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valeskafics · 1 year
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"Your Eyes" - Theon Greyjoy x Reader
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A/N: my first theon one shot lfaksgjklas i love this little fucker sm, request from @angstycatthatlikestea 🥰
Summary: When Theon returns to the Iron Islands, you are there to greet him. And Yara is quite confident she's about to win a bet.
TW: afab reader, she/her pronouns, profanity, innuendo, p in v sex, fingering, degradation, semi public sex
Word Count: 2,412
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As the youngest daughter of House Blacktyde, it is not surprising that in your shared childhood, you and young Theon Greyjoy were drawn to each other. Being the youngest in both of your families, you were often thrown together while the older children ignored you. The same feisty spirit lived within both of you and so, the pair of you were inseparable growing up, thick as thieves, with Theon always dragging you along into some kind of mischief. 
After both of you turned two and ten, everything changed. His touches began to linger on your body. His eyes almost seemed hungry when they eyed you. And he was always so very eager to go for nighttime swims with you out in the sea. Sooner than later, the feel of his skin on yours, even just his hand brushing against your own, began to send a thrill up and down your spine. Late at night, you found yourself thinking about him, what it would be like to kiss him. And when you learned what it is a man and woman do in the marriage bed, you began to imagine him doing those things to you.
But, before anything more could happen between the two of you, the war your people had waged for so long was over and it was declared that Theon would be taken to Winterfell, as a ward to Lord Stark.
The day Theon left the Iron Islands was the day Yara took you under her wing. She watched you as you waved goodbye to her little brother, looking completely dejected heartbroken. Life had torn you and your best friend apart, sending him leagues away from you. Yara, being a couple of years older and now without any brothers of her own, decided to make do with you. A scrappy ferocious thing, she has you taught alongside her as she learns the ways of reaving, the iron price. And soon? You are very nearly as fierce as she is, serving as the steerswoman aboard her ship. Her right hand and partner in crime, calling yourselves the Greyjoy and the Blacktyde, the scourge of the seas.
In Winterfell, particularly on days when he isn’t getting along very well with Robb and Jon, or those lonely nights when he misses home, Theon often finds his mind wandering to you. He wonders if you’re someone’s rock bride by now. He’s sure you are, you’re both nine and ten now. Though, he muses, you must be giving the poor bastard a hell of a time. His ravens to you when he first arrived in Winterfell went unanswered, and after a year, he gave up on hoping for any correspondence.
When you hear news that the young wolf, Robb Stark, declares himself King in the North, you and Yara are aboard the Black Wind, sailing off to the next village. Yara looks at you with amusement.
“I suppose Theon’s with him.”
“Doesn’t matter,” you shrug, keeping your gaze on the sea before you, “Doubt we’ll ever see the likes of him again. He’s not an Ironborn anymore, either way. He’s a little wolf pup now.”
Yara snorts out a laugh, “I’ll bet you two of your thralls that if he shows up, you’ll end up fucking him within a day.”
“Oh, do you? Fine,” you give her a grin, “Two thralls it is. Now quit distracting me, don’t you have some men to command?”
Then, that fateful day arrives when Theon comes back home as an envoy for his king. When Yara tells you of the news, she suggests you be there to meet him at the docks “since no one else gives a shit”. You scoff and agree, wondering what Theon looks like now. What he acts like. If he’s still the boy you remember.
You wait by the docks for Theon’s ship to come in. While you have absolutely no intention of losing your bet with Yara, you still dress your best. After all, if Balon is a king, that makes Theon a prince now, doesn’t it?
When Theon disembarks his ship, you see him before he sees you. And you’re pleasantly surprised at how handsome your childhood friend has grown. However, you notice his fine clothes and smirk to yourself. Your assumption was correct. Theon Greyjoy can’t be considered an Ironborn anymore. He’s grown soft. Soft and weak.
You decide to make your presence known and approach the ship, seeing him looking distraught at the lack of a warm welcome in his homeland, “Welcome to Pyke, stranger.”
Theon’s lips curl up in a devilish smile as he looks you up and down, his eyes focusing on your exposed cleavage, intently watching the rise and fall of your chest, “Welcome back to Pyke, you mean,” he puffs his own chest out proudly, “You’re speaking to Balon Greyjoy’s heir.”
“Oh, my,” you curtsy mockingly, though he doesn’t realize it and believes you are in earnest - clearly the man has been away from home too long, “King Balon’s heir. That makes you a prince now, doesn’t it?”
His eyes come alive with delight, “It does indeed. And who,” he grips you by the waist and pulls you into him, so close that you can feel his breath on your face as he speaks, “Might you be?”
“No one important,” you hum, resting a hand on his chest, “My, these are some fine clothes, Prince.”
“You should see me without them,” he chuckles, resting a hand on top of yours, leaning in to whisper in your ear, “Now, why don’t you tell me what your name is.”
“Not important,” you repeat, “Do you need a ride to Pyke? I have a horse. I can take you there,” you gaze up at him through your lashes.
“Oh, I bet you can.”
Theon follows you to your mare and you climb atop her, leaving some space behind you, “Come on, Prince. Plenty of room for you on Nagga’s back, huh?”
Theon climbs on and takes a seat behind you atop Nagga, wrapping his arms around your waist, his hands settling a bit too close to the space between your thighs, “A friend of mine… Lord Blacktyde’s only daughter. Her mare’s name was Nagga.”
“Aye, my mare shares a name with Lady Blacktyde’s mare.”
“Does Lady Blacktyde have a husband? Do you know?” Theon rests his chin on your shoulder, whispering in your ear, “Has anyone made her their rock wife?”
The feeling of his lips so close to you makes you shiver slightly, but you maintain your composure, “Not as far as I know. Lady Blacktyde remains free. She serves as a steerswoman to your sister.”
“Oh, does she?” Theon hums, slipping his hands under the fabric of your tunic, moving up to cup your breasts, squeezing the supple flesh in his warm, rough hands, “Fuck, so soft…”
He continues to grope at your skin as though he’s never touched a woman before. He finds your nipples, rolling them between his fingers, making them pebble under his touch, pinching them lightly when they do.
“Were there no women in Winterfell, Prince?” you ask, moaning slightly at his touch, “You act as though you haven’t seen a woman in years.”
“You’re right. I haven’t seen a woman like you in years,” he pauses before nipping at your earlobe and whispering your name, “I know it’s you.”
“Don’t know,” you let out a sigh as he slides one hand down your lower stomach, stopping at the waistband of your breeches, “What you’re talking about. I’m just her thrall.”
“The first time I made myself cum while touching my cock was to the thought of you,” his voice is husky in your ear as he slips his hand inside your breeches, stroking you over your underclothes, “I imagined it was your pretty hands touching me.”
“I’m not who you think I am,” you insist, keeping one hand on the reins, the other moving back to run through his hair.
“I’d know your eyes anywhere,” Theon’s hand slides beneath your underclothes and he pushes two fingers inside of you, letting out a low groan of pleasure, “Always imagined how wet your little cunt would be for me. Always wanted to touch it, to taste it.”
He curls his fingers and begins moving them in and out of you, his thumb rubbing circles around your clit. You let out a moan of pleasure, attempting to continue riding to Pyke, but Theon isn’t having it.
“If you’re still trying to hold the reins, I clearly am not doing enough, love.”
Theon increases his speed, fucking you with his long, skillful fingers, moving deeper inside of you than you’ve ever been able to. Then, you let out a yelp as he hits a certain spot inside of you that sends an even more intense spike of pleasure through your body.
“Oh, you liked that, didn’t you?” Theon coos in your ear, chuckling as you pull on Nagga’s reins, making her stop, “I guess I’ll just have to do that again.”
And he does. His fingers continue moving in and out of you, the wet noises they make sounding altogether sinful, but you can’t bring yourself to care. Not when it’s Theon, and not when he’s making you feel like this.
As you feel your peak coming closer and closer, Theon begins moving faster, which you are almost unable to believe, adding a third finger, filling you up in a way you’ve never been.
“Spill yourself on my fingers,” Theon growls in your ear, “Come on, sweetheart.”
He pinches down on your clit, chuckling when you nearly scream his name, your arousal soaking his fingers. He removes them from your cunt and you let out a groan of frustration at the feeling, missing his touch already. Then? He’s pushing his fingers against your lips.
“Clean your mess up for me, love.”
You take his fingers in your mouth, letting your tongue swirl around them, tasting yourself, enjoying the little groans Theon lets out at the feeling. You suckle at his fingers greedily, showing him exactly what you plan on doing to certain other parts of him, making him chuckle at your enthusiasm. After you finish your task, he hops off of your horse, then helping you down. You grin up at him and push him down to the ground, much like you used to when the two of you were younger, straddling him.
Theon grins up at you, his hand moving to brush your hair out of your face.
“Missed you,” you say, finally admitting your identity.
“Missed you too,” he echoes your sentiment, leaning up to kiss you, one hand caressing your cheek while the other is wrapped around you, holding you as close to him as possible.
You break away from his lips a moment too soon for his taste, only to begin undoing his breeches, pulling them down just enough to reveal his already hard cock, already leaking for you. Keeping your eyes locked on his, you lean down and lick at the tip, spreading his pre cum with your tongue. Theon lets out a low moan.
“Fucking stop teasing,” he says through gritted teeth, throwing his head back.
“Fucking stop talking,” you retort cheekily.
You move to fondle his balls, massaging them before taking them into your mouth, surprising him slightly. You mouth at them while your hand strokes up and down his shaft, your forefinger applying the slightest bit of pressure along his vein. Your name spills from Theon’s lips over and over as you continue your actions, until he’s spilling himself on your hand. Your eyes never once leaving his, you lick your hand clean of his seed, giving him a wicked little smile as you do so.
The two of you stay like that for a moment, before Theon breaks the silence, “You’re more beautiful than I ever thought you could be.”
“Pretty words from a soft mainland boy,” you tease, running your hand over his cock, feeling him beginning to harden again.
Theon chuckles, flipping the two of you over so you’re laying beneath him, giving his cock one slow pump with his hand, “I’m quite the opposite of soft.”
You resist the urge to roll your eyes at the double meaning behind his words, only sliding your breeches down ever so slightly to expose your cunt to him, “Well then? Are you going to show me just how hard an Ironborn you are?”
He grins, moving to rub the head of his cock against your folds, teasing you, “Beg me for it.”
“I don’t beg.”
“You will.”
He pushes inside you, both of you letting out a gasp at the sensation. All these years later, the moment you’ve both thought of for so long is finally here, and it feels so perfect. He lays above you, leaning on one elbow, the other moving to hold your face.
“I’m going to be the next king of the Iron Islands,” he says as he pulls out and thrusts back into you, making your back arch off the ground, “And I’ll fuck my heir into you right now.”
He sets a breakneck pace with his thrusts, his hips slamming against yours over and over, the only sound for miles being skin against skin, his balls slapping against your ass with every thrust. Your mewls are obscene and he adores the sound, coaxing more out of you with every movement of his cock inside you.
“You’re going to be my rock wife,” he growls in your ear, speeding up his movements, “Never going to need a salt wife when I have a cunt this good waiting for me.”
You move your hips to try to meet his frantic thrusting, bucking up against him, urging him deeper inside you. When he hits your sweet spot again, you let out a scream of his name, making his eyes go wide with excitement at the sound and at your pleas for him to fuck you right there.
“Told you you’d be begging.”
A few hours later, you and Theon arrive at Pyke, disheveled and entirely satisfied. Yara takes one look at the two of you and walks off.
“Where’re you going?”
“To acquire my new thralls.”
Theon looks between the two of you questioningly; you sigh and give him a mischievous grin, “Long story.”
“I’ve got a long time,” he kisses your forehead, “Because now that I have you, I’m never leaving you again.”
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axelsagewrites · 3 months
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Can I please request a Dom!Theon with Sub!F reader smut!! Like the scene with Theon and Yara on the horse but continued later that night🥵 I love your writing!!
Theon Greyjoy*Give it Back
Pairing: Theon x f!reader
Word count: 1330
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Warnings: teasing, enemies to lovers, make out, f! receiving oral, smut, 18+
A/n: this does deviate from your request a bit but I just couldn’t figure out how I wanted to do it that way so hope this dom theon works instead lol
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You had arrived at Winterfell a couple of weeks ago with your family while they were conducting business with the Starks, but business was far from your mind. For some reason your mind had been taken over by some cocky, good for nothing, ridiculous, mean, pompous, gorgeous boy who somehow was so attractive despite his arrogance. You say this since the first time you met Theon, he tried to flex on who his father was and who he was and how great he was. You were half tempted to punch him in his very kissable face.
Instead, you decided to try ignoring him to curb your stares. “Look who it is,” Theon’s voice snapped you from your peace. You were sat at a table in the courtyard reading a book when you felt Theon’s arm fall over your shoulders, “Little lady sunshine,”
“Hello Greyjoy,” you said, refusing to take your eyes off your book.
“Leave off,” Robb laughed as he pulled Theon from you and moved to sit beside you. Theon quickly moved to sit across from you with Jon beside him. the three of them continued their conversation while you read, trying to ignore them all when suddenly.
“Hey!” Theon snatched your book. “Give it back!”
“Or what?” Theon snorted, “You’ll make me? I’d like to see you try,”
“Oh really?” you asked, standing up and pretending to be tough though you new it was a façade, “Give me it back,” you instructed again holding your hand out.
Theon laughed as he stood up, holding it out however just as you reached out, he snatched it back, “Or what?”
You sighed as you stepped over the bench and went to leave, “You are an ass Greyjoy,”
“Cmon,” he called after you. “Was only joking,”
You however ignored him as you rushed inside and decided to walk back to your room however you heard footsteps following you, “Hey wait!” you ignored Theon’s calls as you walked up the stairs with him coming closer to you. “Cmon I was only teasing,”
You turned round the corner heading to your chambers when you felt Theon grab your wrist, “Here you can have it back,” he said, holding the book out to you again.
This time you paused, sizing him up before suddenly trying to grab it but instead he just held it up out of your reach. You angrily sighed and went to storm down the corridor but Theon quickly caught back up, grabbing your wrist and turning you till your back was against the wall and he was stood in front of you, “You’re a feisty one,” he said and you hated the fact you were getting turned on by this asshole.
“Are you gonna give it to me or not?”
Theon smirked, stepping closer to you, “Well I could. If you asked nicely,”
“I’m talking about the book,”
“So am I,” he teased, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “Though we both know you want something else from me,” his lips across your cheeks till they hovered over your lips, “Go on. Tell me to go away and I will. Unless you don’t want me to that is,”
You felt your breath get caught in your throat then suddenly your lips moved up as if with a mind on their own as they pressed against his. Theon was shocked at first but soon melted into the kiss. His hand moved to hold himself up against the wall while yours moved to his shoulder, trailing down his arm then…
“Hey!” Theon protested as you snatched the book and ran down the corridor giggling. You managed to open your chamber door but as you went to shut it Theon held the door open, “You took my book,”
“It’s my book,”
“Says who?”
“Tells me,”
“Oh yeah?” he said, pushing his way into your room not that you were trying very hard to stop him, “Why’d you kiss me?” His question however caught you off guard as you tried to stutter a reply, but he continued speaking cutting you off, “If I didn’t know any better id say you like when I tease you. think I don’t notice it when you blush?”
“I don’t blush,” you mumbled, realising the door was shut.
Theon laughed, raising an eyebrow, “No you do. I see you do it. I see that cute little face of yours get all embarrassed when I rile you up,”
“You’re an ass,” you tried to say but he wrapped an arm around your back, pulling you flush against his chest making you gasp, “What are you doing?”
“What do you want me to do?” he asked, his eyes searching your face. You tried to avoid his gaze, but he used a finger to make you face him, “I asked you a question. Do you want me to leave? Or do you want me to show you how a Greyjoy does it?” he asked, his hot breath fanning your face.
Your lips really must have a mind of their own cause they were suddenly pressed to his again. You dropped the book, no longer caring about it as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. His arms tightened around your waist, pulling you flush against him as his tongue ran over your bottom lip. When you didn’t open his hand suddenly moved to squeeze your ass. You gasped into the kiss and Theon took the opportunity.
Suddenly you felt him walking you towards the bed. Your knees hit the back of the frame and Theon only broke the kiss to push you to fall on your back on the bed. “What are you- “you tried to ask as he sunk to his knees in front of you, pulling you to the edge of the bed, “Theon- “
“Its my lord to you,” he instructed as he pushed up your skirts, “This is what you wanted isn’t it?” he asked, his hands wandering up your thighs, “Me in your chambers like a dirty little secret? Teasing you, touching you, making your eyes roll to the back of your skull?” he said before suddenly nipping your thighs making you gasp, “I asked a question,” he said with a pointed look.
“Yes, my lord,” you said though it was half a whimper when his head dipped down and you could suddenly feel his hot breath fanning your wet cunt, “Please Theon-I mean my lord. Please just fuck do something please,”
“That’s more like it,” he grinned, kissing your inner thigh, “Love it when you beg for me. Knew you were dirty, so I did. fucking love, it,” he said, his mouth moving further up till he placed a kiss to your clit making you moan.
He took this as encouragement however as his lips moved to lick over your clit, your hand shooting out to grab his hair as he did so. His tongue began to work wonders, massaging your bundle of nerves before moving down to your hole. You gasped when you felt it sink in, your legs moved to rest on his shoulders. Theon’s hands moved to grab your thighs, his fingernails sinking into your flesh as his nose began to nuzzle against your clit.
You couldn’t help the moans and whimpers that came from you especially not with a knot quickly tightening in your stomach. As you felt yourself come closer to the edge Theon moaned against your cunt, vibrations shooting down your spine as you felt your body tighten before you finally reached your peak while tugging on his curls. “Oh fuck, Theon,” you moaned, his tongue not stopping till you fell limp on the bed.
You were both panting as he came up for air with a grin on his now wet face, “So much for hating me,” he chuckled as he moved to lay on the bed beside you. he brushed the hair out your face as his lips moved to hover over yours, “Now where were we?”
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midnight-fairee · 1 year
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A concept: Theon Greyjoy falling in love with (and lowkey obsessing over) Y/N Stark.
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In truth, he was always fond of you.
A hostage of House Stark, Theon was left starving for affection and approval, left begging for scraps of it. He knows his place, you both do, and yet...you're the one who notices him.
Not in the way other women do, you never feed his ego.
Rather, you actually see Theon as he is, flaws and all, and you care about him, becoming something of an addiction to him. As children, he'd tease you a little in front of others, pulling your hair and calling you silly names (and beating up anyone else who attempted to do the same, no disrespect his lady). But you took care of him too and it showed in private moments. Alone, Theon would be so much softer. Sweeter.
You'd tend to your wounds after training, chiding him to be more careful (but he was always a little too daring and besides, he liked having you care for him). Late at night, Theon would use a hidden passage to sneak to your bedroom, a warm little corner of the castle. You'd stay up playing games quietly and sharing treats. He'd tell you stories of the Iron Islands and mermaids, pirates and salt and rock wives (you misunderstood it as a child and took the stories literally, thinking there were wives out there made of salt and stone...when you confessed this years later, he laughed and laughed).
Yes, he was fond of you (something your mother and father noticed, not that they could do anything about it...even when Cate tried, Theon found ways around her), and when you were sent away for a summer to visit your mother's people, Theon felt his heart break a little and could not understand why. He'd come to see you the night before you left, giving you something...his kraken pendant, the one he always wore and the only gift he had from his father.
"I can't take this, Theon, it's yours."
"You'll give it back," he said firmly, "when you come home, you'll give it back to me."
And you gave him your dire wolf pendant, always hidden beneath his shirt as he waits for you. But a summer turned into a year, circumstances keeping you away, a full year until you came home again. And when you did, something had changed.
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A little girl had stepped onto that carriage and a woman stepped out of it.
In anticipation of your homecoming, your family bustled about to ready everything. Theon knew he wasn't wanted there, not really, and took a ride alone, knowing he'd find you in the quiet later on. But it would be him that found you first, spotting a carriage riding quickly. He rode alongside it, grinning as you called his name. At your order, the carriage stopped and Theon hurried off of his horse to meet you...but he barely realized who it was looking at him until you spoke his name again.
"Theon! Oh, I've missed you," you laugh as you reach out to him.
He took your hand, feeling fire burn beneath his skin at the touch of you. Beautiful. You were beautiful and you didn't move away when he kissed your hand. It would be Theon that brought you home, riding in front of him upon his horse (and he'll never forget the feeling of holding you tight against him, bodies pressed close and heart thundering in his chest). Robb met you first, lifting you into his arms and whisking you away, Theon's heart aching all over again as you were taken from him.
He ached until you found him again. You'd brought gifts for everyone, of course, never forgetting a one of them (not even Jon, your favorite along with Arya)...and you didn't forget Theon, catching him in the quiet.
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"Don't you want your gift?"
It would have been improper to ask for a kiss, of course, though the thought crossed his mind...still, he was delighted over your gift, a black blade as sharp and cruel as the night. The sheath was black as well, the leather decorated with an underwater vision of swirling waves, a furious kraken...and a mermaid.
He remembers the story at once, the beautiful mermaid that sooths a storm and monster with her song.
And he tells it to you again that night, Theon sneaking into your room and laying with you in front of the fire. Telling you stories through the night, Theon tries not to gaze at the curves beneath the thin nightgown (and you pretend that his hand is not resting low on your hip, holding you tight against him) and hoping that, as you rest upon his chest, you cannot hear the hammering of his heart. He dreams of you that night, seeing you like a light in the dark as a storm rages, bare body pressed to his in a moment of passion. When he awakens, hard and heart aching, he still hears your voice, feels your hands on his chest, soft whimpers and sweet confessions.
"Theon!"
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After that, he's lost, so lost.
He dreams of stealing you away and taking you to the Iron Islands. There, he'd have no other wife, only you...and he wouldn't be an outsider anymore.
He'd be home. He'd be loved.
But he knows that your mother would never allow you to marry a Greyjoy so he steadies himself with whatever he can beg, borrow, and steal. You still clean him up after training and battles and he takes you riding, laughter breaking sweetly through the bitter air as Theon chases after you. And at night, when it's late, Theon comes to you and holds you close as he tells you stories...you come close to it so many times before it finally happens.
He kisses you.
War has broken out and they are to go away, him and Robb, to fight. Weeping as you hold him, Theon sees no reason to hold back anymore, not when facing the maw of war. He confesses his love and you confess your own, kissing him as the fire burns.
He takes you that night, all of his dreams comin true within your lips.
And he does not leave until dawn breaks, only when he has no other choice...with one last kiss, Theon swears to do everything in his power to come home to you. Once more, you give one another your pendants, his kraken upon your heart and your dire wolf worn proudly now.
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In this story, he does not betray Robb.
Instead, he uncovers a plot his father and brothers have started against the Starks...and you. You were to be killed or, perhaps worse, married off to one of his brothers. A furious Theon ends the plot brutally, his father dying by his blade, the very one you gave him, and in doing so he saves you all. Only his sister remains alive, having risked everything to save you. He becomes the King then, King of the Iron Islands, and in return for his loyalty (as well as a new treaty), Robb gives him everything he ever wanted:
You.
Finally, after all of these years, you are his wife. Some might call him kinslayer but you call him husband and that sounds so sweet upon your lips. Theon is never without you, a pack of children running about and a babe in your belly almost always (somehow the crushing loneliness turned into a breeding kink).
He is home, he is happy...and he is loved, completely, forever and ever.
It's his happily ever after.
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januaryembrs · 1 year
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MASTERMIND | Theon Greyjoy x Bolton!reader
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Request: @marsconer says - hii!! hru? the requests are still open? if so i can request for a theon one, with mastermind by taylor swift as a prompt?
description: You knew you wanted him, none of it was accidental. Theon had no idea the Bolton bastards were masterminds.
Word count: 1.1k
trigger warnings: dark!reader. reader is not mentally well and believes Theon loves her even though he doesn't know her. RAMSAY KINDNESS? Ramsay loving the Reader as her brother. hints of Theon's torture.
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authors notes: First I'm so sorry this is so late to be published things have taken a turn in my life and writing has had to be put on the back burner. but I'm back! and I'm trying something new, I've never done a dark reader before. I hope this was okay! I feel like its not but I'm trying :)
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You knew you wanted him the moment you set your eyes on the Stark’s ward.
He wouldn’t recognise you, how could he? The last time you’d ever seen him he was a teenager, too busy chasing girls in pretty skirts and competing with Robb for the fair maiden’s attention to take note of such a plain, quiet girl like you. 
Ramsay noticed you staring almost immediately. Being your older brother, possibly the only person in the world who understood you and loved you since you were both Bolton bastards, he was determined to give his sweet, little monster anything she wanted. 
“He’s caught your eye, sister?” His ice-blue eyes followed your entranced gaze to see the scrawny Greyjoy boy, too busy yanking a maid’s pigtails to notice you looking. His eyebrows furrowed, “Are you sure you don’t want someone stronger? Someone who could protect you and whatever babes you give him,”
“He has a kind face,” The maid squealed, and noble Ned Stark leant forward to smack both Rob and Theon across the ears to set them in place. “You will get him for me one day, won’t you Ramsay?”
Ramsay looked down at you from your place at the back of the dining hall. Being bastard children, you were not permitted to sit with your father beside the noblemen. Instead, you were among the last to collect your supper, drank the dregs of the wine the other Stark council did not consume, sat near the chill of the open windows. You had less in this world one might think for those born to a nobleman like Roose, but Ramsay had always made sure you had the best he could get, even if it meant getting his knuckles bloodied as it did most of the time. 
“Of course, sweet-hearted. Anything you want is yours. When you’re of age to marry, he will be yours,” He smiled with too many teeth as he always did, making his face look sinister to others, but to you he was your dearest brother. The only one who understood the way your mind worked, in a way that others would call twisted you called unique.
Watching Theon Greyjoy that day, you knew your brother would never fail you. 
Ramsay made good on his promise as he always did. A few days after your ten and eighth birthday, he led you down to the lower passages of Dreadfort claiming he had a present for you. You had never quite forgotten about the Stark’s ward. But with the chaos the people were now calling the war of five kings, you had some trouble keeping up with his whereabouts. He had betrayed the Starks, killed the youngest two boys, boys he had grown up with like brothers, all for his own gain of power.
Nothing could make you so certain he was perfect for you. A man who would stab his company in the back in the name of helping his genuine family was exactly the man you wanted.
You had always known he would be special, that he would understand the way your mind ticked. While everyone called you cruel, he would love you the way you loved him.
So when he led you to Dreadfort dungeons, and there was Theon Greyjoy, strung to a flaying cross, you felt your heart swell in excitement.
“For you, my dear sister. Just as I always promised,” Ramsay presented the man, who looked scruffier than the last time you had seen him, just a few months before the war started. Again you had been just a fly on the wall in Winterfell, but this time was different. This time he would know who you were, know just as well as you did you were perfect for each other.
You squealed, squeezing your brother around the waist in a tight hug. “I knew you could do it, I knew you would never disappoint me,” 
“Please help me!” Theon begged, though his words fell on deaf ears as you moved closer to him, “Please let me go, I’m not supposed to be here,” 
“Of course you are, silly,” You said, reaching up to unbind his arm. You were smiling at him almost too wide, a crazed look in your eye that you shared with your brother, as though this was all a part of a bigger plan he knew nothing about. 
Theon was sure he had seen you before, sure he had felt those two eyes piercing his skull many a time before. But he didn’t know you. 
“W-what?” Theon asked, as his first hand was let free, and you began to undo the second, “What do you mean? I need to leave, I need to find my father,”
“Don’t be ridiculous, you just got here. We need to arrange the wedding first,” You said simply, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. Poor Theon was confused, and his battered face said as much. 
“Wedding? What wedding?”
“Ours, of course,” You replied, working away at the knots in the rope. Theon looked over your shoulder to see Ramsay’s face full of a silent fury, as though he was warning him against upsetting the woman who was trying to free him. 
But Theon being Theon was lost, curious. He was disoriented and tired and hungry, and you were making no sense. “Ours?” He cried in shock, “But, I have no idea who you are,”
You froze before the knot could be pulled free and immediately Theon felt the mistake he had made fall over the room in deadly silence.
Your eyes snapped to him, and the manic look was gone, replaced by pure hurt. “You don’t know who I am?”
“Should I?” Theon felt Ramsay’s eyes darken in the shadows of the dungeon. If what he had said before had been a mistake, then those two words felt like a death sentence. 
Your bottom lip started quivering. All you had ever wanted, ever dreamed of was fading right in front of your eyes. You were supposed to be his, the way he had always been yours. 
“Come, sister,” Ramsay jumped in, tucking you under his arm and leading you to the dungeon door, “I will have a word with your dearest fiance, I fear he is feeling a bit under the weather at the moment,” You retreated away from the Greyjoy boy, knowing sweet Ramsay would fix everything for you as he promised. “Let me have a word with him, make sure he remembers to cherish you even in his sickness,” 
You nodded solemnly, your sad eyes never leaving Theon’s fear stricken face as he realised the hidden threat in your brother’s words.
And within moments, the door was closed and he was left with the vengeful face of Ramsay Snow, and Theon wanted for nothing more than to have you back near him, promising him the world.
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lady-doe-eyed · 8 months
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Catelyn Stark: I've seen the way that Theon looks at Y/N and I don't trust him, we cannot allow it. My daughter will not be wed to a Greyjoy!
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Could a really nice person write me a Theon x Stark!f!reader where Theon brings you back to Jon after you've been abused by Ramsay at Winterfell and Theon and Jon argue and Theon ends up screaming that he loves you with everything he has left, that you're everything to him, and that he saved you and helped you escape because seeing you getting abused by Ramsay every day hurted him more than any torture Ramsay did to him.
(Bonus: you hear Theon and confess to him that you love him too)
I would write it honestly but I'm not feeling comfortable enough to write about GoT yet.
To the person who is willing to write it, I'd be forever grateful!
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elaeryslynx · 6 months
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The Lynx and the Kraken
-We’re almost finished with their story. I started this back in May. One of my biggest fan-fictions ever made. Be sure to read the tags before you read, and give me your thoughts and opinions on it, it helps me gain motivation to write more.
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megsironthrone · 2 years
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Meg’s Game of Tales: Tale 7; Part 2
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*Familiar Characters are NEVER mine! Based on the original tale of Hans Christian Andersen. I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!!* Here is part 1
Warnings: Part 2/2, Little Mermaid AU, angst, magic, fluff
Pairing: Theon Greyjoy x fem!reader
You felt light-headed as you sank down onto the ground, the warm sand digging into your new legs slightly. Gasps escaped your mouth, but you smiled through them. Melisandre's spell had worked and you now had human legs and the chance to meet the man you had saved. Still, something seemed off. You glanced down at yourself and it didn't take you long to realize it. All the humans you'd seen before had their bodies covered, much like your normal shells covered your top. You needed clothes.
         Glancing around, your eyes landed on what looked like a part of the ship that had broken apart in the storm. It felt a bit like clothing so you picked it up and wrapped it around yourself, tying the rope around you to secure the fabric against your body just as you heard voices approaching you. You ducked out of sight on shaking legs. Two voices met your ears.
         "I'm telling you, Robb, she was real. And the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. From what I could see from in the dark." You peeked out from behind you hiding place and held back a gasp of delight. There he was! He was walking alongside another male with curly auburn hair. He was beautiful too, but the first was who you'd done this for. "I think you hit your head too hard, Theon."
         As excitement coursed through you, you moved before you could stop yourself. Both men stopped short upon seeing you. They stared openly for a moment then a smile stretched over the lips of the man you'd rescued. Theon. "Hello!" You smiled at him and he asked your name. You tried to answer him only to be reminded that you had no voice. This just got a whole lot more difficult.
*time skip*
         Two days. Two beautiful days had passed and you were in love. Theon was confident and could be charming and funny. He paid close attention to you, even taking you around the kingdom. He talked a lot about himself, his kingdom, and his adopted family that lived in a kingdom across the sea. Not that you minded that he talked so much. After all, it wasn't as if you could speak in return and clearly Theon did not like awkward silences much. You did your best to make your feelings known and had hope that you would actually get the kiss you needed(and wanted) before the three days were up. That is until the morning of the third day.
         You came down from your room with a smile on your face. Theon had planned a feast for that night and you were hoping to entice him into a kiss so you could confess your feelings when you got your voice back. That thought was enough to get you out of bed early and heading down to the kitchens. However, you stopped in your tracks when you saw the redhead hanging off Theon's arm.
         "Y/N, good morning!" Theon greeted, "I would like to introduce you to Roz. This is the woman that saved me." Your eyes darted to the woman who gave you a fake smile. You returned the gesture before looking back at Theon. The next words out of his mouth had you near tears. "We're to be married. Tonight." You tried to keep the smile on your face, but got out of there as soon as you could.
         You were still several feet from your room when you ran into a solid wall. "Are you alright?" Your eyes met Robb's and you tried to nod. You liked Robb. He was sweet and was visiting Theon from his own kingdom so you got to know him as well. "No you aren't." You shrugged a bit and Robb smiled a little.
         "It's her, isn't it? Roz?" You watched him warily. While you liked him, you weren't sure if your admission would get back to Theon. "I don't like her for him either. I know she isn't the one he's been looking for." You could practically feel your body getting lighter and your eyes getting brighter. Robb chuckled softly. "It was you, wasn't it?" You nodded eagerly.
         "Then I will help you. I think you're good for Theon. You make him stop and think before making rash decisions. Well except for this one." Robb linked one of his arms with yours, making you turn back the way you came. "Now, come along. We have a wedding to stop."
         You followed Robb through the halls of the castle in search of Theon. The two of you tried all day to get him away from Roz to no avail. She was stuck to him like a limpet to rock. By the end of the day, you were losing hope. As the sky began to darken, tears came to your eyes. Robb noticed and hugged you. "It'll be alright. Let's get to the ship. That's where the wedding is taking place. He won't be able to get away from us, alright?" You nodded.
         As soon as the two of you set foot on the ship, your eyes met those of Roz. You wanted to cry until you glanced next to her. At that, your eyes widened in fear and rage. Melisandre! You should have known Roz was merely a pawn. Melisandre had planned to sacrifice you to her god from the very beginning and she would do whatever necessary to make sure you failed. You were furious and made to confront her. The only thing that stopped you was Robb appearing again at your elbow. He flashed them both a smile.
         While the three of them made small talk, you glanced at the necklace laying on Melisandre's neck. Something about it called out to you. You looked into the jewel. It was different. Inside the gem, there was something swirling around. Magic, most likely.
         Theon approached the four of you, momentarily distracting you from your curiosity. You smiled at him before you caught sight of the sun getting lower in the sky behind Melisandre. Not quite sunset yet, but getting close. The wedding was about to start. You were almost out of time. Once again, your gaze was pulled to the necklace and suddenly, a brilliant albeit mad, idea popped into your head.
         You'd have to be quick, but something told you that if got the necklace from Melisandre, you could spoil her plans and maybe get your voice back. With that in mind, you took a step and pretended to trip on your dress. As you fell, you grabbed for the necklace. You nearly cried in relief when you heard it snapping from her neck.
         No sooner did you have the jewelry in your hand did you feel the magic flowing through you. Gasps were heard from everyone but no one was louder than you. Your voice instantly came pouring from your lips as you laughed. You looked up with a grin and nearly fell over.
         In the place of the beautiful sea witch you had known stood an haggard old woman. You watched in horror as her legs began changing back to their true form. Men and women alike started to scream and your eyes found Theon's. He looked confused.
         "Where am I?" You laughed again and launched yourself at him. "Theon!" He let out a noise of surprise as he wrapped his arms around you to keep you both from falling. "Y-You're speaking!" You pulled back a little and nodded. "Yes. And I have so much to tell you. I was the one who saved you. She," you stated, glaring at Roz, "Is merely an instrument of that creature there."
         Theon looked between you and Roz for a moment. Roz too looked confused. It was clear Melisandre had used her magic on them both. "Theon," you said again, getting his attention, "I need you to do something for me." He gave a nod. "Ki-" Before the words could be spoken, you gasped in pain.
         "You're too late. The Lord of Light demands his sacrifice," the now creaky, raspy voice of Melisandre spoke. Suddenly, your legs would no longer hold you. You felt yourself sinking to the deck of the ship. To your horror, your legs were gone, replaced once more by your tail.
         Without warning, Melisandre grabbed you and dove back into the sea. She moved much more quickly than an old woman should. Theon's cries became muffled as you were swallowed by the waters you'd once called home. Your heart sank knowing that, this time, there would be no coming back. It was all over.
            You shot up from the bed with a gasp. Bubbles escaped your mouth for a few moments while you took in your surroundings. "What is it?" came the rough morning voice of your husband. You glanced at the crystal eyes gazing sleepily at you from underneath his mop of curly hair. "I had the strangest dream. It felt so real, Theon. We were both humans!" You laid your body back on his and proceeded to tell him the rest of your dream as your tails wrapped around each other and the rest of the sea began to wake all around you.
(a/n: I hope this was worth wait! That’s it! Meg’s Game of Tales is officially, finally, finished! Thank you all for reading and for following!)
Tag: @eddiemunsonswife21​
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"Safe and Sound" Theon Greyjoy x Jeyne  Poole Imagine
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Summary: A short story of Theon and Jeyne's life and escape from Winterfell inspired by this amazing edit by @alemoncakelife
A/N: This is a mix of show and book (SPOILERS for both), plus some of my own interpretation. Obvious Ramsay warnings are in place, but I tried not to be too graphic.
She was facing the man that was now her husband, yet all she saw was a monster with a wicked grin. His eyes full of hunger as he scanned his prey. The greed shone as he triumphantly held the hand of not only his wife, but what he believed to be a token of his alliance with the Lannister family. No longer a bastard, but a Lord, now married to Arya Stark.
Reek watched on as the girl he, as Theon Greyjoy, had once chased around the halls of this castle with joyous laughter was now forced to reside alongside him in Hell. Only he knew the horrors that she was to face in this new life. Ramsay had broken Theon, but he had not killed him. He would maintain the facade of Reek, but he vowed to himself and to her, that he was going to get the both of them out of Winterfell and away from this vile monster.
After the ceremony, Ramsay led his new wife behind his servant, Reek, to their new bedchambers. He turned toward his new wife with a wicked grin as he leaned forward to kiss her for the first time.
The girl fought hard not to recoil when his lips first touched hers. It was the first time she had ever kissed someone and this was not at all how she imagined it.
Her hands shook as she fought with the clasps of her wedding attire.
"I don't like to be kept waiting," her new husband said as he leered over her shoulder. His patience was thinning rapidly.
Hot tears spilled from her eyes as she tried and failed to remove the gown. The sound of the fabric tearing caused both the other occupants in the room to jump, while Ramsay simply shoved his wife onto the bed.
Every part of him wanted so desperately to help her, as she cried. He had done so many times throughout their childhood together and as much as he wanted to save her now, he knew that in this moment, it was safer to not intervene. He had learned first hand how horrific Ramsay was when he was angry and had witnessed what Ramsay did to those who defied him. Theon knew that he had to make a plan to get them both out of their home and as far away as possible, but in order to do that, Ramsay had to think he was entirely in control. He tried to remain composed, but he couldn't help, but weep for Jeyne. He would've given anything to spare her the torture that Ramsay was inflicting upon her.
Jeyne knew Theon was only a few feet away from her, yet it brought her no comfort. He had cried, but done nothing to stop her husband from raping her. She was angry with him, yet even that was overshadowed by how entirely empty and vastly alone she felt.
Every inch of this castle was familiar to her, she had grown up here alongside her best friend, Sansa Stark, who's father was the former Lord of Winterfell. As a little girl, she had ran through these halls full of laughter and life, now they were cold and only echoed her cries each night. She scarcely ate or slept, only doing so when Ramsay would force her. She wanted to die, anything was better than living each day in fear and pain. There was nothing to look forward to. All she was to do in life was to bear heirs for her vile husband. The thought of bringing a child into this home frightened her and yet she had no choice. Her life was supposed to be serving her best friend, as they married handsome men and had beautiful babies. It was full of joy, hope, and possibility. Now all she knew was despair.
Ramsay grew increasingly more angry as the Lannisters made no move to support him beyond spreading the lie that he had married Arya Stark. His father was dead as was his brother and step-mother. Now all he needed was an heir of his own, then he could truly move forward with claiming more power. The girl had yet to be with child, so he feared that she was finding a way to prevent it. He ordered Reek and Myranda be the only ones who were allowed to interact with her. He was sure that this way, he could trust nothing would be done to prevent him from attaining what he wanted.
Theon was hopeful the moment he discovered he would be bringing Jeyne her food. For the first time he would have a moment alone with her and he could share the plan he had come up with. However, when he came to her room, she didn't believe him.
"You're just trying to trick me. I know you are his servant and you're just as awful is he is," she yelled at him.
"I swear to you, that I am not. Ramsay is going on a hunt tomorrow, that is when we will escape. He will never hurt you again." Theon wasn't sure if it was exhaustion or relief, but the girl fell forward into his arms. As gently as possible, he held her close, only gingerly touching the raw skin on her back from where the whips had torn away the skin.
When Theon left, she tried not to allow the hope to consume her, only to push back at the clutches of despair that threatened to overwhelm her. That evening after returning from her husband, Jeyne slept, not without nightmares, but with the slightest glint of that future life of possibility she had once thought certain.
The shadows from the quickly setting sun creeped across the floor of her room, ebbing away at the hope that had built in her heart despite her best efforts to block it out. She was no longer pacing, but simply laying in her bed when her door opened and Theon called her name.
He was quite sure that neither one of them were going to make it out of the castle, his only hope was that they would die in the process before Ramsay could get a hold of them and inflict untold horrors. Though, he did not share this information with Jeyne, only holding tight to her hand as they wound their way through the castle they knew better than anyone else. This advantage allowed them to stay hidden except for one moment in which he was forced to quickly turn back around a corner and pull her against his chest to hid from a passing guard.
Her heart thumped just as rapidly as his own as they waited in still silence for the guard to pass. They were so close. Theon started to consider that they could possibly escape and survive.
As Theon pulled her up to the top of the battlements, she looked at the impossibly long jump. She knew the snow would provide some protection, but it was still a dangerous jump. They both only hesitated for a moment before her took her in his arms and jumped.
In the moment her feet left the stone, she felt free, no longer trapped at the mercy of a monster. She was at peace, knowing either they would die or they would be safe.
The peace she felt shattered the same moment her ribs did. Her scream was muffled by Theon's chest as he landed on top of her in the snow. She had not expected such an agonizing impact and for a few moments struggled to breath.
Theon didn't have time to feel horrible for hurting her, he heard the shouts of the guards from where they had just jumped from. Their only choice was to run as fast and far as they could. He grabbed her arm and pulled hard until she was standing. Without a moment to adjust, he dragged her along towards their only hope of survival, Jon Snow.
A/N I have been wanting to write for game of thrones and I saw this edit and it inspired this piece. Let me know if you want more game of thrones.
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Avisos : Angst, palavreado inapropriado, menções de abuso sexual e tortura
– Theon! THEON! – você o sacudiu de novo, o mesmo suava e esperneava antes de acordar segurando seu braço com um pouco de força
– S/n! – ele gritou gemendo de dor ao bater a cabeça numa pedra 
– você tá com febre Theon! – ele deitou a cabeça colorida no seu colo 
– o que está morto não pode morrer! – ele repetiu várias vezes 
– Theon! Você não tá morto! – ele ainda sussurrava loucuras, se chamava de podre ao invés de Theon. Ramsay ainda pagaria muito caro por isso 
– Robb?... – ele chamou e você tentou segurar as lágrimas 
– Theon… Robb está morto! – você sussurrou e o abraçou
– isso foi culpa minha! – ele chorou. O arrependimento o corroía dia após dia 
– não importa! Não importa! Tá tudo bem! Você vai ficar bem! - ele pôs a cabeça para repousar no colo do seu peito, ele tremia que nem um epiléptico – eu vou cuidar de você, Theon. 
– ele me matou. S/n. Ele… – theon começou a chorar  
– você pode me contar o que quiser, quando quiser. – perguntei quase chorando com ele
– ele me castrou, me mutilou, ele me fez de mulher. – ele gaguejou e você apertou as palmas de sua mão tentando conter o ódio 
– ele vai pagar, eu juro! – beijei a bochecha dele. Você faria jus a sua palavra
– eu mereci ser um podre. Eu traí Robb! – ele cuspiu 
– não fale isso! – o repreendeu – você é Theon Greyjoy, príncipe das ilhas de ferro e você vai matar Ramsay Snow, aquele filho da puta, rei dos bastardos
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llonelygoddess · 6 months
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Yandere House Stark Headcanons
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A/N: I ended up not doing Bran and Rickon only because I wanted to get this out sooner rather than later and they were a little difficult to write for. If you'd like to see headcanons for them I can definitely make another post for them, just let me know.
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Let's say you are a low born person looking for refuge in Winterfell after your village was sacked by Wildlings. You had hoped to find some tavern to hold up in or even a brothel, but unbeknownst to you the Stark family kept an eye on newcomers. When they received news of your arrival, they requested your presence. It was only to talk about the possibility of nearby Wildlings, but when YOU showed up beaten and scared for your life- how could they not offer their Stark hospitality?
This is where the yandere tendencies begin.
Ned Stark, as a yandere, is protective and definitely has a savior complex. He's an honorable and just man that can't help but bring home strays, so when he sees you it's like finding Jon all over again. A deep sense of responsibility comes over him and he knows in that moment that you are just as much his as any of his kids. From that day forward he assigns a room for you in the castle and a handmaiden to keep you company, not that you'll be needing it. The family of course is shocked at his sudden interest, but they all love to see him happy and nothing makes him more happy than seeing you taken care of.
Now Catelyn is initially worried that Ned has taken a romantic interest in you, but when she sees the way you both interact she understands the fatherly bond he is trying to create very similar to his own kids. It didn't take long for her to fall into her own yandere tendencies; checking in on you in the mornings, making prayer wheels even when you're not sick, helping in the kitchen to make sure your food was perfect ( and not poisoned). She takes her role as your surrogate mother very seriously,sometimes to the extent of watching you sleep or ordering guards to discreetly watch over you and report back. Her biggest worry is that you'll be taken away from them so she takes extra precautions to keep you safe.
Robb is head over heels for you instantly. Man is down bad. Much like his father, Robb has a savior complex and finds himself wanting to be YOUR savior always. He does this by training extra hard with Jon, keeping an eye on you at all times, and giving threatening looks to any man or woman who gets too close to you. He doesn’t mean to scare away any potential friends but he does mean to scare away potential lovers. He couldn’t bear to see you with anyone outside the family, and even then he has a sword up his butt about it. 
On the other hand, Jon takes a while to warm up to you. He loves his family and is vicious to outsiders who could harm them. Eventually, seeing how you interact with everyone makes him a tad jealous. Not of you, but of his family and how easily they can approach you. I definitely see Jon as an overprotective/stalker yandere with strong jealous tendencies that make him beg for your approval. He finds himself wherever you are, lurking in the background, waiting for the right moment to catch you alone. Jon feels like himself around you and the more time you spend together the more addicted to your presence he becomes. 
Theon is hands down THE worshiper of the group. It's a hot take for sure but as a yandere, I see Theon's insecurities and fears taking over, slightly similar to reek!Theon. He sees you as a deity, above the Lords and Ladies, even above the King/Queen themself. If it were up to him he'd be the one giving you your meals, running your baths, standing by your side as guard. He cherishes your very presence and hopes one day you'll see his never ending loyalty to you and only you. 
Sansa is very quiet about her obsession, you almost couldn't tell. She's the perfect friend, always sitting next to you at meals, gossiping about the Lords and Lady's of court, and helping you stock your wardrobe. Whatever hobby you choose to pick up, she's always there to praise you in your efforts and guide you in whatever way she can. She especially loves teaching you how to embroider as it's her specialty. It was all but normal until you came upon her private journal filled with both your names in beautiful cursive surrounded by hearts. You begin to notice the closeness she silently demands, eyeing everyone else to stay away. You see the way she longingly watches you from afar when you choose to spend time with anyone else. And your dresses, that you both so carefully picked out, seem to have a little embroidered "SS" on the nape of your neck.
Arya sees you as her golden older sibling, the one who can do no wrong. She is constantly dragging you around Winterfell - riding horses and trying to shoot arrows (and failing lol). She finds comfort within you, the only person who doesn't expect anything of her except to be herself. And for that she will never leave your side. Most nights you'll find her trying to sneak into your room to share a bed, but whether she can get past the guards Ned and Catelyn have posted outside your door is another story.
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valeskafics · 7 months
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"Everything Has Changed" - Modern!Theon Greyjoy x Reader Drabble
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a/n: from the songfic drabbles i promised 🤭
Summary: Everything changes after one brief conversation with Theon Greyjoy.
TW: fluff, profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns
Word Count: 800 words
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice and Fire characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated ❤️
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Mondays are the worst, you think to yourself not for the first time as you race through the halls of Winterfell University. You overslept, barely had enough time to make yourself presentable for your first class of the day, and to top it all off, that bitch Myranda at the campus coffee shop fucked up your drink, giving you a decaf instead of regular. You know she’s had it in for you ever since you got partnered with her boyfriend for a psych project, but in your opinion? He shouldn’t be studying psychology. Psychologists should be studying him.
Your hands are full when you reach the Social Sciences building, and you struggle trying to get the door open with your foot, only five minutes left till your class begins. And Professor Karstark is a total hardass when it comes to late arrivals. You’re about to cry from frustration, but then, the door opens for you. And you see him.
At first, all you see is a pair of gorgeous green eyes, freckles, and a cocky little smile. You realize that this is none other than Alpha Delta Theta frat boy Theon Greyjoy. You’ve managed to avoid him for the last three years at WU, but your luck’s run out today. Or has it? That cocky smile looks almost, kind of, cute? He holds the door open for you letting you in.
“Looked like you needed a little help, pretty girl,” he grins wryly as you walk past him.
“I did,” you admit, tossing your coffee cup in the trash can and giving him a quick smile, “Thank you.”
Gods, why can’t you stop looking at his eyes? Why are they so warm, and welcoming, and pretty? Why do they feel so familiar in spite of you not even knowing the guy?
Theon clears his throat and extends a hand to you, “Theon Greyjoy. I know you’re probably off to class, but figured I’d introduce myself to the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen.”
You feel the heat rise to your face as you take his hand and give it a quick shake, introducing yourself, “You’re Robb Stark and Jon Snow’s friend, right?”
Theon nods, “You know them?”
“Well, I know Jon in passing. We’ve had a couple of classes together. He’s a nice guy,” you say, grinning slightly, “I was there for that fight in the quad last semester when the two of you beat the shit out of Ramsay Bolton.”
“Oh, yeah,” Theon snickers, “That… That was a good fight.”
You glance at the clock and panic, “Oh shit, I have Karstark in two minutes. Gotta go. But it was nice meeting you, officially!”
Theon watches as you dart off into the lecture hall two doors down.
He stares after you, he thinks, for a minute or two, before shaking himself out of it. Theon Greyjoy doesn’t do relationships. He knows it’s fucked up, but hell, so is he. That tends to happen when you have a father like Balon Greyjoy. The only constant female presence in his life has been his older sister, Yara. Beyond that? Meaningless hookups with Ros, Jeyne… He sighs slightly, leaning against the wall.
Why did talking to you come so easy to him? Why did your eyes feel like coming home to him? All he knows is your name, hell, just your first name. He hardly knows anything about you. But still, it feels like everything in his life has changed, and for the better. He immediately pulls out his phone and texts Jon to ask about you, smiling to himself.
On Wednesday, when you have your next lecture with Professor Karstark, you manage to get there a few minutes earlier than you did on Monday. You’ve done your hair, your makeup. Gods, Theon might not even be there, why are you getting so pressed about this, girl?
But he is. Waiting for you with a coffee cup in hand, holding the door open for you.
“I, uh, asked Jon what your order usually is,” he mumbles, uncharacteristically shy as he hands you the coffee cup, “This is going to sound so stupid, but um, I know we’ve barely even talked and shit, but,” he meets your eyes, “You’re gorgeous. And sweet and funny and the thing is, when you walked away, I missed you. That’s never happened to me before. Ever.”
You take a sip of your drink, hiding the stupid goofy grin spreading across your face behind the cup.
“And I just wanted to see if maybe I could get your number,” Theon continues, hands in his pockets, “And maybe we could get coffee or dinner or something if you want.”
You hand him your phone with a bright smile, “Put your number in.”
And just like that, everything has changed.
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it'd be cool to see some theon fluff :) maybe from the era after he escapes from ramsey bc that boy deserves some comfort omg (also if you could use he/him pronouns that would be cool too!)
Theon*Dream of Sweet Memories
Pairing: Theon x m!reader
Platonic: Jon, Robb, Sansa, x reader
Summary: Reader helps Theon recover from a nightmare and reflects on their past
Tw: Theon having ptsd
Word count: 1474
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Winterfell felt colder than before. The hollow halls of your childhood had been through so much the past few years. Now you were back, the war was over, Sansa was queen in the North, Bran in the south. Robb was dead, Jon was gone, Arya too. Sansa was kind but you had never been close. Your family was all but gone as well. There was one thing left though one thing that made all the pain, all the suffering, the war worth it.
Theon lay asleep on your bed, his face relaxed as he slumbered. The last candle that was burner illuminated a small portion of the room but enough for you to admire his features in the candlelight. His hair was soft under your touch as you stroked it gently.
Moments like this were rare. Theon was skittish, paranoid, quiet. He’d never been this quiet before. Robb was the loud one who knocked into everything and everyone, who’s barking laugh rang across the hall. Theon was the funny one, always a joke up his sleeve that he would loudly proclaim to anyone who would hear. Jon was quiet in public but when the four of you would hang out in the stables he was just as loud as Theon, and they would banter long into the night.
Theon had always joked you were practically a mute. You liked to listen and laugh along, adding in your own comments occasionally. Theon tried to drag the conversation out of you. He’d ask a million questions just to get you to speak. Tell jokes just to make you laugh. It was usual for you to be left out of discussions, but Theon had always made sure to drag you into them even when you didn’t want him too.
You opened up more in your chambers, laughing and cheering with him especially after a drink. You’d both gossip like it was nobodies’ business. Theon was shocked when he found out you were actually funny. He spent months, years, growing your confidence but even still you were always the quiet one.
Till now at least. Theon could barely look you in the eyes when you were reunited. He was ashamed. Ashamed of everything he had done, everything he had caused. Jon wanted to hate him, wanted you to hate him, but he couldn’t after he saved Sansa.  You wanted to hate him too, but you couldn’t. you had thought for months if you ever saw him again the first thing you would do was punch him. Then he walked through those gates.
He was meek, quiet, skittish. He looked like even walking was a battle for him. And gods were he skinny now. When he walked through the gates you weren’t angry. A warmth poured through your heart. Theon looked up and instantly away again when he saw you. he couldn’t face you.
You didn’t even realise you were walking, running even, till you had pulled him into your arms. Theon froze at first, stiff as ice but it soon melted. His head fell into your shoulder, his arms wrapping weakly around your waist. Your hand clamped against his head, holding it tight against you, “If you ever leave me again, I’ll fucking kill you Greyjoy, understand?”
He hadn’t left your side since. You had been so distracted by your thoughts you hadn’t noticed him stirring. You looked down at his face which was contorted with worry, his lips mouthing something you couldn’t fully hear. Leaning down, you tried to listen, “Please,” you managed to make out, “not please,” he mumbled, “no, no, no,” he began to rush out, you sat up about to shake him awake when a shrill shriek rang across the room.
Theon’s cried echoed around the cold chamber, his body stiff as a bored as his body flung himself up, backing away up the bed. “Theon!” you yelled, trying to grab his flailing arms, “It’s me! Its (Y/N)! You’re safe,” you said as you grabbed his shoulders.
Theon’s eyes danced crazily across the room till they settled on you, his hands grasping onto your shoulders, “(Y/N)?” he asked.
“Yes, it’s me my love,” you said as you held his face softly in your hands, “It’s just us you’re safe Theon,”
“No, Im not Theon im- “
“Reeks dead Theon,” you said, moving to kneel on either sides of his legs so you could face him straight on, “Ramsay’s dead Theon. Its okay. you’re safe I promise,”
Theon stopped for a moment, his eyes dazed as he stared into space before finally turning back to you, “I was so scared,” he whimpered, “it was like he was back,”
“He’s not coming back Theon,” you said, stroking his cheek, “I’m here sweetheart. I’ve got you,”
“You’ve got me,” he whispered, and you just nodded, smiling lightly at the terrified boy.
You moved to be laying on the bed again, bringing Theon into your arms as you cradled his shaking body, “Nothings gonna happen to you. I promise,” you said, kissing the back of his head.
Heavy sobs fell from his lips, shaking his body. The feeling brought tears to your own eyes but all you could do was hold him. “I wish I could be normal again,” Theon whispered.
“You will be,” you said as you began to stroke his hair, “but it’ll take time,”
Silence fell over the room for a moment, “Sometimes,” Theon began to croak out, “I wonder if I deserved it all, for what I did to Robb, to you,”
A heavy sigh fell from your lips, “No one deserves what Ramsay did to you. no one. It’s a fate worse than death but you survived it because you’re strong, because it’s your fate to go on. If things had went differently Robb would’ve forgiven, you. you know that”
“That just makes it worse,” he whispered, his voice horse from his whimpering, “I wish I had stayed with him. At least he treated me like family, he was my family,”
“We cannot change the past,” you said as you moved Theon to face you, stroking his cheek lightly, “But we can live for the future. You saved Sansa, you helped save Bran. Robb would be grateful for that. Now you must live for him, protect Winterfell for him,” you said, and Theon just nodded.
You pressed a kiss to his forehead and fell into a comfortable silence. Before the war Theon had just been a friend to you though you couldn’t help your stares after him. The way his laugh light up a room, his jokes never failing to cheer you up, how his smile curved. He fascinated you. he didn’t admit it, but he had always felt the same.
You grew even closer when you both rode off with Robb, sharing a tent to save on supplies. There had been a moment, one night after a particularly hard battle. The cold was settling in, and it was bitter.
******
“Your chattering so loud Tywin can hear,” Theon whispered from across the tent as he sat up beneath his thin furs. “Get over here,”
“I um but what if someone- “
“Get under these furs before we freeze to death,” he said rolling his eyes. You did as you had been told as slipped under the furs beside the boy. “See already better,” he whispered.
You rolled over to face the other side of the tent to try concealing the blush coating your cheeks. However, you were confused when you heard Theon shuffling then blushed even harder when you felt his arms reach around your body, “What are you doing?” you whispered back.
“I can’t have my best friend freezing to death,” he replied. At one point that night Theon had obviously figured you had fallen asleep, but you were still awake enough to feel the kiss he placed to your cheek, laying still as he settled back down until his soft snores filled the tent.
******
“We should visit the crypt tomorrow,” Theon said breaking the silence, “I want to see him again,”
“Okay,” you said, kissing his lips gently. He had visited Robbs statue many times since it had been placed in the crypts. Neither Robb nor Neds’ bodies had made it to the crypt, but Sansa had still ordered for their statues to be placed there. The last lord of Winterfell and its first king in this new dynasty. A statue of Catelyn and Rickon at either side. “We’ll go at first light but for now we must rest,”
“Okay,” Theon whispered as he placed his head on your chest. You had almost dozed off when he spoke again, “(Y/N)?” he asked, and you yawned a what. “I love you,”
“I love you too,” you murmured back as your eyelids grew heavy, “Sleep my love. Dream of sweet memories,”
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Theon x Reader (female).
More Theon x Mermaid! Reader Thoughts...
🐚 The man is obsessed. From the moment he found you, he's been unable to free himself from thoughts of you. He dreams of you when sleeping and thinks of you when awake, wanting and waiting for the day you return to him.
And you do.
Soon enough, you return to him, Lord Endless paying a visit to the court with you by his side. Most think that he's looking for the young son of another lord or perhaps Robb as a husband...but you only have eyes for Theon, paying little attention to anyone else.
🐚 Singing him lullabies. Theon loves nothing more then to rest his head upon your heart and allow you to play with his hair, running a hand through his curls.
"His hair it hangs in ringlets, his eyes as black as coal.
My happiness attends him wherever he may go.
From Tower Hill to Blackwall, I'll wander weep and moan
All for my jolly sailor, until he sails home..."
He is one of the lucky few who have heard the mermaid's song and lived to tell the tale...even luckier, you sing to him whenever he wants it, his little songbird.
🐚 Bringing him little gifts. Lost treasure, shells and bits of coral, pearls and sand dollars and sea glass and the bones of drowned men. He has quite a collection (including some pretty rare artifacts) and will one day decorate his home with the things you've given him.
As for Theon's gifts, he'll hunt game you like and makes you thick furs, knowing how easily you get cold. But you much prefer for Theon to keep you warm, cuddling close through the cold winter. The best gift is that of a horse, when you express that you'd never ridden and would like to.
He buys you a snow white mare with long, lovely hair and dark eyes and a sweet demeanor. You name her Ariel and she pairs well with his black steed, Ironblood.
🐚 Midnight skinny dipping. It's not terribly uncommon for you to pull Theon out of bed and drag him to a body of water, the hot springs or the ocean if you're close by. Stripping from the thin nightgown, you'll run naked to the water and he'll quickly follow, your song filling the air and drawing him closer.
"My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold!
There is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold."
There's nothing sweeter then making love to you in the water, waves rocking along and following the rhythm of his hips. Once he has a taste of you, Theon is addicted to your touch, your kiss, your body against his.
🐚 Even as a human, there are little signs of your true self. Most people don't really notice it at all (in fact, you and you're family are thought of as strange and often ignored).
You shed salt from your skin, typically when you bath or when you've been out of water for far too long, little crystals that you sweep away before anyone notices.
There's a constant iridescent glimmer across your skin and upon your legs, the glittering veins almost look like scales...
Your eyes seem to shift from hue to hue, normally your own color but often turning to shades of blue, silver, and purple.
Storms sing when you are enraged or upset but seem to calm when you're delighted again, as though the sky and the sea know your heart.
🐚 The wedding is a grand affair. Theon was a little surprised that his father so easily agreed to the match but, then again, your dowry was utterly massive and it would have been foolish to pass it up. So you marry, dressed in lace and silver and pearls, the bards singing of your beauty and Theon's love for you for eons afterwards.
Many speak of the strange guests, you mother's people it was said. All oddly beautiful and alluring...there are, unfortunately, several drownings and disappearances that night.
But such is the danger when you dance with merfolk.
Dancing all night together, you never once look away from one another. Finally, you slip away to claim one another. Perhaps you'd already done so long before but Theon feels there's something different about this, a man claiming his wife. He's so sweet that night, fucking you gently again and gain until you fall asleep, Theon still inside of you. When he arises in the morning, it'll begin all over again.
🐚 There's a secret place you make together, a place no one else knows. The moon cave is difficult to find on foot but if one knows the ways of the water, you can swim there easily. Together, you fill the cave with treasures and pretty things, your initials and vows carved into the stone.
When the moon is bright and full, it rises over the moon pool and the waters glow.
You make a tradition of making love to one another on full moon, there in the water, and he swears that it's some kind of darkly sweet magic. And perhaps there is, every one of your babes being conceived in the moon pool.
🐚 Making him a black blade. It's made, you tell him, of metal scavenged from the sea, of blood and magic. The merman wear armor like it and use it to make tridents and swords. He's one of few humans allowed to wield such a weapon.
Theon finds it to be unbreakable and true, the blade becoming known to all.
He names it Tempest and wields it in your honor.
🐚 Constantly kissing you and touching you, you're never far from him. And when he's been away (the storms do not stop until Theon is home again) and finally returns, you run to him at once. Without fail, Theon lifts you up and pulls you into a kiss.
It's considered rather improper, behaving like this, even if you're married...but you care little for what others think and do whatever you damn well please.
So you're always together, always touching, and always so obviously in love. Many hope they have a love like yours, even if you're both a bit wild, it's rather sweet to see you together, hand in hand and madly in love.
🐚 You hate his father and brothers. All of them.
And when they put Theon at risk, you feel no guilt in putting an end to them one by one. It bothers you very little, mermaids not holding the taboo of a kinslayer, only killing one's young or mate is truly looked down upon.
So they drown.
Some in shipwrecks, others in baths or rivers. Somehow, the water steals their souls and Theon is declared King of the Iron Islands, bringing his strange wife home with him. After that, his people enjoy calm seas and plentiful catches when fishing, finding the ocean's favor once Theon is on the throne.
🐚 You teach him a little of your language.
Mer is difficult for humans to speak, nearly impossible, somethings can be learned. So you teach him a handful of phrases, whispering them in the night.
I love you.
My wife, my husband, my moon, my sun.
I've missed you.
Mine. Yours.
I love you, I love you, I love you.
🐚 He calls his moon, bright and shining. Moonlight, moonbeam, my moon and stars.
You call him your sun, brilliant and sweet. And you look at him just like that, glowing beneath his gaze.
🐚 Your babes take after Theon with his hair and dark eyes but anyone can see the magic within them. They sleep in little cradles made of the wood of sunken ships, rocking upon invisible waves, and cry to be placed in water.
They love when you sing to them, in your own tongue, and they shine a little too, drizzling when they wail and the sun shining when they giggle.
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐈𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 || 𝐉𝐎𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖
important note: my face claim will be madison beer but you can imagine whoever you desire. also the songs mentioned are not all technically all madison’s i will be incorporating other songs from other artists.
all the pictures seen below are not mine, however they were edited by yours truly. credits to the owners.
happy new year, my loves! 🎉🎊🍾 not the season we wanted, however, I know for a fact that the next one will be our comeback season!!! Hope this makes you guys happy even if for a little while.
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Joe Burrow x Singer!Reader / Brief Ex!Jack Hughes x Singer!Reader
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You decided to go live… your fans are nosy, Joe is noisy.
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cursing, social media, media, hate comments, ig live comments, fluff, mentions of cheating ex, fluff, more fluffiness, tooth rotting moments, Joe Burrow being a simp, established relationship
𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐜. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐍𝐇𝐋 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
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𝐲/𝐧_𝐲/𝐥/𝐧 started a live video.
You lounged on a plush couch in the heart of your stylishly decorated living room. Soft, ambient lights adorned the space, casting a warm glow on tasteful decor that bore witness to your numerous achievements. The room emanated a sense of comfort and sophistication, a reflection of your own laid-back yet refined taste.
Clutching your phone, you felt the familiar anticipation as she initiated an Instagram live session. Excitement filled the air as you looked into the camera, ready to connect with your fans after a hiatus from such spontaneous interactions. The room, a blend of neutral tones and vibrant accents, served as the perfect backdrop for you to share a slice of your life.
The subtle hum of background music added to the ambiance, enhancing the sense of ease that permeated the room.
You leaned back against the plush cushions, your eyes fixed on the phone's camera. "Hello, I’m gonna wait for people to come before starting.”
𝐟𝐚𝐧1: HELLOOOO QUEEENB!!!&3)373
𝐟𝐚𝐧2: MISS THING!? ARE MY EYES DECEIVING ME OR ARE U LIVE RN!??
𝐟𝐚𝐧3: y/n I love you 🩷🩷🩷
𝐟𝐚𝐧4: hello from Italy 🇮🇹
𝐟𝐚𝐧5: Omg! It’s been a while since you’ve been live 🥹🩵
“It's been a while, hasn't it? I don’t usually do lives but a lot of you guys have been asking me to, so… here I am.” You giggled.
The room feels cozy, with the soft glow of lights creating a warm ambiance. You can't help but smile as the viewer count rises steadily.
𝐟𝐚𝐧6: girl you look good 😫
𝐟𝐚𝐧7: 🧡🧡🧡
𝐟𝐚𝐧8: y/n you have no business looking so good like that at home.
𝐟𝐚𝐧9: are you making new music?
𝐟𝐚𝐧10: come to japan!!
Questions flood in, ranging from music updates to personal anecdotes. "Ah, someone asked about new music. You know I'm always working on something. I've got a few surprises up my sleeve, so stay tuned for that."
𝐟𝐚𝐧11: what’s your favorite genre?
𝐟𝐚𝐧12: where is y/bf/n?
𝐟𝐚𝐧13: talk about your breakup with Jack.
𝐟𝐚𝐧14: do you still watch Hockey?
𝐟𝐚𝐧15: GIRL WE NEED YOUR SKINCARE ROUTINE ASAP!!
𝐟𝐚𝐧16: what’s your songwriting process?
The chat scrolls rapidly, and you pick a question about your music preferences. "Favorite genre at the moment? Honestly, it changes all the time, but lately, I've been vibing with some indie and acoustic stuff.”
As more questions pour in, ranging from songwriting inspiration to behind-the-scenes moments, you share glimpses of your creative process. "Songwriting is such a personal journey. It could be a fleeting emotion, a random moment, or even something a fan shares. Inspiration can come from anywhere, really."
“How fast can you write lyrics?” You read in the comments.
“Uhm, it depends. Sometimes I get a wave of ideas just flowing. But there are also times where I get stuck and it takes forever for me to continue… it really does depend. But the fastest song I’ve written is far, has to be Selfish and Reckless. I write those two back-to-back in about three, four hours.”
𝐟𝐚𝐧17: I bet it’s easier to write when you have A LOT of things to say.
𝐟𝐚𝐧18: can you say hello to my cousin, Annie?
𝐟𝐚𝐧19: pineapples on pizza? yes or no?
As the questions continued pouring in, you found yourself engrossed in the virtual conversation. Little did you know, the front door to your home had swung open, announcing the arrival of your boyfriend, Joe, fresh from hanging out with his friends.
The comments section, ever vigilant, caught the subtle sounds of the door and began buzzing with curiosity.
𝐟𝐚𝐧20: Did anyone else hear that? Is someone there?
𝐟𝐚𝐧21: is it y/bf/n? I hope it’s her, I love when they do lives together.
𝐟𝐚𝐧22: girl are you being robbed?
𝐟𝐚𝐧23: I don’t think she heard.
𝐟𝐚𝐧24: SOMEONE JUST ENTERED YOUR HOUSE MISS THING?!!!
Your fans, always quick to pick up on details, speculated about the unexpected noise.
Your eyes met Joe's from his place by the door, and a smile crept across your face. Ignoring the barrage of questions flooding the comments about the mysterious door sound.
As he moved closer to you, you moved the camera away from the two of you as he leaned down and placed a kiss on your lips, “Hey, baby.” He mutters against your lips.
“Hello.” You whispered, pecking him one more time before moving away, facing the camera back to you as Joe walked towards the sofa, placing his things on it.
𝐟𝐚𝐧25: GOOD GOD IS IT JOE? AND DID I HEAR KISSING NOISES?!
𝐟𝐚𝐧26: she was just kissing someone right now 🥲
𝐟𝐚𝐧27: HI JOEEEE💕💕
𝐟𝐚𝐧28: imagine if she was cheating on Joe like she did with Jack and got caught on live 😂
𝐟𝐚𝐧29: OH ITS DEF JOE, DO U SEE HER SMILE 🥹
𝐟𝐚𝐧30: Who was that?
"Who was that?" you read from the comments, a mischievous twinkle in your eyes. With a playful grin, you responded, "Santa." Giggles escaped your lips as you teased your online audience, fully enjoying the mysterious atmosphere you had unintentionally created.
Off-camera, Joe's puzzled expression deepened as he tried to make sense of your comment. Unaware of the ongoing live session, he exchanged a confused look with you, silently asking for an explanation.
𝐟𝐚𝐧31: oh they’re messing with us.
𝐟𝐚𝐧32: Y/N! STOP GATEKEEPING JOSEPH!!
𝐟𝐚𝐧33: Tell Joe I said hi.
𝐟𝐚𝐧34: Can you tease your new music?
𝐟𝐚𝐧35: BITCH WHAT DO YOU MEAN SANTA!?
𝐟𝐚𝐧36: “I saw mommy kissing, Santa Claus.” 😉
"Can you tease us about your new music?" you read from the comments, a gleam of excitement in your eyes. With a teasing smile, you responded, "Well, I'm planning on releasing an album soon." A collective wave of comments flood in your live as your fans absorbed the thrilling revelation.
The anticipation soared as you continued, "I've poured my heart and soul into this one. Some unexpected collaborations, and a sound that's a departure from what you've heard before. It's a journey, and I can't wait to take it with all of you.”
“That’s a bit of a generic answer.” You laughed as you read that comment.
“Okay, okay, I’m not allowed to talk about it too much as of now but since I love you guys too much… I can say that the vibes for this album would be the complete opposite of my previous one, Teardrops.”
𝐟𝐚𝐧37: EXCUSE ME!? DID SHE JUST CONFIRM A NEW ALBUM COMING SOOONNN!!?
𝐟𝐚𝐧38: HOLY SHIT! YES PLEASE 😍
𝐟𝐚𝐧39: opposite of Teardrops, she’s gonna be in her Lover era. Mark my fucking words.
𝐟𝐚𝐧40: release it now. I dare you to.
The comment section erupted with excitement, fans expressing their anticipation and excitement for the upcoming album. Amidst the flurry of reactions, the domestic sounds from Joe in the kitchen continued, adding a delightful and unintentional layer to the unfolding live session.
Amid the ongoing banter with your fans, the sound of Joe moving around in the kitchen reached the microphone, making a subtle entrance into the live. A clink of glasses and the humming of the refrigerator added a domestic soundtrack to the virtual conversation.
𝐟𝐚𝐧41: what in the hell is going on in your house?
𝐟𝐚𝐧42: IS JOE COOKING?!
𝐟𝐚𝐧43: I don’t think Joe knows how to cook, it’s sounds like he’s building something 💀
𝐟𝐚𝐧44: gurl—
𝐟𝐚𝐧45: I LOVE UUUUUU 😍😍
The comments section buzzed with speculation as your followers eagerly awaited an explanation.
“What’s that noise?”
Maintaining your composure, you chuckled, "Oh, just Santa making himself at home in the kitchen. You know how it is." The playful tone in your voice only fueled the curiosity of your audience, prompting more questions about the mysterious happenings in your house, knowing fully well it’s your boyfriend, Joe.
Joe silently took a seat behind the camera, handing you a glass of wine. A warmth spread across your face as you accepted it, maintaining your live composure. "I couldn’t find the fucking corkscrew to open the new bottle of wine your mom got us," he grunted, unaware of the ongoing live session.
Smiling, you tried to signal him discreetly with your eyes, conveying the message that you were live and to tread lightly on the conversation. "Yeah? Is that why you sounded like you were tearing up the place?" you playfully responded, taking a sip of the wine.
𝐟𝐚𝐧46: IT IS JOE!!!
𝐟𝐚𝐧47: that’s Joe’s voice
𝐟𝐚𝐧48: I wanna see him 🥺
𝐟𝐚𝐧49: HAHAHHA GOD HE’S SO CUTE.
𝐟𝐚𝐧50: he really wanted that corkscrew.
Little did you both know, your fans were going wild as they eavesdropped on this charming and candid exchange. The confirmation that it was indeed Joe from his distinctive voice sent the comments section into a frenzy of excitement.
"Who are you talking to, baby?" Joe asked, still clueless about the live session happening. "I'm live, bubs" you casually replied, flashing him a reassuring smile.
Joe's eyes widened in shock, realizing that your conversation had been broadcasted to an audience. Stunned and not entirely sure what to say, he glanced at the camera, suddenly aware that people were listening in on your cozy, domestic moment.
The fans, now privy to this unexpected revelation, flooded the comments with an enthusiastic mix of emojis and exclamations.
𝐟𝐚𝐧51: DID YALL HEAR HIS VOICE WHEN HE CALLED HER BABY!?)! IM UNWELL.
𝐟𝐚𝐧52: oh to be called by the Joseph Lee Burrow ‘Baby’
𝐟𝐚𝐧53: 🥰🥰🥰
𝐟𝐚𝐧54: BABY AND BUBS. IM SERIOUSLY NOT OKAY.
"Do you wanna say hi?" you asked Joe softly, well aware of his preference for privacy and aversion to attention. Despite his reservations, he entered the frame for your sake, a warm smile on his face.
"Hi," he greeted the camera before gently moving away, respecting his comfort zone.
The comments section erupted with joy, fans expressing their excitement and admiration for Joe's brief appearance.
𝐟𝐚𝐧55: HIIII!!!
𝐟𝐚𝐧56: OH HOT DAMN THAT MAN FINE 🥵
𝐟𝐚𝐧57: oh lawd.
𝐟𝐚𝐧58: good. god.
𝐟𝐚𝐧59: Y/N IS ONE LUCKKY GIRL WHAT THE HELL.
𝐟𝐚𝐧60: hello, Joe 😫
𝐟𝐚𝐧61: he’s so shy, it’s adorable.
As Joe retreated from the camera, you couldn't help but smile at the delightful chaos that ensued. The comments continued to overflow with love and appreciation, turning the live session into an unforgettable and cherished memory for everyone involved.
“It’s my birthday.” You read a comment. “Happy Birthday, love.”
Yawning and rubbing the tiredness from your eyes, you continued reading more comments from your fans. "You're tired," Joe observed, his voice lower but still audible to the viewers.
You shook your head, looking at him with puppy dog eyes, silently asking for permission to stay up a little longer.
Joe gave you a stern look, his voice barely above a whisper, "It's late, pretty girl." His hands appeared in the video, gently removing a strand of hair from your face.
"That's okay," you replied, trying to stifle another yawn. The fans, now witnessing this endearing interaction, flooded the comments with a mix of supportive and playful messages.
𝐟𝐚𝐧62: when will it be my turn 😩
𝐟𝐚𝐧63: COUPLE FUCKING GOALS.
𝐟𝐚𝐧64: it’s confirmed. Burrow is a SIMP.
𝐟𝐚𝐧65: is this too much to ask?
𝐟𝐚𝐧66: “pretty girl.” Goodbye.
"Don't stay up too late, okay?" Joe finally agreed, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek before moving upstairs to get ready for bed.
"Mm hmm," you nodded, acknowledging his concern for your well-being.
The comments section filled with heart emojis and affectionate messages.
𝐟𝐚𝐧67: girl is better than me, cause if Joe Burrow called me a pretty girl and directed me to bed I would in a heart beat.
𝐟𝐚𝐧68: y/n it’s late go to sleep.
𝐟𝐚𝐧69: 💕💕💕💕💕
𝐟𝐚𝐧70: JOE IS THE ABSOLUTE SWEETEST.
As Joe disappeared from the frame, the live session continued, but there was a subtle shift in the atmosphere. The quiet acknowledgment of the bedtime routine added a touch of reality to the virtual interaction, creating a relatable moment that resonated with your audience.
“Now, where were we?” You smiled at the camera.
The warmth of the comments reflected the shared connection between you, Joe, and your fans, making the live session not just about entertainment but about genuine connection and shared experiences.
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“Your hair is winter fire, January embers, My heart burns there, too." 🤍Theon Greyjoy x Stark! Reader.
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