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alwayssmiled · 2 years

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daughter of north, sister of kings, traitor’s wife, the iron lady

„She was silent for a moment. Her lips were pressed tight and her eyes were still narrowed. Theon knew that at that moment he had a different face of the girl he loved. Lovely Lys retreated somewhere into the iron lady staring at him. It was the first time he had seen the cool reflection of Robb Stark's soul as he looked into her face. Not the friend he was fooling around with, drinking wine and dueling against wooden swords, but the king of the north himself, to whom he owed a broken oath and a few hundred ships.” ~ „the iron blood” chapter 6

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inabcck · 1 year

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Muses

Gonna try to divide these by Fandom. Please message if you have questions about any of them I'll happily give an overview. Also at this point in time no one is being marked as primary etc. until we find a groove.

A Song of Ice and Fire

Arya Stark

Shae

Missandei

Asha Greyjoy

The Mortal Instruments

Isabelle "Izzy" Lightwood

Magnus Bane

Tessa Gray

Cecily Herondale

Ascension & Royal Houses Series

Cyrene Strohm

Kerrigan Argon

Wynter Ollivier

Incarnations of Immortality

Luna Kaftan

Orlene (God/Good)

Kerena (Nox/Night)

Throne of Glass

Lysandra Ennar Ashryver

Nehemia Ytger

Manon Blackbeak

Elide Lochan

A Court of Thorns and Roses

Feyre Archeron

Elain Archeron

Lucien Vanserra

Azriel

Gwyneth Berdara

The Empyrean

Rhiannon Matthias

Ridoc Gamlyn

Imogen Cardulo

Jesinia Neilwart

Andarna

Sgaeyl

Sloane Mairi

Violet Sorrengail

The Red Queen

Evangeline Samos

Mare Barrow

DC Comics

Stephanie Brown (Spoiler/Batgirl)

Harley Quinn

Selina Kyle (Catwoman)

Bridgerton

Eloise Bridgerton

Edwina Shefflied

Kate Sheffield

Simon Basset Duke of Hastings

Sophie Beckett

Posy Reiling

Marvel

Cassie Lang aka Stature

Felicia Hardy aka Black Cat

Harry Potter (VERY ANTI-JK ROWLING and Canon Divergent)

Hermione Granger

Luna Lovegood

Nymphadora Tonks

Newt Scamander

Critical Role

Vex'ahlia

Pike Trickfoot

Delilah Briarwood

Laudna

The Last of Us

Ellie Williams

Miraculous: Tales of Lady Bug and Cat Noir

Adrien Agreste aka Cat Noir

Alya Césaire aka Rena Rouge

Hazbin Hotel

Vaggie

Alastor the Radio Demon

Angel Dust/Anthony

Husk

Helluva Boss

Moxxie

Millie

Loona

Octavia

Baldurs Gate 3

Karlach

Shadowheart

More to be added as the mood strikes. 😀

#;muses

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ao3feed-gendrya · 4 years

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Lannister Blood

read it on the AO3 at https://bit.ly/39bKies

by TillyPopp

Lysandra Lannister has finally returned to her home of King's Landing after being sold to House Frey by her father, Lord Tywin. The Red Wedding has recently occurred, changing the agreement due to Lysandra's safety. But she knows her return comes with many puppet strings attached. Estranged from her family, there's a fire growing within her. A forbidden past with the late King in the North haunts her memories. Mysterious visions begin to plague her psyche upon her return. What do these visions mean? And why does she feel closer to Robb Stark than ever before?

*I do not own anything Game of Thrones except for the character of Lysandra and the parts of the story that are original. *I will try to stay as true to the timeline as possible but some storylines may vary. I also may go back and forth between the TV Show & books, though it will mostly follow the show. Except maybe season 8 because I was not a huge fan of the last half. Enjoy!

Words: 131842, Chapters: 30/34, Language: English

Fandoms: Game of Thrones (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/M

Characters: Lysandra Lannister, Robb Stark, Jaime Lannister, Cersei Lannister, Tyrion Lannister, Arya Stark, Sandor Clegane, Jorah Mormont, Jon Snow, Daenerys Targaryen, Sansa Stark, Theon Greyjoy, Night King (Game of Thrones), Bran Stark

Relationships: Robb Stark/Lysandra Lannister, Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth, Theon Greyjoy/Sansa Stark, Cersei Lannister/Jaime Lannister, Arya Stark/Gendry Waters, Jon Snow/Daenerys Targaryen

Additional Tags: Angst, Magic, Action/Adventure, Adventure & Romance, Fantasy, Sibling Love, Personal Growth, Romance, Love, Dark Past, Forgiveness, Loss

read it on the AO3 at https://bit.ly/39bKies

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #gendrya #arya x gendry #axg

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ao3feed-theonsa · 4 years

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Lannister Blood

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3j2g8ij

by TillyPopp

Words: 2243, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Game of Thrones (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/M

Relationships: Robb Stark/Lysandra Lannister, Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth, Theon Greyjoy/Sansa Stark

Additional Tags: Angst, Magic, Action/Adventure, Adventure & Romance, Fantasy, Sibling Love, Personal Growth, Romance, Love, Dark Past, Forgiveness, Loss

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3j2g8ij

#theonsa #theon x sansa #theonxsansa #theonsa fanfic #got fanfic #ao3feed-theonsa

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littleredgwen · 6 years

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introducing... Lysandra Botley

( maisie williams / 21 / fem ) → there has been whispers around the keep that Lysandra Botley, the LADY of LORDSPORT has been spotted. everyone knows she can be very SHORT TEMPERED, but some may know that she can be PROTECTIVE & LOYAL. she has/have pledged her allegiance to HOUSES GREYJOY, BOTLEY, i wonder how long she’ll last in the capital ?

Hi I'm Jeka and this is my smol bean, Lysandra Botley. I'm terrible at introductions but here you go :)

Lysandra is one of usual even temperment and well spoken. Some would say outspoken and sometimes they woudln't be wrong either. She was born to Lysand Botley and Gerrin Farwynd, who together had four children - Lys' older brother Tristen who is lost at sea and presumed dead; younger brother Lysander who is somewhere in Essos, and her little sister, Yara who is currently with their mother's family at Seal Skin Point.

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Her family are the Lords of Lordsport and other than to themselves,they are very close and loyal bannermen to House Greyjoy, but to the Iron Islands as well. Houses Blacktyde, Greyjoy and Botley have long histories together.

As Lady of Lordsport she sees herself as the welcoming party to the Iron Islands as so many come to the port before one of the other islands. She plays the part of lady and hostess as well as ruler very well, but she is Iron born and lives to life at sea.

She is a fierce competitor, strong fighter despite her size and stronger than she looks. Lys loves when people underestimate her size as weakness, and enjoys proving them wrong just as much.

Captains the Silverfin. It's a longship but Lysandra has a loyal crew, many of whom have watched her grow up, and earn their respect.

Never been married, extended family says she needs to find a husband but she's around men all the time, she doesn't feel like she needs to do anything and is perfectly capable of doing things on her own as she has been. Not to say she doesn't appreciate a good man or woman, no harm in looking after all, right? of course right, because she has eyes and isn’t dead.

I’m totally open to all sorts of plots, good, bad, and AWEsome. And also of pre-existing connections, open to those too. Basically if you want her, hit me up and let’s chat. I’m looking forward to getting into the game and Lys causing trouble having fun.

#gloriedintro

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gloriedgorehq · 6 years

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welcome to you jeka ! you have been accepted as the role of lysandra botley ! maisie williams and lady of lordsport have now been taken! please make sure you check out our checklist & we can’t wait to see you on the dash !

#gloriedaccepted #submission

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alwayssmiled · 2 years

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THE IRON BLOOD [ vol.2]

part of:

CHAPTER X ~ fallen hero of pyke ~

characters: Theon Greyjoy, Aeron Greyjoy, Lysandra Stark | my oryginal character |

synopsis/au: Theon left Ramsay earlier than in canon, and he comes to Kingsmoot with Asha and Lys and first time after his return to Iron Islands, he meet uncle Aeron.

As the procession of their ships approached Old Wyk, Theon concluded that he had only seen this quantity of drakkars gathered in one place only twice in his life. The first time he was a boy was when his father started a rebellion against the Crown. He remembered that the sight had made him uneasy then. He was old enough to understand what the war was about. And when he remembered about the second time, he still couldn't believe how stupid the boy he was. How naive it was to believe that his father had assembled all these ships especially for him, so that he could aid Robb Stark's war with them.

This time he knew that naivety was over.

Ships drifted across the surface of the sea, hidden in the mist that enveloped the whole of Old Wyk. Theon had never been there before, but he remembered all the stories depicting the mysticism of this place. There was no doubt that there were completely different rules that ordinary people could not comprehend.

Theon kept telling the crew not to change their sails. He did not want news of the arrival of Balon Greyjoy's only son immediately come to light. It was enough that their lineage so far represented Ash.

After reaching the shore, all the crews of their ships set up huge tents, among which the flags of Greyjoy and their families were planted. Theon stared at it all from the side, cloaked in a black cloak, his memories involuntarily taking him back to the time when he had fought for the Stark family in the Whispering Forest. Back then, there were tents and banners everywhere, but instead of the Ironborn’s coats of arms, the emblems of the North flew. There were so many of them, and he was left alone, the broken ghost of Robb Stark's failure.

The island was teeming with life all day and night. There were fires everywhere, where food was prepared and torches were lit during services to the Drowned God. Theon took it upon himself to find Uncle Aeron, whom he planned to bring to their camp. For he knew a lot more about Euron and the others who had chosen to claim the throne of the sea stone, and Theon and Asha needed this information badly.

It was late in the evening when Theon and Lysandra left for the seashore, where the rite was being held. There were a lot of people there. They stood intently repeating the words of some prayers as well as numerous ritualistic activities. Theon and Lysandra blended into the crowd, standing right on the shore. Lys felt treacherous towards her gods, but watched the service with curiosity. She could see that Theon was doing a bit of it. She smiled gently as she watched as under the words of prayers a calm crept on his face. She also noticed many acolytes among the faithful, dressed the same as those they had seen in the port a few days earlier. In addition to them, there were also young vestals, with heads adorned with strange crowns of shells and pearls, which sang glorious songs in honor of the Sea Deity.

- Let us pray that our Lord enlighten us, that we choose a worthy successor for King Balon Greyjoy. Almighty Drowned God, give us a ruler made of iron and bless him with all virtues. Give him strength, give him pride and faith to lead us to glory. Make the Ironborn your followers a world power.

Aeron prayed earnestly, raising his arms.

- Our God, look after the soul of the last king, Balon Greyjoy. Let him sit at your table and feast beside him until the end of the world. Allow this honor to all his fallen sons, the heroes of Pyke, who gave their lives fighting for the glory of their homeland, Dukes Rodrik and Maron Greyjoy who fell under the walls of Seagard, and Prince Theon Greyjoy, who died at Winterfell. Bless this fire with holy water to shine on their souls forever.

The torches burned with a hiss as the high priest consecrated them with the sprinkler seawater.

- [...] Bless all the faithful with steel, bless them with salt, bless them with iron ...

As he spoke, he sprinkled water on the crowd of followers, while they fell to their knees, bowing their heads low. Theon grabbed Lysandra's hand, pulling her down so they were kept from the crowd. There was silence. Seconds passed, during which no one spoke or moved, but after some time the faithful slowly began to get up and go their way, which heralded the end of the service.

- How is it when someone prays for your soul in the afterlife while alive? - Lysandra whispered, turning her head slowly towards Theon.

— It's a little uncomfortable to listen to. Theon smirked, as if he didn't know if that should amuse him. - But I'm more interested in what Aeron will say about the resurrection.

The priest stood by the shore ritually cleansing all the items used in the rite, but as Theon and Lys strode towards him in the light of numerous torches, he seemed to be waiting for them. Lysandra had heard of the Dampfhair from Theon's story, but seeing him live, she was amazed. His dark hair, interspersed with gray strands, reached down to his waist, just like a thick beard, adorned here and there with thin braids with various golden ornaments and gifts of the sea. In one hand he was holding a stick with a peculiar ball that consisted of multicolored shells and pearls stuck together.

- Shall I bless you, on behalf of the Drowned God? — Aeron asked in a calm voice when they got close enough.

Theon couldn't help but smile. And although the last time he and Aeron was not on his way, he never forgot that as a child he was his favorite uncle, next to Dagmer, who always made sure that he did not run out of anything. Much more than the father.

— All you have to do is bless my soul for me to sit at the table of the Drowned God in the afterlife, uncle. — He replied quietly, then removed the large hood from his head. "Fallen hero of Pyke," he came home.

Aeron regarded him for a moment in disbelief, narrowing his eyes. Theon watched as his uncle's expression changed with the successive changes in his appearance, finally assuming an expression of fear.

— Theon ... By God only! — He gripped his arms tightly, turning towards the light to get a better look. — It's really you ... How did it happen? Are you back from the dead boy? — He asked almost in a whisper.

— What is dead cannot die — Theon replied slowly.

— But it is rise again harder and stronger. —Aeron finished solemnly. — Your return, Theon, looks like God's will.

#theon greyjoy fanfiction #theon greyjoy #asoiaf #house greyjoy #headcanon #valyrianscrolls #fanfic #aeron greyjoy #ironislands #ironborn #asoiaf religiom #asoiaf headcanon

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alwayssmiled · 2 years

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Today I decided to translate a slightly longer scene from my fanfic, in which Theon breaks down for the first time about sexuality, after what happened to him at Ramsay's. I'm very sorry if there are any translation errors here, but unfortunately English is not my mother tongue. Knowledge of the rest of the fiction is not necessary, but the relevant fact here is that Theon has a problem with compulsive washing, for which he happens to use a wire brush because he feels dirty all the time just like Reek. In this scene Theon and Lysandra have just arrived at Pyke and are bathing in the tub after their journey ^^

Words: 3569

Ship: Theon Greyjoy x oc

Type: sensual, lovely, erotic, sweet, more feelings, more love, break down sexual trauma

•YOU DESERVE FOR THE BEST OF EVERYTHING•

She looked at him from under her long, dark lashes, capturing his face in one of her hands.

- I wish you could look at yourself through my eyes. - she said, at which he smiled gently.

- I wonder who I would see in my place with them. With such beautiful eyes, do you see people more perfect than they really are?

Lys shook her head negatively. Instead of answering, she hugged him again, in sudden need of affection.

- I don't need to perfect you Theon. - She said after a long moment, snuggled tightly into his body.

- I don't know what I did to deserve you.

He kissed her forehead, his hand gently trailing along her waist. He realized how much he had missed Lys' sweet closeness all day. The warmth of her body, the shining gaze she used to grace only him with. The way she used to cuddle with him. So greedily, as if it would be the last pleasure she would have before she died. Not wanting to let her out of his embrace even for a moment.

- Will you bathe with me? - He heard the words from his own lips before he could censor his thoughts.

He saw the surprise on her face, which instantly turned into a kind, innocent smile. He had no way of knowing what she thought of the subject, and it bothered him a tad. He did not know if it was a good idea, but the need of closeness turned out to be stronger than common sense.

- Yhm," she murmured quietly, slipping the vest off his shoulders and then her fingers went to the buttons of the vamp right below his neck.

Lys occasionally undressed him, but usually only outerwear, but he never let her do it completely. He too, though he had undressed many ladies in the past, felt as if he was doing it for the first time in his life. His hands, though mutilated, deftly unfastened the hooks of her gown, gliding over the soft, cool skin beneath. Touching her was fascinating. He did it carefully and uncertainly, trying to remain neutral in all of this. In the twilight of the lamps, he couldn't see much detail that didn't escape him amidst the daylight. When he looked at Lys, it was a little annoying, but relating that fact to himself, he felt a little more confident because of it.

He was the first to strip her of her underwear. He analyzed every bit of the outline of her figure, subtly lit by the lamps. She was still very petite, though tall. And in Theon's eyes she suddenly seemed particularly delicate. So much so that she should be touched carefully like porcelain. That was how he handled her, too. He sank one hand into her hair, combing through it in slow motions, and drew the other toward him. He didn't like the way his body reacted to her closeness. He was beginning to feel more and more insecure, which was turning into a desire to withdraw. He trembled as she slid the last piece of clothing off him. Her fingers slid around his loins, and he felt extremely insecure at that moment. He didn't understand how he could have allowed himself to be naked in front of a woman when he was mutilated like this. He lowered his gaze, glad that Lys was shielding him with her own body. The contact with her skin was incredible. How pleasurable it was to feel her all over him. She clung to him with almost every millimeter, trembling softly, covered in goosebumps. He had no idea if it was caused by the cold or his touch, but Theon dared to guess that it might have been the latter, which on the one hand seemed to be arousing, but on the other it was unsettling.

- Let's get in that tub already. - He said calmly, breaking the tension. - I feel dirty. - He added, looking at the stool on which the servants had placed various oils, soap and clean towels.

- I will wash you. - she said into his ear, then giggled softly.

The water was still hot to the point of scalding, but it was pleasant in its own way. Especially in contrast to the coldness of the chamber. Lys sat down in front of him, her arms around his knees that were sticking out of the water.

-I must tell you something, Theon. - she announced with a look of innocence and sparkling eyes.

He smiled, though without knowing why the words troubled him. He wrinkled his eyebrows a bit in a questioning expression.

- What's that?

- Don't be mad at me, but... I blew your brush.

There was a silence, during which only the sea and the splash of the bath water could be heard.

- The wire one? - he made sure.

Lys nodded slowly and a suppressed smile appeared on her lips.

- Where did you dump it? - He asked in a suspiciously calm tone.

- 'Into the sea... But, Theon... No normal person washes themselves with a wire brush. I couldn't look at it. You were hurting yourself! - she was fighting back.

- How am I supposed to wash myself clean now? - he asked with barely audible reproach in his voice.

Under the water she found his hand, squeezing it gently.

- I said I would wash you. - She smiled apologetically. - Clean.

- You would have done better with a brush...

- 'Theon, please stop with the bloody brush... Are you tired of flaying?

She rolled her eyes in exasperation, and Theon giggled defensively at the mention of skinning.

- All right... - he agreed uncertainly. - But I'll wash you first. Also clean.

- Can you wash without a wire brush? - she asked with a sneer, causing him to splash water in her eyes.

He grabbed her so that she was forced to turn her back to him and then gently pulled her towards him.

- Come here to me you mouthy girl. - his voice trembled as his body reacted as before, moved by her proximity.

It was a strange and unsettling feeling to say the least. It was incomparable to anything else. Something similar often accompanied him when he held her in his arms in the evening before going to sleep. He would look at her and a desire would arise in his body, which would fade when he remembered that he was not a complete man, ready to please her as he should. Theoretically he could please her in many different ways, but she had shown no interest in that direction for a very long time. Subconsciously Theon was very afraid that someone, especially the bastard Bolton, could take advantage of her. The very thought of it caused him pain. They talked about many things, but never returned to what had taken place at the Dreadfort. It was easier for both of them.

At first Theon washed her hair and when he rubbed the fragrant oil into it he let Lys lean against him. He could feel her again, which made him a little dizzy. The blood was pulsing more and more intensely where his manhood should be and this time he couldn't stop it in any way.

- I think I can do without that brush. - He said into her ear, then kissed her a little lower.

His hands trembled as he spread the soap over her delicate skin. It was so soft and nice to the touch, which Lys responded to in a particularly lovely but also unmistakable way. He could feel her tense up, under his hands. She tilted her head back, resting it on his collarbone. He washed her carefully and thoroughly. He knew that in the meantime he was tenderly kissing her neck, not helping his control one bit. He couldn't do otherwise, though. He didn't want to stop kissing her, seeing how pleasurable it was for her. When one of his hands slid between her legs and she squealed softly, he was sure the avalanche had started. He realized there was no point in fighting it.

- I... would like to bathe you too. - Lys announced in a trembling voice, turning towards him.

She melted a large amount of soap on her hands, which she then began to rub into his already damp hair with careful movements of her trembling hands. She touched him conservatively, but still, when he felt her hands on him, it paralyzed him for a moment. He felt more confident when he was the one touching her.

- Am I doing something wrong? - she asked carefully, taking his face in her hands. - Please tell me if you are.

- N... no, honey. I'm the one with the problem.

- How can I help you overcome it?

- I don't know... - he replied. - Kiss me.

Lys pressed her lips to his lips placing a kiss on them as gentle as possible. He returned it a little more greedily. She didn't stop at one. She kissed him so relentlessly and everywhere she could, feeling his body give in to it demanding more.

Every touch, even the smallest, still remained innocent and safe. Kisses so subtle, yet fierce at the same time. In the past, Theon had already made love to girls who kissed like this. They were usually young and inexperienced. And in their innocent awkwardness so greedy and thirsty for pleasure.

- You see, Theon...- she spoke to him in a whisper, her hand spreading the soap over his body with incredible gentleness. - Am I not nicer to the touch than a wire brush? - her voice trembled as he responded with a quiet hiss, feeling Lys' hand on the inside of his thigh.

For the first time, Theon did not object. Like a blind man who, having lost his sight, sharpens his other senses, Theon's body became unmercifully sensitive to any kind of touch in that area. He could no longer defend himself. Not at a time like this. He needed her touch so desperately that if she had wanted to leave that tub at that moment, he would have begged her to stay. He couldn't suppress that desire, which was consuming Lys as much as it was consuming him.

- You are...," he answered her through clenched teeth.

Her breathing quickened. He felt its pleasant warmth on his skin. He kissed her lips, biting them gently. He moved his hand along the indentation of her waist, at the same time signaling for her to move even closer, so that there was hardly any space separating them anymore. Lys trembled under his touch, which suddenly seemed bolder and more forceful, while still remaining just as gentle. Her hands remained dangerously close, but this time he couldn't think of anything other than the pleasure coming from it. The reactions of her body were not helping his sanity. Every time his hands traveled over her skin, spreading the soap, she bit her lip, stifling a moan that could have been a plea for more. She submitted to his kisses, sweetly tilting her head back. Caution was as obvious an element in all of this as it was the one that most stimulated her senses.

Her hands slid over grotesque scars, over burned and peeled skin, but to Theon it was not uncomfortable. Most importantly, it no longer hurt. Not that it had ever hurt him with her, for Lys' touch had always been safe and pleasant. Theon remembered as if through a haze the moment when he was like one healing wound, and every action he performed caused him pain. Then she would come and simply hold his hand. Carefully and avoiding the wounds, she would run her fingers over it, and it was the only nice feeling his bruised body allowed him at the time.

Each of the scars broke Lys' heart, but not a single one made her feel like looking away. They were part of him. Her Theon, whom she loved regardless of everything else. And though he usually hid them so tightly under his clothes, he couldn't make them disappear, but to Lysandra it never mattered. There was no thing in the world that could make her stop looking at him through the lens of love.

She could feel them all under her fingers. The rough surface of the letters and the dark places where skin was slowly growing back welcomed her kisses as much as the smooth skin somewhere next to them. And he responded to them all in a way that she didn't want to interrupt for anything in the world. He closed his eyes, muffled every moan and sigh, sometimes even at her lips, which he parted with his own tongue.

- I love you Lys. - He spoke quietly to her, capturing her face with his hands. -I love you as I have never loved anyone before.

Her eyes sparkled, and in the faint light of a few candles, the pupils almost completely took over the blue color of the irises. She kissed him right on the lips and then somewhere below his jawline.

- It's just like me to you, Theon. -she answered directly into his ear. - I love the most in the whole world.

- I love you and you love me. - He said, and a smile appeared on his lips.

- And I want you, Theon. - she said softly into his mouth. - Very, very much. The most in the world.

As she spoke her voice trembled. Theon knew that feeling his hand slide down her hipbones, she couldn't have reacted any other way.

And he wanted her, and that overshadowed any inhibitions. They had reached a breaking point from which there was no turning back. It was no longer possible to hold back the overwhelming need they had at that moment for intimacy and the fulfillment that came from it.

It wasn't long before they were out of the tub and onto the bed. This part of the chamber was darkened, the lamps were out and the only source of light came through the window from the moon.

After coming out of the hot bath, they felt unpleasantly cold, but they protected themselves from it by entwining their bodies tightly to each other in the bedclothes.

As if by accident, her thigh rubbed against the mutilated spot where his manhood had once been.

He could already feel the blood rushing in there, but now he couldn't hold back a loud sigh of pleasure.

He didn't think much of it when his hand imperceptibly found its way between her legs, gently parting her thighs. Her body reacted instantly. Her back arched, her lips parted slightly.

- Theon...

She moaned softly and he kissed her on the lips. As he watched her yield to his touch, he couldn't forgive himself for denying her this for so many months.

At the same time, he could feel her cool fingers still oscillating around the spot between his legs, contrasting with his inflamed skin. He could feel it all over him. The tension that was taking away his senses. While he touched her more and more boldly, Lys still remained cautious. He knew she wanted to give him fulfillment, but she didn't want to hurt him in the process. He didn't want that himself either. He didn't want her to touch him. She could do it anywhere but there. But when she finally asked, he couldn't refuse her in any way.

After all, she loved him, and he loved her and placed boundless trust in her. Her touch was always safe, and she craved it as no one had ever craved it. She kissed him and he kissed her, but when he felt her hand there he froze, biting his lip.

He hadn't known a similar feeling before, where pleasure was so easily combined with humiliation, but it was... remarkably pleasant. So pleasurable, in fact, that his body almost absorbed every, even the slightest touch of her fingers.

- Hey, easy, my love... - she whispered to him. - I just want you to feel good...

The expression on her face was dreamy, her voice still trembling, which was probably caused by what he was doing to her with his fingers.

- It feels good to me... - he said in a whisper that turned into a quiet moan.

Theon wouldn't be able to fool her. His body spoke for itself. Soon it relaxed, allowing him to respond as he desired. He intertwined his free hand with Lys's palm, occasionally squeezing it a little too tightly.

- I love you, Theon. - She whispered into his ear, biting it gently, which sent a nice, even more exciting shiver through him.

- I love you too. - He replied in one breath, between the kisses he lavished on her neck. - I love so much...

Everything about her was so damn sweet. Every moan, every tense of her body, as well as the warmth beating from it, the moist lips on his skin... And most of all, what she was doing to him with her hands. At times it seemed to him that he couldn't stand the feeling any longer. He couldn't get used to it, but at the same time, he didn't want anything more. His body could no longer fight the pleasure he was giving in to, melting under her touch.

He could see that Lys was close. She closed her eyes, parted her lips, which his own tongue greedily traced around. She arched her back with a quiet moan, while he felt the spasms on his fingers digging into her testifying that she was just reaching fulfillment. He did not stop the caress and continued to move them gently and steadily, allowing his lover to enjoy the pleasure of his touch for as long as possible. It was an experience so wonderful that a smile came to his face as he looked at her. With the sweetest voice in the world, Lys kept repeating his name and many other phrases that disappeared somewhere in between their rapid, greedy breaths.

-My... The most wonderful...

Under the influence of the pleasure, her touch became different as well... Or maybe it was the whole situation that influenced him so that he completely lost control. Not a fraction of a second passed and he felt that he could not stand it any longer. He felt as if a fire was circulating inside him, which accumulated somewhere in the area of his lower abdomen, and he could not hold it any longer. It was as pleasant as it was embarrassing. Theon hid his head in Lys's arms, most simply seeking the support of her closeness the moment he was finally about to cross that line... Once he knew he was about to, his hand reacted involuntarily, trying to knock Lys's hand away, but they both knew it was only passive resistance.

- Theon please...just a little more. - she spoke to him quietly and with emotion. - Please, my love please let me please you, let me please you...

He couldn't refuse her. He couldn't resist the way she was asking him. If not for himself then at least for her. Theon let go, and it wasn't long before he felt a wave of delightful warmth and fulfillment spread through his body. Something jerked him so that he was forced to bend in a short spasm, and a loud hiss escaped his lips. He came, coating her hand with semen, which she played with for a second in fascination, spreading it between her fingers, before carelessly wiping it off with her handkerchief. When she wiped it off it was also pleasurable, though he himself at that moment didn't know whether he should rejoice or cry. He bestowed a smile on Lys, in response to the one she too sent his way. He laughed, with joy and relief, but at the same time somewhat hysterically.

-Smile... - Lys giggled.

She touched his face tenderly and then kissed him on the lips extremely gently. He returned the kiss, feeling that everything in him was already beginning to tremble.

Before Lys could tear her lips away from his, the first tears flowed. This was too much for Theon. All these feelings overwhelmed him so much that he felt helpless against them. It felt so good, so pleasurable... And above all, his woman proved to him that it was still possible to satisfy him, and most importantly, that he was capable of satisfying her as well. Theoretically everything should be fine. Theoretically there was not the slightest reason for tears, nevertheless they still flowed along his cheeks. He held them up, but to no avail, and saw the look of concern on Lys' face.

- I'm sorry... I'm sorry... It was nice... But, but...

She just hugged him. Strongly but at the same time tenderly and gently, sinking her hand into his hair, which she stroked with slow movements.

- I know, I know, my love... - she whispered to him with love even breaking through her tone of voice. - If you feel you need to cry, cry... I just want you to know that you don't need to apologize... And... and that I am proud of you. You deserve the best of everything. I love you, Theon. I love you the most in the world.

She wiped away his tears with kisses. Every word she said was so soothing, as if by saying them all she was wrapping him in warmth that would protect him from his doomed feelings. Still, in saying it, she cried too.

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alwayssmiled · 2 years

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This excerpt depicts a conversation between Theon and Lysandra after a prostitute tried to initiate sexual intercourse with him during a feast. Lys, under the influence of alcohol, seeing Theon's reaction decides to salvage the situation... with a kiss. These are their first kisses after Theon's betrayal and captivity with Ramsay. Another important fact is that after what they have both been through they have great trouble sleeping. Lys introduced herself as Darcy Snow for safety and pretended to be Theon's sea wife.

• Don't leave me, because without you I will fall apart even more •

Words: 1800

Ship: Theon Greyjoy x OC Lysandra Stark

Type: lovely, tender, break down trauma

TW: sexual trauma

- Excuse me, you my dear. - Lys turns with a smile towards the woman, who has abruptly withdrawn her hand. - But I am a little possessive. - She lowers her tone to a provocative whisper. - And I know that no one can please my man like I can.

Theon has panic in his eyes, which momentarily turns into a nervous, giggling, bordering on crying. There's a kind of madness in it, something absolutely incorrigible, which Lys momentarily picks up on with increasing alarm.

- Come on Laughing, let's get out of here. - she says, tenderly taking his hand. She herself also makes a fake burst of laughter so that Theon does not look crazy.

She can see how emotionally disturbed he is. He loses himself in all his actions, he is unpredictable, absolutely unstable and fragile to the point of being almost porcelain. How seemingly small things are able to upset the balance he so meticulously tries to maintain. Lys holds his hand the entire time.

They walk out through the tangle of corridors heading towards the chambers. Theon is still laughing. Silently and hysterically, though tears stream from his eyes. With all his strength, he painfully presses his wounded fingers into Lysandra's palm.

-Au, it hurts Theon. - She speaks to him calmly while they stop under the torch in one of the corridors. - I don't know what's happening to you, but remember, it can only get better now.

Theon just shakes his head nervously, looking into her eyes with despair. He is so very shaken.

-It will never get better. - he says in a whisper.

Lys reflexively wants to embrace him. To hold him in a tight embrace, not letting go until he is calm again. Still, she is cautious. She does not intend to hurt him with an unwanted touch. He even blames himself for that kiss, the one that could have shattered him so emotionally.

Instead, she gently runs her fingers over the top of his hand. She, too, is lost in his feelings, which are uncontrollable and explosive like wildfire. In the face of them, she feels helpless.

-Tell me, Theon... - he finally gets it. - Tell me what not to do so I don't hurt you even more.

Theon grips her hands tightly again, intertwining them with his own.

-Don't leave me. - she answers with a plea in her voice. - Don't leave me, because without you I will fall apart even more.

Theon knows that if it were not for the alcohol flowing in his veins, he would never, ever have made such a confession. He couldn't ask her to do such a thing after what he did when he betrayed Robb.

Lysandra, however, melts under his words, feeling that she is on the verge of crying. With the edge of her hand, she subtly wipes the tears from his cheeks. Her touch is so gentle, and her smile is as sad as it is hopeful. Theon likes the way Lys usually looks at him. Her eyes have a shrewd look, often even considered cold, but whenever she looks at him he sees warm, pleasant sparks in them.

-I will not leave you. - she says with conviction in her voice. - I promise.

-Darcy speaking or Lysandra?

-Lysandra.

-Who kissed me just now? - His voice trembles slightly. - Darcy, or Lys?

When he asks, he looks deep into her eyes, still clasping his fingers tightly on her hand, but so as not to cause her any more pain with it.

- Lys. - She says, slightly confused. - I'm sorry, I'm afraid I might have hurt you with that. I see how you react to touch...

Darcy may have kissed him to keep up appearances, but Lys had to do it out of desire. She must have felt something that drove her to this madness. Theon, however, does not understand. He cannot find a single reason why Lysandra Stark might want to kiss his lips. Even so, he subconsciously knows that she only did it because she wanted to.

-But yours is different... safe. You can touch me if you want, I like it when you hold my hand and.... - she says slowly, then bites her lower lip hard. - Just please, don't do it in an erotic way... - in his voice sounds resignation, falling almost into despair. - It won't be like before. Never.

Lys nods with understanding. He doesn't ask for reasons. He accepts it without the slightest confrontation.

-Shall we go now?

Theon agrees, so they move forward. He is no longer laughing, but Lys still sees a shakiness and instability in him that makes her uneasy.

-I'm not leaving you. - she says when they reach the door of his chamber. - Not even for this night.

Theon sits down on the bed, hastily throwing off his shoes. He wraps his arms around her knees, hiding his head between them. He closes his eyes, trying to calm his frantic thoughts, but only when he feels her nearness does something like relief appear. Lys sits down behind him and puts her arms around him, her head resting on his shoulder. She intertwines her hands with Theon's.

-I'm afraid to fall asleep. Every day. - confesses Theon almost in a whisper. - I am so afraid to fall asleep. Sleep is bad.

-I know, Theon. - Lys says. - I know because I, too, am afraid to sleep.

She hugs him tightly, but at the same time with incredible gentleness.

-So will you stay? - asks Theon quietly.

Lys nods, smiling softly.She throws off her dress, which she hangs carelessly over the bed frame, wearing only a thin petticoat.

Theon folds the outgoing garment into a cube and sets it aside, momentarily covering his wounded body with a shirt and then the bedclothes. Lys climbs into bed with him and lays her head on his shoulder with a smile.

-I'll be with you all night. You can sleep soundly. And when you dream something bad, I'll do oh yes. - she whispers, squeezing his hand tightly. - And I will pull you out of a bad dream.

Theon smiles subtly turning his head towards her. He is glad for her presence. When she is by his side he always feels more stable, but the thought of how badly he has been maimed takes away much of the joy of her closeness as a woman.

-What if you dream something bad? - she asks rhetorically.

-You will do the same. - she answers again with a demonstrative squeeze of his hand.

-What if we both sleep? Then we won't help each other.

-When one of us wakes up, he will see that he is not alone.

Lys looking up at him smiles softly. The light of the full moon makes sure no detail escapes him. She smiles a lot, and Theon likes it a lot. Especially since he noticed that she smiles at him in a special way. Different than to the others. The smile for him is sweet. To the others it's usually polite, sometimes cynical, and to him it's always the sweetest thing in the world.

- You thought of it nicely. - says Theon with his free hand, pushing a strand of her hair out of her face.

-Sansa and I made that up when we were kids. - she tells him in a whisper. - When Old Nanny told us about the Others, we were both afraid to sleep. So I'd come to Sansa's bed, or she'd come to mine, and we'd come up with this sleight of hand. The most interesting thing is that I, though I was older, was more afraid. - She giggled at the end.

-I was afraid of the Kraken, although I have it in my coat of arms. And my sister wasn't nice enough to let me sleep in my own bed.

-Kraken? Do they exist? - asks Lys with a smile.

-And the White Walkers exist? - Theon smiles subtly.

-So what was it about the Kraken?

-We have a legend in Pyke that says that the rightful heir to the Throne of the Sea Stone, with the help of a sea witch's sorcery, is able to awaken the Kraken sleeping at the bottom of the sea, which from then on will be under his control. My older brothers once told me that they themselves had gone to the witch and the Kraken was in their service, and silly little Theon of course had to believe them.

-Little silly Theon. - Repeats Lys with a smile, her fingers gently trailing over his shoulder. - Are you still terrified of the Kraken?

-No, not anymore. - he denies sadly. - Worse things come back in dreams.

Theon weaves their fingers together again, so that the only distance between them is their clothes. Their bodies, hands and even legs are entwined in an unbreakable embrace that feels remarkably pleasant.

-It's safer this way. - he says, squeezing her hand tightly for a moment.

-Decided.

-And you, Lys, are you still afraid of the Others?

The girl shakes her head ambiguously, as if pondering the answer.

-They're still scary...-she answers. - But I have met people who make the White Walkers seem especially friendly.

-Kraken is probably friendly too. Little Theon was more afraid of the people who would take control of him than the monster itself.

-When Dad found out that Sansa and I were afraid of the Others, he told us that the worst monsters were humans. Then silly little Lys didn't understand.

Theon touches the edge of her face with his free hand, gently running his fingertips over it.

-I'm sorry little Lys had to figure it out in the end.

-I'm sorry that little Theon has come to know things more terrifying than the Kraken resting at the bottom of the sea.

Theon sends her a sad smile, and his fingers continue to gently roam over Lys's cheek, causing a very pleasant feeling of excitement. He runs them over the scratches decorating the area around her temples.

-I have a question... -he says, tenderly stroking the places where she hurt herself.

-So I'm listening.

-Can I kiss little Lys good night? - he asks with embarrassment written in her lowered gaze.

Lysandra smiles gently and gives him permission.

-I didn't ask. - she said, blushing. - You don't have to ask either…

Theon returns the smile and, with surprising care, connects their lips in a short, sweet kiss that he repeats two more times. Lys returns it in a similar manner. Subtle and asexual, but at the same time with great commitment. Theon smiles in his own way. Radiant and charming.

-I wish dreams were better after this. - He whispers to Lys.

-I wish they were, too. But if they were still terrible, remember I'm with you all the time. Good night Theon.

-Good night, Lys. -Good night. May you have a nice dream. You deserve nice dreams.

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ao3jamiexbrienne · 4 years

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Lannister Blood

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by TillyPopp

Words: 15921, Chapters: 5/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Game of Thrones (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/M

Relationships: Robb Stark/Lysandra Lannister, Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth, Theon Greyjoy/Sansa Stark

Additional Tags: Angst, Magic, Action/Adventure, Adventure & Romance, Fantasy, Sibling Love, Personal Growth, Romance, Love, Dark Past, Forgiveness, Loss

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ao3feed-briennejaime · 4 years

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Lannister Blood

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3j2g8ij

by TillyPopp

Words: 5319, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Game of Thrones (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/M

Relationships: Robb Stark/Lysandra Lannister, Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth, Theon Greyjoy/Sansa Stark

Additional Tags: Angst, Magic, Action/Adventure, Adventure & Romance, Fantasy, Sibling Love, Personal Growth, Romance, Love, Dark Past, Forgiveness, Loss

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3j2g8ij

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #jaime x brienne #braime

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