Story: A Quiet Think; Book One: Unlike Me Chapter 2
Overall Title: A Quiet Thing
Book One Title: Unlike Me
Rating: T for now but overall will be M
Characters & Pairings: Robb/Kurt (endgame); brief flirting Jon/Kurt, variations featuring Jon, Theon and Dave…other characters and pairings will be mentioned
Warnings & Spoilers: Book One is pre GoT canon/TV show, so no spoilers, though foreshadowing to future spoilers are likely if you can catch them. As far as warning: arranged marriage, boypussy, and mpreg will be mentioned and are possible. Also death, and violence will be likely in the overall. I will try to keep up as we go and will be listed at the beginning of each chapter as I can.
Disclaimer; I do not own Glee, Game of Thrones or any Song of Ice and Fire…If I did it would be unlikely I would be posting fanfiction. Nor do I own any of the song titles used as titles forthis thing
Author Notes:
-This is not beta'd. If you would be willing to beta let me know. As soon as it beta I will post on AO3.
-Also this started off a prompt on the gkm that simply asked for Robb/Kurt with bottom!Kurt. And grew into this epic-ness.
-Also this story may be perceived as unfriendly to certain characters, but this is the way of life in Westeros and not my intention to be cruel to any of them so, I ask there be no anger if I violently kill off a character.
-Also this wildly strays from GoT canon. Notably away from the third book/season, but that won't be encountered until the second part.
-Also Blaine fans….i'm sorry but he doesn't fit in at this point so he won't be in here. He does have a possibility for existence later on, but not sure
-While my goal is one chapter a week, Four Reviews will get chapter 3 posted on Wednesday instead of next Monday
Winterfell's yard was alive and full of the sounds of feet shuffling, grunting, wooden swords clanging against Ser Rodrik Cassel's commands and lessons. Speckled amongst it all were the jests and jeers of the 'fighters' and onlookers. The loudest among them was The Lord of Winterfell's ward, Theon Greyjoy, a boy just past his seventeenth name day who grew more eager the longer Lord Eddard's sons took to be done with their current fight. Finally the Master of Arms relented,
"Alright Greyjoy...join in." Though he intentionally did not command him to support one boy or the other.
Theon assumed a side however as he stood by the one with the dark auburn hair, "Alright then, Robb, let take care of the bastard."
Robb shared a look with Jon, whose face was now etched with annoyance, and his mouth danced with a mischievous smile. As much as he liked to win against his half-brother there was nothing quite as satisfying as knocking down the cocky older boy.
He took as step or two as though he was leading a blown but instead turned his sword pointed towards Theon's chest. "That may be true, but
he is still more my brother than you."
Not one to learn his lesson quickly this was mere challenge for the boy from Pyke. Though he was older, Robb and Jon were stronger when it
came to the sword. And as he was outnumber they had made him yield in half the time they had gone against each other.
"Well done, well done, boys." A voice boomed across the yard and all the men fell silent as Lord Eddard appeared.
Theon made to protest that he could take them both, given the opportunity.
"No doubt, you might," Eddard agreed, knowing the boy's pride was now spurred into action, "but your chance will have to come on the morrow. I have a matter to discuss with my sons as of now."
They made to follow, stripping themselves of armor and swords promptly, knowing by his tone this time they would not be punished for leaving the men to clean their mess. Robb was only confused when his father made a sudden stop, Jon too, had seemed to have heard something. He was not left unknowing for long, "Arya Stark, your absence from your lessons has been noted. I best return you Septa Mordane before she and your Lady Mother see it fit to give you extra lessons."
A groaned sounded out as the small girl appeared from her hiding spot amongst quiet chortles. In the her ten years it had been noted that while she had been born a female the gods had seen fit to give her a spirit a strong as any boy's. Arya had the dark hair and eye of the Starks, like Jon who appeared in many ways a younger Ned Stark. In his younger years it was a fact, Robb who had been gifted with the red hair and light eyes of his Mother's side, had been jealous of though, now he supposed it was a worthy trade to have been made for the fact he was not only a trueborn son but heir to his father's title and
lands as well. Though no one publicly made an issue of Jon's baseborn status or the name, Snow, that labeled it with two exceptions. Theon Greyjoy who used it as weapons usually when his pride needed repair or boasting and Robb's Lady Mother. Though he heard amongst the whispers it was Lady Catelyn's wounded pride, her eldest son had never quite understood her resentment towards his brother and he made an effort to deflect her iciness as much as he was the reason he and Jon could not celebrate their name day on the same day as they wished but a fortnight apart; the truth of their age difference was a secret
their father would never discuss. But by and large though it was largely not done Robb was glad his father had bought Jon to Winterfell he was glad of the friend and shared experience. Bran, their younger brother was just seven and separated in age and birth order from him by the Stark daughters, Sansa and Arya.
They dropped of Arya off in the care of the Septa who had come to Winterfell when Catelyn Tully had become Catelyn Stark. Before they arrived in his father's solar. While his boys remained standing Ned took a seat his hand reaching for a piece of once rolled parchment.
"A letter from King Robert Baratheon himself," it was known that the Lird of Winterfell had been foster brothers and still close friends. A letter from the capital while not a regular appearance was not so rare enough to be met with any measurable alarm.
"It seems there was an assassination attempt on Prince Kurt's life." His words words were directed towards Robb, but the boy was unsure quite how to react to the news so he chose to keep his face still. His fathered continued, "For his safety it has been decided he should come here to make Winterfell his home earlier than planned." Robb's face betrayed him in alarm, "The marriage will wait until after his eighteenth name day as originally agreed. No one wants to rush a celebration fitting of Prince's marriage. You should take advantage this time to get to know him, so that you may not enter the marriage chamber as trangers. He will also be accounted by four guards and Lord Paul Karofsky's son, David," there was a long pause as The older man's face grew if possible more stern. "It is truth known, but out of courtesy must never be spoken of outside this room and our company that David is not Lord Karofsky's son, but King Robert's bastard son."
Both boys wanted to make questions of this information but the topic was quickly dismissed. "Now, Maestrr Lewyn insists that Lady Catelyn stay in bed until the Gods see fit to allow my youngest into the world," This pregnancy was proving to be slightly more challenging then her first four, "Robb you will act on her behalf to make sure we are prepared for the prince's arrival, no doubt Sansa will be willing to be of assistance. and Jon, Lady Catelyn and the Septa have already agreed that it would be most appropriate to room the Prince in the room in the girls' hallway, and therefore David's as close as possible, in your room. So, I have decided you will move to room between Theon and Robb. You will start tonight and make sure the room you are leaving is ready for its next inhabitant."
The boys shared a looking of knowing that it was likely that This would not please Lady Catelyn, but they themselves would be lying if they said this did not excite them.
By the day a guard had rode into Winterfell informing them the prince would arrive by that nightfall in time for the evening meal Robb was starting to feel a bit of resentment towards the boy invading his life. It wasn't that the news of his betrothal surprised him; according to the Maester the marriage Han been in the plans since the day the prince was born, though nothing had been made official until two years prior. And as heir to Winterfell he had been taught from the
start the importance of marriage and children to carry on House Stark. Now his children would be also be from House Baratheon, house of the King on the Iron Throne. He supposed there was some honor to be found in that, but at fourteen he would have rather have been in the yard training or attending meetings and seeing to Winterfell with his father than worrying about future marriage and 's teasing did not help mater s and he was looking for to having this meeting over so he could return to the yard and teach Greyjoy a lesson.
"He's only trying to get you to react." His father told him, the one time it had ever been a topic. "He is jealous."
"He is often jealous." Robb remarked, with an edge of bitterness.
His father nodded, and thought for a long moment before speaking, with the wisdom that Robb always respected.
"As unseemly trait as it is, it is somewhat understandable in Theon." Robb looked at him trying for a response but his father continued. "He is heir to his father's land, titles, responsibilities, and burdens, but unlike you he is not near his father to learn these things from, he must trust in a stranger's wisdom. And there are some questions, as you know, a son can only ask of his father. You have that. He does not. I am not surprised he is occasionally jealous. As long as he doesn't control him ."
Before anymore could be said on the matter Sansa had appeared with another task from his mother for the Prince's arrival. His father's hand clasped his shoulder , "Go on, we'll talk later...There is not much time and we all have matters to attend to before the arrival."
Lord Eddard had fully intended to be present when the party from King's Landing arrived, but his youngest child had other plans and he had been sent for by the time Bran had scurried down from the top of the keep. So, it fell to Robb to lead the welcoming, standing amongst his siblings, and a handful of retainers. The official welcoming feast would be the next day to give the travelers a night of rest. Bran kept fidgeting at his side wanting to fly back to his perch. The
boy was young, but was a more than competent climber to ease most of his family's fears. Sansa, had been torn between wanting to be at her mother's side and meeting the Prince. But she seemed to have settled into a satisfaction since their father had told her to stand by Robb. Arya had just been happy to have been released from her lessons. Jon stood nearby but in the back, which was only because he did not want endure any of his Mother's anger or comments on his behavior if he had just let his brother stand at his side.
Jon seemed to notice Robb's surprise at his own nerves and offered him a reassuring smile and animatedly reminded him to stand straight without any words. Robb did so taking a couple of deep breaths as the wheel house just managed its way in before wobbling its way in front of them surrounded and followed by riders. And all the things he needed to remember seemed to fly out of his mind as the wheelhouse door opened.