Notes: OH MY GOD!
I am so absolutely sorry for the long delay on this work.
Thank you so much for all the love and support, and especially for you patience.
In this chapter we'll have a long over due pov from the boys.
Let me know what you think!
BTW, this hasn't been beta-read, so let me know if there are too many mistakes and typos.
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Robb Stark was the chilliest person in the world. He was easy going without being lazy, and charming without being fake. Robb was naturally charismatic, and people flocked to him. His smiles were open and honest, and he was the kind of guy who'd never throw the first punch.
Unless someone suggested that Jon wasn't his real brother.
When people talked shit about his brother, or called him a charity case or any of this, Robb was not calm. He'd protect his family from anyone, but he had a special connection with Jon.
They'd bonded immediately. Ned used to say they were inseparable from the cradle, and Robb believed that. He called Jon his brother even before he officially was.
He knew that Jon struggled with many questions, many of which had to do with the fact he could remember Catelyn not accepting him at first. Robb might have been very young at the time -barely seven -but he could remember the fights between his parents. He'd never seen his father so angry before -and he never saw it again.
Jon could also remember those things, and it made Catelyn feel horrible. It was a peculiar situation, because Jon kept trying to be the perfect son for her, and she tried to be the perfect mother for him, because both of them couldn't let go of those days.
Robb and Jon grew up together and their bond only became stronger as time went by. They were complete opposites, but they accepted that about each other.
The first time they had a threesome it wasn't because they were planning one.
Jon was dating Ygritte back then, and she was this wild, beautifully free woman. One day, they were all drunk in their apartment, and she jokingly suggested a threesome. Well, at least at first it'd seemed like it had been a joke.
Two hours and half a bottle of whisky later… Not so much.
It was a bit of a drunken mess and Jon and Robb didn't know what to do with themselves during and after it.
It was incredibly awkward.
So it was a bit unexpected when Ygritte suggested they tried it again.
They didn't do it as often as some people around the University seemed to think they did. There weren't that many women willing to casually sleep with two guys at the same time. Besides that they didn't need it. They enjoyed it, once they figured the dynamic out, but they still enjoyed being alone with someone.
Robb and Jon had very different taste in women; Jon seemed to like the ones that were his polar opposite -brash, loud and untamed -while Robb always dated the focused, responsible kind of women.
Then Sansa Arryn came crashing into their lives.
Robb and Jon had seen her way before they'd talked to her. Everybody had seen her. That red hair of hers was a thing of beauty and it was like a beacon.
Her fame as a cold bitch spread fast throughout the campus, but the brothers tended to ignore this type of talk. They had acknowledged to each other she was beautiful -it was impossible to deny that -but that was it.
Things changed once Jon told Robb that Ramsay was harassing her. They hated that fucker and knew he was dangerous, so they thought they should let her know.
Of course, Sansa didn't take kindly to being told what to do, and Robb was charmed for some reason. Once she actually started hanging out with other people, the brothers thought she might be open to be their friend too.
At that point they weren't sure why it was so important that Sansa became a part of their lives, but it was.
Jon had been the first one to fall in love. It hadn't honestly taken much -her acid answers to Robb's invitations had charmed him - but Jon was always Jon and he kept to himself. Mostly because he thought that Robb would eventually realize how perfect she was and want to chase her.
Robb did fall shortly after -the night she came out to meet them for the first time. However, if Jon knew Robb well, Robb also knew his brother better than anyone else; he knew Jon was sacrificing what he wanted for him.
For Robb the answer was truly simple: none of them would date her. He was willing to step out so Jon could pursue her, but he knew Jon would never go for that -he had such a martyr complex -so it was better if neither dated her.
Besides, they were pretty sure Sansa wasn't interested in any of them, so what right did they have to be conceding her to the other?
And they were happy being just friends; they really were. Sansa was amazing, funny and smart. She needed people on her side, not more fuckers trying to get into her knickers.
Their mother's party changed everything.
It was a battle to convince Sansa to even go (she was worried she'd be imposing, getting in the way or intruding), but once she was there she had a great time. Cat adored her immediately, just like the boys knew she would.
Ned also liked her instantly, and Rickon had the biggest crush ever by the end of the night. Bran was his normal crypt self -which probably meant he liked her - and Arya was a bit warier of her -they were very different people -but she seemed to like Sansa somewhat.
Jon and Robb had barely noticed they'd been waiting the whole night for the family to approve of her and for her to like the family until Cat asked them who was dating Sansa.
This was when they realized they were in deeper than they'd thought.
They were both in love with Sansa, and they'd just introduced her to the family because they wanted her to feel welcome there.
That was the night they had a serious conversation.
Robb didn't want to fight with Jon, not over this. He might be completely in love with Sansa, but he'd never let someone come between them, no matter how amazing she was.
Fortunately Jon agreed with him. They spent 10 minutes saying the other should go for it, and they'd be happy.
It was Jon who finally said the sentence that changed the whole conversation. "It'd be a perfect world if she wanted both of us, hm?" And they looked at each other and knew that this was fucking insane, but it was what they wanted.
Jon could never be happy with Sansa knowing that Robb also loved her, and Robb felt the same way about being with her.
They knew that they'd only be with Sansa if she agreed to be with both of them.
The solution was obvious and clear to them, but they needed to discuss that with Sansa.
The chances of her accepting it were terribly small, and they could understand it. As far as they knew, Sansa only saw them as friends, and had no desire to date any of them. And, even if she did… She might want only one or the other.
This wasn't a normal situation for them, it wasn't even something they'd ever thought about. However with Sansa it just seemed natural and right; as if she was made for them and they were made for her and it was the only way this would make sense.
Jon and Robb had a long conversation about how they'd talk to her about it. They had this whole -perhaps overly complicated -plan. It involved dinner, candles, speeches and a whole lot of carefully planned details.
They thought about it all so carefully…
Then they went ahead and fucked it up.
And they couldn't blame anyone but themselves and their overeagerness. That party was just supposed to be another party.
But… Sansa had been so fucking gorgeous. She'd been free and flirty, she was dancing with them and laughing and teasing… They got too caught up in the moment and then they were kissing, taking her back to their place, making her fall apart…
It was glorious, but it was too fast. Sansa was perpetually scared of things, and they knew that if they moved too fast she'd bolt and it was exactly what she did.
After she cried when Robb kissed her, the brothers spent a long time debating everything again, until they decided that Jon should be the one to talk to her. By then, Robb was pretty sure she preferred Jon to him.
They were giving her space, without knowing if this was exactly what they should do. They didn't know what they were supposed to do anymore.
Then, on a Wednesday night, someone knocked on their door and Robb went to open it.
It was Sansa.
"Hey." She spoke softly, when he didn't say anything.
"Sansa." Her name was a soft whisper, like he couldn't believe she was there.
"Is Jon there?" She asked.
"Yes." Robb was quick to say. "Do you want to talk to him?"
"I want to talk to both of you." She seemed to fortify herself. "You're long overdue, don't you think?"
"Yes…" Robb agreed. "Come on it. Greywind and Ghost have missed you."
She gave him a hesitant smile. "I missed them." She put a hand on his shoulder. "But I missed you too."
Robb felt the knot on his heart loosening up a bit. "Let's talk."