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derek_haleTitle: Sunlight’s Demise
Word Count: 312
Fandom: ASOIAF/GOT
Characters/Pairing: Robb/Theon
Rating: R
Warnings: M/M sex, slight angst.
Summary: The light seemed to die out wherever they had taken camp. Even day felt like night, because of the grey skies and the stink of fear and blood.
Disclaimer: Based more on the HBO series rather than the books. I own and claim nothing.
Now and always...
The words echoed in Robb’s mind every time he stared his lifelong friend in the eye.
He chose to believe in Theon because he had to, and because he needed to win this war.
Robb Stark had many a loyal man in his army, he had Grey Wind, and he had his mother, of whom he could be sure would fight with him until death.
But he did not have a brother by his side, not since Jon had taken the black and Bran and Rickon had been left alone back at Winterfell.
Theon was more than a brother or a friend, and he would fight with him until death as well. Robb had to believe it. Theon would never fail to remind him just how much they needed each other when Robb took him to bed at night.
With the violent rush of battle running coarse through his veins, Robb felt the urge to fuck like never before. And the boys had never passed up an opportunity to stir each other’s cocks in the past. Not since the day they had first met and become close, all those years ago when Theon was brought to Winterfell as hostage.
The light seemed to die out wherever they had taken camp. Even day felt like night, because of the grey skies and the stink of fear and blood. But Robb felt a glimmer of hope and victory when he looked into Theon’s eyes, the two of them hard in each other’s hands, both so unsure of the future but going to war together so willingly.
“My king,” Theon gasped, his words weak from exhaustion but his enthusiasm and determination unfleeting.
“Am I your king?” Robb whispered. “Your brother, now and always?”
“Now and always” Theon replied.
He’d always ask him one last time to make sure the words were true.
Title: Terror & Beauty
Word Count: 457
Fandom: ASOIAF/GOT
Characters/Pairing: Dany/Sansa
Rating: R
Warnings: Crack!AU, Mentions of character death.
Summary: For once in her life, she felt like she could be whoever she wanted to be.
Disclaimer: Based more on the HBO series rather than the books. I own and claim nothing.
Feelings were like fire; beautiful, magic and mysterious but also terrifying and deadly when one came too close to the flame. And Sansa Stark knew what it was like to be burned.
“You’ve suffered greatly, as I have,” the words whispered in her ear. “We are so alike my little wolf girl”.
It was true, she had suffered and to her Sansa felt as if she were the only one who understood, because everyone she’d ever know was either dead or gone away, never to be found again.
She hadn’t seen her sister, her parents or her brothers for many years. But she felt safer in the last few years spent in the arms of the Dragon Queen than any other. There were no more beatings, no more tears, and she didn’t have to pretend to be someone she wasn’t.
But there was still the fear, the paralyzing fear. It gripped her whenever she turned to look at the dragons, the three of them so beautiful and so terrifying. What frightened her even more was how calm Dany was when she spoke to them, commanding them. She was their mother, their guardian. Their relationship was deeper than the one Sansa had with Lady, her direwolf. Poor Lady had never lived to see any of this, probably for the best.
She didn’t feel like a prisoner anymore, because she was with Dany of her own free will. She’d come to a distant land with her, just as she grown to learn that Lyanna did all those years ago when she fell in love with Rhaegar, Dany’s brother.
Sansa didn’t want to believe it, but she was falling in love with Dany too. She felt it inside her; the way her heart fluttered, her breath growing weak whenever the Dragon Queen’s lips were pressed gently against hers. She felt it at night when the two of them lay together, Dany’s golden hair brushing against Sansa’s chest, soft skin writhing together in the dark.
She’d never know true pleasure before, only use. The people she’d know had never seen her body as something precious, or beautiful. When Joffrey came to her bedroom late at night, the things he did to her could be called anything but making love.
For once in her life, she felt like she could be whoever she wanted to be. Dany treated her with kindness, and always assured her that no one would ever harm her again.
Her heart was still fluttering when they lay together in each other’s arms, and Dany pressed a hand to Sansa’s chest.
“Are you still afraid?” she asked. Sansa didn’t reply, and Dany leant in to kiss her cheek.
“Don’t be,” she whispered.
And Sansa promised herself that she wouldn’t.
Word Count: 312
Fandom: ASOIAF/GOT
Characters/Pairing: Robb/Theon
Rating: R
Warnings: M/M sex, slight angst.
Summary: The light seemed to die out wherever they had taken camp. Even day felt like night, because of the grey skies and the stink of fear and blood.
Disclaimer: Based more on the HBO series rather than the books. I own and claim nothing.
Now and always...
The words echoed in Robb’s mind every time he stared his lifelong friend in the eye.
He chose to believe in Theon because he had to, and because he needed to win this war.
Robb Stark had many a loyal man in his army, he had Grey Wind, and he had his mother, of whom he could be sure would fight with him until death.
But he did not have a brother by his side, not since Jon had taken the black and Bran and Rickon had been left alone back at Winterfell.
Theon was more than a brother or a friend, and he would fight with him until death as well. Robb had to believe it. Theon would never fail to remind him just how much they needed each other when Robb took him to bed at night.
With the violent rush of battle running coarse through his veins, Robb felt the urge to fuck like never before. And the boys had never passed up an opportunity to stir each other’s cocks in the past. Not since the day they had first met and become close, all those years ago when Theon was brought to Winterfell as hostage.
The light seemed to die out wherever they had taken camp. Even day felt like night, because of the grey skies and the stink of fear and blood. But Robb felt a glimmer of hope and victory when he looked into Theon’s eyes, the two of them hard in each other’s hands, both so unsure of the future but going to war together so willingly.
“My king,” Theon gasped, his words weak from exhaustion but his enthusiasm and determination unfleeting.
“Am I your king?” Robb whispered. “Your brother, now and always?”
“Now and always” Theon replied.
He’d always ask him one last time to make sure the words were true.
Title: Terror & Beauty
Word Count: 457
Fandom: ASOIAF/GOT
Characters/Pairing: Dany/Sansa
Rating: R
Warnings: Crack!AU, Mentions of character death.
Summary: For once in her life, she felt like she could be whoever she wanted to be.
Disclaimer: Based more on the HBO series rather than the books. I own and claim nothing.
Feelings were like fire; beautiful, magic and mysterious but also terrifying and deadly when one came too close to the flame. And Sansa Stark knew what it was like to be burned.
“You’ve suffered greatly, as I have,” the words whispered in her ear. “We are so alike my little wolf girl”.
It was true, she had suffered and to her Sansa felt as if she were the only one who understood, because everyone she’d ever know was either dead or gone away, never to be found again.
She hadn’t seen her sister, her parents or her brothers for many years. But she felt safer in the last few years spent in the arms of the Dragon Queen than any other. There were no more beatings, no more tears, and she didn’t have to pretend to be someone she wasn’t.
But there was still the fear, the paralyzing fear. It gripped her whenever she turned to look at the dragons, the three of them so beautiful and so terrifying. What frightened her even more was how calm Dany was when she spoke to them, commanding them. She was their mother, their guardian. Their relationship was deeper than the one Sansa had with Lady, her direwolf. Poor Lady had never lived to see any of this, probably for the best.
She didn’t feel like a prisoner anymore, because she was with Dany of her own free will. She’d come to a distant land with her, just as she grown to learn that Lyanna did all those years ago when she fell in love with Rhaegar, Dany’s brother.
Sansa didn’t want to believe it, but she was falling in love with Dany too. She felt it inside her; the way her heart fluttered, her breath growing weak whenever the Dragon Queen’s lips were pressed gently against hers. She felt it at night when the two of them lay together, Dany’s golden hair brushing against Sansa’s chest, soft skin writhing together in the dark.
She’d never know true pleasure before, only use. The people she’d know had never seen her body as something precious, or beautiful. When Joffrey came to her bedroom late at night, the things he did to her could be called anything but making love.
For once in her life, she felt like she could be whoever she wanted to be. Dany treated her with kindness, and always assured her that no one would ever harm her again.
Her heart was still fluttering when they lay together in each other’s arms, and Dany pressed a hand to Sansa’s chest.
“Are you still afraid?” she asked. Sansa didn’t reply, and Dany leant in to kiss her cheek.
“Don’t be,” she whispered.
And Sansa promised herself that she wouldn’t.
