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Theonsa Fic Recs!

Canon-verse

the lone traveller, standing strong | 15/15 | 60k | canon divergence, time travel 

if i could rewrite the history | 7/7 | 57k | canon divergence, alternate history

Alive | 1/1 | 12k | canon divergence, fix-it fic 

so far from being free | 2/3 | 24k | canon divergence

AU

intro to knots (or, alternatively, the psychology of growing up) | 1/1 | 5k | modern au

cooperative escapism in unfamiliar relations | 1/1 | 5k | bakery, modern au

my love had been frozen, but you painted me golden | 2/3 | 6k | modern au

this is the hunt, between the daylight and the deep blue sea | 1/1 | 6k | pirate, mermaid au

in (slightly less than) all honesty | 1/1 | 13k | modern au, roommates

if we never try we’ll never know | 1/1 | 8k | modern au, fake dating

decide on me, decide on us | 1/1 | 8k | modern au, road trip

Shameless Self-Promo

oh, i really wanna take care of you | 1/1 | 13k | modern au

haunt me, baby | 1/1 | 15k | modern ghost au

in search of lemon cake ice cream | 1/1 | 2k | modern au

you should know i’m missing you | 1/1 | 831 | future fic

#theonsa #got

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theonsa + camp counselors

Sansa and Theon think no one realizes they really want to fuck each other. 

Arya knows for a fact, literally everyone does. 

It’s the worst kept secret at camp. Doe eyed Sansa Stark having the hots for the bad boy kitchen help Theon Greyjoy. Half the other counselors have money on if it’ll happen, several of the camp-goers on if.

(Arya’s betting on their last night, because they’re idiots. 

Robb is betting on never because he’s in denial, and they’re idiots.)

Her sister was talented in a number of things: acting, sewing, existing, but pretending like she wasn’t completely in love with her brother’s dumb ass best friend was not one of them.

Theon, for his credit, was a master class liar, except when it came to saying Sansa was like his little sister and he did not want to kiss her. 

Honestly, they were tragic. Some days Arya hoped she’d lose the bet just so she wouldn’t have to keep witnessing just how gross and annoying they were. The way Sansa would giggle and mess with his hair and always need to ‘check on something in the kitchen’. The way Theon told bad jokes to make her laugh and was never more than a few feet away from her and saved some her favorite lemon snack cakes under the sink.

They way they were always touching each other and looking lost when the other was gone and picking petty arguments to make the other squirm. Really, it would be disgusting if it wasn’t so sad.

Even Podrick had picked up on it, and frankly, Podrick was a little dense.

Every day, all day, Arya considered just saying fuck it and locking them both in a supply closet with a box of Trojans until they worked it out.

As it turned out, she didn’t need to. 

Because as it turned out, maybe Sansa and Theon weren’t as bad at lying as she had assumed.

As it turned out, four days before their final night at camp, when Arya and Gendry decided to sneak into the kitchens and break into Theon’s secret stash of booze, the kitchens were not at all empty. Not by a long shot.

As it turned out, after her sister put her bra back on and Theon pulled his pants up, she learned it shouldn’t have been a bet of if, or even when, but rather a bet of how long ago.

As it turned out, the answer was five months.

Arya called them idiots, and then offered to split the money with them if they kept it a secret for four more days.

(They did.)

#trashy-greyjoy #theonsa #got

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theonsa + halloween

“Have you seen your sister yet?” Jon asks her as she’s refilling the punch bowl (with extra vodka). The way he says it has her almost nervous.

“No. Why, is she here?”

“Yes,�� he smiles around the rim of his plastic cup, and yeah, okay now she’s nervous.

“What did they come as?” she sighs, almost too scared to actually find out what terrible costume her sister and date had decided to scar them with this year.

It was a well known fact Halloween was a big deal for all the Starks and Co. They spent way too much money on costumes and even more on plastic skeletons. They bought out most of the liquor from the convenience store and had every horror movie soundtrack ever released on a single playlist.

Everyone went wild, but no one more than Sansa and honorary Stark family member Theon Greyjoy. Because Sansa was a firm believer in elaborate couple’s costumes and Theon subscribed to the annual ‘I’m going  to put in as much effort as possible to make this original while also making this look like I don’t give a shit’ newsletter. 

But both of them were pretty terrible at it.

Which means since they started dating three years ago, their Halloween costumes have only got more embarrassing and weird. 

Keep reading

#theonsa #trashy-greyjoy #got

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Theonsa + their last words spoken

The horn blows and her heart stops. 

It freezes as cold as the air around them.

She looks at him, sitting just across from her and she sees the same feeling reflected in his eyes. Because it’s time and this is the end and it’s over. 

She wants to stop time. She wishes she were a witch or a red priestess or something, anyone who could stop the world around them, who could delay the war, delay the death and the destruction and the terror that awaits them now that time is up. 

She wants to stop time so she never has to stop looking at his face. So she never has to watch him leave. 

But she cannot stop time, and she cannot delay anything. 

He nods to her and it’s so sad, but it’s also so brave. She knows he does not want to go either, if he had a choice he would stay there and eat soup in silence with her forever. 

If they had forever…

She walks with him until she can’t, until it’s time for her to go with Arya and for him to take her brother to the Godswood. It feels like the end of everything, things that hadn’t even started yet.

And when he turns to go one last time she grabs his hand, his broken trembling hand, between hers.

“Keep him safe.”

“I will,” he nods. She knows he will. She does. She knows he’d fall and die and fall apart to keep her brother safe. 

It scares her more. 

She looks in his eyes and feels like crying because she realizes it now. She realizes what she wants and she realizes before the night is over she will probably lose it and she wishes this was not her life. 

She wishes she were a different Sansa, one that had been less stupid and had made less mistakes and had more time for the things she wanted.

She wishes he were a different Theon, one that had been less scared and was less broken and had more time to feel safe.

They aren’t. 

And that hurts. Not the bitter chill on her cheeks or the fear in her lungs or the ache in her back. Just the missed chance, just the ending, just the string cut too soon.

She pulls him close to her one last time. 

“Be careful,” she whispers. “Please.”

It’s broken. Like the shouts in the wind and the ice under her feet.

“You too.”

It’s the last thing they say, the last thing she says, but it’s not the last thing she means. 

Come back.

Don’t die.

I love you.

When the doors to the crypt open to the dawn and she is alive. When she runs through rubble and bodies and blood to get to the Godswood, to get to her family. When she sees his body, his cold body and his faraway eyes and the blood that stains his perfect mouth.

She wishes she had said something else.

#theonsa #got #trashy-greyjoy

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theonsa + picnic

She would never get tired of kissing him. 

She might get tired of his stupid jokes, or his inability to be anywhere on time, or occasionally, just the way his face looked, but she would never get tired of kissing him. 

The soft way he would bite at her bottom lip, the rough way his fingers dug into her hips and rubbed against her thighs. The way he sighed and, at that moment, tasted like lemonade and strawberries and sugar. Sweet.

He was shit at a lot of things, but he was perfect at kissing her. He was more perfect at loving her. 

She supposed.

She definitely knocks some kind of tupperware over with her elbow when his hips press against hers against the blanket. She’s positive her foot lands in something soft when his fingers climb the ladder of her ribs, one by one, until his palm rests right under her breast. 

Perfect…

“You taste good,” she mumbled and, god, she couldn’t remember the last time someone made her feel this happy, this good.

“You taste better,” she could hear the smirk in his voice, feel it against her neck. 

She hummed, content and light like music and like birds fluttering through the air. Her fingers curled in his hair and tugged until he groaned and groaned until he laughed and she loved him so much.

“We’re gonna waste all the food,” she sighed with her eyes shut so everything felt like a dream. 

“I’ll get more.”

“But I made lemon cakes.”

“Oh you made lemon cakes?” he chuckled into her skin like the warmest thing she had ever felt. It filled up her chest and she smiled. 

“Mhmm.”

He kissed her nose one time, quick and soft and domestic. “Well if you made lemon cakes…”

He pulled back, lifting himself on his forearms above her, ready to turn away, but he was so perfect. So perfect for her and he made her so happy, so much happier than anyone else ever had or had even tried to and she loved to look at him. She loved to look at him, looking at her. She loved to love him.

Her arms went around his neck and she pulled his mouth back down to hers. She could make more lemon cakes later.

#theonsa #trashy-greyjoy #got

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theonsa + veronica mars

One of these days he’s gonna kill her himself, he swears.

If she didn’t give him a fucking stroke and kill him first. 

His foot won’t stop tapping against the balcony floor and his heart still feels kinda, completely fucked, and he can’t hear a thing they’re saying inside no matter how hard he tries. His knuckles hurt.

Maybe later he’ll think about how fucking embarrassing he’s being, but really right now he can’t because his mind is too preoccupied being worried about Sansa Stark for the twelfth time that week. 

Sansa Stark and her heroics and her recklessness and her sharp smile. The girl we was pretty sure he hated, but now kinda thinks he never could. The one inside that motel room right now talking to some government agent that just tried to kidnap her.

So fuck him for being a little concerned, right?

He thinks about the way his heart dropped out of his ass, when he heard her on the phone, when he thought she was in danger. The way it turned into this protective anger he didn’t even know he could feel much less feel for Sansa Stark.

And yet here he is.

He flexes his wrist. He kinda wished he’d hit the guy one more time, just because. 

He turns when she walks out and he has a compulsive need to swallow. She makes him a little nervous, god knows why. 

She stands in front of him and she just looks at him and he’s waiting for her to yell at him, but she’s not. She’s just watching him and she doesn’t even look angry and god she’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. How had he never realized that before? 

Of course she was pretty, it was Sansa, everyone knew she was fucking pretty, he’d just never realized she was so…

“That was stupid,” she says it like a fact because, well, it is. Maybe she made him stupid.

“You’re welcome.” Yeah, thanks for the stroke. Let’s do this again sometime. 

She was so frustrating.

“Thank you,” she sighs, and of all the things he had expected her to say that was… not even on the list. She didn’t thank him, she was always irritated with him. Right? 

“Are you okay?”

Gimme a reason to go kick that guy’s ass and I fucking will. 

She nods, silent, and when has Sansa Stark ever been silent around him. He really wants her to say something. But she doesn’t. 

He thinks maybe he should go, and then she’s kissing him.

He’s so shocked, he’s so in awe, at what’s happening he can’t even fucking move. There’s just her soft mouth on his and then it’s over. She pulls back too soon and he’s not sue what just happened.

She’s looking at him, and she looks confused and she looks scared and no he doesn’t want her to be scared. Her eyes so blue and so sweet he wants to fucking drown in them.

He forgets every single word in the English language.

She’s blinks and gives him a funny smile and then she’s turning to go. But he doesn’t want her to go and she can’t go and he can move again. He grabs her arm and turns her back and then he’s the one kissing her. 

He never realized how much he really wanted to kiss Sansa Stark, until he needs to kiss Sansa Stark. 

She’s the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted and he pulls her as close as he possibly can. He wants every part of her. He wants to hold her and he never wants to let go and he can’t even think about how stupid or how out of place that sounds because there’s just her. 

It feels like finally and maybe the best thing to ever happen to him. 

She’s Sansa, and yeah she’s a pain in his ass, and yeah he thought he couldn’t stand her, but he’s kissing her and he remembers how perfect she is. It feels like a dream. It feels like the weirdest most surreal fucking dream of his life. 

And then it ends. 

Her lips are gone and the warm fuzzy feelings in his head feel out of place and he still has no idea what just happened. 

They look at each other and their hands fall away and neither of them says a word. He’s afraid if he says anything he’ll just fuck it up more and, god, does he not want to do that. 

She steps away and she walks down the stairs and he watches her go. He watches her the whole way. She gets to her shitty little car and looks at him and he’s not sure what it means.

He hopes it means something. But she just looks at him and why can’t either of them fucking say anything?

She drives away, and he’s still standing there and he can still feel the way her mouth felt against his. And he’s pretty sure he wants to feel it again and it doesn’t feel weird anymore. 

He’s totally fucking gone for Sansa Stark.

Robb would have killed him.

#theonsa #got #trashy-greyjoy

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haunt me, baby | theon x sansa | 15k | modern/ghost au |

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.

#theonsa #trashy-greyjoy #got

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Reblog the writers’ fortune cookie for luck!

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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.”

I was going to write another fic. But this idea came and didn’t leave me. So here it is. Everyone is happy so they might seem a little ooc lmao. 

@anniebibananie i hope you like it! <3

#theonsa #gendrya #bullheadedbastardblacksmith #got

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If We Never Try (We’ll Never Know) | rating: T | 8,792 words

“Out of all the unfortunate things to happen in Sansa’s life, she thought the most might just be the fact that somehow in the four years since she’d seen him Theon Greyjoy got hot.”

And somehow that lead to him becoming her fake boyfriend? Sansa wasn’t all that sure how it happened, either.

#theonsa #got #anniebibananie

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Delightfully Domestic Starters

“The coffee pot didn’t turn on this morning.”

“Who’s turn was it for breakfast?”

“It’s my day off, I earned the right to be lazy.”

“This could get fixed by a professional, or it could be fixed by an amateur for free.”

“You’re under arrest for being a blanket thief.”

“The use of cold feet in bed, as a leverage tool, is illegal.”

“How was your day at work?”

“I’m going to need a bath…”

“No no, you’re sick. You rest, I’ll take care of everything.”

“I think we need to go on a bit of a grocery trip.”

“I’ve noticed all the laundry was done. You didn’t have to.”

“Leftovers, or more take out?”

“The neighbor is getting obnoxiously loud at night.”

“When was that garden gonna get started again?”

“Dishes… right the dishes. In the next few minutes I swear.”

“I know you like my shirts but now you’ve even stolen my doubles.”

“All your oversized shirts belong to me now.”

“I can’t help what I do in my sleep. That includes what’s done with the blankets.”

“You were tossing and turning last night. You okay?”

“I’m not sick, I’m only slightly ill. There’s a difference. I can handle today.”

“So dinner was being made… and then I realized the smoke alarm was broken.”

“Duct tape is a temporary, long term fix to everything.”

“I love you, but you’re beginning to pass out mid sentence. Go to bed.”

“You can’t tell me what to do, I can do what I want!”

“If there is more noise at 2am I swear…”

#please please please #like either theonsa or gendrya i dont mind #ask

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theonsa fanfiction

oh, i really want to take care of you by @trashy-lannister

Sansa Stark and Theon Greyjoy know loss, and they know pain. It’s not easy and they break, but they put each other back together again. Over and over.

(Or, Sansa and Theon taking care of each other throughout their lives)

#theonsa #got #trashy-lannister

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"I missed you," he says as he gently takes her hand and she is hit with the memories of another time, another life, another history in which they were broken in every way possible save for when they were together. (TheonXSansa friendship/bonds, if possible! I saw you having feels for them)

Sansa pulls away, a frown on her face. An image of the man still half in her arms flickers over Theon like a palimpsest– hair long and somewhat matted, eyes half-wild and nostrils flared as though he had been running–as though they had been running.

Then she blinks, and it’s over. Theon’s back to his regular self: short-cropped hair, eyes with dark circles under them from too many nights studying (or, more likely, partying). 

“I missed you too,” Sansa mumbles, surprised at the level of which she means it. He’s only been gone to university for a semester, back home for Christmas with the Starks after something had come up with his uncle. 

“What’s wrong?” He asks, jaw starting to clench slightly with worry. “You look like you’ve seen a-”

She shakes her head, clearing the image. “It doesn’t matter.”

Sansa turns so their embrace becomes arms linked through each other. “Let’s go in,” she says guiding him toward their home, “It’s getting cold.”

#theonsa #holy shit i felt that !! #gizkasparadise #got

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Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Theon Greyjoy/Sansa Stark Characters: Sansa Stark, Theon Greyjoy, Jon Snow, Arya Stark, Margaery Tyrell, Joffrey Baratheon Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Recreational Drug Use, Suicide Attempt, Mental Health Issues, they all have a hard time, archive warning for an attempt (not theon x sansa), Angst with a Happy Ending, Friends to Lovers Summary:

Sansa Stark and Theon Greyjoy know loss, and they know pain. It’s not easy and they break, but they put each other back together again. Over and over.

  (Or, Sansa and Theon taking care of each other throughout their lives)

#theonsa #got #tinyreads #trashy-lannisters

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by Matt Talbert

#aes

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Theon Greyjoy has spent the majority of his life thinking about things that aren’t. Home. His family. Shit like that. He doesn’t think about it in a depressing way – or maybe he does, sometimes, but then Robb does something stupid and makes him laugh or he spots a hot girl from across the bar who’s giving him the look and he’s over it, you know? Mostly. Almost completely. He spends six out of seven nights per week pouring shots for drunk arseholes then becoming the drunk arse himself, and on the seventh night he sleeps in bed with Netflix and a bowl of takeout and sometimes, if he’s a little pissed and a little – fuck, not lonely, but a little bit of another feeling that’s somewhere along those lines – then sometimes he might call one of the nameless girls (metaphorically nameless, obviously) he has saved in his contacts and try to fuck himself into distraction. Theon spends the majority of his time contemplating what isn’t. (That’s the thing about Sansa Stark. She very much is.)

#theonsa #got #widogasps

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin Relationships: Theon Greyjoy/Sansa Stark Characters: Theon Greyjoy, Sansa Stark Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Fluff, One Shot, Good Boyfriend Theon, Soft Girlfriend Sansa, really just pointless fluff to hide my pain Summary:

In which Sansa has a craving for Lemon Cake Halo Top ice cream, and Theon, being a devoted boyfriend, goes searching the town in the middle of the night to find some.

#tinyreads #theonsa #got #trashy-lannister