her jump and she throws a sheepish look at Robb's amused one. Robb tucks the pile of firewood aside the hearth and throws a few twigs in the fire. "We'll be needing more soon," says Robb. "I'll see if I can gather more the day after tomorrow."
Gwen nods vigorously and mumbles a "good, sounds good" when he does not see. "Food's almost done," she says, taking the pot out of the fire and placing it on the table to cool. Unfortunately that leaves her hands free to fidget, taking up her apron to wring, letting it drop, and taking it up again. She watches him pass over to the window to prop it open. He always does, being so unused to the heat. Where Gwen might wear her cloak inside, he would walk about with a single doublet.
"Is something wrong?" he asks, addressing her but facing shutter.
"No, nothing," she quickly says, grabbing the metal in her pocket. He's looking out and Gwen takes a moment to steel herself. It's been a full year since Robb Stark, former Lord of Winterfell, showed up on her doorstep, lost and brooding - a sharp contrast to Merlin's cheery, oblivious grin. It's well past the length of time she'd predicted it'd be before she would see him leave. Most all of them did. Elyan, her father... Lancelot - even Morgana. Gwen was well prepared to let him stay however long he needed, only day after day he came back. Then, he found work at the carpenter's. And if that didn't surprise her, the fact that one night she came home to find a newly polished table did. (The stools needed work, something Robb had discovered after attempting to sit.)
Gwen smiles back on the memory and flashes of more come unbidden: nights when she shivers in the cold only to hear him creep as quietly as he could to tend the hearth, times when she would ease the splinters out of his hands, and long evenings just talking. She knows enough about his past not to press: the lord father that was beheaded, the brothers he left behind, the mother hidden in a vale, and the sisters that were lost. And he, exiled to escape a far worse punishment. It was then Gwen realized he was here to stay, an uncommon occurrence. So it was now or never.
"It'll be winter again soon," she starts and pulls the key out in one motion. "I made another key - for you - so that, well, so that you could come and go at your leisure. And well, it -- you don't have to accept. It's just, I thought perhaps -- "
"Thank you." Robb's in front of her now, gently sliding the key out of her fingers. "I was starting to think you didn't want me here."
"No, of course not. I mean, I do," she takes a breath at his teasing grin. "It's been awhile since I -- since I haven't been alone and I've forgotten I've the only key. Although Merlin seems to always find a way in that I haven't quite figured out yet."
Robb slips the key inside a pocket and Gwen finds the tension relax through her shoulders. They enjoy their evening meal together talking about the castle gossip and roof work for Tyll's home and Gwen finds she's become accustomed to the routine and the company.
[direct tumblr link | orig. posted August 2011]
[direct tumblr link | orig. posted June 2011 | drabble attachment: (3m)]
[direct tumblr link | orig. posted June 2011 | drabble attachment: (biathenas)]
The battle holds at the Ridge of Ascetir for ten dark days without sunlight. Morgana and Merlin raise thunderous clouds but there is no rain, and lightning is their deadliest misfortune. On the tenth day (night?), the sorcerers cease their magic and the clouds clear, the blinding sun reminding them of light in the sky. Merlin holds his position, unsure of what trick Morgana dares try. Arthur had fallen the night before, a stray spear lodged deep at his side and Robb effectively took command of the men.
A boom cuts through the air, but it is not thunder this time. Morgana's voice echoes and it shakes Gwen to the core.
"Hand over that traitorous queen and you will have your peace. You decide. Merlin, you can have your king or you can have your friend. What has it always been in the past?"
Merlin visibly swallows, a dark shadow crossing over his eyes. Robb pushes his gelding forward, dirty and bloody sword in hand.
"Lord Stark--" she utters, ready to give herself up - if only to stop the fighting, because Arthur is dying and Merlin is exhausted, but Robb throws her a look that silences her and addresses the faceless voice.
"Peace was never an option," the young lord spoke in a calm tone, sure that the witch could hear him - hear all of them. "I will not have Her Grace's death on my conscience and that is to be sure should we hand her to you. If you believed to get her so easily, well - I wouldn't count on it."
"So be it. Your death is of little consequence to Albion."
[direct tumblr link | orig. posted August 2011]
[direct tumblr link | orig. posted June 2011 | drabble attachments: (3m) (mylifeasafangirl)]
[direct tumblr link | orig. posted July 2011 | drabble attachment: (theopensea)]
In the night I hear them talk, coldest story ever told
Somewhere far along this road he lost his soul[direct tumblr link | orig. posted June 2011]
And I'll be wearing white
When I come into your kingdom
I'm as green as the ring on
My little cold finger
If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river, at dawn
Send me away with
Words of a love song
[direct tumblr link | orig. posted August 2011]
[direct tumblr link | orig. posted June 2011 | drabble attachments: (theopensea) (thetaoofzoe)(luciferdecker)]
[direct tumblr link | orig. posted June 2011]
[direct tumblr link | orig. posted June 2011]
[direct tumblr link | orig. posted June 2011]
"This is no quarrel of yours, Young Wolf."
"I'm afraid you'll find that it is."
[direct tumblr link | orig. posted July 2011]
[direct tumblr link | orig. posted June 2011]
[direct tumblr link | orig. posted June 2011 | drabble attachment: (thetaoofzoe) (mylifeasafangirl)]
[direct tumblr link | orig. posted June 2011 | drabble attachment: (biathenas)]
[direct tumblr link | orig. posted June 2011 | drabble attachment: (mylifeasafangirl)]
There's so many wars we fought
There's so many things we're not
But with what we have
I promise you that
We're marchin' on[direct tumblr link | orig. posted June 2011]
To part 2.