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intoxicated-chan · 8 months

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Be With Me

✿ฺ Paring ➳❥ Robb Stark x F!Reader

✿ฺ Summary ➳❥ When Robb over hears of your potential marriage, he cannot stand the idea of loosing you to some random lord.

✿ฺ (A/n) ➳❥ Inspired by “Be with Me” by Ramin Djawadi. It was heavily inspired by the cave scene with Jon and Yigrette. P.S… IM BACK!!

✿ฺ Word Count ➳❥ 1.4k

✿ฺ Content Warnings ➳❥ Female reader, sexual content, swearing, injuries, mentions of death, oral (male receiving), discussion of marriage…

(I’m saying it again! This was heavily inspired by the cave scene that involved Jon and Yigrette!!)

You walk out of the medic tent with a limp, It’s more than obvious that you were injured, and you feel the stares from other soldiers as your eyes are narrowed.

Robb caught up to you, grabbing your shoulder to make you turn around, “What was that?” Robb immediately said, “You thought it best to throw yourself into a fight?”

“A sword was coming from behind, you were too bothered to even notice.” You shake his hand off your shoulder and continue walking.

Robb grumbles a couple of words before speeding up to catch you, “I saved your life.” He piped up.

“No, I did.” You corrected him, you kept your eyes forward as you walked to your tent, “If I didn’t throw myself into the battle… You know I’d die for you.”

It makes Robb scoff rather loudly, ignoring your last words, “Let’s say you saved me. What about the other time or the other one?” Robb lifts an eyebrow, “You still owe me two more.”

“I owe you quite a lot, my lord.” You tell him, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to check the horses.”

He grabs your cloak tightly and pulls you back, nearly making you fall to the ground. You look up at him confused and angry.

He suddenly snatches your sword out of your scabbard, “I’ll take your sword as payment.” He then scurries away, you can hear him laughing.

“W-What?” You stand shocked for a moment before realizing what is happening, “Robb! Come back here, dammit!” You shout, chasing after him, “Robb fucking Stark! Give me my sword!”

You run after him, tumbling on a few rocks but don’t fall… Somehow. As much as you’re a fighter, Robb was a runner.

He ran so easily and didn’t take a second to look back and stop to give you some kind of better start.

“If you want it back, you’ll have to steal it back!” He runs from the camp and into a random cave. A random cave to you. You didn’t know the North like he did.

The cave is heated by a natural hot spring, which forms a waterfall and a pool. The rocks glistening from the humidity from the water and the light shining through.

Robb sets his sword against the rocks and begins to undo his armor. He starts with his gloves, crumbling them up and tossing them besides the sword.

Your peer your head into the cave, you rush into the cave when hear him, “Seven fucking hells, Robb-!” You loudly shout, but stop in your tracks.

“I heard from my mother that you were supposed to marry some random Lord.” He spoke with a hint of venom in his voice, he pulls off his brown leather boots, “Which means you’re a maiden.”

You choke on your words as you feel your face become warm at his bluntness.

He unties and unbuttons his armor, setting it down carefully, “I always wanted to beat the lord dead, just imagining you in his grasp made me feel so angry.”

Robb turns his back to your as his arms cross and grab the hem of his dirty shirt, he’s swift and impatient, tearing free from the constraints of fighting and riding.

His hands come to the strings of his breeches, “I wanted to be the one to marry you… To kiss you…” Until his breeches drop to the ground. He steps out of them, “To love you…”

Robb turns back to you, he is completely bare in front of you. You could see light bruises and scrapes on his body but little scars. They were faded but still there, it added to his muscular body. He was so beautiful… So perfect… So flawless…

Your eyes flicker around the cave and your eyes only set sights on him once. They move to the ground and you hear his soft steps against the wet stone.

He slowly closes the space in between you both until his face his near yours.

You feel Robb’s breath, one of his hands comes to your cheeks and cups it. But when he leans into you for a kiss, you pull back.

You swallow thickly and turn your head, “We shouldn’t, Robb.” You mumble under your breath, “We can’t be doing this.”

“Then look me in the eyes and say it. Tell me that you don’t want to go any further.” He says, and he slowly turns his head to eventually look at him, “Go on, tell me.”

You knew what was waiting for you back at home, you knew that the second you stepped foot back into your home, your life would be over, even more if your parents found out.

“Do you want to marry that lord?” Robb whispers in your ear, “Do you want a marry a man with selfish desires?” You could hear the pain in his voice, “Because my heart would not stand the idea of it… My heart is yours, it has been from the start, ever since your mother met mine, ever since you watched me train that day. Do you feel as I do?”

“I do.” You shakily answer him. You wrap your arms around his neck to pull him close and then you feel his lips on yours.

As your eyes shut and kiss him, you can feel yourself crying. You don’t know but he sees it, he does his best to keep you distracted and focused on him.

But you seem to have other ideas…

Once you manage to calm down and enjoy the kiss for a few more minutes, taking a couple of seconds to catch your breath before returning… Your hands move down his body and you slowly begin to kneel, planting kisses down his chest.

Robb chuckles, “Come back up, I wanna-” A sudden moan leaves his mouth when he feels your mouth wrap around his hard cock.

He throws his head back and allows himself to moan loudly. He was confined in the cave, just with you and no one else to see or hear. He closes his eyes and his hand comes to your head to move faster.

“F-Fuck!” His voice cracks as he curses, “H-How are you so-” He grunts and hisses, watching you close as you get him off.

Moments later, Robb is lying on the warm stone ground with you by his side… His fingers graze over your skin as he listens to the water pouring, feeling the warmth coming from the hot spring beside them.

Robb looks down at you with a grin, “How did you know to do that?” He questions you with an eyebrow raised.

You shrug, “I didn't learn it from anyone, I just wanted to. You looked like you enjoyed it.” You drag your nails over his chest.

“Surely there must’ve been a man you practice with.” Robb sits up, he’s genuinely curious but still playful, “Was it Theon? Or Jon?”

You swat at his leg and he snickers in response, “I swear, Robb. There wasn’t any other man.”

“So you are a maiden or were.” Robb stands and grabs your hand to help you up, “Join me, would you?” You didn’t need to say anything, he could see the answer in your eyes.

He leads you into the hot spring, feeling the warm water make contact with your skin. You wrap your arms around his waist and lay your head on his chest.

“They may be looking for us.” You tell him, unsure what to do now as you are held in his arms.

“I know.” Robb huffs as he rubs your back, “But let’s stay for a little longer…. I don’t wish to leave.” He holds you even tighter and places a kiss on the top of your head, “I do not wish to lose you once this is all over.”

“I… I’m sure I can convince my parents somehow. My mother could easily be swayed, but my father-”

“I’ll deal with him.” Robb interrupts you, “I’ll talk to my mother about it. There’s no way I cannot lose you to that man.”

Robb then moves to cup your face, swiping his thumb over his cheek, “Let’s not leave for a little longer.” He pulls you into another kiss, adjusting you comfortably on his lap.

You shudder and shiver, feeling his cock enter once more, “Don’t let me go.” You say to him, your hands hold grab his shoulders, keeping yourself up.

Once he was sheathed inside of you, Robb finally answers, “There’s no way I’ll let you go. Even if they try to pry my dead body off you, I’ll never let you go.”

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tinfairies · 1 year

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PLEASE! reactions to sandor, theon, jorah, jon, tyrion, sansa and missandei for praising them during sex?

I just did the men for this one, my character limit is 4 but I couldn't choose so I did all of them

Sandor buries his face into the crook of his lovers neck. His face flushing at their words, his hips don't slow however. He opts to kiss at their delicate skin, trying to ignore the praise. It's not as though he doesn't like it, he just feels as though he doesn't deserve it. The praise keeps coming however, his lover keeps mumbling how good he feels and how amazing he is.

He sits up, bringing his lover with him. Sandor holds them close, their chests pressed together, then his lips find theirs. A desperate attempt to silence them as he keeps thrusting, bouncing them on his cock. Their arms wrap around him, as well as their legs. Clinging to him as he fucks them mercilessly. They make a note to praise him like that more often if this is how he'll react.

Theon is cocky about it, smirks and thrusts into his lover even harder. "You like that huh?" his hands wander and he gropes at every part of their body. Even if he doesn't fully believe that he's the best man out there, he makes his lover moan and squirm and cum. That's all that matters to him. Theon makes sure they'll remember him even if they leave him, he's the best cock they'll ever have.

His fingers pinch at his lovers nipples, he loves the way they squeal at the sensation. His cock plows into them, the wet sound of their slick and his hot precum is downright selacious. He wants to hear more about how good he feels, how hot he is. If he had it his way, he'd never leave his lovers bed.

Jorah can't help but get flustered when he hears the praise. His heart climbs up his throat as his lover moans and tells him how amazing he's doing. He leans down, his head resting against their chest. His thrusts don't slow down, in fact he angles his hips to go deeper. He opts to kiss their soft skin and hide his face from them. Jorah knows he shouldn't feel embarrassed, but how can someone so perfect love someone like him?

His hands roam their body, tracing down their sides and groping their hips. Pulling them against him and losing himself in their love. He believes that if he doesn't acknowledge the praise, he doesn't have to accept it. He can't accept it, not a man like him.

Jon doesn't register his lovers words at first. He's so lost in them, wanting to make them feel as good as possible. When they repeat themselves, it hits him. He can't help but pick up his pace, he wants to hear it again. His hips angling in such a way that his cock goes deeper than before. Again and again his lover praises him, calling him a good boy and moaning that he feels heavenly.

He doesn't believe their words, not really. But it doesn't stop Jon from drinking them down like a deserted man. He knows that outside of this bed he isn't good, though he tries. No, the only place he's truly good and thoroughly skilled is right here between his lovers legs.

Tyrion lives for praise, craves it and works hard for it. He knows he's good in bed, downright godly even. The words of his lover fuel his ego, he'd laugh and smile, asking if they want him to fuck them stupid. He loves to hear how good he's doing, how good his cock feels up inside them. He's thrusting his hips into theirs, hands roaming, he wants to hear more. Tyrion will keep going long after he and his lover cum, he doesn't want them to stop praising him.

He knows that when he pulls out, and they get cleaned up, that the praise ends. He doesn't want it to, perhaps that's why most of his free time is spent in brothels. Either way, he'll revel in his lovers words for as long as they can last.

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hd-junglebook · 2 months

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From Beyond The Wall

Part 1

The wind begins to howl mournfully, swirling snowflakes dancing in the air like lost spirits. The mountain remained still as night began to fall, leaving the brothers of the nights watch in the darkness of the north.

The fire crackles weakly, struggling against the encroaching cold, casting long shadows that flicker and dance across the frozen ground.

"Can you feel it, Jon?" one brother mutters, his teeth chattering as he huddles closer to the feeble warmth.

"A storm's coming. I can smell it in the air." Jon, his cloak pulled tight around him, nods solemnly. "Aye, a blizzard's upon us. We'll need to find better shelter if we're to survive the night."

In the cover of darkness beyond the glow of the fire, Y/n and her group lurk like shadows, their breath forming wisps of vapor in the frigid air. Ygritte, her fiery hair barely visible in the dim light, leans in close to Y/n, her voice barely above a whisper.

"We strike now, while they're weak and unprepared," she says, her blue eyes gleaming with determination. "We'll catch them by surprise, before the blizzard engulfs us all."

Y/n nods, her fingers tightening around the reins of her white horse, its breath steaming in the cold night air. "Agreed. Move on my signal.”

Y/n continue to watch in silence, glancing between the brothers and the free folk. She nodded to Ygritte, grasping her bow from the leather pouch. Y/n and her group emerge from the darkness, the crunch of snow beneath their boots muffled by the howling wind.

The brothers of the Night's Watch startle at the sudden onslaught, scrambling for their weapons as Y/n's group descends upon them like a winter storm unleashed.

"Take no prisoners!" Ygritte's voice rings out above the chaos, her bow singing as she looses arrow after arrow into the heart of the fray. the blizzard finally descends in full force, swallowing the scene in a swirling white blanket of snow and ice.

After a few minutes of the bloody onslaught Jon realizes his efforts were pointless as he is now surrounded.

Confused and heaving out heavy breaths he looks around to grasp his situation. He pauses mid turn at the sight of Y/n dismounting her horse gracefully, still holding her bow.

“Hold.” she raises her hand, signaling for them to hold their fire. The clash of swords and the cries of men fade into the background as Jon's gaze meets hers, his eyes locked on her figure clad in a fur cloak and a dress as white as the snow.

She approaches Jon with purpose, her footsteps leaving shallow imprints in the fresh snow. The wind tugs at her cloak, sending strands of hair swirling around her face like tendrils of shadow.

“Who are you?” he mumbles out, trying to find the words. He raises his hands slowly, his eyes flicking between Y/n and the members of her group surrounding him.

Y/n's lips curl into a confident smile as she keeps her arrow trained on Jon. "I am Y/n, Princess of the Free Folk," she declares, her voice ringing out clear despite the howling wind.

Jon's eyes widen in surprise at her proclamation, a flicker of realization dawning in his expression. He lowers his hands slowly, his gaze never leaving Y/n's face. "Princess of the Free Folk," he repeats, as if testing the words on his tongue.

Y/n nods, her grip tightening on her bow. "Indeed. And now, I command you to throw down your weapon and stand," she orders, her voice leaving no room for argument.

Jon hesitates for a moment, his gaze darting between Y/n and the looming figures of her group. But then, with a resigned sigh, he unclasps his sword belt and lets it fall to the ground with a heavy thud.

He stands tall, meeting Y/n's gaze, she studies Jon Snow intently as he stands before her, his demeanor composed despite the circumstances. "And who are you, truly?" Y/n asks, her voice softened but still firm.

Jon's gaze remains fixed on her, his expression unreadable behind the mask of snowflakes that cling to his beard. "I am Jon Snow, a brother of the Night's Watch," he replies. A laugh escapes her at the name. “Mhmm snow. You’re a Stark. Ned Starks bastard son.”

Hearing her call his name and addressing him as a Stark made his heart skip a beat. Yet he remained cautious, seeing how easily the wildings obeyed her. “I am…How did you know?” he asked, as he slowly took a step back.

“It’s not me who knows, its my brother. what business does the Night's Watch have this far beyond the Wall? Us wildings? White walkers?” He nods to both causing her to sigh.

Y/n turns to her companions, her gaze sweeping over them with authority. "Tie him up. We're bringing him home," she commands, her voice firm and resolute.

He is stunned by her order, his body freezes still where he stands. The wildlings nod in silent acknowledgment, swiftly moving to obey Y/n's orders.

They bind Jon Snow's hands tightly with rope, ensuring he poses no immediate threat as they prepare to escort him back to their camp.

Y/n's eyes then find Ygritte, who stands nearby, her bow at the ready. "Ygritte, you'll watch him from now on," Y/n instructs, her voice carrying a note of trust.

"Make sure he doesn't try anything foolish." They hand the rope to Ygritte, who accepts it with a nod of gratitude.

With a swift motion, she mounts her horse, her cloak billowing behind her like a banner of authority. As she settles into the saddle, her eyes meet Jon's, and there's a flicker of something unspoken between them, a tension that crackles in the frigid air like lightning.

"Let's go," she commands, her voice cutting through the howling wind. "We have to make it back before dawn."

Jon's heart races as he watches her, his breath catching in his throat at the sight of her. A sudden chill runs through his back, he struggles against his restraints, approaching your horse slowly. “You really won’t say anything, huh? Just going to tie me up and drag me with you.”

Y/n meets his gaze, a spark of mischief dancing in her eyes. “That’s how I like my men, Snow.” She stated with a devious grin. A cold look appears on his face immediately realizing what she meant by those words. Yet all he can do is be silent and follow behind you, keeping up as his body is pushed every which way by the pelting snow.

…

They finally reach the Wildling camp, Y/n dismounts her horse with a graceful ease and gives her horse a gentle pat on the neck, murmuring words of gratitude as she glances toward the towering big tent that serves as the heart of their encampment.

The women of the camp emerged from their makeshift shelters, their laughter and chatter filling the air as they danced with their children under the fading light of the day.

Giants lumbered about, their massive forms silhouetted against the twilight sky as they worked alongside the Free Folk, tending to the needs of the camp with quiet efficiency.

With a nod to Ygritte, who stands by Jon Snow's side with a watchful gaze, Y/n orders, "Bring the crow with you." she takes hold of Jon's arm, guiding him towards the tent alongside her.

Pushing open the flap of the tent, Y/n steps inside, the warmth of the fire within enveloping her like a comforting embrace.

Ygritte and Jon enter behind her, Y/n's gaze sweeps over the assembled group, taking in the familiar faces of her companions, as well as the curious glances directed towards their captive.

“Oh dear brother. I have a gift.” Mance, ever the troubadour, sat in a corner, his fingers strumming a haunting melody on his lute, the notes drifting through the air like whispers on the wind, weaving a tale of a Dornish woman's forbidden love.

He departs from his pregnant wife’s side. "What's this?" he asked, his gaze sweeping over Ygritte, Rattleshirt, and the newcomer with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. "A crow?"

“Ygritte found the crow, Jon Snow, the bastard of Winterfell!” she introduced. “Release him.” With a collective nod, Ygritte moves to obey, her hands deftly untying the ropes that bind Jon's wrists before pushing him forward.

Mance's piercing blue eyes fix on Jon, assessing him with a shrewd intensity. "A crow," he remarks, his voice low and measured. "What brings you so far beyond your Wall?"

Jon meets Mance's gaze with a steady stare, his jaw set with determination. "I seek answers," he replies, his voice steady despite the weight of his words. "Answers about the darkness that threatens to engulf us all."

Mance nods thoughtfully, his expression unreadable. "And what answers do you hope to find here, among the Free Folk?"

Jon's gaze flickers with resolve as he speaks. "I seek allies," he declares, his voice ringing out clear and strong. "Allies in the fight against the true enemy, the Night King and his army of the dead."

A murmur ripples through the gathered Wildlings at Jon's words, their faces reflecting a mixture of skepticism and curiosity. Mance, however, remains impassive, his gaze fixed on Jon with a calculating intensity.

"Allies," he repeats, his voice echoing in the tense silence of the tent. "The Night's Watch and the Free Folk, united against a common foe. A bold proposition, Jon Snow. But one that may yet prove to be our salvation."

…

The conversation with Mance concludes and the orders are given, Y/n watches as Ygritte leads Jon Snow and his direwolf away from the tent.

With a heavy sigh, Y/n turns away, her steps leading her back to her own tent. She sheds her fur cloak with a weary grace, allowing it to fall to the ground as she settles onto the floor, her legs crossed beneath her.

Closing her eyes, Y/n takes a deep breath, centering herself before allowing her mind to drift into the depths of warging. As her consciousness expands, she feels the pull of the nearby animals, their instincts calling out to her in the darkness.

With a gentle push, Y/n's spirit leaves her body, merging with that of a nearby fox. She feels the rush of freedom as she darts through the snow-covered landscape, her senses heightened by the wildness of her new form.

She approaches the bodies of the fallen Black Brothers, a sudden movement jolts her back to reality. The fox springs back in fear, its eyes locking with those of a figure rising from the snow.

Y/n's heart pounds in her chest as she stares into the ice-blue eyes of the reanimated corpse. The corpse lunges forward as it reaches out with cold dead hands.

With a burst of speed, the fox races southward, its breath coming in ragged gasps as it flees from the looming threat. Y/n's eyes snap open abruptly, her breath coming out raggedly as she sits up. She dons her fur cloak once more, the fabric billowing around her like a protective barrier against the biting cold.

Rushing from her tent, Y/n heads straight for Mance, her footsteps quick and purposeful in the snow. She finds him surrounded by his advisors, deep in conversation about their next move. "Mance, we need to leave now," Y/n declares, her voice urgent as she approaches him.

Mance turns to her, his brow furrowed in confusion. "We've just arrived at our camp. Surely we can afford to rest for a while."

But Y/n shakes her head adamantly, her eyes flashing with determination. "No, Mance. We can't afford to stay here any longer, thinking about Dalla" she insists, her voice unwavering.

Mance studies her for a moment, weighing her words carefully. But then, with a resigned sigh, he nods in reluctant agreement. "Very well, Y/n," he concedes, "We'll leave in a few days."

…

Y/n stood before the gathered clans, her hair blowing in the biting gusts as she surveyed the uneasy faces staring back at her.

"As you know, the white walkers arise once more from the dead," she called out, her voice carrying over the murmurs that rippled through the crowd. "As your Princess, I swear to lead you safely to the Wall."

She continued, her tone firm, "My brother has brought together the Free Folk like no one has before." Gesturing to Mance, who stood with his wife behind her, she emphasized, "But winter is coming—the harshest in memory. The dead will rise to join the White Walkers' army. They will not wait for spring!"

The truth of her words sank in among the Free Folk, glances exchanged as the severity of the situation settled upon them. Mance stepped forward, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.

"The princess speaks true," he declared, his voice carrying authority. "The Wall is our only refuge against the storm. We must begin the march at once... before it is too late."

Agreement murmured through the clans, and Y/n nodded gratefully to Mance. Drawing her furs tighter against the cold, she caught sight of Jon Snow, his gaze meeting hers for a fleeting moment before flickering away.

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In the wake of her stirring speech, preparations for the journey to the Wall began in earnest. The clans bustled with activity, packing supplies, sharpening weapons, and tending to their families in anticipation of the arduous trek ahead.

The moon hung low in the sky, casting its silvery light over the rugged landscape, and the distant howls of wolves echoed through the valleys.

It was there, in the quiet stillness of the night, that Y/n encountered her brother's pregnant wife once more. She stood alone, her silhouette outlined against the moonlit horizon, a solitary figure in the darkness.

"Are you all right?" Y/n asked softly as she turned to face her, her expression unreadable in the dim light. Y/n walked closer to where she was standing, her boots crunching on the frozen ground. "I'm fine," she replied curtly.

Y/n studied her for a moment, sensing the weight of her burden in the lines of her face and the tension in her shoulders. There was a distance between them, a chasm that seemed insurmountable.

"I wanted to thank you," Y/n said earnestly, breaking the silence that hung heavy between them. "For standing with me back there. Your support means more to me than you know."

Her gaze softened, a flicker of warmth in the depths of her eyes. "You don't have to thank me," she replied, her voice gentle. "We're in this together, whether we like it or not." There was a moment of quiet understanding between them as they stood together beneath the starlit sky.

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give me some feedback, i'd like to know if this sucks lol

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asa-writes · 4 months

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Dreams - Masterlist

They all need each other, though each in their own seperate way. Growing up and loving in times of war isn't easy at all. Especially when you have to fight for the lives of the people you thought you loved - when you have to abandon everything for the greater good, when you have to choose between sexual, familiar and romantic love.

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Warnings and General Tags under the cut.

Dividers by @cafekitsune

Chapters:

1 - Jon ¦ 2 - Robb ¦ 3 - Lucie ¦ 4 - Robb ¦ 5 - Jon ¦ 6 - Lucie ¦ 7 - Jon ¦ 8 - Robb ¦ 9 - Lucie ¦ 10 - Jon ¦ 11 - Lucie ¦ 12 - Robb ¦ 13 - Jon ¦ 14 - Lucie ¦ 15 - Jon ¦ 16 - Robb ¦ 17 - Lucie ¦ 18 - Robb ¦ 19 - Jon ¦ 20 - Lucie ¦ 21 - Robb ¦ 22 - Jon ¦ 23 - Lucie ¦ 24 - Theon ¦ 25 - Jon ¦ 26 - Lucie ¦ 27 - Theon ¦ 28 - Jon ¦ 29 - Lucie ¦ 30 - Theon ¦ 31 - Robb ¦ 32 - Jon ¦ 33 - Lucie ¦ 34 - Jon ¦ 35 - (surprise) ¦ 36 - Jon ¦ 37 - Lucie ¦

Drabbles and One-Shots:

"My Sweet" - Robb Stark x Lucie Templeton

Also available on:

Archive of our Own and Wattpad

Warnings / Tags: Canon Divergence - AU, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Misogyny, Canon-Typical Violence, Dubcon, Alcohol, Drugs, Age Difference, Religious Guilt, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, War, Forced Marriage, Arranged Marriage, Pregnancy, Character death, Child Death, Age Play, Bondage, Masochism, Edging, Derogatory Language, Infidelity, Oral Sex, Unplanned Pregnany, Breeding Kink, Masturbation, Hunting, Underage Sex (Canon-Typical)

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welldonebeca · 1 year

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Lookalike - Masterlist

Summary: When Jon Snow’s name day arrives, Theon Greyjoy hires you as a gift for him. But will you awake feelings they’ve been trying to hide from themselves? (Theon and Jon pretend you are Sansa.) Warnings: Canon divergence. Smut. Role play. Virginity Kink. Innocence Kink. Dirty talk. Prostitution.

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Chapter 1 - Theon x Reader (Coming to Tumblr on the 30th of January)

Chapter 2- Jon x Reader (Coming to Tumblr on the 6th of February)

Bonus Chapter with @cosmic-darikano

Summary: Robb finds you leaving Winterfell and has an interesting proposal.

Bonus Chapter (Coming to Tumblr on the 13th of February)

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evax3 · 1 year

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for @rainhalydia – thank you so much for writing this amazing story for me, love! ❤️

dog with a bone

The investigation on Ramsay Bolton's murder is leading nowhere for detective partners Daenerys Targaryen and Robb Stark - until an old love from Robb's past becomes the main suspect. Now, they must race against the clock to uncover a more sinister plot before loose ends are tied up and the answers disappear forever.

read here.

#jonerys #throbb #daenerys targaryen #jon snow #theon greyjoy #robb stark #jon x dany #theon x robb #murder mystery #love and crime #fluff and angst #it's just the perfect mix #fic recs #highly recommended #talented mutuals ❤️

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ladyviserra · 10 months

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Hey can you write something with Theon were they’re made to marry because like they were caught together (sorry if this doesn’t make sense English isn’t my first language)

Girl from Essos | Theon Greyjoy

Pairing: Theon Greyjoy x Female!Reader

Summary: Theon was forced to marry a girl he was caught with, only it happens to be a girl whose family is a mystery coming from Essos.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of smut, arranged marriage, bit of fluff

The young wolf, his childhood friend sent him home to do one thing. And before he made any decisions he managed to fuck things up.

With Theon's return came the ship from the far west that has been sailing around the Iron Islands for moons now.

On the ship ran a girl who caught his eye. She was just what he needed to ease his nerves before facing with his father.

The ironborn man was flattering the girl's appearance, targeting her shyness with slow manners. It didn't take long for her to giggle at every move he made closer. As he expected, he was quite soon allowed to linger his fingers all over her.

He took her right there on the beach, behind some rocks, thinking that would secure them from the others and let him do everything fast and finished. However, he perhaps got lost in her and didn't even consider the time he spend enjoying in her body. For Theon to notice it was long would probably take the darkness of the night. Instead, it took him the darkness of the shadow to figure out his plan to be a failure.

The shadow of the girl's mother.

" How dare you sin? " She pulled her off Theon, thinking what overcame her daughter to do such a thing.

" Who are you, boy? You some beggar? " She questioned him, looking him up and down with disgust while making her daughter get dressed.

" My father is Balon Greyjoy, I am his son Theon. " She wasn't thinking he spoke the truth, he didn't look like a son of a Lord, more like his servant or it may have been the sand he was covered in.

" We will see who your father is. "

As Theon said, his father was Balon Greyjoy who would pick any day to deal with this except today and on the first day of arrival.

" So you had that girl on the sand? " Balon was trying his best to be calm, he knew his son wasn't too smart, but to be this stupid and mess up before even given a task is a showing his lack of improvement through the years they last interacted.

" I did. " He hesitated but admitted. What was there to lie about when he knew?

" And I had to hear from her mother and father of your behaviour. Why did you have to choose her? " It was confusing him, why was it such a big deal? Who was she to be so cherished that even Balon Greyjoy was mad of her ruin?

Lord of Pyke saw his son's cluelessness, starting to speak again. " You don't know who she is, do you? " He shook his head at his father's seriousness.

" Her fucking father is some rich man from Essos. No one knows how did they become so wealthy but they did. And you ruined their daughter. " His own words made him choke.

" How can I apologise? " Theon didn't want to start his return home by ruining the mission, so he hoped to do something about his mistake.

" You think you can apologize? " Lord Greyjoy laughed at the thought. " Those Starks made you weak. " He spat the name of the family which took care of his son.

" You will marry her. That's how you will be forgiven. " Demanding voice answered him.

" Marry her? " He asked as if he didn't hear. " I just return. "

" And I already regret it. Don't argue with me, you messed up and now it's time you fix it. " Balon stared further away from his son, glancing at everything except at him.

" You shall marry her tomorrow, the quicker I get her father off my back, the better. " And thus Theon was dismissed with nothing but a quiet insult added to the memories of his family.

He walked out on the beach, the land of his sin and hopped to the place he made his newest mistake. Only a couple of seconds passed before he fell to his knees, and then dropped his head in sand. He smeared his face with the ground, almost as if burying himself so no one can see him.

He wanted to come back to his home and finally show his father he is a worthy son. However, no matter how much he wished to be good, the hard mind of an ironborn seemed to only lead him in bad paths.

Now he was going to marry the girl he didn’t even think much of. She was supposed to be like every else, just another lick of the spoon. But their little fun turned into a serious matter.

He took himself back into his home, regretting his lustful ways of dealing with stress and nerve wracks. At this point, he imagined going back to Robb and finishing the war he lead. His mission for which he was here had no more importance it had at the beginning, he just wanted to go back again, where no expectations were raised for him to reach.

On the day of his wedding, Theon was more out of his head, he barely reacted to anything happening around him, depressed over the chaos he caused.

His bride wasn't of a better face. It was obvious she went through a lot of screaming and crying before stepping into the marriage herself. Both of them looked at the guests with unbothered eyes, barely acknowledging the words people were telling them.

They only waited for the whole situation to calm down, so it could be forgotten and simply moved on from. Thankfully, the torture of remembering their inappropriate act lasted only when surrounded by others.

Left alone by the crowd, both exchanged sympathetic looks. Theon just then thought of how this also must have affected her even more than him. Sheepishly approaching his wife, Theon put his hands on her shoulders, noticing the redness under her eyes and the pain on her cheeks.

" I am terribly sorry for ruining you. It was my mistake for using you for my needs. " The man spoke with honesty and sincere regret.

" You didn't use me. It is my mistake as well. You did not force this upon me. " She spoke, having a hushed voice that at any moment threatened to whisper.

" I have used you, in fear of facing my father, I needed something to relax me. And there you were, pretty and… I just… " He couldn't word out the explanation. He didn't deal with much explaining throughout his life, now struggling when needing to do so.

" Seeing your father, honestly, I understand the nervousness. You ran for the escape from the fear and took the first that seemed effective. "

" That really is how I created this situation. " He half-smiled, remembering it. " What about you, what made you agree to it? "

The girl's pasture calmed, adjusting to her husband's touch. " Well, no deep reasoning there. I was just very bored with the travelling we have done. Jumping from one place to the other. I just wanted to stop somewhere and enjoy myself for a moment. "

Theon nodded peacefully. " It does seem those travels were a burden to you. As has my meeting with my father been to me. " She agreed in silence. They let themselves stare at each other without speaking, embracing no sounds while doing so.

The ironborn first broke the silence. " I believe we have been through enough in the latest time, thus we should for the best let our minds rest in sleep. " The girl followed her husband under the covers. She took his shoulder as her pillow at his request, falling into sleep as quickly as she would in the sand. While observing his wife, Theon noticed he liked to see her this calm and relaxed. It made him think that this mistake of his, isn't as bad as he believed it to be. He might even become fond of it. The positive outlook on the future made the heir to the Pyke fall asleep in the sweetest way possible. Imagining the good things that will come out of this marriage.

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godjustkys · 13 days

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what fandoms do you write for? and for those fandoms, are there any specific characters you won't write for? and is there are a limit on how many characters we can ask about per request? will we get less headcanons if we ask for more characters?

Okay, so let's get the cinematic fandoms out of the way first. Then, we'll move onto anime.

Characters that are highlighted in blue are strictly only fluff fics.

Fandoms I write for;

- Teen Wolf

- MCU

- Supernatural

- The walking dead (AMC)

- Merlin (BBC)

- Dune

- Game of Thrones

- Friends

- Maze runner

- Lord of the Rings

- The Hobbit

- Harry Potter

- Brooklyn Nine-Nine

- IT

- Diary of a wimpy kid

- Dead Poet's Society

- Shameless

- Handsome Devil

- The black phone

- Sweet home

I am open to writing for characters that are from different fandoms that I haven't listed, but it's not necessarily a guarantee that I will present a fanfic for you.

Now,

The characters I will write for;

Teen wolf:

- Stiles Stilinski;

- Scott McCall;

- Derek Hale;

- Allison Argent;

- Lydia Martin;

- Isaac Lahey;

- Jackson Whittemore;

- Peter Hale;

- Malia Tate;

- Kira Yukimura;

- Liam Dunbar;

- Theo Raeken;

- Jordan Parrish;

- Erica Reyes;

- Ethan;

- Aiden;

- Christopher Argent;

- Mason Hewitt;

- Danny;

MCU:

- Tony Stark;

- Peter Parker;

- Bruce Banners;

- Thor Odinson;

- Loki Laufeyson;

- Steve Rogers;

- Natasha Romanoff;

- Stephen Strange;

- Wanda Maximoff;

- Clint Barton;

- Bucky Barnes;

- Carol Denvers;

- Shuri;

- Sam Wilson;

- Okoye;

- Wade Wilson;

- Pietro Maximoff;

- Vision;

- Scott Lang;

- Yelena Belova;

- Peter Quill;

- Gamora;

- Nebula;

- Matt Murdock;

- Xu Shang-chi;

- Eddie Brock;

SUPERNATURAL:

- Dean Winchester;

- Sam Winchester;

- Castiel;

(my knowledge is limited, I'm so sorry.)

THE WALKING DEAD:

- Rick Grimes;

- Carl Grimes;

- Michonne;

- Negan;

- Daryl Dixon;

- Eugene;

- Rosita Espinosa;

- Maggie Greene;

- Glenn Rhee;

- Carol Peletier;

- Andrea;

- Gabriel Stokes;

MERLIN:

- Merlin.

- Arthur Pendragon;

- Morgana Pendragon;

- Guinevere;

- Lancelot;

- Mordred;

- Leon;

- Gwaine;

- Elyan;

- Percival;

- Princess Mithian;

DUNE:

- Paul Atreides;

- Chani;

- Feyd-Rautha;

- Duncan Idaho;

- Leto Atreides;

- Stilgar;

GAME OF THRONES:

- Jon Snow;

- Robb Stark;

- Ned Stark;

- Jaime Lannister;

- Catelyn Stark;

- Cersei Lannister;

- Daenerys Targaryen;

- Jorah Mormont;

- Sansa Stark;

- Arya Stark;

- Theon Greyjoy;

- Joffrey Baratheon;

- Sandor Clegane;

- Tyrion Lannister;

- Samwell Tarly;

- Margaery Tyrell;

- Tywin Lannister;

- Tormund Giantsbane;

- Brienne of Tarth;

- Ramsay Bolton;

- Tommen Baratheon;

- Jaqen H'ghar;

- Grey Worm;

FRIENDS:

- Rachel Green;

- Phoebe Buffay;

- Ross Geller;

- Chandler Bing;

- Monica Geller;

- Joey Tribbiani;

MAZE RUNNER:

- Newt;

- Minho;

- Gally;

- Aris;

- Frypan;

- Janson;

- Thomas;

LORD OF THE RINGS:

- Frodo;

- Samwise;

- Galadriel;

- Aragorn;

- Boromir;

- Faramir;

- Arwen;

- Éowyn;

- Éomer;

- Legolas;

THE HOBBIT:

- Bilbo Baggins

- Thorin Oakenshield;

- Kili;

- Fili;

- Tauriel;

- King Thranduil;

- Elrond;

HARRY POTTER:

- Harry Potter;

- Hermione Granger;

- Ron Weasley;

- Draco Malfoy;

- Severus Snape;

- James Potter;

- Sirius Black;

- Regulus Black;

- Remus Lupin;

- George Weasley;

- Fred Weasley;

- Bill Weasley;

- Luna Lovegood;

- Neville Longbottom;

- Bellatrix Lestrange;

- Cedric Diggory;

- Lucius Malfoy;

- Oliver Wood;

- Seamus Finnigan;

- Dean Thomas;

BROOKLYN NINE-NINE:

- Jake Peralta;

- Amy Santiago;

- Charles Boyle;

- Gina Linetti;

- Ray Holt;

- Rosa Diaz;

- Terry Jeffords;

IT:

- Richie Tozier;

- Eddie Kaspbrak;

- Beverly Marsh;

- Henry Bowers;

- Bill Denbrough;

- Patrick Hockstetter;

- Stanley Uris;

- Ben Hanscom;

- Mike Hanlon;

DIARY OF A WIMPY KID:

- Rodrick Heffley;

DEAD POETS SOCIETY:

- Greg Heffley;

- Neil Perry;

- Todd Anderson;

- Charlie Dalton;

- Knox Overstreet;

- Steven Meeks;

- John Keating;

SHAMELESS:

- Fiona Gallagher;

- Lip Gallagher;

- Ian Gallagher;

- Debbie Gallagher;

- Carl Gallagher;

- Liam Gallagher;

- Jimmy Lishman;

- Karen Jackson;

- Mandy Milkovich;

- Mickey Milkovich;

- Kevin Ball;

- Veronica Fisher;

- Svetlana Yevgenivna;

HANDSOME DEVIL:

- Conor Masters;

- Ned Roche;

- Dan Sherry;

THE BLACK PHONE:

- Finney Blake;

- Robin;

- Vance Hopper;

- Bruce;

- Billy;

- Griffin;

SWEET HOME:

- Cha Hyun-su;

- Lee Eun-hyuk;

- Pyeon Sang-wook;

- Jung Jae-heon;

- Seo Yi-kyung;

- Lee Eun-yu;

- Yoon Ji-su;

- Jung Ui-Myeong;

ANIME FANDOMS THAT I WRITE FOR;

- One Piece;

- Naruto;

- SK8 the infinity;

- Tokyo Revengers;

- Attack on Titan;

- Black Butler;

- One Punch Man;

- Hunter x Hunter;

- Demon Slayer;

- Jujutsu Kaisen;

- My Hero academia;

ONE PIECE:

- Monkey D. Luffy;

- Roronoa Zoro;

- Vinsmoke Sanji;

- Nico Robin;

- Nami;

- Usopp;

- Chopper;

- Franky;

- Brook;

- Shanks;

- Mihawk;

- Trafalgar Law;

- Eustass Kid;

- Rob Lucci;

NARUTO:

- Naruto Uzumaki;

- Sasuke Uchiha;

- Sakura Haruno;

- Itachi Uchiha;

- Kakashi Hatake;

- Tsunade;

- Obito Uchiha;

- Madara Uchiha;

- Hinata Hyuga;

- Shikamaru Nara;

- Ino Yamanaka;

- Rock Lee;

- Neji Hyuga;

- Gaara;

- Temari;

- Haku;

- Konan;

- Deidara;

- Sasori;

- Pain;

- Minato Namikaze;

- Kushina;

- Sai;

- Yamato;

SK8 THE INFINITY:

- Reki Kyan;

- Langa Hasegawa;

- Tadashi Kikuchi;

- Miya Chinen;

- Kaoru Sakurayashiki;

- Kojiro Nanjo;

- Ainosuke Shindo;

- Shokichi Oka;

TOKYO REVENGERS:

- Takemichi Hanagaki;

- Manjiro "Mikey" Sano;

- Izana Kurokawa;

- Haruchiyo Sanzu;

- Shinichiro Sano;

- Ken "Draken" Ryuguji;

- Naoto Tachibana;

- Chifuyu Matsuno;

- Keisuke Baji;

- Emma Sano;

- Hinata Tachibana;

- Nahoya "Smiley" Kawata;

- Souya "Angry" Kawata;

- Kazutora Hanemiya;

- Takashi Mitsuya;

- Tetta Kisaki;

- Shuji Hanma;

ATTACK ON TITAN:

- Eren Yeager;

- Mikasa Ackerman;

- Armin Arlert;

- Jean Kirstein;

- Connie Springer;

- Sasha Braus;

- Levi Ackerman;

- Hange Zoë;

- Erwin Smith;

- Annie Leonhart;

- Reiner Braun;

- Bertholdt Hoover;

- Zeke Yeager;

- Kenny Ackerman;

BLACK BUTLER:

- Sebastian Michaelis;

- Ciel Phantomhive;

- Grell Sutcliff;

- Undertaker;

- Ronald Knox;

- Alois Trancy;

- Claude Faustus;

ONE PUNCH MAN:

- Saitama;

- Genos;

- Fubuki;

- Tatsumaki;

- Kamikaze (Atomic Samurai);

- Zombieman;

- Metal Bat;

- Child Emperor;

HUNTER X HUNTER:

- Gon Freecs;

- Killua Zoldyck;

- Kurapika;

- Leorio;

- Hisoka;

- Illumi Zoldyck;

- Chrollo Lucifer;

- Feitan;

- Kalluto Zoldyck;

- Alluka Zoldyck;

- Shalnark;

- Pakunoda;

- Kite;

- Wing;

- Phinks;

- Machi;

- Nobunaga;

DEMON SLAYER:

- Tanjiro Kamado;

- Nezuko Kamado;

- Zenitsu Agatsuma;

- Inosuke Hashibira;

- Kanao Tsuyuri;

- Genya Shinazugawa;

- Giyuu Tomioka;

- Shinobu Kocho;

- Rengoku Kyojuro;

- Gyomei Himejima;

- Sanemi Shinazugawa;

- Mitsuri Kanroji;

- Iguro Obanai;

- Muichiro Tokito;

- Akaza;

- Douma;

- Muzan Kibutsuji;

JUJUTSU KAISEN:

- Itadori Yuuji;

- Megumi Fushiguro;

- Gojo Satoru;

- Geto Suguru;

- Nobara Kugisaki;

- Maki Zen'in;

- Toge Inumaki;

- Yuta Okkotsu;

- Kento Nanami;

- Aoi Todo;

- Mai Zen'in;

- Noritoshi Kamo;

MY HERO ACADEMIA:

- Izuku Midoriya;

- Katsuki Bakugou;

- Eijiro Kirishima;

- Kaminari Denki;

- Sero Hanta;

- Tenya Iida;

- Ochako Uraraka;

- Mina Ashido;

- Jirou Kyoka;

- Mashirao Ojiro;

- Shoto Todoroki;

- Momo Yaoyorozu;

- Monoma Neito;

- Shinsou Hitoshi;

- Tamaki Amajiki;

- Keigo Takami;

- All Might;

- Aizawa Shouta;

- Ken Tagaki;

- Tomura Shigaraki;

- Touya Todoroki;

- Himiko Toga;

- Mr. Compress;

- Overhaul;

Finally. I'm done. (This took almost 2 hours bro.)

No, there is no limit to the amount of characters you request (for headcanons). However, it might take longer than usual.

And no, you will not get less headcanons if there are more characters :3

#request #reqs open #fanfiction #fanfic #fandoms #movies #marvel #anime #male reader #dom male reader #top male reader

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axelsagewrites · 4 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

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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toomanystoriessolittletime · 2 years

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Drabble No. 2

Summary: “Who did this to you?” he asked, his voice as quiet as the hiss of a Viper as his eyes focused on yours. You swallowed.

Pairing: Oberyn Martell x fem. reader

Wordcount: 1.2k

Warnings: implied physical violence, anger, implied death, a little fluff

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Your only purpose in life was to get married to a Lord someone would choose for you and bear an heir.

All your life you had been taught that this was the only thing you were good for. To not say anything and just keep a smile on your face. To just be pretty and well behaved.

You got so good at it that even people who had known you all your life couldn’t read you. Or they just didn’t care enough. You couldn’t even really remember your mother or your father. Just glimpses of your mothers white hair and your fathers laugh.

You were the last remaining child of Ballon Greyjoy. Taken hostage after his rebellion by Eddard Stark together with your brother Theon who you hadn’t heard from for years.

Almost everyone you grew up with was dead, leaving you without protection in the red keep after Eddard was executed for crimes he wasn’t guilty of. Your life had changed after his death.

Tywin Lannister became a little too interested in you, and at first you thought it was because he wanted to marry you off to one of his sons.

You would have hoped it would be Tyrion, having formed a… companionship over your shared hatred for the king and his remaining family. But when his engagement to Sansa was announced he had withdrawn, leaving you alone with your thoughts and fear for your future.

It was when Tywin voiced his need for a young new wife and for another heir that your greatest fears came to life.

You had tea with Cersei almost everyday, leaving you in a constant state of fear about your future.

You did not want to marry Tywin Lannister.

You wanted to experience love and passion in your life and it was guaranteed you wouldn’t get it from the oldest Lannister.

It was on one of your daily walks to clear your head that you ran into him.

Prince Oberyn Martell.

He was like the sun in your cloudy world, giving you a warm teasing smile as he asked you what reason a gentle flower like you had to look like she was on her way to her execution.

He was the only one who could see right through your fake smile, or who cared enough to ask.

In just a week Oberyn had sneaked his way into your heart and bed, making you crave for something more. A life that had more purpose than to live in a constant state of fear.

It was then that you grew careless and let your guard down.

Something you knew you were never allowed to do, especially with Cersei around.

You were holding your wrist against your chest, silent tears running down your cheeks as you made your way through the gardens after your meeting with the queen, followed by one of Cersei’s guards and a new handmaiden who’s name you hadn’t bothered to learn.

She was only there to spy on you for the Queen, instructed to report everything you did back to her.

You were so in your thoughts you did not notice you were alone until a arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you in a corner hidden from the outside view, the guard and handmaiden gone.

“Sweet, sweet sunflower,” Oberyn hummed and you closed your eyes. There was no way of hiding from him as you tilted your head up to look at him, eyes opened, puffy and red from crying.

His smile vanished from his lips, his face masked in concern as his eyes checked over you for the source of your state. Gently he cradled your throbbing wrist in his hands, the skin already bruising.

You released a shuddering breath as you looked down. Slowly he brought your wrist up to his lips, kissing it softly. He brought one of his hands up, two fingers under your chin as he tilted your head up so you had to look at him.

His expression was still soft, yet his dark eyes had hardened and you knew that in this moment you saw the viper lingering at the edges. He carefully let go of your wrist, bringing his other hand up to gently rub away your tears and you couldn’t help but lean into his touch, searching for his comfort.

He took a deep breath, as if to calm himself.

“Who did this to you?” he asked, his voice as quiet as the hiss of a Viper as his eyes focused on yours. You swallowed.

“Cersei… She… She knows… About us…” you whispered.

“She did this to you?” he asked. And you shook your head.

His face changed only for a split second as he realised who laid a hand on you, knowing who guarded the Queen, giving in to the anger he was feeling as he worked his jaw before he whispered.

“It was him,” he rubbed his thumbs over your cheek and you nodded.

“Ser Gregor Clegane,” you whispered.

“The Mountain,” he spit and you shuddered, new tears forming in your eyes.

Oberyn closed his eyes and took a deep breath before his lips crashed down on yours, taking you by surprise. You gasped and his tongue slipped into your mouth, his hands keeping your face close to his, before he parted from your lips, resting his forehead against yours.

“You are not safe here,” he whispered.

“I never was,” you said quietly, suddenly wondering where your guard and handmaiden went, your eyes searching around.

“You are safe now, they are gone and you will be safe until I take you away from here. With me.”

“You… You what?” you asked in surprise and he kissed your nose.

“If you allow me, I would take you to Dorne. You will be safe there.”

“Oberyn… How….”

“Do you trust me?”

“With my life,” you said right away and he smiled before he kissed you again.

“Then go back to your chambers and pack what you need. I will send all my guards with you.”

You frowned.

“Just like that?” you asked in disbelief.

“Just like that. We will set sail by sunset.”

You looked up at him to search for some answers in his eyes, but did not get any. Slowly you nodded and kissed him softly before Oberyn called for his guards, telling them to guard you with their life before you made your way back towards your chambers, but not without risking a glance over your shoulder, finding Oberyn watching you.

There were whispers throughout town as the guards sneaked you to the harbour.

Of the Mountain suddenly falling ill and dying within a couple of hours. Of Tywin Lannister’s death by his son Tyrion’s hands.

You kept your head down as you followed the guards, only allowing yourself to look up when you were walking the path onto the ship, finding Oberyn waiting for you with a satisfied smirk playing on the corner of his lips.

“Ready to begin your life?” he asked, his hand helping you up on the ship and you nodded as he brought your hand to his lips.

“What happens now?” you asked later, Kings Landing far behind you as you stood in Oberyn’s arms watching the moon reflect on the silent sea.

You felt his nose rub over the shell of your ear as his arm pulled you closer against his chest.

“Whatever you want,” he whispered softly, kissing you behind your ear.

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tinfairies · 1 year

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headcannons for theon (post ramsey) hinting you want him to propose???

Theon is a very nervous, shy and timid man after he's escaped from Ramsay.

Even years later, he still trembles when someone raises their voice, or touches him too suddenly.

Falling in love was an accident, it's not as though he doesn't want love and to give love, he's just afraid that he's too broken to be adequate.

It would be years into the relationship before he even considers marriage, for no other reason than his own self hatred.

He'll talk himself up, just to then talk himself down. He wants to ask, he really does.

Part of him is worried his beloved will laugh in his face and tell him they never loved him and this was all a cruel joke.

Theon knows this isn't true, but his trauma is the little red devil on his shoulder.

His hints are subtle, yet somehow obvious.

Gifts, flowers, he even tries cooking for his beloved. Things to show them how much he appreciates them.

He becomes more affectionate, as much as his mind and body will allow at least.

The question comes late at night. After a panic attack. He's on the floor, his beloved holding him in their arms.

He looks up at them with wet eyes, he stares as though they hung the stars and moon.

Then he asks.

"Please marry me?"

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dontbotherwiththepronunciation · 1 year

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Hey, I want to make a poll because the actual Theon fandom is interesting and I've been observing the way different people prefer interacting with the character in significantly different ways, so,

What kind of Theon fan are you?

The Kyra

Very into his more slutty, party-boy, hedonistic facet and the person he was prior to ACOK

Likes smut fics & AUs (modern or canon-setting) where Ramsay didn't happen or was much less impactful

Mostly interested in exploring (relation)ships to Starks and co. (Tully, Snow, Mallister, etc.)

The Jeyne Poole

Extremely apologetic. He has never done anything wrong in his life ever and the more you think about fandom's treatment of his "viler" acts, the more upset you get

You relate sad girl music (Mitski, Aurora, Lana del Rey, etc.) to him

Tooth-rotting post-ramsay (reunion) fluff is your go-to genre when searching for Theon-fanfic. Optimism might turn into delusion

The Asha Greyjoy

Enjoys canon-divergent AUs that get to explore the Greyjoy family dynamics and Ironborn heritage

Actually cares about political/magical/religious plot instead of just feelings, psychology and relationships

Not extremely into shipping, but probably a rarepair enjoyer who tries every dish on the table

The Barbrey Dustin

Your cringe at him started as contempt but then you realized it was actually projection

Mostly interested in the person he is during ADWD and the person he could possibly become during TWOW & ADOS

Likes gap-fillers, gen-fics or horror more than ships or AUs. Believes in some sort of thramsay

If you want to give me any more info (show vs. book-watcher, OTPS, NOTPS, opinions on implied rape/castration, whatever personal stuff you feel comfortable revealing) I'd love to read it on comments or tags or dms.

#theon greyjoy

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knight-of-flowerss · 8 months

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welldonebeca · 2 years

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The Things We Do For Love (I)

Summary: There is nothing Theon wouldn’t do to make Sansa happy. Bringing the only other man she had ever loved into their marriage isn't the most absurd thing he would do for her. It starts with just producing an heir, but this time, duty might lose its battle to love. WC: 2.5k words Warnings: Light angst. Fluff. Post-canon. Canon divergent.

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Theon watched with his breath suspended as the gate opened in front of him, revealing the entrance to Castleblack.

It was cold - not the coldest weather he had ever seen, but still cold.

Surprisingly, he wasn't used to it. Pain, sure... he could live with it. But not cold.

Ever since his closeness to death, with the Night King, he always felt like he would never get warm again, and hated every second of it. The only time he ever felt good was in the arms of his Queen.

And he was here for her.

The wall, a place that used to hold criminals, bastards and the worst men to walk the Earth, was now gone. Castleback and the buildings that once housed the watch were full of families, women and children.

When Sansa chose him to be her husband, he wanted to refuse. He did refuse, time and time again. Theon wasn't worthy, he could never be. She was beautiful, strong, and a true goddess. And he was nothing but a survivor.

People called him a hero, Asha said it would be tactical to join their Kingdoms, and he loved Sansa. He married her because he loved her. His wife was the woman he loved the most in the world.

She gave him her name, made him a Stark as he had always dreamed, but he didn't feel worthy of her. He wasn't the man Lord Stark would have wanted for his beautiful daughter. Ned Stark would never have let a castrated man, full of fears, be with his oldest daughter.

Sansa deserved the best in the world, to have everything she dreamed of.

She deserved a family. Children to carry and raise, to love and hold dearly to her heart.

Everything he couldn't give her.

A wilding man walked to his horse and looked at him with hard eyes.

"What is your business?"

He willed himself to speak like the prince - she wanted him to be a King, but he couldn't - he was supposed to be.

"I need to speak with King Snow," he declared.

He almost wanted to laugh. Jon Snow, the little bastard boy he had grown around, the only one under him in their hierarchy, was now a King. Years ago, if someone had told him Jon Snow was who he was - the son of Rhaegar Targaryen, the one who was supposed to be King of the Seven Kingdoms - and turned everything down to be king of the Wildlings, he would have spit in their face that that bastard was no king.

He was guided to Jon, and tried hard not to hide from the cold as the hunting party broke apart, and he left his men to go to him.

"Hello, Theon," he spoke, simply.

"Hello," he tried to keep his voice steady.

Jon looked different. Younger than the lady time he had seen him, somehow, with his hair grown into something almost like a mane, not hiding it with a bun anymore.

He looked like a king, even including the weight of the world on his shoulders.

"Is Sansa here?" he asked.

Theon shook his head.

"She is not," he told him. "I'm alone."

Jon's face changed in concern.

"Alone?" he asked. "No party."

"A few men a few miles back," he assured him. Sansa had insisted. "I needed privacy. To speak to you as a friend."

He nodded slowly.

"You are my brother," Jon affirmed simply. "We grew up together."

"I know," Theon affirmed. "That's why I'm here."

Jon seemed more confused, and he cleared his throat.

"Maybe we can talk while hunting," he offered. He hadn't gone in a hint in years. "I'm still the best sharpshooter in the Seven Kingdoms."

His friend snorted.

"I'm glad the years didn't hurt your ego," he declared. "Let me find you something warmer, and we can go."

He wanted to say no, but Jon just walked away, grabbing extra furs to wrap around him.

"Is that how you treat all the ladies?" he asked jokingly.

Jon scoffed, walking away, not waiting for Theon to follow him - just like he did when they were young - and only turned to check if he was following him when they reached the spot where he had a bow and arrows.

"Test this one," he told him and grabbed an arrow. "Just don't shoot anyone."

He chuckled, weighing it and simply shrugged.

"Not ironborn material, but it will do," he decided.

Jon just nodded, and the other men quickly welcomed him before the group left.

The snow started to faintly fall as they did, and as he felt it on his face, Theon could remember the day he was standing on the wall of Winterfell with Sansa, with her fingers clenching his and their lives on the line. At the moment, he felt that jumping would be the end of their lives - on their own terms - and he was ready for it. And so was she.

When she kissed him before they fell, he thought it was to give him a sweet memory to cling to when death swallowed them.

When she kissed him again, after he said he wasn't coming with her to Castleblack, he believed it was to show her gratitude, like the princesses in the songs always did to their knights.

But then, she kissed him again when he returned to fight for them, in front of everyone - of the Dragon Queen and her people, of the Northern Lords - and held him close, as if he was a lover she had been eager to welcome back home.

And she kissed him again after he awoke from his brush with death.

Just then, he realised there was more to it. It wasn't gratitude or a way of survival.

He realised it was love.

Love that no one ever understood, not the North, not Asha and not Jon Snow.

Even when he treated him well, he could see it in his eyes.

The same hatred he had shown on their wedding day, when he thought no one was looking, of how Sansa had fallen for Theon, of all men.

He wanted to believe it was only the sins he had committed that weighted his opinion of their union, but he knew there was something more there. The same feeling Theon had grown up with, the same desire, except that Jon couldn't voice it, even to himself. What man would admit to himself to wanting his own sister?

Now, she was his cousin.

"You can ask me about her, you know?" he spoke aloud, though not looking at Jon.

"I don't want to know," he mumbled.

Theon shook his head.

"Of course you want to know," he called him out. "You love her."

Jon turned to him so quickly Theon thought he could hurt his neck, but he didn't give him any space to interrupt him. A childhood with Jon Snow made him an expert at pushing his buttons, especially when they were so obvious.

"And she loves you," he spat. "More than you even think she does. She misses you every day, and sends you letters every week. When was the last time you even wrote to her?"

He clenched his jaw, bothered.

"I write to her," he declared, and his eyes fell on some movement in front of them. "It's just hard with the free folk, I have to help them settle in and get used to their new life."

Theon scoffed.

"Why not take her help, then?" he asked.

"Sansa might be the smartest person alive when it comes to the Seven Kingdoms, but she knows nothing about the Free Folk," he reminded him.

Theon ignored him, aiming at the rabbit just as it jumped, and Jon gasped, startled.

He chuckled, amused at his surprise, but sighed, annoyed with his damn stubbornness, something that apparently was carried in the Stark blood.

"Sansa is the reason why you were able to unite the Free Folk in the first place, the reason why we have Winterfell," he reminded him, standing in front of him and dropping his bow while someone rushed to get the rabbit. "She is the reason I'm not a disgusting bastard's pet, and you aren't in a cross, flayed alive."

Jon watched his face for a moment, scowling.

"What do you want, Greyjoy?" he asked, at last. "Why did you come after me?"

Theon grabbed another arrow, unable to say it while looking at his face.

"We need heirs and the three of us are some of the few who know I can't give it to her," he declared, keeping his eye open and following what seemed to be a stag.

"Sansa says she doesn't care," he nearly whispered. "But I know she wants children, that she wants a family."

Jon inhaled sharply.

"I'm sure there are men loyal enough to help," he spoke between teeth.

It was obvious from his tone that he was forcing himself into saying it.

"We tried," he confessed. "We stop everything before they can figure out why she needed them. Sansa... can't stop thinking about her wedding night anytime they even walk into our quarters."

Theon remembered every single time they tried to have the conversation, how he always had to come up with a reason on the spot after Sansa escaped into her room, bursting into tears. How they had to cover the invitations with requests or gifts 'for their loyalty’.

"They all judge her, Jon," he shot his arrow. "Her scarred body, her nightmares..."

He turned to him.

"I won't let her be humiliated for marrying a man who can give her children," he affirmed. "I won't let them think she is barren because of me."

Jon's nose flared up as he seemed to realise what he was asking of him.

"Have you gone mad?" he asked, looking confused and angry. "What are you suggesting?"

Theon clenched his hands in a fist.

"It doesn't matter if you don't the same way, but think of her," he pleaded. "Just give this to her. A child. A family. It's what she deserves after everything she has gone through, after all the years of suffering we both know she had to endure."

He watched as his jaw shifted.

"I know well enough what she has gone through," he grunted.

Theon just stared at him, trying to will the memories back into where he had hidden them, where he wouldn't have to remember.

"Not unless you have seen it, you don't," he remarked. "Not enough."

He would never forget her eyes staring at him, the way she cried and pleaded for his help before letting the pain numb her when he didn't.

There was a long moment of silence before any of them said anything.

"Sansa can't want me."

Theon scoffed.

"Stop being stupid for a moment, will you?" he threw him an angry look. "She loves you. She loved you when you reunited and she still loved you when you bedded the Dragon Queen."

"What are you talking about?"

Theon understood it quite well, how people can just feel love for more than one person at once - he had felt it himself at some point in his life, in a very distant time. Jon was the only man aside from Theon she could ever want.

"She told it to me herself," he remarked.

It was his fault that he had cornered herself into saying it, that Jon was the only other man she could trust in her bed - a man she always thought she could never have. And he accepted it.

Theon would kill or die for Sansa. In any other situation, if he was any other man, he would have reacted differently.

But this wasn't any other situation, and he wasn't a different man.

He loved her, and he wanted her happy. If that meant begging another man to bed her and give her children, then so be it.

He already wasn't fit to be her husband. What kind of man would he be to deny her this?

"Love and want are different," he argued.

"Not to her," Theon interrupted him. "Not when it comes to you or to me."

Then watched the stag trying to race out of their sights, but took a quick shot, making it fall, and earning cheers from the wildlings.

The Free people moved to collect the large animal, and Jon looked at him.

"Is that even what she wants?" he asked. "What if the children are found out?"

Theon scoffed. The people of the North would have loved the children even more if they found out they were Jon's and not his.

"And what would they say? Oh, this boy looks too much like Eddard Stark. This girl looks too much like Arya!" he mocked.

Jon rolled his eyes, and Theon scoffed.

"It won't happen," he promised. "Any child that comes from Sansa is my child, and princes and princesses anyway. She is the Queen."

He could see the envy on Jon's face as he watched him.

"Your child," he mumbled. "Not mine."

Theon couldn't help but wonder what hurt more: not being able to give children to the woman you loved, or not being able to claim the children you gave her as his own.

Both positions felt terrible.

"We are not doing this for us, now," he remarked. "We do it for her."

Jon was the one man Theon knew loved Sansa was much as he did. The only one he trusted, too.

It didn't matter how much it hurt him to do this, he would never let her know.

Sansa would never allow him to ask such a thing to Jon if she knew how much it hurt him, and would never accept to lay with Jon if she knew the consequences would hurt him too. For one, they would be putting her above themselves, and her happiness above everything.

"She deserves this," Jon whispered.

"No one can know of my presence," Jon looked away. "So they can't trace the children back to my visits."

Theon nodded, confirming.

It would hurt Sansa's honour if they ever doubted her faithfulness to their marriage.

"I'll leave at dawn, I'll set things up until then," he continued. "Meet me in the woods the night you arrive with your men."

He nodded along. It was best that his men didn't see Jon with him.

"We can sneak you in through the crypts. Brienne will lead you into our room."

Silence fell between them, and Jon smirked.

"Do you wonder what Robb would think of this plan?" he asked. "Of his brothers going to impregnate his sister?"

Theon couldn't keep himself from laughing.

"We would both be dead before we hit the floor." he laughed.

Jon busted in a loud laugh and then turned to him with a smile on his lips that slowly turned sad.

"Can we... you..." he interrupted himself. "Name it after him? The boy."

Theon smiled a little bit. He didn't even need to suggest it.

"Sansa was going to do it without even asking us," he assured him. "Don't worry."

There was an unsaid knowledge between them, one that Theon couldn't ring himself to touch on.

That there would be others. Other nights, and other children.

As many children as she desired.

Theon watched with his breath suspended as the gate opened in front of him, revealing the entrance to Castleblack.

It was cold - not the coldest weather he had ever seen, but still cold.

Surprisingly, he wasn't used to it. Pain, sure... he could live with it. But not cold.

Ever since his closeness to death, with the Night King, he always felt like he would never get warm again, and hated every second of it. The only time he ever felt good was in the arms of his Queen.

And he was here for her.

People called him a hero, Asha said it would be tactical to join their Kingdoms, and he loved Sansa. He married her because he loved her. His wife was the woman he loved the most in the world.

Sansa deserved the best in the world, to have everything she dreamed of.

She deserved a family. Children to carry and raise, to love and hold dearly to her heart.

Everything he couldn't give her.

A wilding man walked to his horse and looked at him with hard eyes.

"What is your business?"

He willed himself to speak like the prince - she wanted him to be a King, but he couldn't - he was supposed to be.

"I need to speak with King Snow," he declared.

He was guided to Jon, and tried hard not to hide from the cold as the hunting party broke apart, and he left his men to go to him.

"Hello, Theon," he spoke, simply.

"Hello," he tried to keep his voice steady.

Jon looked different. Younger than the lady time he had seen him, somehow, with his hair grown into something almost like a mane, not hiding it with a bun anymore.

He looked like a king, even including the weight of the world on his shoulders.

"Is Sansa here?" he asked.

Theon shook his head.

"She is not," he told him. "I'm alone."

Jon's face changed in concern.

"Alone?" he asked. "No party."

"A few men a few miles back," he assured him. Sansa had insisted. "I needed privacy. To speak to you as a friend."

He nodded slowly.

"You are my brother," Jon affirmed simply. "We grew up together."

"I know," Theon affirmed. "That's why I'm here."

Jon seemed more confused, and he cleared his throat.

"Maybe we can talk while hunting," he offered. He hadn't gone in a hint in years. "I'm still the best sharpshooter in the Seven Kingdoms."

His friend snorted.

"I'm glad the years didn't hurt your ego," he declared. "Let me find you something warmer, and we can go."

He wanted to say no, but Jon just walked away, grabbing extra furs to wrap around him.

"Is that how you treat all the ladies?" he asked jokingly.

"Test this one," he told him and grabbed an arrow. "Just don't shoot anyone."

He chuckled, weighing it and simply shrugged.

"Not ironborn material, but it will do," he decided.

Jon just nodded, and the other men quickly welcomed him before the group left.

When she kissed him before they fell, he thought it was to give him a sweet memory to cling to when death swallowed them.

When she kissed him again, after he said he wasn't coming with her to Castleblack, he believed it was to show her gratitude, like the princesses in the songs always did to their knights.

And she kissed him again after he awoke from his brush with death.

Just then, he realised there was more to it. It wasn't gratitude or a way of survival.

He realised it was love.

Love that no one ever understood, not the North, not Asha and not Jon Snow.

Even when he treated him well, he could see it in his eyes.

The same hatred he had shown on their wedding day, when he thought no one was looking, of how Sansa had fallen for Theon, of all men.

Now, she was his cousin.

"You can ask me about her, you know?" he spoke aloud, though not looking at Jon.

"I don't want to know," he mumbled.

Theon shook his head.

"Of course you want to know," he called him out. "You love her."

"And she loves you," he spat. "More than you even think she does. She misses you every day, and sends you letters every week. When was the last time you even wrote to her?"

He clenched his jaw, bothered.

"I write to her," he declared, and his eyes fell on some movement in front of them. "It's just hard with the free folk, I have to help them settle in and get used to their new life."

Theon scoffed.

"Why not take her help, then?" he asked.

"Sansa might be the smartest person alive when it comes to the Seven Kingdoms, but she knows nothing about the Free Folk," he reminded him.

Theon ignored him, aiming at the rabbit just as it jumped, and Jon gasped, startled.

He chuckled, amused at his surprise, but sighed, annoyed with his damn stubbornness, something that apparently was carried in the Stark blood.

Jon watched his face for a moment, scowling.

"What do you want, Greyjoy?" he asked, at last. "Why did you come after me?"

Theon grabbed another arrow, unable to say it while looking at his face.

"We need heirs and the three of us are some of the few who know I can't give it to her," he declared, keeping his eye open and following what seemed to be a stag.

"Sansa says she doesn't care," he nearly whispered. "But I know she wants children, that she wants a family."

Jon inhaled sharply.

"I'm sure there are men loyal enough to help," he spoke between teeth.

It was obvious from his tone that he was forcing himself into saying it.

"We tried," he confessed. "We stop everything before they can figure out why she needed them. Sansa... can't stop thinking about her wedding night anytime they even walk into our quarters."

"They all judge her, Jon," he shot his arrow. "Her scarred body, her nightmares..."

He turned to him.

"I won't let her be humiliated for marrying a man who can give her children," he affirmed. "I won't let them think she is barren because of me."

Jon's nose flared up as he seemed to realise what he was asking of him.

"Have you gone mad?" he asked, looking confused and angry. "What are you suggesting?"

Theon clenched his hands in a fist.

He watched as his jaw shifted.

"I know well enough what she has gone through," he grunted.

Theon just stared at him, trying to will the memories back into where he had hidden them, where he wouldn't have to remember.

"Not unless you have seen it, you don't," he remarked. "Not enough."

He would never forget her eyes staring at him, the way she cried and pleaded for his help before letting the pain numb her when he didn't.

There was a long moment of silence before any of them said anything.

"Sansa can't want me."

Theon scoffed.

"Stop being stupid for a moment, will you?" he threw him an angry look. "She loves you. She loved you when you reunited and she still loved you when you bedded the Dragon Queen."

"What are you talking about?"

"She told it to me herself," he remarked.

It was his fault that he had cornered herself into saying it, that Jon was the only other man she could trust in her bed - a man she always thought she could never have. And he accepted it.

Theon would kill or die for Sansa. In any other situation, if he was any other man, he would have reacted differently.

But this wasn't any other situation, and he wasn't a different man.

He loved her, and he wanted her happy. If that meant begging another man to bed her and give her children, then so be it.

He already wasn't fit to be her husband. What kind of man would he be to deny her this?

"Love and want are different," he argued.

"Not to her," Theon interrupted him. "Not when it comes to you or to me."

Then watched the stag trying to race out of their sights, but took a quick shot, making it fall, and earning cheers from the wildlings.

The Free people moved to collect the large animal, and Jon looked at him.

"Is that even what she wants?" he asked. "What if the children are found out?"

Theon scoffed. The people of the North would have loved the children even more if they found out they were Jon's and not his.

"And what would they say? Oh, this boy looks too much like Eddard Stark. This girl looks too much like Arya!" he mocked.

Jon rolled his eyes, and Theon scoffed.

"It won't happen," he promised. "Any child that comes from Sansa is my child, and princes and princesses anyway. She is the Queen."

He could see the envy on Jon's face as he watched him.

"Your child," he mumbled. "Not mine."

Theon couldn't help but wonder what hurt more: not being able to give children to the woman you loved, or not being able to claim the children you gave her as his own.

Both positions felt terrible.

"We are not doing this for us, now," he remarked. "We do it for her."

Jon was the one man Theon knew loved Sansa was much as he did. The only one he trusted, too.

It didn't matter how much it hurt him to do this, he would never let her know.

"She deserves this," Jon whispered.

"No one can know of my presence," Jon looked away. "So they can't trace the children back to my visits."

Theon nodded, confirming.

It would hurt Sansa's honour if they ever doubted her faithfulness to their marriage.

"I'll leave at dawn, I'll set things up until then," he continued. "Meet me in the woods the night you arrive with your men."

He nodded along. It was best that his men didn't see Jon with him.

"We can sneak you in through the crypts. Brienne will lead you into our room."

Silence fell between them, and Jon smirked.

"Do you wonder what Robb would think of this plan?" he asked. "Of his brothers going to impregnate his sister?"

Theon couldn't keep himself from laughing.

"We would both be dead before we hit the floor." he laughed.

Jon busted in a loud laugh and then turned to him with a smile on his lips that slowly turned sad.

"Can we... you..." he interrupted himself. "Name it after him? The boy."

Theon smiled a little bit. He didn't even need to suggest it.

"Sansa was going to do it without even asking us," he assured him. "Don't worry."

There was an unsaid knowledge between them, one that Theon couldn't ring himself to touch on.

That there would be others. Other nights, and other children.

As many children as she desired.

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