Commission Done By Cereza365.

Selkie Theon AU. Snippet below the cut.

The waves lapped at the shore, mere inches from Theon’s toes. He watched from his place on the beach, arms wrapped around his legs, chin rested on his bony knees, unable to look away from the grey water that stretched serene and peaceful to the horizon. The distant cawing of seabirds echoed across the waves in the early morning. They taunted him with their songs and harsh voices more mocking than that of his master.

Theon pushed that thought far into the back of his worn mind. Now was not the time for thinking of him. Now was not the time to bemoan what might have been. Now was the time for dreaming of what was. When he’d been a selkie.

A frown tightened his lips. He was still a selkie.

Although his pelt may now belong forever to his tormentor—lover—and kept permanently out of his reach, it changed nothing. The place Theon would truly always belong, was to the ocean. His ties to it were strong, the pull of them unbreakable. A constant presence in his being that was as unyielding as the moon and the tide, urging him to find his way back home.

Except he would never be permitted to answer its call.

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I had so much fun doing this lil’ collab with @dauthdaert-the-orchid 🐾🎀 We both did pet hybrid fics—mine is especially cuddly cat boy Ramsay and their’s is an incredibly adorable dog boy Theon.

🐈‍⬛ https://archiveofourown.org/works/63158908

🐕 https://archiveofourown.org/works/63158356

From the corner of the room, there’s a dull, repetitive thunk—it’s a sickening scratching noise that melts into reverberating wood. The monotony is the only thing allowing Theon to cling to sleep, but he’s rapidly becoming aware of his surroundings.

Maybe if he ignored it, Ramsay would go back to bed.

Thunk.

Thunk.

Thunk.

In response, Theon squeezed his eyes shut tighter, trying in vain to disregard the yowling that had started to accompany the sound of claws raking on the underside of his dresser. This was the fifth night in a row the cat hybrid had awoken him in the dead of night, or at least he assumed it was the dead of night.

If he opened his eyelids or showed any sign of life, there would be no hope of Ramsay growing bored and giving up. Still, it’s an exercise in futility; the likelihood of that happening was slim to none.

Another long, drawn-out cry tells Theon that he will most likely not be met with such fortune tonight. His pet was nothing if not insistent. When he wanted something—it didn’t matter what that something was or the hour of the day—he got it.

Everyone needs more cat hybrid Ramsay in their life. Whether you realize it yet or not, you’ll want more after this read.💝

Im a bit late to the WIP word train but I finally had a draft I could use for it 🎀 I was tagged by @liocreates and the word was flay!

This little snippet is from part two of my silly lil’ cat hybrid Ramsay AU~

The pictures a bit hard to read so here is the text plus some extra:

As Theon stretches the hem of the sweater down, his mouth goes dry. It’s much tighter than it had been.

Through the maroon knit, every curve and bulge of Ramsay’s body is on display. It’s sinfully tight around his chest, highlighting the suppleness. The fabric is fighting to contain his girth.

Frowning, Theon tries to tug at the sweater to stop it from clinging to him; only there’s not enough give to make a difference. Last time he’d wrangled Ramsay into wearing it, it had fit him just fine. Apparently the garment had shrunk in the wash.

‘You know it didn’t shrink,’ Theon’s brain whispers to him. With a dry swallow, he takes a step back and helps the hybrid off the couch.

Getting pants on Ramsay is a pain—he has to be careful with his pet's tail or he’ll see his blood spilt. Working the fabric up gently, Theon finds himself running into a similar issue as he had with the sweater.

It barely fits.

‘don’t you want your favourite character to be happy???’ no? i want my favourite character to be interesting. i want me to be happy. which sometimes involves my favourite character being in exquisite agony

Through The Woods

A mythology Thramsay fic inspired by this quote;

"Oh, but you must travel through those woods again and again... and you must be lucky to avoid the wolf every time... But the wolf... the wolf only needs enough luck to find you once" — Emily Carroll

Theon’s village is plagued by a creature which lures young women to the forest, never to be seen again. Seeking fame and perhaps a chance to restore his pride, Theon alone ventures out in hopes of conquering this beast. For surely where others failed, he would succeed.

But these woods are not the ones of his youth; these are darker, more sinister. The very air beneath the leaves feels wrong. He finds help in his quest in the form of a man who lives in these woods. A man obviously keeping his own secrets, though what they could be, Theon is yet to find.

He will learn though… What it truly means to hunt. And what is required to guard himself from being hunted.

*Text below the cut. Small mention of a bloody knife.*

It had been perhaps twelve hours since he first set out when Theon felt a presence like a ghost at his back. The air itself seemed to still all of a sudden. There was no wind to cool the sweat on his brow. The density of the trees began to close in around him, their branches reaching down like gnarled fingers, as if hoping to snatch him.

“Need some help?”

Spinning around, his hand reflexively flew to his quiver in the same motion. His fingers stilled, resting atop one of the arrows. He froze, staring. Waiting.

A man stood before him, dressed in fitted black breeches and boots, with a deep red shirt—red like blood—which hung open across his pale chest, seemingly to account for the sheer girth of it. A dark smattering of chest hair trailed up to his throat. The hair on his head was black as night without stars or moon. Black as the shadows behind him. It hung below his broad shoulders.

But his eyes seemed to steal the breath from Theon’s lungs the same as if he had taken a plunge into the shrieking river. They watched him, meeting his stare.

Theon shivered; the bright blue of them glowed in stark contrast to the darkness of the forest. Like fallen stars. Stars that could sear the very flesh from his bones.

As if the man could read his thoughts, his wide lips curled up into the smallest of smiles. He was leaning up against a tree. A casual pose if ever there was one.

Were it not for the blood on his clothes and knife in his hand.

“My sincerest apologies for scaring you.”

The words were considerate enough, but the tone which danced at the edges of them, had Theon’s hackles rising despite the pounding of his heart and suspicion brewing in the back of his mind.

Theon’s arm dropped back to his side, his other gloved hand tightening around the handle of his bow.

“I was not scared,” he huffed, shifting his feet. “I was… startled.”

The smile grew on the other man’s face, exposing glinting white teeth. “Forgive me; my apologies for startling you.”

Where before there was perhaps the hint of mockery, now there was no mistaking it sliming the tone.

Theon glared fiercely. “I wouldn’t be so disrespectful if I were you,”

A dark brow raised. “No disrespect was meant, I assure you.” He pushed off the tree, taking two steps closer. Their proximity brought to light just how much wider and taller he was than Theon; he looked down at him as if observing a particularly interesting rock he had found lying in his path. “But might I inquire as to why you’re above being disrespected?”

The smell of him engulfed Theon like a cloud. A heady mix of spice, wet soil, greasy pork… and a metallic scent that had Theon’s stomach turning.

Theon’s eyes flitted between the knife in his hand and those eager eyes. He swallowed thickly. Suddenly his station in life seemed unimportant and weak when alone in the wilderness.

But no, he was an important person. And this low-life needed to learn just how beneath him he was.

The words somehow came to him as strong and firm as he intended for them to come out. “I’m a lord.”

Something sparked in the other man’s gaze, but it was gone so quickly that Theon almost thought he’d imagined it.

“A lord? Of course, I understand; you deserve your proper respect.” He sheathed his knife, blood and all, inclined his head and grasped his cloak in one hand before giving a small bow.

Yet again, despite the deference the action showed, the tone with which he spoke, even his motions, felt off.

“Indeed,” Theon sniffed, haughty and irritated for reasons he couldn’t fully place.

The man straightened with a playful smile. “Don’t you care to know my name?” He sounded petulant, like a child, despite his prodigious size, which only served to annoy Theon further.

He eyed him in a way that he hoped portrayed his disinterest. “Not particularly.”

The other man’s smile fell. “That’s very rude, you know.” Theon sensed a faint, venomous note

“A lord can afford to be rude to someone beneath his station.” Even as he said that, Theon’s eyes found the knife again. A warning flared to life in the depths of his being, like a candle deep within a cave. His foot inched backward beneath the sharp look of the other man. “What were you doing out here anyway?” He looked back up into the man’s face.

A thin smile met him. “Hunting.”

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Dog Hybrid Theon fic.

Title: Adopt Me.

Give it a read if you feel like.

Thank you endlessly to @theeironprice for this incredible fic graphic, AND the prompt!! (And you should definitely check out their fic in this collection: Spoil Me, if you haven’t yet, and give it all the love! We need more of it!!)

Adopt Me: https://archiveofourown.org/works/63158356

Spoil Me: https://archiveofourown.org/works/63158908