I Belong with You || Theon Greyjoy x Robb Stark

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A/N: The fan art above is not mine. All credit goes to DeviantArt.
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Theon Greyjoy had been nervous all day. He had found himself wringing his hands constantly. He had never felt this way about anyone until almost ten years ago, when he became a ward of Eddard Stark, and had met Robb. The boy was confused by his feelings. He didn't understand them. All the Ironborn knew was that he wanted to be present for everything the lad did, and help and take care of him.
Four years ago, the boy had figured out what his feelings were when he lost his virginity to a blond whore in a brothel outside of the castle walls. The only person he could think of was Robb Stark. He loved the young wolf.
Tonight, a nineteen-year old Theon Greyjoy was finally going to confess his feelings. He was filled with worry. If Robb didn't feel the same way, then he could lose his best friend, his everything. The Stark could also tell his father about Theon's feelings, and the ward would no longer be treated so kindly by the man.
Despite all of these risks, the raven-haired young man knew that he needed to tell the boy about his feelings before he lost his chance forever. The Greyjoy had dropped his cocky act when he was thinking of what to say in his small room, and soon found himself standing in front of Robb's chamber door. He exhaled shakily before bringing his pale fist to the wooden door and knocking. Theon heard loud thudding erupting from behind the door before the door opened to reveal a panting and reddened-faced Robb Stark. His red Tully hair clung to his forehead as beads of sweat trickled down his face.
"Come on in. I was just practicing with my sword," the blue-eyed boy said excitedly.
Robb practiced with a dull sword, and normally, Theon would tease the lad about it, but tonight was different. The Ironborn followed the Stark into his chamber. The eldest son of the Warden of the North had always been proper when around his family and others, but acted completely different when by himself and with Theon.
The Stark jumped onto his bed that was covered in furs before looking up at the Greyjoy, smiling. His smile soon faded when he saw the worried look on the raven-haired boy's face.
"What's wrong, Theon? Are you okay?", he asked, full of concern. The young teenager sat up and swung his legs over the edge of his bed that seemed to be to big for his body.
Theon sat next to the young wolf, looking down at his hands as he played with the frayed hem of his night time shirt.
"Nothing. I-I just have something to tell you," the man stammered as he began to feel heat rising up his neck. No one in his life had ever had him more flustered and emotionally naked then Robb Stark did at that exact moment.
The future Lord's concerned expression and emotions only grew when he saw his best friend like this. He wanted to tease Theon for acting so embarrassed and unlike himself, but the boy knew that something was troubling the man, and he wanted to confide in him, so he said nothing.
Theon Greyjoy swallowed the giant lump in his throat, and took a deep breath, slowly blinking before he began to speak.
"Robb, all of my life, I never knew where I belonged. I'm the youngest in my family, so when I was a child, I thought that I'd never inherit the Iron Islands. My brothers and sister would tease me about it," he paused taking a moment to think of his dead brothers. "My own father neglected me; he didn't care. Then, your father brought me here, and I was hated more than your mother hates your bastard brother by many. I used to think I was going to die when I woke up every day," the Greyjoy tried to steady his shaky breath, and looks up hopefully at Robb. "So to defend myself, I act stronger and more confident than I really am, but you saw through that, and yet, let me be that way. You are the one who's always been there for me. You defend me against people who taunt me, you take the blame from me every time I do something stupid and get caught. You take care of me every time I get hurt, and listen to me every time I have something to say, and you know how to stop me if I go too far. So over time, I learned that I belong with you, Robb," the Ironborn spoke firmly, looking into the Stark's bright blue eyes as he poured his heart out.
Robb Stark wasn't stupid. He knew what Theon meant by his words. The Northern boy pressed his forehead against the Ironborn's as small tears formed in his eyes.
"I love you," Robb whispered, before leaning in and pressing his lips against the Greyjoy's.
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A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I wrote this forever ago and decided to post it here because why not? Also, please give me some constructive criticism!
P.S. Thank you smolgayemo for your awesome comments and support.
P.S.S. Sorry that my cover edits suck ass.