#theon grayjoy

[sansawargs]

modern day theon would wear this brand of jeans just for the hidden message

when he grows out of them he gives em to jon who finds it so cringe he gets a seam ripper from sansa to get rid of it

[rhaenyrasdoll]

New drawing!! Book theon aka reek!

Idc what talk say book theon was femine to me. I mean long black(now white) hair and blue eyes?? Screams girly to me.

[simply-ellas-stuff]

It's confusing to me why Daenerys would give the Iron Islands back to them but not the North...

[pigeonneaux]

Yet another day of feeling bad for Theon

[bonniebird]

Theon Grayjoy x Reader

Requested by Anon

An: Updated

Warnings: Implications of torture 

You watched carefully as Ramsey left the dungeon for the night and swept through the corridors, laughing cruelly with the men around him. You carefully lifted the bowl of water you’d taken from the kitchen and moved, unnoticed, through the large castle until you came to the dungeon door.

After a large heaving breath, the door opened and you slipped through the small gap. Eventually you came across the Theon’s cell and could hear the quiet whimpering from inside. When you slid the bolt across and carefully snuck across the room he began begging you to leave.

“I am Not Master Snow.” You whisper from the shadows of the dungeon room, you took a timid step forward and became flustered when he looked at you but no sign of recognition crossed his face.

“Please not again, he’s taken everything from me just have him kill me.” You placed the bowl at his feet and gasped when you saw the bolts that cut through them. This caught the near maddened man’s attention.

“You are surprised by all this… should you not be used to such savagery?” You didn’t reply but dipped the soft cloth in the warm water and waited for an indication that you could tend to the wounds he sustained.

“I am not used to such distance from the sea.” You muttered quietly as you begin to press the cloth gently to a wound on his arm. His head raised slightly and he seemed to only now take full stock of you.

“You are too soft to be an Iron Woman.” He decided after a few moments of silence.

“Perhaps that is why my father sent me here.” You said quietly. He grunted as you grazed a still open wound and you jerked away, not wanting to do more harm than good.

“Does he plan to have me killed?” Theon asked weakly as you moved to his other side. The silence seemed to devour the doom in the air and you weren’t sure how to tell the man before you that you had no more knowledge of his fate than he did.

“I have food and water, I only need half of what the master gives me.” You brought the small amount of food from the table where you’d set it and tore it apart, feeding it to him.

“I cannot take all of this, feeding a dead man is a waste on your part.” He muttered bitterly after a few bites. You smiled and brought a cup of water to his lips letting him drink deeply before setting it down again.

“We met once, you were with Lord Stark and his boys.” You mumbled as you placed the cloth in the now cold bowl of water and held out the last of the food hoping he’d continue to eat.

“Well, no Lord would want me at their side now, I’m a traitor.” He spat as if he disgusted himself. A noise out in the corridors had your heart pounding as voices neared. “You must leave. I will not be the cause of your death.” His voice wavered as he looked at you pleadingly.

“I will return.” You promised with a smile. You gathered the things you’d brought with you and began to leave, hesitating before pressing a kiss to Theon’s cheek, you felt your cheeks heat up, as you realised what you’d done, but he seemed more troubled by the length of time you’d stayed with him than the action.

“And you shall be what pulls me through this punishment, now along run little Iron Girl, lest they flay you alive.” His voice was softer now, you nodded and slipped through the door thanking the gods for making your path clear as you hurried back towards the servant’s quarters, heart lightened by your new secret.

[its-chriso-blog]

Theon Greyjoy

Prince Theon Greyjoy was the only living son and heir of Lord Balon Greyjoy of the Iron Islands and the younger brother of Yara Greyjoy.

Following his father’s failed rebellion against the Iron Throne, Theon is taken as a hostage/ward to Lord Eddard Stark of Winterfell. After Eddard’s execution in King’s Landing, Theon pledges his loyalty to Eddard’s eldest son, Robb Stark, in the subsequent War…

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[wonderlandgirl4ever]

Always a Stark 🐺🏹