Game of Thrones - One Shots/Imagines: Part Two (Completed)

Theon Greyjoy x Stark!Reader - Too Much Too Young

A/N- This imagine is based on two songs, 'Fluorescent Adolescent' by The Arctic Monkeys, and 'Too Much Too Young' by The Specials. You can all thank my dad for my not so great taste in music which is coming through in all of my imagines. There will probably be a part two to this because I had to cut it off a bit short as it was getting to be a bit long.

"Come now, Theon, you aren't scared of being beaten by little old me, are you?" You licked your lips, tilting your head to the side and giving him your most innocent smile. If it were anyone else they would have see straight through your trick. But Theon was far too competitive for his own good and gestured for the inn keeper to bring you another cup of ale. You grinned as you pulled the coin from your purse, placing it in the centre of the table. "So, what will I be winning?" you asked him, holding back your laughter when he scoffed at you.
"When you lose, I get to kiss you," he uttered, his cheeky grin plastered on his already drunk face. You chuckled, answering with a nod.
"And when you lose, you can buy me a new dress," you told him, watching as he nodded his agreement.
"It's not like there's any chance of you winning," he laughed. You watched as your cousin Robb elbowed Jon in the ribs to get his attention. A few moments later the cup of ale sat in the middle of the table, and you were smiling across it at your competitor. "Ladies first," Theon told you with a smile, gesturing at the set up.
You took the coin in your hand and gave the cold metal a soft kiss before turning the smile on Theon. "First to three?" He nodded, watching as you ran your thumb over the embossed metal. You flung the coin down, bouncing it into the cup and causing the ale to trickle over the edge and onto the surface. A perfect shot. You let out a small squeal of excitement when Theon looked on in disbelief. "Beginner's luck," you answered his unasked question.
He huffed as he fished the coin out of the drink, wiping it dry on his tunic, before spinning it around his fingers. He attempted to bounce the coin but it hit awkwardly, landing flat on the wooden table. "Fuck," he muttered, reaching to grab it again until you grabbed his wrist.
"My turn," you corrected with your sweetest smile, picking the coin up from under his hand. You replicated your last throw, bouncing the coin in. You laughed in glee when it caused more ale to slosh onto Theon's hand. He fished it out again. This time he managed to get the coin into the cup, letting out a little cheer for himself as the other boys laughed. You copied his movements, picking the metal out of the cup and bringing it to your lips to take all traces of ale off of it. You allowed your eyes to meet his as you released it with a small chuckle.
The scowl on Theon's face when you got the final coin into the cup was a picture. "It looks like Y/N'll be looking quite splendid in a new dress soon," Robb laughed, causing Theon to shoot him a glare. When your competitor's eyes drifted back to yours you gave him a small wink. With that, you were on your feet, fishing up the coin and placing it back in your purse.
"It's about time we were getting back, or your mother'll think you're all leading me astray," you told Robb with a smile. He nodded as he finished the last dregs of his drink and stood up beside you, Jon close beside him. "Are you coming Theon?"
He glanced up at you as you spoke and gave you a shrug. "No, go ahead, I'll catch up," he hummed and you bit down on your lip.
"Can you wait for me outside?" you asked the boys and they both nodded before heading to the door. You moved closer to Theon, sitting beside him and giving his shoulder a little shove. "You don't have to get me a new dress, I was joking," you told him and he let out a short laugh. "It wasn't fair anyway. I should've told you that my brothers taught me to play when I was seven," you added, patting his hand. "Now, are you coming with us or are you going to sit and sulk for the rest of the evening?" you murmured, getting to your feet.
Theon shook his head, smirking as he got to his feet and threw his arm over your shoulders. "I can't leave those two idiots to keep you safe. They'd likely get themselves killed if they even tried," he teased, causing you to chuckle.
*Time Skip*
You woke the next morning to the sound of snoring around the room, and you sat up to glance around. All three of the boys littered the room, still in last nights clothes and fast asleep. Jon was curled up on a wooden chair at your desk. Robb was lounging across the foot of the bed, his long legs lolling off of the edge. And Theon was in the empty bath, a towel draped over his body to keep him warm. You chuckled to yourself as you slipped out of the bed, trying not to wake them. Robb stirred as you got to your feet, and his eyes opened, giving a few lazy blinks as he watched you pour water into a cup. A short knock on the door roused the others. You held back your laughter as Theon scrambled to get out of the tub. His arms went flailing as he attempted to haul himself up and onto his feet.
"Who is it?" you called out, your sweet voice cutting the boy's murmurs off and causing the room to fall silent.
"Sansa; can I come in?" you smiled to yourself as you crossed the room, pulling it open just enough to block her view of the room.
"How can I help you?" you asked her with a small smile.
"Have you seen Robb? Mother's at her wits end looking for him. She thinks he didn't come home last night," she told you and you began to chuckle. Her brow furrowed at your response. You finally pushed the door open, revealing the three young men to her and causing her to give a deep sigh.
"Morning," Robb grumbled, stretching out on the furs and letting his joints click.
"Mother'll kill you if you don't go and see her soon," she bit out. Her face became the spitting image of her mother's when she pursed her lips at him. "And you should all know better than to share a ladies chambers," she added. You bit your lip, turning away from her to hide your laughter.
"It's not like we're fucking her. Though it's not for lack of trying" Theon grumbled. He had finally managed to get to his feet and waltzed over to the door, letting his arm slump around your shoulder.
"Y/N is a lady. I doubt she'd ever share her bed with the likes of you or Jon," Sansa told him. You smirked as you pushed your shoulders back, causing his arm to slide away as you held your head high.
"We better get going. We can't be late to the training yard again," Jon muttered as he passed you. He made his way out of the door, followed by Robb.
"I hate to admit it, but he's right," Theon mumbled, leaning over to kiss you on the side of the head and giving you a cheeky grin. "I'll see you later," he added with a little quirk of his eyebrows, and like that he was jogging after his friends.
"Wait up, I'll come with you," you called after them, only for Sansa to grab your arm as you attempted to go after them.
"Septa Mordane wants you to come to at least one of her lessons this week," she started, moving you into your chambers. "You ought to get changed; she doesn't like late comers," she added.
"She doesn't like anyone," you grumbled under your breath, shutting the door as you went to change.
*Time Skip*
"Septa Mordane wants to bore me to death," you huffed as you slipped onto the bench between Theon and Robb.
"She's been trying that with Arya since she was a babe," Robb muttered back, giving you a small shrug. He was right, Arya had looked almost as unenthused to be sewing with the other girls as you had.
"I still don't understand why I have to know how to sew, anyhow. We have chamber maids to do it for us. I'd much rather train with a sword in the yard," you continued your little rant and Theon scoffed at you. "Did I say something funny?" you asked him, spinning in your seat to face him.
"The thought of you with a sword is funny enough," he teased as you scowled at him.
"I'd be better with a sword than you would be with a needle and thread," you told him and he rolled his eyes at you. "You ought to know that I'm not one to challenge. Especially after your poor performance last night," you muttered. You saw his cheek grow red as the other boys laughed.
"I wasn't bad," he protested. "You were abnormally good," he continued and you nodded with a small smile.
"You better remember that you said that. I won't be forget that you think I'm so wonderful," you told him before turning your attention back to your food. You smiled to yourself as he shifted beside you on the bench. He picked at his food as though he wanted to continue the conversation but couldn't find the words.
You wandered the gardens after you had finished your dinner. Meandering between the plants allowed you to become completely engrossed in your thoughts. You paused when you reached the high walls at the edge of the gardens, surveying the surface for any way to get to the top.You were already half-way up when you heard Theon's voice from behind you. "What are you doing?" You twisted, still clinging to the wall as you smiled down at him.
"I wanted a better view of Winterfell," you murmured before continuing on your journey up. "Are you coming?" you huffed when you finally reached the top, kicking your legs a little as you grinned from your perch. You heard him mutter something from below you and a few moments later he was on his way up.
"You're insane," he growled when he finally reached you, pulling himself up. His hands never left the wall, clinging on for dear life.
"But look at how beautiful it is," you told him, gesturing at the entirety of Winterfell. You smiled to yourself as you watched people mill about in the distance.
"You are mental," he snorted in disbelief. "It's cold and gloomy and dull," he added and you gasped, slapping his arm.
"You are a liar," you huffed. "Look at the way the snow sits on the tops of the trees and tell me that you don't think it's beautiful," you demanded. He snorted with laughter as you glared at him.
"It's just not my thing," he told you with a small smile and your scowl softened.
"And what is your thing?" He looked confused for a moment, his face scrunching up as he glanced at you. He only stopped when you leaned closer to him and pressed your lips to his cheek.
"Sansa's right, you know. You are far too good to be with a man like me," he uttered, but you could tell that he didn't mean it.
"Sansa is a fool who thinks that romance is all about knights in shining armour and damsels in distress." You shrugged. "Love is more to do with being with the person who treats you like you want to be treated."
"And how do you want to be treated?" he asked you, his voice soft and low, causing you to chuckle.
"If I tell you that you may fall in love with me right here and now." You gave him a final smile before shifting to climb back down from your perch. Once your feet had hit the ground you smiled up at him, "Are you coming down?"
*Time Skip*
The next morning you woke up to the soft snoring again. This time when you shifted to look at the culprit your legs ached. You smiled as you turned over, looking at Theon with a wide smile. You liked it when he was his loud, obnoxious self, but when he was like this was when you thought you may love him. He stirred as you watched him. You quickly shifted away, closing your eyes and pretending to be sleeping.
"You," he began, his hands moving to rest on your bare hips. "Are a terrible actress," he continued, causing you to chuckle as you finally opened your eyes. "But you're so beautiful that it makes up for your lack of skill," he added, leaning in to kiss you. His hand grabbed at some of your hair as he deepened the embrace.
You hummed as you pulled away from him, letting your fingers dance over his lips. "You're sweet," you murmured, shifting closer to him to kiss at his neck.
"I should go; if they find me in here Lord Stark will kill me," he groaned. You pouted but he simply kissed you again, causing it to fade away. You stretched as you got to your feet, wincing slightly as you crossed the room to grab your robe. "Did I hurt you?" he asked behind you, causing you to chuckle.
You shook your head as you moved closer to him, forcing him to hold your body as you leant into him. "It was unavoidable, but next time will be better," you uttered, leaning up on your tiptoes and kissing his lips. "There will be a next time, won't there?" He nodded quickly before giving you a final kiss and leaving your chambers.
It was true, you ached. But one of your maids had told you that it always hurt the first time, and that the next time it would be a lot easier for you. You smiled to yourself, fluffing out your hair in the mirror before going to get dressed for the day.
*Time Skip*
A few weeks later, as you were eating your breakfast, you felt a hand on your shoulder. You glanced behind you to find Lord Stark smiling down at you. "Can I speak with you in my study when you've finished eating?" You nodded before returning to your food, but suddenly you weren't hungry anymore.
"What will he want?" you asked the boys, who all shrugged, though Theon looked rather unsettled by the request.
"Probably wants to see how you are enjoying Winterfell. You've been here for a few months now," Jon uttered and you nodded in agreement. You weren't so convinced though.
You took your time picking through your food. Soon, everyone else had emptied from the Great Hall and you were sitting on your own with a full plate of food. It was no use, no matter how long you put off the meeting you would not be able to avoid it. You got to your feet, gesturing for one of the serving girls to come and clean up your plate.
Even though the walk to Lord Stark's study was short, it felt like the hallway stretched out for an eternity. But soon enough you were standing in front of his closed door and wishing you were anywhere else. You raised your hand and knocked twice, standing as still as you could. His voice come from the other side of the door, ushering you inside.
"Uncle, you requested my company," you started as you opened the door and he nodded, gesturing for you to sit down. You did as you were told, and the two of you sat in silence for a moment until you spoke again. "What was it you needed, uncle?"
He leant forward, his elbows on his desk as he smiled at you. "When your father introduced you to me you were so small that I could hold you in my two hands," he murmured. "And now, you're a woman grown."
"I'm sure my father would be very thankful for how you've helped me," you responded. Your smile was less enthusiastic than before, but you forced it to remain on your lips.
"I'm uncertain," he told you. "Because I've not yet found you a suitable husband," he added and you let out a soft chuckle.
"If he were alive I'm sure I would have married a long time ago, but that isn't what I would have wanted."
"It was your father's wishes that you marry a Ryswell. He was certain that Lord Ryswell's sons would be the only men good enough for his daughter," he told you. You stared at his with unfaltering confusion.
"My father is dead." Lord Stark frowned when you spoke, but he remained silent as you shook your head. "I won't let my life be dictated by a dead man who I never knew," you added, watching his frown deepen.
Lord Stark sighed as he watched you. "I won't force you to marry, but I can't keep you fostered here forever, Y/N. Eventually, you'll have to move away."
"I don't want to leave," you murmured and he nodded.
"I know. You've been living here for a long time now, Y/N, but it was your parents wish that you remained in the North. That'll only happen if you marry soon." His hand was on top of yours as he spoke and you nodded.
"What are they like?" you asked him, continuing when he looked confused. "Lord Ryswell's sons. What are they like?"
"I don't know them well, but I've heard good things."
You nodded as you thought. "Perhaps you could write to them. But don't confirm anything yet, I need to think."
"Of course."
A few days later you had gone back to Lord Stark's study. You told him that you would be marrying Lord Ryswell's eldest son as soon as possible. You were yet to speak to Theon, but soon you would have to break his heart the way you had broken your own.
*Time Skip*
"Were you going to keep letting me fuck you until I found out?" Theon growled, glaring at you where you huddled in the corner of the room. There were tears streaming down your cheeks as you cried for him to forgive you.
"I had no choice. Please Theon, try to understand," you yelped, reaching out for his hand. He pulled it away, avoiding your touch. "Please Theon, don't hate me."
"I thought you loved me," he hissed, his eyes full of tears as he stared at you.
"I do-" you started. Your voice fell silent when he slammed his hand down onto the table top.
"Don't lie to me," he cried. "You can lie to them, but you can't lie to me," he continued, clutching at his aching fist.
"I love you, Theon, but this was never going to work. Lord Stark said-" he cut you off again.
"If you cared for me you would have told him about us. You would have married me."
"You know I couldn't," you told him, wiping at your tears. "If I had told him about us my reputation would have been ruined."
"You're a whore," he spat at you, causing you to flinch back from the venom in his voice. "No, you're worse than a whore; I didn't even have to pay you." And like that he had left your chambers, leaving you to clean up both yourself and the room.
*Time Skip*
Being with child had ruined you. It had taken hold of your body and changed it for the worse. It had taken your brain and shaken it until you could no longer think straight. You husband had been less than helpful and you had spent much of your time alone in your chambers within his home. It was on the harder days when you missed Winterfell and the people it had harboured. There was no way of being lonely there.
You were drawn from your thoughts by a knock on the door. You got to your feet as quickly as you could before prying it open. "M'Lady, there is a young Lord here to see you," the maid told you and you nodded.
"Who is it?"
"He didn't say, M'Lady. But he asked for you by name."
"Take me to him," you ordered, following behind her as fast as you could as she led you to the Great Hall.
"He's right through there, M'Lady, with Lord Ryswell," she told you finally. You nodded before sending her away. You pushed through the doors to reveal Robb standing before your husband.
"Robert Stark, to what do we owe the pleasure?" you asked and he span to smile at you.
"Y/N," he started, hurrying towards you to hold you in a tight hug. "It's been too long."
You smiled. "Not long enough if you ask me," you teased and he chuckled for a moment before it trailed off.
"My mother sent me," he told you softly, turning back to face your husband. "My father was taken captive in King's Landing. We need more men to fight in the upcoming war."
"Robb, I'm so sorry," you muttered, your hand coming to rest on his back.
"Theon hasn't taken it well. He's been drinking more than usual, it's worse than when-" he cut himself off short. You knew what he was going to say, it was worse than when you broke his heart, he'd turned to drink then as well. "Lord Ryswell, can you confirm that you'll pledge your men to our cause?"
You husband was silent for a moment, watching the two of you as he thought. "You won't win," he told Robb and you stared at him in disbelief. "You're a child, with no battle experience, and you plan to lead an army?"
"Roger," you hissed, and he raised his hand to silence you.
"I will pledge my men to your cause, for my wife's sake, but you better win, boy," he growled at your cousin. Robb nodded, swallowing around the lump in his throat.
"Thank you, My Lord. It means a lot to have you on our side in this battle," Robb told him.
"Will you stay for something to eat?" you uttered, letting your hand rest on his arm as you smiled at him. "Roger caught a deer on his last hunt; it looks incredible," you added but he sighed.
"I have to leave; there are others I need to visit," he answered before pulling you into another hug.
"Send your mother my love. She'll need it now more than ever," you told him, squeezing him a little bit tighter than was normal.
"I will," he told you, releasing you and giving your husband a small nod. "Thank you for your help, My Lord."

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