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to think that rhaenyra would have definitely been okay with luke coming home without delivering his message to borros baratheon if she knew aemond was already there :( but luke loves his mom and just wanted to make her happy, so he chose to be brave :( it’s sad bitch hours

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rhaewin being soft with their boys

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Harwin "breakbones" Strong going in, knocking heads, picking Rhaenyra up and flinging her over his shoulder to carry her to safety was hot, I said what I said. A worthy baby daddy

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Jacaerys Velaryon being the pride and truest son of 2/3 of his dads

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And yet today, you publicly assaulted a Knight of the Kingsguard in the… in the defense of your…

You have your honor and I have mine.

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FAQ Fics: Soulmates

Before I Knew You by Darkrivertempest - T, one-shot - As the story goes, everyone knows that Hermione is supposed to end up with Ron, right? With a little help from above, Draco and Hermione will prove them wrong. 

With you in my Arms By: 4SnowWolf - M, 98 chapters, - One night was all it took… for their lives to change in most unexpected ways, for them to have to face their past and for love to find a way. 

Bound by: goldhorse - M, 58 chapters - When your worst enemy becomes the key to your survival, how do you cope? AFFO,Angst,BDSM,B-Mod,M/F,Oral, Tort, Violence,COMPLETE 

Charmed to You by CJRed - M, 36 chapters - Hermione comes up with a charm that allows for ‘bonded soul’ matches, something that has been unheard of for generations. The charm changes the marriage game, but what will Hermione do when her own magic matches her with none other than Draco Malfoy? Disregards Epilogue. Fluff and Lemons. Unique pairings. Complete. 

Immortal Punishment By: lezonne - M, 28 chapters - Reincarnation is never an easy topic to grasp onto, and making Hermione understand his predicement is more than Draco can handle. But what exactly is his “immortal punishment”, and how does it tie in with her? Rated for violent scenes/references, minor sex scenes, language and abuse. WARNINGS: Snape bashing and past lives. 

The Endless In Between By: DarkRiverTempest - M, one-shot - No matter his name or hers, no matter what forms they take or what identities they bear, Draco and Hermione are destined to meet

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an eye for an eye, a child for a child

Aemond Targaryen x fem reader

Summary: Lost to her rage and grief at the loss of her beloved Lucerys Rhaenyra orders the capture of Aemond's pregnant lady wife. Only to find that maybe the two women could come to understand each other more than she thought possible.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: idk characters and their shitty canon behaviour, birth

A/N: Blood and Cheese didn't kill Jahaerys and Rhaenyra was close with Helaena. First Aemond request baby! keep em coming. This turned into a somewhat of a feminist rant lol

Although the circumstances of your occupation on the island weren't pleasant, you could still admit to yourself that Dragonstone held a beauty you readily admired. Your husband had always described the place as incredibly droll and dreary which you could easily see. But truthfully you found it peaceful, beautiful in a way King's Landing could never be. Even if you were confined to your room with Rhaenyra your only point of contact.

Hopelessly alone, terrified of what the blacks had planned for you, you wondered if what you felt was even a fraction of Lucerys's terror when he had been forced to flee from your husband. Tears burned in the corners of your eyes as one of your hands came to rest upon your protruding belly. Lucerys had been a child, and as a soon-to-be mother yourself a large part of you couldn't begrudge Rhaenyra for taking you in an act of revenge.

The creak indicating the opening of the door to your makeshift prison interrupted your thoughts. Turning you were met with the sight of a haggard-looking Rhaenyra. Her hands were empty, causing you to tilt your head in confusion as you watched her cross the space to sit across from you.

Immediately you noticed the darkened bruise decorating her neck, a mark you had often seen left behind on Aegon's victims as they tearfully tried to scurry out of sight. You didn't speak, waiting for Rhaenyra to start, but you knew she had noticed your sympathetic look. Surprisingly, she didn't say anything, just continued to stare at you with a faraway look in her eyes.

"I know my words will offer you no comfort, but I truly am so sorry for your recent losses. I can't even imagine..." you trailed off, wincing as a sharp glare was thrown your way.

"No you cannot" Rhaenyra's voice is filled with all the fury of a mother that has just lost two children.

"I just... I wanted you to know that through all of this, that you had someone on your side" you replied, struggling to find the correct words to truly convey your meaning.

"My side? Your husband killed my son" she yelled, fists balling so tightly you worried she would draw blood.

"He didn't want to" you hoarsely whispered, "he lost control of Vhagar. He is a boy playing at a war he cannot possibly understand. It's a weak defence and doesn't nearly justify anything but... He lost himself to his rage. A rage that we all let fester for years with no consequence. So while my words mean nothing I still wanted you to know that I am sorry, that Aemond is sorry, even if his stupid Targaryen pride will never let him admit it."

"Sorry doesn't bring back my son!" Rhaenyra's chest was shaking with rage that was waylaid into tears. Slowly you raised yourself from your seat, stepping towards the mourning woman to gently bring her into your arms. To your surprise, she didn't fight your actions, instead snaking her arms around to clutch at your back as she finally allowed herself to sob.

"I never wanted any of this" she admitted against your chest, "I had hoped to find a peaceful solution, but now I fear that will be impossible." Her voice was so small, so fragile that it took you a few seconds to reconcile it with the strong woman you had admired for so long.

"We might still be able to," you said, dropping to your knees and taking her hands in your own. "I want Aegon on the throne as much as you do. Aemond doesn't want him either, and I know you and Helaena care for each other. Hells, Aegon himself doesn't want the throne" you rambled a small spark of hope filling you suddenly.

Seeing Rhaenyra begin to pull away from you, you hurried to try and rectify your position. "He tried to run away you know? Aegon. He was going to escape to Essos but Ser Criston found him first on Otto's orders. Please, reach out to Alicent, you loved her once, that must count for something!"

"How?" is all the Queen manages to choke out at your declaration, grief still colouring her features.

"Because I know Alicent still loves you, loves you the same as you loved her in your youth." Though you loved Aemond now, you had not always done so. And as such, you had spent a great amount of time with the Dowager Queen in the early months of your marriage. While all the men in your lives seemed to be blind fools, you were not.

"It was her father that poisoned her against you. A poison that festered due to her bitterness. The men in our lives could never understand how we feel, but you can. You, Alicent, me. We've all been burdened with the task of womanhood, scorned and dismissed on the whims of men."

"Then why? Why has she been so persistent in my torment, in the torment of my sons. I have sued for peace more times than I can count only to be rebuffed at every turn" she scoffed, pulling her hands from yours as she moved to pace around the small room.

"I can't speak wholly for Alicent's reasons" you admitted, taking a deep breath. "But truthfully, I think she was jealous. She never loved your father. Her father has manipulated and trampled on her for her entire life, her children all ignored by their father. She has given her whole to duty, done what was expected of her whilst you trampled all over yours. I cannot excuse all of her actions, but try to see her point of view. Try for the woman that still loves you very much."

Rhaenyra is silent for some time, but you can see your words have had an effect. When she finally does reply it is with a question that takes you by surprise.

"And you?"

"I'm sorry, I don't quite understand the question your Grace" you frowned.

"You counted yourself amongst the women scorned at the hands of men."

"I didn't always love my husband, but Aemond demanded my hand" you admit, the truth tasting incredibly sour on your tongue. "Although I love him dearly now, he sometimes makes it very hard to. I suspect you may feel the same." One of the Queen's hands reached up to absentmindedly caress the bruised skin of her neck at your words as she simply hummed in agreement.

A sigh leaves her lips as she turned to face you once more, "Daemon wanted to have Helaena's children killed. In retaliation for Lucerys," you are left reeling at the confession, bile working its way up your throat as you collapsed back into the chair.

"I wouldn't allow it, wouldn't allow sweet Helaena to undergo that sort of pain. But Daemon was persistent, so in order to save her I chose you as the target instead."

You are prevented from replying to her admission by the sudden rush of cramps in your lower belly and back, the pain drawing a gasp and catching Rhaenyra's attention. The woman was at your side immediately, eyes widened as she watched your waters break.

"Fuck!" you screamed, hunching over as a new wave of pain assaulted your body.

"Quickly" Rhaenyra called, pulling you up and supporting your weight as she led you from the room and out into the corridor. Your pained groans were quick to catch the attention of the servants and lords alike as Rhaenyra screamed for a maester.

Daemon, who had arrived to investigate the source of all the fuss was quick to stand in your way, "this is what we wanted" he hissed to his wife, glaring at you. Both you and Daemon are then taken aback by Rhaenyra's fierce reply

"No, this is what you wanted! I am the queen, and I'll have no more of your schemes now move!" There was a power in her voice that you could only admire with a gaping mouth before you were forced on the move again.

To your great surprise Rhaenyra refused to leave your side, only slipping out once when you had begged for your husband through tears.

It was nearing the end of the night, the pain had made it impossible to continue your pacing and as you lay sweating in the birthing bed there was only one though on your mind.

"Aemond. Where is Aemond?" you choked out through cries and gritted teeth, squeezing Rhaenyra's hand as another contraction rocked your body.

"He's on his way sweetling" she promised, "Jace will be leading him back very soon." You couldn't find the strength to reply, head falling back limply against the pile of pillows as you tried to tune out the pain. According to the midwife it was still not yet time to push and you weren't sure how much longer you could hold out.

So lost in the haze of pain as Rhaenyra dabbed at your forehead you didn't notice as the chamber doors were violently thrown open, your furious husband stalking in. His feet quickly came to a stop as his good eye was met with the horrific sight of your pain.

Where you hadn't noticed the interruption Rhaenyra had, and was quick to yell at her younger brother.

"My lord!" one of the maesters interjected in abject horror, "you must wait outside-" Aemond however, was having none of his nonsense and for a second Rhaenyra feared the man's mouth had just cost him his life. Another pained groan from you was his saving grace though, and in record time Aemond was at your side, taking your hand from his sisters'.

"I'm here love, I'm here" he assured, throwing a quick glare at his sister before turning back to attend to you.

"Aemond?" you opened your exhausted eyes, desperately hoping you weren't hallucinating. A sob of relief leaving you once you realised he was really in front of you.

"My lady, you must start to push" your reunion is cut short by the midwife.

"I can't" you sobbed, shaking your head in denial.

"You must!" she insisted, even as you continued to refuse.

"Please love, you must listen to the midwife" Aemond urged, wiping your hair back from your face as he squeezed your hand. Groaning you attempted to sit up, only to immediately fall back as your muscles refused to cooperate.

"Aemond I can't" you protested once more, tears blurring your vision. It is Rhaenyra that ultimately comes to your side.

"Yes you can sweet girl. You must, your Queen demands it so." Her words managed to get a slight laugh from you as you remove your hand from your husband's to clutch at hers once more. "Aemond, sit behind her and support her weight" she demanded, and to your great shock he moved to comply with a complaint.

The hours blur together as you lay with your back against your husband's sturdy chest, Rhaenyra clutching one of your hands in her own as you screamed in pain. You are sobbing and heaving but with the support of your family, you push through. And eventually, you are rewarded with a shrill cry.

Tears of relief pour from your eyes as you demand to hold your child. You hear the hitch in your husband's breath as both of you lay eyes on your child for the first time.

"A girl" you whisper, voice choking with love. Looking back at your husband you can only watch in adoration as his eye refuses to leave your little girl's face, his arms wrapping around you to stroke at the small tuft of white hair.

A silent consensus seemed to be reached for the inhabitants of the room in that moment. The war could wait, the crown could wait. For now you would simply bask in the wonder of new life.

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ok being harwin's smol wife is on the brain like holy fuck. imagine when you do get to trusting him/ the two of you make your marriage 'official' and the size kink just L E A P S out talking about how sweet and tiny and brave you are for taking him help

No cause knowing Ryan Corr is tall and with just..how broad and big he looked as Harwin especially in his Kingsguard armor…help! Even if you weren’t a tiny/smol person, his physique and the way he carries himself makes you feel small compared to him, like he surrounds you and your space when he’s next to you in the best way

And you just know he’s strong as hell I’m gonna scream thinking about him calling you brave for taking all of him when you’ve never been so full before goodbyeeee I want that man so bad!!!

Ser Breakbones is the most gentle and passionate lover I can’t be convinced otherwise!

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Do you have any fic recs for Theonsa? I really love your fake relationship au

yes! i definitely do. i’m not sure it’ll be that different than other theonsa fic recs, but here are some of MY favorites: 

canon-verse: 

Ghosts by shyspyder

Theon had longed to see Sansa from the moment he left.

the heart, also the cemetary by cathly

The soles of her shoes click against the familiar floors. Her chin is raised high. She inhales. Exhales. Turns another corner and is still, miraculously, home.

from winter to summer to winter again by iphigenias

She holds the feeling of Theon’s hand in her own like a prayer to the Seven; strong like the Warrior, warm like the Mother. She will never hold his hand again.

Alive by twinedjupiters

Theon clings to life after the Battle of Winterfell

We Only Have Tomorrow by @bullheadedbastardblacksmith

Gendry stops abruptly next to the table, eyes widening when he notices the man. Theon meets his eyes. Gendry doesn’t know if he should sit or leave so he just stands there like a very awkward statue. Theon stares at Gendry for moment, raising his eyebrows. He still doesn’t move.

“You can sit down, I don’t bite.”

When Your Soul Embarks by @pseudonova

Theon leaves this world with the last breath of the long night, but Sansa, not quite ready to let him go, follows him down into the dark to bring him back.

An Orpheus & Eurydice AU.

alternate universe:

In (Slightly Less Than) All Honesty by lunarlychallenged

’He hadn’t seen her in a year; not since she’d moved into the city to be with her boyfriend. He’d sort of imagined calling her about a million times. After all, they were the only two to have left Winterfell thus far, and wouldn’t it be nice for them to hang out sometimes? Then he’d imagine her saying no, or accusing him of asking her out and laughing about it. He wouldn’t call, and she didn’t call, and now it had been a year, and she was calling him at three in the morning.’

in any universe by @tofeelnew

He dies from a spear to the gut first, and then later from a knife to the neck. Infection. Illness. Drowning (and oh, that was irony, wasn’t it?) and drugs and a gunshot to the head. Too many ways to die, to take a life, and he feels as though he’s experienced all of them.

But death never happens until he finds her, in every world.

cooperative escapism in unfamiliar relations by @widogasps

She’s covered in flour and chocolate when Theon Greyjoy storms through the front door of her bakery and back into her life.

(Not that he’d ever really been part of her life, honestly.

Theon was Robb’s. Theon was Jon’s. Theon was the older boy that all of Sansa’s high school friends had swooned over, with his crooked grin and his inky-black hair and that charming way he –

He was never hers.)

decide on me, decide on us by @leopoldfitz

Something’s different.

She’s different too.

Finally she answers, with the truth buried so deep she doesn’t recognize it until it leaves her lips: “I don’t want to stay here.”

Theon grins - so familiar, so much like before - and Sansa can’t help but return it.

“You wanna take a road trip?”

haunt me, baby by @trashy-greyjoy

Sansa sees ghosts. Not in like a metaphorical, super melodramatic way. She actually sees them. Dead people. The whole ‘Sixth Sense’, Patrick Swayze, kinda deal.

It started when she was nine, after she almost drowned in a duck pond. She went in normal, and came out seeing people that definitely weren’t there. But she gets used to it. She learns to live with it.

Then Theon dies.

And he won’t leave her the fuck alone.

this is the hunt (between the daylight and the deep blue sea) by akingdomofunicorns

“You will fail in your quest. But I will not stop you. Go north, then, you big fool. I will be sure to send your body back to your father when you wash up dead on my shores.”

Pirate Prince Theon Greyjoy braves the sea in search of a siren’s golden scales.

Take the Long Way Back Again by @anniebibananie [shameless self-promo, it’s actually my fave theonsa thing i’ve written]

Having sex with Theon at her brother’s funeral wasn’t the stupidest thing she had ever done, but it certainly wasn’t the smartest. Honestly, the more surprising bit is what all followed.

“Theon understood what she felt, and he seemed to spark her awake when they were together like this. There was no world around them. There were no decisions to be made or grief to be dealt with. It was only their bodies moving together in harmony—giving and getting in equal measure. They were aching for mutual satisfaction.”

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An incomplete collection of Theonsa fanfiction. Please, feel free to reblog and add more links!

Warning: Some of these fics contain smut.. lots of smut.

(click -keep reading- to continue / future fics are classified as canon divergence / modern AUs are excluded from this list.)

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soooo true king

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“Rhaenyra looks up and war is in her eyes.”

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to think that rhaenyra would have definitely been okay with luke coming home without delivering his message to borros baratheon if she knew aemond was already there :( but luke loves his mom and just wanted to make her happy, so he chose to be brave :( it’s sad bitch hours

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Harwin beating the shit out of everyone to find Rhaenyra and then throwing her over his shoulder to carry her to safety was dare I say it hot as FUCK

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ser harwin strong, what a character you are.