Recently watched the season four of Game of Thrones and realized the perfect quote from Olenna Tyrell to Sansa in the Wedding Purple. At Joffrey's wedding, Olenna speaks with Sansa, expressing her condolences for the fate of her family and inviting her and Tyrion to visit Highgarden.
Like I said before I am new member of this fandom, so don't know if exist some fanfic Sanrion about this. But, if don't, think will be amazing ideia write about Sanrion travells to Highgarden or another place, could be your honeymoon, where finally them can be yourself and be happy. Romantically? Friendship? Just please, do it!
anon requested: i have absolutely no idea if you are taking requests, but i just found your blog and i adore it so i was wondering if you could possibly write a theon imagine post ramsay were he and the reader slowly fall in love and it's kinda cheesy and like a love at first sight but i just want to smol be to be happy. kinda based on the sonh falling slowly from once? sorry and thank you
notes: ok yes i know i took awhile but i hope that you’ll still like this (and maybe i took off in a diff direction) enjoy ♡♡
Theon eyed the foreign city before his eyes, looking at people and his sister’s men as they drank their ale with a couple of naked women on their laps. His sister has on her lap, and he looked down. He was feeling incomplete, mentally and physically. It has been a while since he held a girl, or even bedded someone, and he was having doubts if he can do it.
“This is a beautiful city,” somebody said. “Why are you sulking?”
He looked to his right where a girl offered him a drink. He eyed it, and he was about to turn it down when she spoke again. “It’s not poisoned. If that’s what you’re worried about.”
“You’re not from here?” Theon asked the lady and she sat closer and faced him.
“Obviously,” she retorted with a grin, “You’re from the Iron Islands.”
Theon was about to ask, but she rolled her eyes. “That giant thing on your chest is very hard to ignore. Greyjoys, am I right?”
“Yes,” he said. He drank the one he was offered and he immediately gulped it down as the wine was sweet, spicy and was cold in a way it was sprinkled with something else. “What is your name?”
The Greyjoy before you asked for your name and you introduced yourself. There was sadness in his aura and he looked out of place without having somebody on his lap or even a drink. His cheeks was tinted with a blush when you reached out for his hand. Although there was something cold and sad in him, you saw a glimpse of warmness and happiness in him.
“Theon,” he slurred.
“Theon,” you said testing out the name on your tongue. You firmly held his hand, “The next time you plan to sulk around, shout for me.”
He chuckled, nodding as he shied away. You started to walk away, and his heart pounded. He was feeling confident and the drank shook his being into something warm for a while, “Will I see you again?”
The question stunned you for a minute, smiling at him. “Goodnight, Theon.”
Theon shut the door’s room with a heavy sigh as the moon disappeared from the onyx sky and the stars sparkled. He doesn’t want to sleep just yet, doesn’t want to ruin the beautiful moment. Doesn’t want to have nightmares just yet. He wanted to cherish this day as best as he can, but his groggy body betrayed him as his breaths were even and his body went slumped against the soft bed.
Whenever he closes his eyes to sleep, he can feel the winter cold on his warm skin. He can feel Ramsay’s breath on his skin, mocking him, insulting him, slaving him- mentally and physically. He can feel it. He can still feel it.
Thunderous poundings were on his door as several men shouted on the other end. “Shut it down, will ya?”
He hasn’t realized he was screaming on his own, his sweat flushed on his own. It was just a nightmare, he thought. But it all felt so real.
Suddenly a soft knock was on his door and your voice echoed from it. “Hello?”
Theon slumped, wiping his tears away. “Come in,” he croaked.
You went in, unaware that it was Theon. He looked like a fallen angel- broken and stressed. “Theon,” you whispered as you took on his figure. “Theon, you alright?”
“Just a nightmare is all,” he answered.
“Alright,” you said. You’ve just met him, and yet your instincts says to stay with him for a moment. For an hour or two. Just be with him.
His turned his back on you, shifting on his bed and you took the space on the foot of his bed. “Aren’t you going away?”
You patted the bed, “The bed is quite soft, I think I’ll stay for awhile,” you joked. He didn’t say anything but breath heavily. The heavy silence settled in, and you sighed. “Do you want me to go?”
“No,” he answered. “No.” He didn’t turn his back on you, but moved closer to the edge. Theon was quiet for awhile, calming himself with his feelings and the cruelty of his dreams. “Nobody has stayed with me for a while.”
You looked at him, and you nodded. His voice broke when he said his last words, and you felt your heart break. “I’ll stay,” you whispered in the dark, just the stars lighting the whole room. “I’ll stay as long as you want me to.”
And his heart ached, in delight and in love.
Months passed by and you did stayed.
Theon turned to look at you, his legs tangled with yours. He grinned, kissing your exposed neck waking you up. You elbowed his body away, covering yourself with his blanket. “Theon,” you whined as his lips connected to your shoulders and to your ear.
His arms wrapped around yours, his hand over on your stomach and one around your ribs to hug you. His lips still searched for more skin to ignite and you closed your eyes as he mumbled, I love you’s.
“I love you too,” you whispered, leaning back on his touch. He was silent for awhile, and you felt his warm tears on your shoulders. “Theon,” you whispered.
“I’m sorry,” he croaked. “I shouldn’t…”
You held on him, cupping his face and wiping his tears away. “You have nothing to say sorry for,” you whispered as you kissed his swollen eyes. “Absolutely nothing.”
You two laid there together, waiting for the sun to fully shine in the city. You ruffled his hair, grinning down at him as you propped yourself by the elbow. “Now get yourself out of the bed,” you smiled. “Out! Out!”
His wraps his arms tighter around you, “I will stay here for little longer,” he whispered against your ear. He softly nibbled on it, kissing it after he was done and you smiled as his lips met yours.
