#got ff

Theon was a complicated man, and he knew it well. The way he sometimes snapped at the hand that fed him, or the coldness that occasionally emanated from him for no real reason - those were signs enough.

He simply wasn’t a Stark. It wasn’t in his nature to be noble. He didn’t know how to give his life for someone else. Selflessness was not one of his strengths. No, people didn’t look up to him - not even half as much as they adored Robb.

He didn’t want to resent him. No, he truly didn’t. Robb was his best friend, and in all that chaos, something like a brother to him.

Until, of course, he wasn’t anymore.

But Theon didn’t want to think about any of that—not now.

Not when you were there.

He tried to place his steps as quietly as possible, climbing through the frosty thicket without making a sound. He could already hear it - or so he hoped - your laughter, your mischievous grin, you.

Carefully, he slid down the frozen slope the way he did every day. Every day at the same hour, you would be out searching for wild roses. It was adorable, really, how you could devote so much time to something others thought utterly foolish. Not even Sansa bothered to go into the woods to dig for flowers - and she loved everything beautiful.

But you, you were different. You were never afraid to dirty your hands or crawl through the mud on all fours. You had always followed your own mind, no matter how others looked at you for it. Your family’s opinion mattered to you, of course—but your family supported you in nearly everything. Sometimes your mother would remark that you should care more about things that might actually help you in life, but whenever she said it, it was with a motherly smile and a loving kiss to your forehead.

Your father, who could be so grave and serious, always smiled when you brought him a new flower and cheerfully explained, This is the gerbera. It stands for friendship.

Your brothers wanted to protect that light of yours, and your sisters were glad to see it shine. Even Arya, who rarely cared for flowers or anything of the sort, couldn’t help but smile whenever you tucked a daisy behind her ear and declared, she was the prettiest sword in Westeros.

Yes, you were special.

Your light shone bright enough to illuminate all of Winterfell. Your smile was infectuous, your laughter a melody. And when winter grew too cold - when your light began to dim, because honestly, who is joyful all the time? - everyone in the castle could feel it.

Because as brightly as your joy could shine, your sadness could extinguish every spark of warmth and happiness left in the North.

No one called you strange or different.

No, you were special.

And Theon Greyjoy was hopelessly in love with you.

He couldn’t quite say when it began.

When he first came to Winterfell, there wasn’t much warmth for him. Your father had taken him as a hostage, though now he so generously called him his ward. He was always kind to Theon, yes - but there was no warmth between them. How could there be, when one simple truth hung over them both: if Balon Greyjoy ever defied the North again, Theon would meet the same fate as all the others Ned Stark had so swiftly executed. It would be your father who took his head.

Your siblings hadn’t known how to treat him at first—until, somehow, he just became part of the family. Robb was closest to him, despite all the things Theon envied him for.

And then there were you.

He remembered thinking, at first, that you were simply not right in the head. While the others were always busy with whatever children did, you were the exception. More than once, he’d seen you sneaking into the woods to feed wild animals. Once, you even brought home a sick bird, hoping to nurse it back to health with milk and love. Your parents had disapproved - how were you ever to learn that life wasn’t always full of joy and kindness? - but after much pleading, they relented. It was hard, nearly impossible, to deny you anything.

You did everything you could - so much - and yet, after a long struggle, your bird died. You cried and cried for weeks.

Back then, Theon thought there was something wrong with you. He couldn’t understand why everyone was so patient, why your family seemed to grant you every wish. Didn’t you know life wasn’t some happy story? People died. Others were torn from their parents. How could you cry so much over a stupid bird? He had no sympathy for you – it made him angry, even.

But one evening, Theon came to understand the magic that surrounded you.

He’d had a terrible fight with Robb - he couldn’t even remember what it had been about. They were so young then, it was probably something foolish, a boyish quarrel. But Robb, usually so kind and warm, had finally snapped and said, “Your opinion doesn’t matter, for you’re not part of this family.”

Theon ran into the woods. He didn’t want anyone to see how hurt he was - but he was hurt. He knew it already, of course - he knew he was a Greyjoy, not a Stark - that he came from there, not here. But did they have to throw it in his face like that? He had spent months among them - playing with Robb, training with Jon, carrying Arya on his shoulders.

But it meant nothing. Because he wasn’t one of them.

So, he ran, and ran, and ran - until he found himself deep in the forest. He didn’t know where he was, and he didn’t care. They couldn’t see him like this. They mustn’t.

And yet, all he wished for was that someone would come after him.

But no one would risk their peace or comfort for the stranger boy. He would calm down eventually. He always did.

He sank against a tree trunk and raked his hands through his hair.

“Damn it,” he muttered. “Damn it, damn it. I don’t need them! I hate them all! I’m Theon Greyjoy. Theon Greyjoy. Theon—”

His voice broke, and before he knew it, he was crying.

Theon Greyjoy didn’t cry. He never cried.

But now, he did.

He cried and cried, his shoulders shaking, his face buried in his cloak. Until-

“Theon?”

A voice—so soft, so cautious - that for a moment he thought he had imagined it. But then he heard a crack of branches nearby and sprang to his feet.

There you were. This time, there was no dreamy smile on your lips, no laughter echoing through the trees. You looked worried, concerned, heartbreakingly gentle.

“Stay away!”

You flinched at the sharp tone of his voice, and immediately, guilt pricked at him - but he didn’t show it. He was like a wounded animal, trusting no one who came too close.

Hands raised, you stayed where you were.

“I…”

“If you tell anyone,” He barked, “if you tell a single soul you saw me cry - I swear, I’ll-”

“I won’t.”

Your voice was calm, clear, completely sincere. He hesitated, then relaxed his stance - just enough that he didn’t look like he was about to attack you. He huffed and took a step back.

“What are you even doing here? Shouldn’t you be in bed or something?”

Lowering your hands, you took a small step toward him. He didn’t stop you.

“I saw you run off,” you said softly. “I heard what Robb said. He didn’t mean it.”

“Of course he did! Why else would he say it?”

You stepped closer, and closer still, until you stood right in front of him.

“My brother isn’t good with words. He tries, but it’s not in him. Not yet anyway. I keep telling him…” You shook your head, a sigh escaping your lips. “It doesn’t matter. What I mean is - you are one of us, Theon. You really are. Robb thinks so too. He already regrets what he said. Please… will you come home with me?”

Theon shifted, rocking on his heels. “It’s not my home,” he muttered.

You nodded gently. “It could be, though. Someday.”

For a long moment, he just stared at you, as though you’d said something utterly absurd. He waited for you to laugh, or worse, to mock his tears. But you didn’t.

“I always thought you were mad,” he mumbled.

Instead of taking offense, you smiled. “I am.”

You held out your hand, and after a moment’s hesitation, he took it. Your hands were warm and soft - so different from his. Your small fingers traced something into his palm. He frowned. “What are you-?”

A smile. “A kraken.”

It hit him cold and unexpected. He hadn’t thought you even knew his house’s sigil, let alone anything about him. You’d barely spoken before. Yet here you were, following him into the woods, drawing a kraken on his hand.

He swallowed hard and looked down at your joined hands.

“A kraken?” he whispered.

Your grin softened into something tender, something warm.

“You’re Theon Greyjoy,” you reminded him softly. “And you always will be.”

It happened quickly after that. And now, years later, he was still just as mad about you as he’d been back then - only now, things were different. Theon knew his place among the Starks. And though he’d never fully belong, he was part of the family.

At last, he left the icy woods behind and found you in a field full of wildflowers, on your hands and knees, digging out roots with soft precision. His features softened as he crouched beside you, eyes falling on the mess of soil and blooms around you.

“You’ve been busy,” he murmured.

You looked up, eyes lighting with joy and relief.

“Theon! You came!”

The next thing he felt was the damp earth beneath him as he fell on his back - you had thrown yourself into his arms, and both of you landed in the dirt. Instead of being angry or annoyed, he laughed. His arms wrapped around you easily, naturally. He pressed a kiss to your temple and whispered, “Of course I came, silly. Someone must keep an eye on you.”

With a wide grin, you leaned down and pressed a long, warm kiss to his lips. He smiled against your mouth, one hand buried in your hair. He sighed as you drew back.

“A little longer,” he murmured, making you chuckle.

“In a moment,” you said brightly. “First, I have to show you my newest find.”

As much as his body urged him to be impatient, he couldn’t. Not with you. He had only this - secret meetings hidden in the woods, short nights that drove him nearly insane - but he would have endured anything, just to keep your smile alive. So, he sat up carefully, a warm smile on his lips, one hand still resting somewhere on you, just to feel you near.

“This is the Lisianthus,” you explained. “It stands for grace, elegance, appreciation, and gratitude.”

His eyes followed your fingers as you dipped them into the moist soil, gently lifting the root. The flower itself was round, its thin white petals curling delicately. His heart warmed as he watched you handle it with such care - he couldn’t remember ever seeing you just pluck a flower. No, you never killed them - you gave them a new home, tended to them, made them whole again with your love. Just like you had done with him.

“She’s beautiful,” he said quietly.

You bit your lip, glancing at the flower, then back at him.

“She’s for you,” you said softly. “Because I don’t know anyone more graceful - or anyone I could ever appreciate more.”

His heart skipped as you guided his fingers. He brushed the petals, then followed the stem down to the root. There was something strangely intimate about how you let him feel the pulse of that little life.

“You can plant her at home, wherever you like.”

He smiled - a real, warm, almost aching smile.

“I love her,” he whispered. “And I love you. My little ladybug.”

Now it was your heart that skipped. The blue green of his eyes glowed - nothing in the world had that color. Nothing in the world could be so beautiful.

“I love you too,” you whispered back.

You placed the flowers gently in a pile, wiping your hands on your dress.

“So…” you murmured softly. “About that a little longer…”

His lips curved into a wicked smile.

“You’d better be careful, little bug. Because once I’ve caught you…”

His hand caught your wrist - gentle but firm - and he pulled you toward him, stealing your breath. Your gaze dropped to his lips, so close to yours. He was close enough that you could feel his breath, yet not close enough to taste him. His hands slid up your waist, just tight enough to make you tremble. And when he spoke, it was a whisper against your lips:

pre-got head canons of you and jaime relationship

Headcanons of you and Jaime throughout season 1

Headcanons of you and Jaime throughout season 2

-jaime is impressed by Brienne and knows you would adore her. Her dedication, honor and fighting skills remind him of you

-jaime knows you would scold him for having tried to fight Brienne to free himself and as always you would be right as is then that locke finds them

-jaime is disgusted by the bolton men intentions to abuse brienne and he can’t let them. He also knows that you would never forgive him if he did nothing to help her

-jaime saves Brienne which then is rewarded with locke’s men cutting his sword hand. he tries to free himself in the hope to find a quick death but locke men put him back on the horse. hIs fevirish mind due to the wound shows him you scolding him for thinking that you would care about his hand and then he dreams of coming home to you and his children. 

-jaime still starves himself thinking that he is useless, that it would be better for you all if he died. when Brienne confront him about why he saved her and that he is melodramatic. He avoids the first question and says that he was that hand at that without it he is no use for his family and can’t protect them so is better to die. ‘ and what of your lady wife? Lady y/n. and I heard cathyln say you have children’ she tries ‘yes. Three of them. They are smart and kind like their mother, nothing like me’ he says fondly, still after years he is glad his children took after you and not from the lannisters. ‘what do you think they would think of you for letting them down by dying?’ ‘I’m no use to them anymore I was that hand’ ‘ bulshit’ Brienne spats ‘this wasn’t the first time we met kingslayer. I was at Robert baratheon’s coronation. I saw lady y/n and I saw you. The way she looked at you. And not you or anyone can convince me that she would care about your hand.’ he stays silent before starting to eat. he then makes an insult- compliment to Brienne saying her bravery reminds him or you although he calls her ‘ugly’ (sorry this in character but gwen for me you are the most beautiful). Brienne is shocked by it as she knows how much jaime cares about you. ‘I always wanted to be like her. a fair night and a fair maiden, I lack the latter’.

-during the trip the soldiers taunt him telling him how you would need a new man and that they offer themselves volunteer he can’t say anything to defend you as he knows he will loose the other hand if he speaks, and that you preferred to be insulted than to loose him. His blood boils at them insulting you, but he knows that if he get killed trying to defend your honor you would be even more angrier.

-as they arrive at bolton’s castle he asks about you and his children and news from the capital. Bolton taunts him telling about the attack and that you fought against it with tyrion. talking as if you all had perished, but then he informs you that you were victorius. Jaime is so relieved that he falls on his knees in the mud

-jaime enters the bath were brienne is. ‘don’t worry I have eyes only for my wife’ he reassures her. He sits in the bath and tells her the story of why he killed the mad king to save king’s landing and to save you. ‘tell me if a Baratheon had told you to bring him your father head stand aside while thousands of women, man and children burned including the one you loved, in your case Ranly, his own son, your bethrowed. Would have you done that? Would have you kept you oath?’. Brienne asks him why he told no one, he says that the only who believed him was you and the others thought you were defending him because he was you husband now. he then passes out whispering your name as brienne calls for help

-before leaving the bolton ‘shome jaime promises he will return the starks girls and sadly departs Brienne, someone who had become his friend. After knowing what they would do to her he goes back and saves her. when she asks him why he lies not wanting to admit that she is the first friend outside of you and tyrion that he ever had and says instead ‘my wife will adore you, I couldn’t let die the only other good woman swordfighter in the seven kingdom. She would have been mad at me. I did it for myself not for you’

Meanwhile in king’s landing:

-after the stark’s fall, twyin want to marry Joanna to Jeoffry you will be damn to let that happen.  Luckily as lannister gold runs out is instead is Margie tyrlle set to marry him

-you become friend with shae telling her that you know about her and tyrion as you and tyrion have no secrets as best friends. She is appointed as sansa’s maid as you want to protect them both. She likes you because you are nothing like the other ladies, you don’t treat her as an inferior as she was instead treated by other lords. You explain her that your mother’s acnetry is too not well defined (so anyone can see themselves as reader, which is only half Targaryen)

-you try to make sansa understand better what is going on, following your promise to her mother, which already half failed as you lost arya, but sent trustable men sandor Clegane, to find her and bring her to her half-brother jon snow. Sansa still is reluctant as she does not trust you but then remembers that her father described you as one of the few honorable people in westeros. You also tell her that tyrion will never harm her.

-when Brienne and jaime reach kings landing he is in terrible conditions, dirty, illed and almost unrecognizable. he goes running to the red keep and to your shared rooms. when he reaches your shared bedroom you cry at his sight and run to him hugging him and kissing him not caring that he is full of dirt. You tell a maid to call for the children but he stops you ‘please no. I don’t want them to see me like this’. You nod at him and then tell the maid to prepare a bath and call the master as you hug him ‘my hand…’ he whispers you look down momentarily horrified that they had mutilated him. ‘it doesn’t matter, you are here that is all that matters’ you hug him close until the master arrives. The master takes a look at jaime’s hand and after giving his advice he leaves you two.

-you bring jaime to the bath and help him wash himself. He takes the scissors trying to cut his hair but you say ‘let me’ and then cut his hair short . he is silent and visibly ashamed of himself for needing help. You face him holding his face in your hands lovingly  ‘you listen to me. Jaime Lannister I don’t care about your hand okay? I would love you even if you missed most of your body.’ ‘but I was that hand’ he says avoiding your eyes, you pleade him to look at you ‘no. what makes you you, and what I love you for is this’ you say placing your hand on his heart. You then kiss even if you feel he is not that convinced.

-when he is cleaned and well dressed he agrees to see the children. They run In crying of happiness and they group hug him, he kisses their heads repeatedly. Then daemon asks ‘father your hand…’. All your faces fall and jaime doesn’t know what to say so you speak. ‘your father bravely saved a woman knight honor and it costed him his hand’ the children stay silent before Joanna speaks ‘you are a hero father’ as the other agrees before hugging him again. jaime heart breaks when he is not able to pick Jace up due to his missing hand so you help him but you see that is heart is broken.

-you all not leave the  red keep for a week. You and jaime enjoying your time together and with the children. You reassure him that the important thing he is that he is alive ‘you almost died jaime. You came back to us that is all that matters’. ‘the things I did.. you would be ashamed of me’ he says eyes low ‘I don’t care what you did. You did it to come back to us, to me. When you are better and if you want you can tell me all about it. It will not change how I see you. Or the depth of my love for you’ You reassure him. he eventually tells you everything.

-when you finally exit the red keep after days you go meet Brienne. Brienne is shocked that you hug her tightly and with tears you thank her for having brought jaime back to you. She is quite moved and say that it was her honor and that he is an honorable man. You then ask her if she wants to be your friend and guard and if she would like to help you practice your sword fighting as you were harmed in the battle and need to regain your strength. She happily agrees.

-the news of Rob and cathlyn saddens you and you try to help sansa in her grief by telling her how you dealt with your entire family downfall, how your found yourself in the same situation. she is not much convinced but you try your best

pre-got head canons of you and jaime relationship

Headcanons of you and Jaime throughout season 1

Headcanons of you and Jaime throughout season 2

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