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Ignored pt. 2

Theon Greyjoy x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1492 words

Warnings: none

Summary:  Theon’s wife leaves the Iron Isle and wanders around until she finds herself in the arms of someone else.

Part 1

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You couldn't believe how he was reacting.

Maybe hastily boarding a smugglers ship to a foreign land was a bad idea, or at least far too rash for a woman of your standing. Still, you didn't understand why your husband was reacting like you were the irrational one.

You had been more than understanding of all his requests. When he wanted to leave you in the north to go home, without any idea when he would be back, you allowed him to do so without so much as a word.

All you wanted was a lousy letter every few weeks but even that was clearly far too much for him.

In fact, during your entire exchange with the man, you found little evidence of your letters at all which meant that he either wasn't getting them, or didn't even bother to save them in the first place. So, you asked.

You interrupted his very heated berating of your character to ask him exactly where all your letters had gone.

"I burned them, and scattered the ash to the sea" he replied, not even bothering to lie to you. Perhaps it was his anger making him more bold, or perhaps it was something else entirely. Perhaps the male was just trying to drive you away.

In any case, it worked.

Once again, Theon had made you look like a fool.

You had  boarded that ship with nothing planned, stupid enough to believe that he would actually be glad to see you. In reality, he had just tossed away all that time, effort, and love like one of your unread letters.

...But when you stopped to think about it, maybe you shouldn't have been shocked.

After all, Theon had been an excellent husband when he had nothing else to worry about but perhaps now that he had everything he'd always wanted, he didn't need you.

He wasn't alone in the world anymore, some little boy tossed to the wolves like trash. He was back home, and with that came his real family and the title he'd been born with. It was possible he just didn't need you to distract him anymore.

So, you did the only logical thing you could think of.

You sat in the sand, staring out into the deep darkness of the water as it rolled up to where you were sitting. The salt-dense water drenched your clothing and exposed skin but you didn't pay it any mind.

Instead, you let your tears fall and mix with the salt water beneath you without a care in the world.

Theon didn't even bother to chase you as you stormed out of the room, and out of the castle, never looking back. No one else stopped you either, assuming that you were just some common woman being hysterical.

If only they knew.

If only you were back in the north. If only you had anyone to be by your side, to show you that you mattered to them and that you weren't just some disposable thing. Right now, you just wanted to be back home, but you couldn't have been farther away.

See, when you boarded that ship, you assumed that you wouldn't need to worry about going back to Winterfell. You foolishly assumed that your husband would welcome you with open arms into his new life, even if you had gone behind his back.

You hadn't even stopped to consider that Theon may actually turn you away in the way he did, because you thought that he loved you.

Even thinking about it made you want to be ill. How could you have been so stupid?

You asked yourself that over and over again as you fiddled with the gold wedding band on your finger. Theon had it made by the blacksmith just for you, and you still remembered how ecstatic you had been the first time you saw it.

At that time, it was your most prized possession but all it was now was a reminder of your foolishness. It was a reminder that you weren't even good enough for the man who claimed to love you.

So, without so much as a second thought, you slipped the small metal band from your finger and tossed it into the sea. With a tiny splash, it was gone, lost to the salty depths but you felt nothing as it sunk.

In some ways, it lessened the weight of your own heart as you stood from the sand, paying no mind to the mess it had made of your gown and rushed as quickly as you could to the fjords.

With any luck, you would be able to get a ride with a fisherman, or a trader, or anyone. It didn't matter, as long as you got as far away from the place as humanly possible and you never looked back.

It was quite the journey back to the north, where you found that in your absence, the people of Winterfell decided you a traitor as well as your husband. You now had not an alley in the world, without a husband, a family, or a home.

However, you kept as positive as you could, and just kept going north until you found yourself outside the Dreadfort. You had no idea what it was at the time, but in ending up there, you found the one place in the world you would find refuge.

While the current position of the House Bolton was up in the air and you had no real way of knowing if they would kill you or not, you had to hope for the best. After all, your father had fought beside Roose Bolton in the War of the Five Kings, and that had to count for something.

If nothing else, it was worth a shot.

You didn't really  have many other places to go.

Naturally the man was shocked to see you there, shivering on his front step but he let you in nonetheless. As far as he was concerned, you had married the wrong man but you were still of the North.

Turning you away to the elements would only ensure your death, and why would he do that when you could be of so much more use to him alive?

"You're quite far from home aren't you, little one?" Roose hummed, reaching out to offer a hand to you which you took slowly. It gave him just enough leverage to lead you further into the castle, and you followed without hesitation.

Even the dark, mysterious and potentially dangerous confines of the dark castle were better than the bitter cold. You had been born of the winter but you were human and had been travelling without shelter for hours.

Your skin pricked when you sat before the fire, your attention fully on the older man who you assumed would have a number of questions for you regarding where you had come from. Though, Roose Bolton just kept looking at you across the table for a few minutes in silence.

When he finally did speak, you stopped in your tracks. His voice was intimidating, and boomed in the close quarters of the room, where it was just the two of you.

"What were you doing all the way out here, all alone?" he wondered finally, not seeing any reason why a woman like you would be wandering around so close to the wall with no one to accompany you.

That was the question of the year wasn't it? How did you end up here, entirely alone when you should have been with your husband on the iron isles. If you knew, you wouldn't have been sitting there in the first place.

"I didn't know where else to go, I was hoping I could take refuge here for a while" you shrugged, hoping that you weren't being too presumptions in what you were asking. It wasn't lost on you that Roose Bolton owed you nothing but he didn't even hesitate before he nodded.

"Of course, I'll send word to your father of your arrival in the morning" he suggested, and while you weren't sure that would even gather any kind of results, you nodded anyway. "You will stay here in the south wing until we get word from him"

There was something so casual about the way he spoke before he stood from the table, gesturing for you to do the same before you had even processed what he was saying. "My son, Ramsay will show you there" he informed, taking you all the way there before leaving entirely.

As strange as the man was, you knew better that to give it a single thought, seeing as he was helping you out so much in your time of need.

Roose taking his absence left you alone with the young man he had called Ramsay, and from that moment on, your life was never going to be the same...whether you knew it or not.

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Alliance pt. 2

Requested by @billliemaximoff:  This is more of an add on rather than a request but can you possibly continue the Ned stark X reader? The one where he remarry a after cat dies, I’d love to see interactions with the children and they eventually warm up to her (ESPECIALLY Jon because she doesn’t care he’s a bastard she just wants them to like her and not think she’s takin the place of their mother, the children and Ned end up caring for her and she cares for them! ) Starks deserve more fluffy fanfic and who better than you! 💖Plus several others here and on Wattpad!!

Here you are! I do not own ANY Stark, Jon, Theon or Lysa. They belong to George R.R.Martin.

Part 1

Warnings: Some fluff and some angst.

Pairings: Eddard “Ned” Stark x fem!reader, Mentions of all the Stark children, Jon Snow, Theon Greyjoy,  Lysa Arryn.

“Y/N! Look!” Sansa cried, running into the room with a wide smile. She came up to you, the fabric in her hands fluttering behind her, as well as Septa Mordane. “My first dress! I did it all by myself!” she told you proudly. Septa Mordane cleared her throat and Sansa blushed. “Well, Septa Mordane helped a little.” You grinned at her and held out your hand to examine the dress. “You did a wonderful job, Sansa. It is lovely.” Ned came into the room in time to hear Sansa say, “Thank you, Mother.”

              You had been married to Ned for a little over a year now. You had done your best as his wife, despite his initial coldness toward you. You fawned over and helped his children as much as possible. You found little things in common with each of them, even Theon and Jon. “Hello, lord husband,” you greeted when you saw Ned and he gave you a rare smile. You turned back to Sansa. “I’m not your mother, Sansa.” Her brows furrowed. “But you care for me like a mother would. You are married to my father.”

              “True, but I am not here to take your mother’s place.” Sansa nodded and kissed your cheek. She pulled back and asked, “May I still call you Mother?” You glanced over at Ned, who nodded. “If you wish.” Sansa grinned and left the room. Ned cleared his throat and you glanced over at him. “Is there something you require?” you asked him.

              Ned’ hands were clasped in front of him and he looked nervous. “Not at all. I simply wished to tell you that Lady Lysa Arryn is traveling to Winterfell.” You hummed. “She wishes to size up the woman who has taken her sister’s place in your family.” Once more, Ned had to fight back a chuckle at your observation. He found that happening more and more lately. “I am certain that isn’t it. I’m sure she only wishes to visit with her nieces and nephews.”

              You gave him a pointed look. “Lord Hus-Ned. You know that’s not true.” You got up and smoothed down the skirts of your dress. “However, I will try and remain positive. For you and for the children. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I told Arya I would have tea with her this afternoon.” You got up and left the room, leaving Ned to wonder how he was going to get through Lysa’s visit.

              A few weeks later, Bran climbed down from the ramparts and ran over to you. “Mother! Aunt Lysa is here! I saw her carriage.” You smiled down at him. “Thank you, Bran, but do me a favor, at least for your aunt’s visit.” Bran cocked his head to the side. “No climbing. Just for now, okay?” He nodded and ran away again.

              You joined your new family at the gates of Winterfell, ready to greet Lysa. Your gaze scanned the family and you frowned. “Jon, why are you and Theon standing back there?” Jon’s dark eyes looked at you in surprise. “Because it’s my place, Lady Stark. I’m a bastard.” You  glanced over at Ned. He could see the wheels turning in your head and knew exactly what you wanted. After he nodded, you turned back to Jon and Theon. “You both are part of this family and I expect you both to act like it. If you are back there, then I should be back there as well.”

              “F-Father?” Jon stuttered and Ned smiled. “You heard her.” Timidly, Jon and Theon both took their places at the end of the line. Jon gave you a soft smile. Of all the children, you seemed to get along with Jon the best, just another way you were different from Catelyn. Try as he might, Ned couldn’t help but compare you to her. In a lot of ways, you were alike, but there were more differences.

              All conversation ended when Lysa’s carriage pulled to a stop. The auburn haired woman stepped down and her eyes immediately went to you. They narrowed and you did your best not to shrink away under the harsh glare. “So, you are the woman replacing my sister?” Her accusatory tone made you straighten to your full height and glare back. “With all due respect, Lady Arryn, I am not trying to replace anyone.”

              You could tell that everyone was holding their breath, waiting to see what Lysa would do or say. She just huffed and moved on, greeting her sister’s children. Then she came to Jon and Theon. “Since when do we let bastards greet the highborn as a member of the family. "Jon is a member of our family. He is Ned’s son just as much Robb, Bran, and Rickon are.” You weren’t going to let her insult Jon.

              “Eddard, perhaps you would accompany me to the crypt? I should like to pay my respects.” Ned nodded and started walking away. As he passed you, he gave your arm a reassuring squeeze. He knew without you saying a word that Lysa was rubbing you the wrong way. As soon as Lysa was out of sight, you breathed a sigh of relief.

               "Aunt Lysa doesn’t like you,“ Arya said and you laughed. "I noticed. Now run along. The two of you have your lessons and your brothers have training.” The children all scattered and you knew you wouldn’t see them again until the feast that night. The feast that would end up changing your relationship with Ned forever.

              You were seated between Lysa and Ned when Sansa came up to you. Her eyes were shining with unshed tears. “Mother, Arya…she’s ruined my dress.” You motioned for her to come around the table while you stood. You then motioned to Robb, who escorted Arya over, along with young Rickon and Bran. You took a look at Sansa’s dress. “It’s not ruined, Sweetling. We can get that out easily. For now, I think you should go to bed. Leave the dress out. I will deal with it.”

              “Thank you, Mother. Goodnight.” She hugged you and left. Robb brought the three younger children over as well. They all hugged you and kissed your cheeks. “Goodnight, Mother,” they all said. After the children were gone, you took your seat once more. From the corner of your eye, you could see Lysa’s face turning bright red.

              “You let them call her ‘Mother’?” she hissed before turning to you, “You are not their mother. You will never be my sister.” You shook your head and replied, “I am not trying to be. They call me 'Mother’ because they want to. I have never tried to be your sister.” Lysa didn’t seem to hear you as she continued to trash your good name. You could feel yourself getting upset, but you never expected Ned to come to your defense.

              “Enough, Lysa. Y/N is Lady Stark. She is my wife and I will not have you speaking to or of her in such a manner. While it is true that she is not Catelyn, Y/N has tried her best to fill the void in the children’s lives that Cat’s death left behind. She has been the best Lady Stark she could be. I will not let you tear her down and destroy the light she brings to our home.”

              You were actually crying now. Jon came over and took your hand. “Come on, Mother. I’ll escort you to your chambers.” You glanced at Ned. He smiled and gave your other hand a squeeze. “Go on. I’ll join you shortly.” Nodding, you got up and left the grand room, ignoring the sour look on Lysa’s face.

              Once you were in your chambers, you began pacing. You never expected Ned to come to aid like that. While he wasn’t a cruel man, he hadn’t shown you very much of his gentle side. The door opened slowly and a small face appeared. Rickon. “Mother?” You smiled and gestured for him to come in. He opened the door the rest of the way to reveal all the Stark children, including Jon.

              “Are you alright?” Robb asked. You nodded. “Come here,” you whispered. Rickon and Sansa came to you first, but the others followed suit. “What are you all doing here?” you asked. Arya climbed onto your and Ned’s bed. “Jon told us Aunt Lysa wasn’t very nice to you. You were sad.” You sat down on the bed next to her and ran your hand through her hair before kissing her forehead. “I will be alright. You needn’t worry yourselves.”

              Somehow, while you were talking, all the children ended up on the bed with you. When Ned finally made his way to your shared chambers, he was confused to see the door open. He poked his head in and his heart nearly melted at the sight. You were in the center of the bed, leaning against the pillows, with all his children around you. You were telling them some kind of story that had them enraptured.

              Not wanting to interrupt, but needing to talk to you, Ned reluctantly cleared his throat. Everyone’s heads snapped over to him. “I need to speak to Y/N and you all should be in bed,” he said firmly, but gently. The children all kissed you and left the room. You stood and faced your husband.

              “Thank you, Ned. You didn’t have to do that.” Ned cleared his throat again and you could see he was a little nervous. It was unlike him. “Yes I did. You are my wife.” You shrugged. “Lysa’s right though. I’m no Catelyn Stark.” Ned took a step closer to you and took your hands. “No you aren’t, and I love that about you. If you were exactly like Cat, her memory would haunt me forever. This place would be as cold as the winds outside the walls.” He paused, watching your face.

              “Y/N, I will always love Cat. Nothing will change that, but I believe there is enough love in my heart for another. For you, if you will let me.” You fought back a dreamy sigh. Your husband really had a way with words. “I care very much for you, Ned. And for the children. I would like to have the chance to love you,” you whispered. Ned smiled and brought your hands up to his lips.

(a/n: I hope this lives up to your expectations!)

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Ignored

Theon Greyjoy x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1860 words

Warnings: just angsty...don’t really expect a happy ending from this one. 

Summary: Theon's bride in Winterfell writes to him every day he's on the iron islands, but what happens when he never replies? 

Part 2

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You knew that you should hate him for everything he'd done. He'd tried to take over your father's castle, he tried to take Winterfell, he slaughtered those young boys and so many other northerners. 

He had done so much bad, and caused so much pain for the people you cared about most, but that didn't change the fact that you were his wife and that you loved him. 

Even though you wished that you didn't. 

Theon was a coward and a fool, but more than anything, he was lost. 

He had no direction, he had no one in his corner other than you and yet when you begged him to take you with him to the iron islands, he refused. 

It was too dangerous, he claimed. He told you that you would likely be killed if you went anywhere near his father's lands but you didn't believe it. 

There was no way old Greyjoy would dare kill you, knowing what he knew about your family. 

If your father caught wind of your murder, it would start a war that the iron islands just couldn't afford. At this point, you were basically untouchable, a beauty in a foreign land. 

Still, you didn't argue when he suggested that you stay. 

If Theon didn't want to take you, it would likely remain that way even with you by his side. He had something to prove to his father, and his people, something he didn't need you to be there for. 

It was a bit of a slap in the face on your end, but who were you to argue? You had to help clean up the mess he'd made after all. 

Winterfell was without a leader, with Robb gone away to war and the girls presumably dead. Every Stark, aside from Bran were no longer in the north, and he would need guidance to help him rule. 

After all, his blood was of the wolf but it would still take some work to get the brutish men of the north to follow a crippled boy. 

He was just going to have to prove himself to them, and while it wouldn't be easy, you had faith that he could do it. 

You sat at your desk, a quill perched between your fingers as you stared at the parchment. 

Since Theon left, you took to writing him to keep him updated in what was happening in the north, and to check up on him. While you'd yet to get a response, you kept sending them. 

Eventually, the man you loved would answer your inquires, or so you hoped. 

You feared the worst in the beginning. 

You feared that he'd been killed, or was being held captive by his vile, torturous father. You prayed each night to the old gods and the new for his safety, but never heard a word from him in conformation. 

And even still, you sat admiring the paper as it mocked you. 

You knew that this letter would be no different than the last, and that it would go unanswered as well, but you didn't care. 

This ritual of writing to him was the only thing keeping you sane as you grasped onto the life you'd lived before. 

You longed for those mornings when you woke up by his side, bathing in the warmth of the furs that surrounded you. You wanted nothing more than to hear him talk about his homeland one more time, as if he'd never see it again. 

You wanted Theon to love you again, but you had this creeping feeling in the pit of your stomach that day would never come. 

Now that he had the kingdom he'd been searching for all that time, he didn't need you to occupy his attention any longer. 

Each word you wrote took a piece of your soul with it, and at the time that you addressed it with his name, you felt empty once more. You sent all the grief and resentment and anger you had been feeling away with it, and didn't look back. 

You were in the clear once again, until of course, you would write him again in a few days. 

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The letter arrived a few weeks from the day you'd sent it, and was immediately brought to Theon's hands. 

However, as soon as it touched his flesh, it burned with the emotion and pain you sent within the pages. 

He knew that whatever was held within the confines of the ink, would likely break his heart once again, though he couldn't bring himself to actually reply to you. 

In truth, it was more guilt than anything. 

Theon knew that he could have very easily brought you alongside him to the iron islands, but didn't want to for purely selfish reasons. 

You represented everything he'd done wrong in his life, you represented everything he was ashamed of his past and he wanted to just forget it all. 

He wanted to move on, and be the Lord he had always meant to be. 

And bringing you along felt like a step in the wrong direction, though he knew it was wrong to just leave you behind. 

It was wrong to throw you away like a toy he'd finished playing with. 

But he couldn't help it. 

He had to take back what was rightfully his. He had to become the lord of the iron islands, and he couldn’t do that with a girl from the north on his arm. 

The northerners were seen as traitors in these parts as of late and not only was it dangerous to bring you there to meet his father, but it was also stupid. It would ruin his image and might even get you killed. 

It just wasn’t going to work. 

Even understanding that though, it broke his heart to hold your letter in his hands, to feel the paper beneath his fingers in the same place you’d touched. 

It felt wrong of him to do so, but he couldn’t help himself as he tossed the paper to the side. 

Reading it would only make the distance worse for him. 

“I am sorry my love, I truly am” he whispered to himself, retrieving it, only to hold it over the burning candle flame. 

The edge caught fire and the rest of the sheet followed close behind until there was nothing left but ash. 

~ 

Shockingly, that was the last letter from you that Theon received. He thought maybe you had gotten busy with something, or perhaps you just didn’t feel like being ignored any longer. 

Both were good assumptions, however, both assumptions your husband made, were wrong. 

You had been busy, though not with anything he would have assumed, and while you were tired of being ignored, you were in the process of making sure it wouldn’t happen again. 

Weeks after sending out your letter and again receiving nothing back from Theon, you decided that enough was enough. You decided that if you were ever going to see him again, you were going to have to do something absolutely crazy. 

And something crazy you did.

You set off on a voyage to the iron islands, knowing that if you were face to face with your darling husband, he couldn’t ignore you.

You just had to know what it was the had driven him so far away from you. Perhaps if you got your answers, it wouldn’t hurt so bad ever time you caught a glimpse of the band on your finger. 

Your wedding had been the happiest day of your entire life, the day when you could finally call yourself Mrs.Greyjoy. You thought that Theon was happy too, though you found yourself questioning that more and more as the days passed. 

If you truly were his one and only, if you truly were the woman that he loved, why was he acting this way? Why was he avoiding you like some horrible plague?

You had never done anything but be kind to him, and treat him well. You made sure that he was fed and happy, so why was it that he wouldn’t even return a stupid written letter? 

The answer should have been obvious, but it wasn’t. 

It wasn't…until you found yourself on the cold shore of the iron islands. 

Instantly, you were met by a caravan of guards, all riding horses and brandishing impressive swords. 

They threatened you, saying they would do horrible things and poking and prodding at you like a piece of meat, however, that all stopped when you told them who you were. 

The words ‘Theon Greyjoy’s wife’ were uttered, and honestly, that was the last thing of note that happened with them. 

The next thing you knew, you were standing in front of him, shame and sadness shining in your eyes as he yelled. 

“What do you think you’re doing? Do you know what could have happened? Why do you think I wasn’t responding to your letters? I was trying to keep you alive and then you went and pulled this? Are you trying to make a joke out of me?” 

He went on and on for what seemed like hours but at some point you checked out. You weren’t going to let him treat you that way, not after everything you’d been through just so the two of you could be together. 

You had just been on a smugglers ship for days, and he had the nerve to yell at you as if you’d done something wrong. 

“Maybe if you had answered just one of my letters, I wouldn’t have had to come” You barked back, shocked that he was actually upset with you. 

What kind of husband would react this way when his wife arrived to surprise him?

“Am I not your wife Theon? Did you not pledge to love me until the end of your days? Why are you being so cold to me?” you wondered, your voice much quieter now. 

You were clearly much more broken than he originally realized. All you wanted was for him to love you, and he’d been neglecting you. 

You were so tired of being ignored by the man you loved so much. You had always done anything you could for him, and had no limits to the lengths you were willing to go. 

It simply wasn’t okay. 

All he could do was huff as he tried to think through all the words and feelings that were swirling around in his head. He had no idea what to say that would make it all better. 

There really wasn’t something to say. 

“I am, but this is something different entirely. I am to be Lord of the iron islands, and I can’t do that with a northerner on my arm” he groaned, pretty obviously wrapped up in what he wanted. 

You hated him more than anything in this moment, for making a fool of you, for lying to you, for treating you this way. 

Perhaps if his title was so important to him, you should leave him to pursue it on his own...after all, that was why he wanted, wasn’t it? 

You wouldn’t be ignored any longer. 

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