A/N: Sansa and Catelyn are kind of mean towards Jon in this. Sorry but it was for the story xD comments are greatly appreciated! Please send me any ideas you have as well.
Breakfast at the Stark household was always a very noisy and busy affair. Ned and Catelyn were always the first ones awake. They'd take the opportunity of the rarely quiet house to sit downstairs in the living room with cups of coffee, watching the morning news and basking in each other's company before their many children began to awaken. Ned always said that those were some of the few quiet moments he had nowadays. Rickon was the next one up. He'd come running down the stairs, his light brown hair always a tangled mess. He'd call his greetings before darting to the kitchen to rummage up some breakfast. Every morning Catelyn would halfheartedly call after him to keep out of the sugary cereals but it was always ignored. Sansa would be the next one awake. She always claimed the shower before anyone else could take the shower. Sansa always took a good forty minutes to an hour to get ready. She'd primp and prep until the very last second and then she'd run downstairs as Robb blared the horn incessantly and she'd climb into the car, looking perfect like she always did. Robb was the next to wake up. He'd begrudgingly drag himself out of his warm bed to go wake up Arya. If no one got her up she'd sleep the entire day away. Once he managed to pry his little sister out of bed she'd wander downstairs and join Rickon in his search for breakfast. Then he'd go downstairs and make sure Bran was conscious as well and getting dressed. Being big brother to four other siblings was a taxing job. He'd always shout at Sansa to move faster, but that was like telling the glaciers to melt faster. Robb would use the bathroom in his mother and father's room to shave and get dressed in the stiff uniform their school forced them into. He'd run down the stairs and call greetings to his parents. Ned was usually getting ready for work at this point. Robb would scarf down a quick breakfast before he began the difficult task of herding his siblings into his father's van so he could drive them all to school. Catelyn would try and help while simultaneously fussing over their uniforms and that Sansa was again running behind the others. After finally managing to get everyone in the car, Robb then had to transport a car full of bickering siblings to school. It was practically like a full time job.
But when Robb woke up on this specific morning, he felt like something was wrong. His gut was knotted up and he felt like there was a storm cloud over his head. When he went to go wake up Arya, he was shocked to see that she was already awake and dressed in her uniform. He shrugged it off however and went to go get his own uniform on. He let out a frustrated groan and ran his fingers through his auburn locks when he saw the wrinkles in his white button up shirt. His uniform felt stiffer today, more itchy and uncomfortable. The bland gray tie he had tied around his neck seemed determined to strangle him, and the loose gray pants he wore with the black belt felt shittier than usual. He tried to brush this feeling off, but he couldn't get rid of it. When he went downstairs, his parents weren't down there; another thing to add to the list of reasons why something felt wrong today. When he entered the kitchen, Bran was hunched over his book at the counter, reading quietly to himself instead of teasing Arya and Rickon like he usually did. Arya was sitting on the counter and eating her oatmeal with a sullen expression. Even Rickon looked rather down today. Robb stood there for a moment before he slowly began to get himself a bowl of cornflakes.
"Well good morning to everyone." Robb muttered sarcastically. Arya looked over at him with a look that could melt the flesh off of lesser men.
"Oh shut up, Robb." Arya snipped as she stabbed her oatmeal viciously with her spoon. Robb arched a brow as he took a bite of his cereal. Hell, even the cereal tasted off. Silence filled the kitchen again as Robb chewed blandly on his mouthful of soggy cereal.
"So you guys feel it too?" Bran suddenly asked, breaking the silence in the room. Robb swallowed and nodded.
"Yeah, like something's off." Robb stated, the other three nodding.
"I just feel like something bad's going to happen." Arya proclaimed through a mouthful of gray oatmeal. Bran nodded as he slowly closed his book.
"I guess we'll have to see." he said solemnly. Robb chose to dump his cereal out into the sink. His stomach was in far too many knots for him to be trying to eat right now.
It was like the weather was in tune with the Stark children and the ominous feeling of the day. The clouds hung gray and heavy in the sky, looking ready to burst and rain down upon them. A chilly wind was blowing and Robb could smell the rain to come. Sansa was on time today, but Robb could sense something wrong with his 16 year old sister. Today wasn't the day to press her, he knew. Everyone's nerves were so taught, they had their first silent car ride to school.
"Fuck, Talisa!" Robb grunted, his breathing heavy as he pushed his cock further into Talisa's mouth. He wished he could see her, but they didn't dare turn the lights on in the service closet. There was barely enough room for the two of them, but they'd managed. As soon as Talisa saw the tense look on Robb's face, she'd grabbed his hand and pulled him to their secret little spot. She hadn't said a word, she'd just read him perfectly as usual and dropped to her knees, taking his dick out of his pants and beginning to eagerly suck him off. The closet felt even smaller, like it was closing in on them. The only sounds were the sloppy sounds of Talisa sucking, Robb's heavy breaths and stifled groans. It didn't take him long to spill into her mouth and she eagerly swallowed. Robb knew that this ominous feeling truly meant something, for even after he had come, the knots were still in his stomach. Talisa wiped her mouth off and stood up as Robb put his cock away and ran his fingers through his hair.
"Still stressed, babe?" Talisa asked softly as she wiped her hands off on her short gray skirt. Robb nodded honestly, looking at her with worried cerulean eyes.
"Yeah... I just... I feel like something really bad is going to happen today..."
School was just as bad as Robb felt. He bombed a test, forgot his homework, and screwed up on at least three worksheets. Theon was trying to pick fights during lunch, and all of the Stark children were on edge and ready to snap at a moments notice. The car ride home from school was one of the most tense that Robb had to sit through. He parked in the driveway of their beachside home and the car was empty in seconds, all the children quiet and on edge. The feeling in Robb's stomach had only grown stronger as they got closer and closer home. He knew he might be being paranoid, but he just knew that something bad was going to happen when they walked through that door.
And of course he was right.
As the five children entered the house, they saw their father. He wasn't supposed to be home till half past five, and it was only two. He was seated on the couch in the large open living room, a strained look on his face. Robb saw his mother standing by the window, staring out with a cold expression. Her jaw was clenched tightly and Robb could tell from her red eyes that she'd been crying and his heart dropped. Why'd he always have to be right.
"Children, come in here. We have to talk." Ned called to them. His voice was tired and ragged. Robb knew that this couldn't be good. The five slowly slunk nervously into the living room. Bran sat down on the couch beside his father, Rickon sitting beside his elder brother. Arya sprawled herself out on the carpet in front of her father and Sansa sat nervously on the loveseat across from the couch her father was seated on. Robb sat down in the armchair beside Sansa and eyed his father closely. Ned rubbed the scruff on his chin, a brooding look clearly printed on his face. The room was silent for a good moment before Ned cleared his throat. "I've heard from your brother." Catelyn let out a cold laugh at his words and Ned looked down. "I apologize, I've heard from your half-brother." Ned corrected himself. Robb felt his heart sink at the words.
Robb never knew his half-brother Jon Snow. He'd heard plenty of stories about him. The boy was just a year younger than him. When his father had gone on a business trip, he'd had a drunken mistake with a bartender. Nine months later Jon Snow popped out. Catelyn had almost left Ned when he'd told her about it. There'd barely been contact between the two families in the past seventeen years. Jon knew his father, and occasionally called him. It'd been nearly two years since Robb had heard Jon mentioned. The last time Jon called Ned was about something with his mother. Catelyn had angrily grabbed the phone and told him not to call again unless it was an absolute emergency, then she'd hung up on him. Jon hadn't called his father since then. Robb had been sixteen at the time. On the rare occasions that Catelyn or Ned could be persuaded to speak of it, Catelyn would get angry and tell Robb what trash Jon's mother was, that her son must be just as bad as she was. Ned would never give details about Jon or his mother. Robb had never even seen a picture of what his half-brother looked like. Catelyn was much happier if they all pretended Jon didn't exist.
"What about Jon?" Arya asked curiously. Arya didn't completely understand Catelyn's hatred of Jon, but she definitely knew it was rare for Jon to call the family.
"Well... His mother passed last week, and he called me yesterday to tell me about it." Ned said slowly. Sansa looked a little sympathetic. Usually she sided with Catelyn that Jon had to be trash.
"What happened to his mother?" she asked quietly.
"Alcohol poisoning." Ned announced with a grimace. Robb heard his mother give a condescending chuckle at the words. Such a death only reaffirmed Catelyn's statements that the woman was trash. "The funeral's tomorrow, but after, he's got nowhere to go. His mother was his only family." Ned seemed to be beating around the bush and it was beginning to frustrate Robb. He just wished his father would spit it out already. "As he's got nowhere to stay... He'll be coming to stay with us." Ned informed them in a firm voice. Robb heard Catelyn suck in a breath, clearing biting back a scathing comment. There was a thick silence as they all sat in a bit of a shock.
"He's… He's coming to live with us?" Bran suddenly asked with a rather confused expression. Ned nodded at his son.
"But we don't know him! Mother's right about him, you know. He's got to be complete trash!" Sansa wailed, looking horrified at the idea of having another brother around. Ned gave his daughter such a chilling stare that she slid back into her seat with a humiliated expression.
"We don't even know the boy…" Robb suddenly piped up, feeling his father's eyes turn to him. He could also feel Catelyn's piercing glare in the back of his head. He cleared his throat and shifted slightly in his seat. "What I mean is that none of us know him. You don't even know him, Father." Robb spoke politely, treading carefully. "I'm not going to say that he'll be an amazing addition, but I don't think we should judge him too quickly." Robb said firmly as he shot Sansa a chastising stare to further her shame. Ned let out a deep breath and slowly nodded.
"It'll be an adjustment, but I want all of you to be welcoming to him. His mother just passed." Ned reminded them and they all nodded obediently. Robb wasn't too sure how welcoming Sansa and his mother would be, but his father would surely talk to them about it. Instead of the knots going away now that he knew what was wrong, they were still there and getting worse. All of them could feel it.
The storm was just beginning.