#alannys deserved better

[venusintheblindspots-blog]

Thinking about Theon’s mother. Imagine you marry some batshit crazy dude with even crazier brothers. That same dude starts a stupid rebellion that gets two of your sons killed and the other one taken as a hostage,leaving you with only your baby girl and very poor mental health.

[k-tries-asoiaf-rp]

@jeynespain

BETH SNOW WAS TO be an Umber. At the age of 13 , the former Lord Umber promised to legitimize her , like her brother Greatjon. His lady wife opposed it so greatly , but he held fast in his conviction. Thankfully for her , Lord Umber passed away when Beth was 16 , before she was able to be legitimized.

Jeyne looked like her , that’s what people said. The same dark hair , brown eyes , and cheek bones. She was also her mother in her spirit , willful yet kind and compassionate.

“Beth Umber.” Jeyne’s voice was barely above a whisper. Her mother was gone when she arrived to Winterfell. Perhaps it was better that Beth had died before. She would know her daughter by name , by sound , even in death Beth would call out for her Jeyne. She missed her touch. Theon was comforting , but it was not the same of Beth’s warmth.

“Your mother was Alannys Harlaw , yes?” Jeyne asked , chin resting gently atop Theon’s arm. “Is she still alive?” Jeyne found some solace in the fact that Theon’s mother may still be alive. One of them deserved to have their mother still alive , praying that their beloved child would come home safe.

BETH. The name brought unpleasant images, like a curse , of nooses and ropes , of brown hollow eyes and looks of betrayal.  

The mention of his mother was a discomfort of a different sort. Could he call her a mother , when he was not sure he would even recognise her. He had not recognised Asha , when they first met. Balon and Aeron Greyjoy had been different people as well. Who was Alannys Harlaw , save for a ghost lost in the past? 

“She is…She is quite old. It pains me to say her mind is going , too. I wasn’t older than nine last I saw her, but Asha has told me so.” They took away a boy and are spitting out the remains. “You could remain with her , if it pleased you. She might enjoy you company. Ten Towers is a peaceful place and her brother , my uncle , is known as ‘the reader’ by the Ironborn.” He paused for a second , and glanced at the snow falling softly , like kisses , settling on the furs around them , the curl of her eyelashes , the arm Jeyne leaned her chin on. He liked feeling her touch on his remaining skin. It reminded him of who he had once been. Perhaps she could still be the dreaming girl she had been with Sansa , perhaps she could still find some happiness in fake tales of heroism and romance. Theon huffed out a small laughter that steamed in the cold winter air. “The largest tower in all ten castles castle is his personal library. I trust you would never be bored in it. You could wake up every morning to the sight of the sea , we would make sure you have chambers and garbs fitting of your standing , Lady Poole.” He could get her an old wardrobe where she could bury her faith , her mummer's costumes , and fantasies for knights in shining armours , but perhaps the sounds of the sea at night could lull her to dream of mermaids. He had to believe it so , first and foremost, because he was hoping the same for himself. 

[nocheiraia]

Mujeres en ASOIAF/GOT que merecen mejores maridos/ Women in ASOIAF/GOT who deserved better husband

-Elia Nymeros Martell

-Donella Manderly

-Bethany Ryswell

-Sansa Stark

-Margaery Tyrell

-Cersei Lannister

-Alannys Harlaw

-Lysa Tully 

-Rhaella Targaryen

-Daenerys Targaryen

-Asha Greyjoy 

-Jeyne Poole

-Walda Frey 

-All the wifes of Walder Frey

*Perra Royce

*Cyrenna Swann

*Amarei Crakehall

*Alyssa Blackwood

*Sarya Whent

*Bethany Rosby

*Annara Farring

*Joyeuse Erenford

-The mayority of the Targaryen women

-The poor Victarion’wife without name

-Craster’daugthers

-Ceryse Hightower

-Alys Harroway

-Tyanna of the Tower

-Elinor Costayne

-Jeyne Westerling (Maegor’s wife, Robb is a good husband)

-Rhaena Targaryen

[partialconstellations]

Assumption based on your fic: You adore Ned and Cat, you think the Starks and Greyjoys deserve better

yes!, yes and, uh, well. Theon, YarAsha and Aeron definitely do! Alannys is a Harlaw and therefore does not count here, but she deserves the world.

The world, you hear me??

[istaricelebelasse]

@nocheiraia asked for my brutally honest opinion on:

Show! Missandei x Grey Worm

I don’t really have much of an opinion on them unfortunately, but I do think that they are very sweet together (their romantic scenes seem to be some of the very few without any uncomfortable undertones!) and definitely deserved a better ending than they got.

Ned x Cat

Beautiful. Perfect. Lovely. The books especially as we see how much Cat and Ned love each other: ‘Not my hair, Ned loves my hair.’ - need I say any more?

Book! Dagmer x Alannys

Not one I’ve ever thought of but honestly any happiness for Alannys is something I will always get behind.

[ofblackwinds]

♔  →  westeros  presents asha greyjoy,  the  lady reaper of pyke.  a  raven  sent  word  that  she  bears  the  resemblance  to  claudia kim.  the  twenty - eight year  old  female  was  audacious  &  loyal before  the  dawn  of  war,  but  have  now  become  antagonistic & deceitful.  when  songs  are  sung,  their  verses  speak  of  the snap of black and gold sails in the dead of a storm,  a sea-shanty sung to the rhythm of a whetstone on an axe’s blade  &&  a shark lurking in deadly silence near the shore waiting for its moment to strike land-bound prey.  whispers  throughout  the  seven  kingdoms  claim  that  their  allegiance  lies  with  house  greyjoy,  but  fealty  means  little  when  you  play  the  game  of  thrones.  (  aj,  twenty - one,  nzst,  she / her.  )

— wanted plots page — stats page

asha greyjoy was not the apple of her mother’s eye for long, but she never forgot how it felt to be adored by the woman she idolised. she was raised alongside her youngest brother, who quickly became alannys greyjoy’s favourite - small and sweet and sensitive, he was everything asha was not.

though her mother taught her to shoot and arrow and darn a sail, asha quickly gravitated towards her father for the love she craved from her mother. she learned to be cruel, ruthless, quick-tempered and aloof, emulating balon every way she could.

her desperation to be the child he wanted came on even stronger after the fateful rebellion that changed everything for the greyjoy family. asha was only eight when news returned to pyke that both her older brothers were dead, and her youngest was being demanded as hostage for the north.

they overlooked her - just a girl she was to them - but she would come to make them regret it. while her mother was reduced to madness, her father saw the only thing left to do was to make asha his heir. she rose to the task as she was asked, and became the son they greyjoys had lost.

foul-mouthed, iron-willed, battle-hardened, asha grew even further from the lady she was raised as with every day that passed. she lead raids, sat on her father’s council of captains, and knocked the teeth out of anyone who questioned her role as heir presumptive in the years that followed.

with the war, again came change.

her father’s prodigal, northern reared son waltzed back onto pyke with all the airs of a mainlander. asha was not impressed, seeing him as a threat to her place at her father’s side, but she should have known better than to question balon’s trust in her.

she acted as her father’s general. she obeyed every order, knelt before him as king, and conquered deepwood motte in his name. if it had not been for her little brother’s blunder at winterfell, perhaps she would have been prouder of this fact.

the role of adoring sister did not come easy to asha, but she doggedly refused to let her mother’s favourite son rot in the bowel of winterfell - the raid she led to get him was unsuccessful, but the image of the proud, ever-smiling boy she knew replace with this reek thing the bolton bastard created has haunted her ever since.

her loyalty to her father only ended the morning she carried his body to the waves with the priests as they committed him to the drowned god. as she had always wished, he named her his heir. the isles are a harsh place for a woman, and balon’s was questioned - even by her own uncles. as was the old way, a kingsmoot was called.

power fell to her at the kingsmoot, by the most slim of margins, and her slimy uncle euron crawled in defeat to king’s landing to win the kind of support, while her doubting uncle aeron was forced by tradition to accept her ascension.

and so, asha became the lady reaper of pyke. her isles are small, but she’ll die before she lets them be insignificant. independence is the future her people deserve, and if she has to fight with greenlander enemies to achieve that, so be it.

[pensbridgrton]

Cagamosis!

“cagamosis” - unhappy marriage

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Theon had warned her, but Sansa wasn’t fully prepared for how much of a disaster dinner at the Greyjoys would be.

And after the third insult in ten minutes hurled at her boyfriend, Sansa struggles to remain cool. Theon has his arm around her chair, his fingers curled into her hair and that may be the only thing keeping her grounded.

Sansa takes in a deep breath, trying to stay calm. “Theon works with children every day - that’s hard work and he does a great job with them.” His hand stills for a moment before sliding to land on her thigh. Sansa rests her hand on his as she takes a drink of water. “I’m proud of him.”

If her voice is sharp, it’s not completely her fault.

To her left, Yara clears her throat. “The fish is really good, mum,” she says across the table, where Alannys sits, hunched over her meal.

“Thank you,” says Theon’s mother, quietly, a quick glance to her husband before her gaze falls back to her daughter. “I’m happy to share the recipe with you.”

Yara scoffs. “Better you give it to Dany,” she says, glancing over to her girlfriend, blonde and beautiful and smiling softly. “She’s the better cook - ”

“At least one of you can pretend to have a cock in the relationship.” Balon throws back a shot of some brown alcoholic beverage that stinks just as much as his breath from across the table.

Sansa catches Yara’s grip tightening on her fork out of the corner of her eye and Dany stiffening. Sansa supposes Yara’s hand drifts below the table, maybe clutching at Dany’s and squeezing in comfort. 

Meanwhile, Sansa isn’t really sure if Theon’s hand on her thigh is to keep her calm or to keep him steady - maybe both. Gritting her teeth, Sansa plasters on a fake smile. “Maybe all of us ladies can get together sometime,” she says, pointedly focusing her attention on Alannys.

Alannys smiles, straightening, her gaze stronger. “I would love that.” She sends her gaze towards Yara and Dany. “Maybe all of us could get together - ”

“Are you pregnant?” interrupts Balon. He’s glaring straight at Sansa. “Does my son,” he throws out the word like poison, like it disgusts him and Sansa doesn’t know how much longer she can restrain herself, especially when Theon flinches beside her, “have something on you? There is no way a boy like him could land a gorgeous thing like you - unless you’re as much of a slut as your aunt - ”

“Enough!” Theon’s fists bang onto the table and Sansa can’t even bother to flinch at the sudden noise. Instead, she immediately rests her hand on his shoulder. Exhaling deeply, Theon looks to his mother with a tight jaw and hard eyes. “Thank you for dinner, but we’re leaving now.”

Sansa squeezes his shoulder and takes his hand instead when he stands, taking her with him. She ignores Balon completely and smiles at Yara and Dany. “We should go on a double date sometime.”

Yara doesn’t smile, eyes mirroring her brothers, but Dany sighs and nods. “Definitely.” Her lips curl upward a little, not unkind, but it’s sad and defeated.

Sansa hates it.

Just when they push in their chairs and move to leave, Balon stands too. Sansa feels Theon’s chest against her back, hands still intertwined. She closes her eyes in preparation.

“No son of my mine would just walk away - but you’re weak, always have been. Run away little boy - you’re not - ”

“You don’t deserve him.” Sansa snaps, spinning to face the man - not Theon’s father, he doesn’t deserve that title - hands quickly resting on Theon’s chest as his arms come around her. She peaks over his shoulder, glaring, anger seared into her veins. “Theon is more of a man you’ll ever being - he is a loving, kind human being and has been through more shit than you can even imagine - he is strong and incredible and you’re a piece of shit.”

Sansa doesn’t wait for Balon’s reaction. Instead, she storms out of the house, breathing heavily. She thinks Theon says something, does something - but he quickly follows her out to the front door.

Before either of them can speak, Alannys slips out the door. “Theon,” she says softly. Her gaze rests on her, though. “Sansa - I can’t apologize enough - ”

Sansa shakes her head. “No need.” Biting her lip, she debates saying anything further. Eventually… “I’m sorry if I made things worse.” The red tinge is fading, but her heart still races in her chest.

Alannys tilts her head. It’s not a smile that fits on her lips, but something mixed with resignation and admiration. “You didn’t.” She looks to Theon, and there’s no mistaking the love there. “She’s special, Theon.”

Theon looks at her. No smile, completely serious, the sun and stars in his eyes. “I know.”

“Don’t end up like me,” says Alannys and finally the sadness fully captures her face. Theon moves towards her but she shakes her head, forcing a smile. “I’ll come to visit you soon. Be happy.”

Alannys steps forward, silently placing a hand to Theon’s cheek before studying her too. She squeezes Sansa’s free hand and leaves them there without another word.

Theon turns to her, gathering her in his arms as they move closer to their car in the driveway.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispers into her hair. “I knew this was a terrible idea - ”

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” says Sansa, watching his breaths as her heart calms down. “Your - that man - ” she shakes her head, shakes away the anger rising again. Her eyes capture his - he’s sad, resigned, and Sansa holds his face. “You know you’re none of that, right? You’re Theon Greyjoy and I love you.”

His forehead rests on hers and a small smile curls on his lips. “I love you too.” The smile fades though. “What if - ”

Sansa kisses him silent. “You are nothing like him.” Her whispers coast over his lips and she wants to crawl under his skin and never let go. “You don’t treat me like he treats your mum; you’d never think less of your sister for who she loves.” Theon searches her eyes and Sansa kisses him again, lightly. “You are nothing like him and you make me happy. Our marriage will be happy.”

The glint returns to Theon’s eyes and Sansa wants to capture it forever. “We’re going to get married?”

Sansa grins. “Eventually, yes. I’m not letting you go.” 

His arms tighten around her, his lips lingering at her temple and she can feel his smirk. “That’s my line.”

Sansa sighs into his embrace and Theon squeezes her tighter. 

[praeludio]

“👀 + Theon, can you promise me that you took care of Jeyne as best you could?"

𝐉𝐄𝐘𝐍𝐄  𝐉𝐄𝐘𝐍𝐄  𝐈𝐓  𝐑𝐇𝐘𝐌𝐄𝐒  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇  𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍. Or it used to. Just like his other name once rhymed with meek and weak. Stupid rhymes to remember, not forget his name or — a shudder went through his body. No, he doesn’t have to repeat those in his head, weak whispers in the dark, that name never belonged to him and doesn’t deserve to be spoken again. He’s free ( he’s Theon Greyjoy, son of Pyke, only living son of Balon Greyjoy and Alannys Harlaw, he remembers now, he’s allowed to remember ) and so was she, free again and not forced to wear another girl’s name, clothes, life. She was free and so was he ; both jumping for the roof into the snow. Even death by fall was better than the life they endured in the castle. She survived and so did he ; he regained his freedom and name and so did she. But the girl’s question ( her eyes were the right colour, Stark grey, not brown — this was Ned Stark’s second daughter ) was enough to make him fall in despair for a moment. Because he didn’t took care of her, did he? He did nothing while that monster put her through pain and worse, all for fear of what the same monster could do to him. Yes they jumped ; but he wished he found that bravery sooner, to avoid the girl to go through that experience.

« I... I didn’t. » Dark eyes avoid looking into Arya’s Stark one, as to avoid the accusation that is surely present in her gaze. « I was afraid of that lord Ram... the bastard of Bolton could have done, to me and her, were he to find out. » Until those girls arrived with the singer and there had been nothing as natural as taking that leap of faith and jump.

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[dialux]

gentle mother, strength of women

I’ll be adding the links to the stories as they’re posted, but until then y’all get the teasers for each of them.

Summary: Stories for the mothers of Westeros- who are broken, demanding, loving, protective, angry, and grieving; who are imperfect, and still deserve a moment to tell their stories. 

Gentle Mother, strength of women/ help our daughters through this fray/ soothe the wrath and tame the fury/ teach us all a kinder way

- The Mother’s Hymn

CROWNLANDS: 

do you know what it is like to be sold?

[a tribute to iron queens; dragons, mothers, broken, and beautiful]

Shaera Targaryen:

When Shaera was six, her mother braided raven feathers into her pale hair and called her a Blackwood. When she was eleven, her mother handed her a gilded rose and told her to start wearing green gowns for her future husband. When she was fourteen, she ran away with her brother.

When she hadn’t yet seen three decades, Shaera died.

Rhaella Targaryen:

Rhaella was born tired.

Her mother laughed when she said it, but she also worried for her daughter: Rhaella was so delicate, always shivering from the cold or flushed with fever. When her father declared that she must marry Aerys, her mother raged louder than a storm. Rhaella wept and wept, but her father was determined.

She never quite forgave him for it.

RIVERLANDS:

i’m so tired of being strong

[a tribute to riverland ladies; villainous, erased, or hated]

Minisa Whent:

Minisa was terrified of rivers, and for the daughter of a prominent Riverlander lord, that was right near sacrilege. She hadn’t been looking for trouble, not really; but then racing after smallfolk, trying to play in their summer festival-dances, wasn’t proper behavior either. She hadn’t been looking for trouble, and yet here she was: thrashing in the river, panicked, drowning.

Later, they’d say that Hoster Tully hadn’t hesitated to leap in and save her. All Minisa knew was that, for the rest of her life, Hoster was there beside her.

Lysa Tully:

Lysa fell, for miles, to her death.

Before that, she climbed.

NORTH

let him be scared of me

[a tribute to northern mothers; forgotten, unnamed or maligned]

Lyarra Stark:

Lyarra Stark is a sister, a daughter, and a woman of the North. She is a Flint and a Stark; the daughter of Arya Fleetfoot and the Wandering Wolf. When her sister goes south to marry and never once sends a raven, Lyarra does not accept it quietly.

Thirty years before Rickard Stark dies in the Red Keep, he meets a girl named Lyarra.

Or: Rickard’s southern ambitions were never solely his.

Lyanna Stark:

Lyanna was a girl who was as brave as one older brother and as quiet as another. She was as lovely as she was selfish, she was as loving as she was bitter, she was as wise as she was impulsive.

But more than anything, Lyanna was a child.

DORNE

you will not rob me of my birthright 

[a tribute to dornish women; sainted, besmirched, or misunderstood]

Ellaria Sand:

Ellaria hadn’t decided to love Oberyn, but one morning she’d woken with the knowledge of it comfortable in her mind, like a well-worn slipper. Still, there was an old saying the Ullers had: those who sleep too close to Martells get spears shoved up their ass. Ellaria loved Oberyn, but- in the end- she was an Uller. She wished she could say she was surprised when Oberyn got his head crushed by a Lannister’s pet guard.

She wasn’t.

(There was a small part of her that had been waiting for this for years.)

Elia Martell:

Doran went still, cold, steady as the mountain passes in the moments before lightning struck. Oberyn raged, louder than any storm.

Elia smiled, thin and small, and struck.

IRON ISLANDS

i am your queen, not your wife 

[a tribute to ironborn wives; angry, flawed, and mourning]

Alannys Harlaw:

There was little enough reason to laugh in Alannys’ life, but laugh she did; every morning, even when her breaths sawed the inside of her chest, even when she thought the pain of it all might end her. All four of her children had inherited Balon’s dark features, as well as his pride- and Balon thought that made them his.

Alannys saw the sharp curve of Asha’s smile and grinned; tasted the salt ringing her teeth, sown into her skin and sinew. Down to her bones, Asha was Alannys’ daughter, and a Harlaw bred true.

Esgred Pyke:

“If you touch my sister again,” Esgred had said, once, the weight of an axe comfortable in her callused little seven-year-old palms, “I’ll kill you.”

He had. Esgred had followed through, and then they’d run, Esgred and her sister, from the father who would’ve sold them both to any man with a wineskin in his hand. Her sister had been afraid, but still beautiful; she found a sailor who talked pretty and ran off with him.

Esgred raised their son as her own. When the boy named his first ship after her, she didn’t cry, not even a bit.

VALE

i won’t fall 

[a tribute to vale women; tired, honorable, unshaken]

Alys Arryn:

Alys didn’t love her brother, but she hadn’t thought that the gods would punish her for that like this. Her daughter was dead, her lovely, beautiful daughter- the one she married off to Denys Arryn at Jon’s behest despite all her doubts.

If Jon returned to the Vale for the next seven years, she’d throw him out of the Moon Door herself.

Anya Waynwood:

Love, Anya thought, her dark hair hanging loose to her waist. What use had a girl for love? Better to have pride, and strength, and a glint in one eye that challenged the world to break them.

(Years later, she sees the pale-faced bastard daughter of Petyr Baelish, and she thinks, oh, yes, this one isn’t going to break.)

WESTERLANDS

they think this will break my pride 

[a tribute to westerland girls; brilliant, ambitious, and unforgettable]

Jeyne Marbrand:

Jeyne didn’t ever lower herself to look Ellyn in the eye. Let the other woman think it was because Jeyne was meek; Jeyne knew the truth. Ellyn had just handed Jeyne the keys to Casterly Rock, to the Westerlands, and in reality, Jeyne ought to thank her.

(It wasn’t so simple, in the end, but these things never are.)

Joanna Lannister:

Her greatest triumph was not her children, or her iron-fisted rule of the Westerlands in her husband’s absence, or even her steady, graceful entrance into Rhaella’s court; it was that she fixed her gaze on Tywin Lannister and decided that she would not settle for anything else. It was every time Tywin smiled at her, laughed with her. It was the life that Joanna carved for herself, out of nothing but her own abilities.

STORMLANDS

win only bones and blood and ashes 

[a tribute to stormladies; unbent, steady, and grieving]

Cassana Estermont:

Steffon wasn’t considered very handsome, and he knew it, the poor man. Robert had inherited Cassana’s features, and so had Renly; but Stannis had his father’s habit of grinding his teeth, of looking as grim and fierce as the roiling dark clouds above Storm’s End in the rainy season. It had taken Cassana years to draw her husband out of his rages and griefs, and each was hard won.

When Stannis married, Cassana had decided, he’d need a woman who lived life just as hard as Stannis fought it.

Marya Seaworth:

Marya couldn’t read or write; she spoke with the rough accent of fisherfolk from the Stormlands. Her father had been a blacksmith, and his father had been one before him, and so on, stretching as far back as they could remember. Her mother had been a farmer’s daughter, and she’d taught Marya how to tend to the land, and it was those skills that Marya used to work Davos’ lands.

It was with her father’s hands that she buried each son that died in Stannis’ name.

REACH

this must be answered fiercely 

[a tribute to reach women; cunning, dutiful, and overlooked]

Olenna Redwyne:

The first memory Olenna had of her husband, they were lost in the woods, and Luthor was crying from the fear. It was Olenna who had swallowed, thrown her shoulders back, and strode forward, waving her bright pink scarf as high as she could so they could be found.

She hadn’t known, all those years ago, that it would be an omen for many things to come; but then, Olenna hadn’t been a terribly bright child either.

Alerie Hightower:

Alerie was a sweet girl, everyone always said. The girl whose laugh sounded like rose milk tasted, whose eyes were the fresh brown of tilled earth. Her sweetness didn’t mean that she was deaf, however: Alerie knew, exactly, how much Olenna disliked her.

But in the end, it was Alerie who had three sons and one daughter, and she who had raised them to be sweet, kind, honorable. It was Alerie who was the Lady of Hightower. 

[klina12]

Poor Alannys...she deserved so much better than sour kraken king Balon for a husband and losing all three of her sons. She would have gone even more crazy if she had known the truth of what happened to poor Theon.

Alannys Harlaw:

“In her final years on Pyke, Lady Alannys could not sleep. She would wander the halls at night with a candle, looking for her sons. “Maron?” she would call shrilly. “Rodrik, where are you? Theon, my baby, come to Mother. ”

[ao3feed-thramsay]

I Won’t Fall Unless You Ask Me To

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2MHpCzv

by epicfrenchfry, Megalomaniacal

"If you don't want me to do anything, I promise I won't, but it's not okay. You deserve better than him." Theon is kicked out by his dad after coming out as bisexual, and finds a new home in the Stark house, but if he's learned anything in life, it's that good things never last.

Words: 5499, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, Game of Thrones (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Multi

Characters: Theon Greyjoy, Yara Greyjoy, Alannys Greyjoy, Balon Greyjoy, Robb Stark, Sansa Stark, Arya Stark, Bran Stark, Rickon Stark, Ned Stark, Catelyn Tully Stark, Ramsay Bolton, Ramsay Bolton's Dogs, The Bastard's Boys (ASoIaF), Roose Bolton, Jeyne Poole, Jeyne Westerling, Ygritte (ASoIaF), Kyra (ASoIaF), Sandor Clegane, Walder Frey, Grey Wind (ASoIaF), Shaggydog (ASoIaF), Lady (ASoIaF), Nymeria, Ghost (ASoIaF), Summer (ASoIaF)

Relationships: Theon Greyjoy/Robb Stark, Ramsay Bolton/Theon Greyjoy, Theon Greyjoy/Jon Snow, Sansa Stark/Margaery Tyrell, Joffrey Baratheon/Sansa Stark, Jon Snow/Ygritte, Catelyn Stark/Ned Stark

Additional Tags: Slow Burn, at least we tried to, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Character Death, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Threesome, Angst, Mutual Pining, Mental Health Issues, Violence, Drug Use, Alcohol, Murder, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2MHpCzv

[ao3feed-sansaery]

I Won’t Fall Unless You Ask Me To

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2MHpCzv

by epicfrenchfry, Megalomaniacal

"If you don't want me to do anything, I promise I won't, but it's not okay. You deserve better than him." Theon is kicked out by his dad after coming out as bisexual, and finds a new home in the Stark house, but if he's learned anything in life, it's that good things never last.

Words: 5499, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, Game of Thrones (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Multi

Characters: Theon Greyjoy, Yara Greyjoy, Alannys Greyjoy, Balon Greyjoy, Robb Stark, Sansa Stark, Arya Stark, Bran Stark, Rickon Stark, Ned Stark, Catelyn Tully Stark, Ramsay Bolton, Ramsay Bolton's Dogs, The Bastard's Boys (ASoIaF), Roose Bolton, Jeyne Poole, Jeyne Westerling, Ygritte (ASoIaF), Kyra (ASoIaF), Sandor Clegane, Walder Frey, Grey Wind (ASoIaF), Shaggydog (ASoIaF), Lady (ASoIaF), Nymeria, Ghost (ASoIaF), Summer (ASoIaF)

Relationships: Theon Greyjoy/Robb Stark, Ramsay Bolton/Theon Greyjoy, Theon Greyjoy/Jon Snow, Sansa Stark/Margaery Tyrell, Joffrey Baratheon/Sansa Stark, Jon Snow/Ygritte, Catelyn Stark/Ned Stark

Additional Tags: Slow Burn, at least we tried to, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Character Death, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Threesome, Angst, Mutual Pining, Mental Health Issues, Violence, Drug Use, Alcohol, Murder

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[jeynespain]

BETH SNOW WAS TO be an Umber. At the age of 13 , the former Lord Umber promised to legitimize her , like her brother Greatjon. His lady wife opposed it so greatly , but he held fast in his conviction. Thankfully for her , Lord Umber passed away when Beth was 16 , before she was able to be legitimized.

Jeyne looked like her , that’s what people said. The same dark hair , brown eyes , and cheek bones. She was also her mother in her spirit , willful yet kind and compassionate.

“Beth Umber.” Jeyne’s voice was barely above a whisper. Her mother was gone when she arrived to Winterfell. Perhaps it was better that Beth had died before. She would know her daughter by name , by sound , even in death Beth would call out for her Jeyne. She missed her touch. Theon was comforting , but it was not the same of Beth’s warmth.

“Your mother was Alannys Harlaw , yes?” Jeyne asked , chin resting gently atop Theon’s arm. “Is she still alive?” Jeyne found some solace in the fact that Theon’s mother may still be alive. One of them deserved to have their mother still alive , praying that their beloved child would come home safe.

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WHILE JEYNE SMILED TO herself , her eyes still darted around. Just in case. Just in case someone was waiting to take her back to Winterfell , Dreadfort , or King’s Landing whore houses. Something in her had the prevalent fear that she would somehow end up back there. She was not a whore , she would tell herself. Her mother was a bastard , about to be legitimized as an umber before her father’s death , and her father was a beloved member of the Stark household.

Jeyne smiled a bit more at the mention of lemons. “Thank you , My Lord.” No matter what they may say , Theon was still a lord. No matter what Ramsay did would take away his title.

Jeyne still felt everything around her , but she tried to ease herself. She was alright , at least for now. Perhaps Theon did not feel the same way , but she would hope. Gently , Jeyne placed her hand on Theon’s arm that was all around her , holding the furs.

“You have had my mother’s cakes , have you not? She would make them , they were Lady Catelyn’s favorite,” She said. “Perhaps I could try and make them.”

A VAGUE MEMORY CAME to his mind. In truth , it shamed him to admit he could not even remember the woman's name. A bastard and a seamstress , he recalled , but he had no memories of pastries.

Hate me if you want to. I won't hold it against you , he thought , your mother would.

She had been there , in Winterfell. Had seen the devastation and the blood on his hands. And here was her daughter , a lifetime after , touching his arm , smiling at him , and offering a sweetness , in her words , and her actions , and her touches. A sweetness he did not deserve.

“I don't think I could bare the sweetness of your cooking , My Lady.” She behaved like one , full of grace and compassion , he would at least try to treat her as such. “But I promise I'll try them.” Carefully , so very carefully , he brought his other arm around her , pulled the furs tighter , squeezed her hand , and held her close as tenderly as he could. “What was her name?” The guilt and fear that her answer could provoke threatened to choke him , but he swallowed them down.

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Theon Greyjoy | 25 | Unmarried | OPEN | Bob Morley

Theon Greyjoy is the youngest child and son of Balon Greyjoy and Alannys Harlaw, and the last living son. When Theon was around nine years old, his father rebelled against the Iron Throne, killing both of his older brothers and having him forcibly sent to King’s Landing as a ward. As a child, Theon didn’t know why he had to leave or why he was never allowed to return home. He felt very isolated at King’s Landing for a long time, and never felt as if he belonged with all the other Lords and Ladies of the South. Most people would have nothing to do with him, for fear of King Aerys’s wrath. The only person that treated Theon with any sort of kindness and grace was Rhaegar, who was ultimately the one who saved his life as well. When Aerys Targaryen crushed the Greyjoy Rebellion, Aerys wanted to kill Theon, but Rhaegar convinced him that he was just an innocent child and should not be punished for the crimes of his father.

Theon’s life in King’s Landing was not at all grand though. He was ostracized from regular life, and his living chambers, while not completely horrible, were not the greatest. He spend most of his time with the master at arms, as that was one of the only people who with associate himself with Theon. While Theon is not great with a sword, he is very talented with a bow.

When King Aerys died, he began to get better treatment from the people at court, and it even seemed as if Rhaegar respected him more. He fought with Rhaegar against the Dornish as one of his right hand men. With his bow skills, he defended Rhaegar’s backside as Rhaegar fought through the lines. When the Ironborn rebelled, Rhaegar asked for Theon’s help. Excited that he was finally getting the respect that he deserved from Rhaegar, Theon helped him. He knew his sister would be angry with him, but what had she ever done for him?

When the war was over, and the Iron Islands once again submitted to the Iron Throne, Rhaegar put Theon in charge as Lord of the Iron Islands. Theon knows his sister is less than happy about that, but he had more right to it than her anyway. He was the heir after all. Theon exiled his uncle Euron, after he came crawling back during the war, as his first act, and stripped his uncle Victarion of his position as head of the Iron Fleet. Despite being raised in the south, Theon was able to adapt well to his position, though he knows some of the Iron lords still aren’t happy with him and his “southern” ways.

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I Won’t Fall Unless You Ask Me To

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by epicfrenchfry, Megalomaniacal

"If you don't want me to do anything, I promise I won't, but it's not okay. You deserve better than him." Theon is kicked out by his dad after coming out as bisexual, and finds a new home in the Stark house, but if he's learned anything in life, it's that good things never last.

Words: 5499, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, Game of Thrones (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Multi

Characters: Theon Greyjoy, Yara Greyjoy, Alannys Greyjoy, Balon Greyjoy, Robb Stark, Sansa Stark, Arya Stark, Bran Stark, Rickon Stark, Ned Stark, Catelyn Tully Stark, Ramsay Bolton, Ramsay Bolton's Dogs, The Bastard's Boys (ASoIaF), Roose Bolton, Jeyne Poole, Jeyne Westerling, Ygritte (ASoIaF), Kyra (ASoIaF), Sandor Clegane, Walder Frey, Grey Wind (ASoIaF), Shaggydog (ASoIaF), Lady (ASoIaF), Nymeria, Ghost (ASoIaF), Summer (ASoIaF)

Relationships: Theon Greyjoy/Robb Stark, Ramsay Bolton/Theon Greyjoy, Theon Greyjoy/Jon Snow, Sansa Stark/Margaery Tyrell, Joffrey Baratheon/Sansa Stark, Jon Snow/Ygritte, Catelyn Stark/Ned Stark

Additional Tags: Slow Burn, at least we tried to, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Character Death, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Threesome, Angst, Mutual Pining, Mental Health Issues, Violence, Drug Use, Alcohol, Murder

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2MHpCzv