queen of the iron islands


game of thrones meme: parallels [1 of 3] » daenerys targaryen vs yara greyjoy

“have the iron islands ever had a queen before?” “no more then westeros.” … “lord tyrion tells me your father was a terrible king.” “you and i have that in common.” “we do, and both murdered by a usurper as well.” 


“Theon, I need you. We’re gonna sail to Meereen. We’re gonna make a pact with this… Dragon Queen, and we’re gonna take back the Iron Islands.” 6x07 - The Broken Man

“Only a fool would trust Littlefinger. I should have told you about him, about the Knights of the Vale. I’m sorry.6x10 - The Winds of Winter


You’re the queen of a great nation. You don’t care about the Iron Islands. They are nothing but rocks and bird shit and a lot of very unattractive people. The Iron Fleet on the other hand, that’s something else entirely. It’s the greatest armada Westeros have ever seen. With the Iron Fleet you own the seas.

Concept: Yara Greyjoy travels to Meereen, then meets and seduces Daenerys. They team up, politically and romantically, combine their ships/dragons and go off to take the Iron Throne. 

Meanwhile, on the other side of the narrow sea, Margaery and Sansa reunite and finally admit they’re in love. Tommen gives up the throne to Margaery and Sansa and goes off to live on an island filled with kittens where no one can hurt him. Sansa becomes Queen of the North and Margaery is Queen of the South. Together they rule Westeros. 

Yara and Daenerys arrive in King’s Landing with their armies and demand to speak to the King (or they’ll burn shit and take the city by force etc etc). They’re laughed at and told they can’t meet the King, but they can meet the Queens. Intrigued, they agree. 

After meeting, the four of them decide it would be foolish fight each other and destroy thousands of lives and so they come to an agreement. Daenerys and Yara will return to Meereen and conquer the rest of Essos. Sansa and Margaery will continue to rule Westeros, with the exception of the Iron Islands. Yara becomes Queen of the Iron Islands and they become part of the Yara/Daenerys empire. Daenerys is given some Targaryen memorabilia as a gesture of peace and friendship.

And so the greatest alliance the world has seen is created. They help each other out (”oh you have a white walker problem? No worries, we’ll pop over with my dragons and help you sort that out”) which leads to two happy and prosperous kingdoms. Thus the world is ruled by lesbian queens and everything is perfect. 

The Drowned God’s Daughter

Pairing: Theon Greyjoy x Reader


A/N: My first Theon, yayyy!! This story was made possible by an argument had between my boyfriend and I that went a little something like this. “No there can’t be mermaids in Westeros”. “There’s literally dragons and a woman who brings people back from the dead”. “Ok, but there can’t be mermaids”. “Ok, but have you seen what the Night King can do”? Followed by silence and a winning argument.  

Prompt; Theon has finally gotten away from Ramsay, but still finds himself struggling with his true identity. While on a ship travelling to the Iron Islands, a storm hits and Theon “falls” overboard. In Westeros, mermaids are said to serve and attend those ironborn who drown in the sea. As you watch Theon slowly give up on life, you go against your duty and try to save him instead. 

Theon is nervous. More nervous than usual today. His hands won’t stop shaking and he feels like his heart is going to fall out of his ass at any second.  It’s not like going home is a scary thought; it’s the going home alone that has him on edge. With Yara gone, he is supposed to be the King of the Iron Islands but he can barely remember his own name. 

He knows Ramsay is dead, people have told him time and time again that Sansa had gotten justice for the both of them. But, Theon still finds himself looking over his shoulder every few seconds waiting for Ramsay to be there wearing a giant smile and aiming a bow and arrow at him. Sometimes the worry is so real that he actually does see the bastard standing there and it sends him into a panic. 

It’s the kind of panic that Theon realizes he will never shake. The anxious feeling only fuels his confirmation that he cannot rule these Iron Islands. Sure, the Dragon Queen and her new husband had given him an army so large no one would try to usurp him, but he shouldn’t need them, he needs to be as strong as Yara. He can’t be as arrogant as the old Theon and he cannot be as cowardly as Reek. He needs to find a balance between the two that he fears will never come. 

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Queen of Silence - Euron Greyjoy

A/N: So as per request of @pepesgirl98, here is a Euron Greyjoy fluff one shot! Enjoy!

Originally posted by iheartgot

One Shot-

I awoke to the sight of the man I loved. He was brutal, charming and sexy. We had first met when he came to Volantis. I had just been sold into slavery, I was young and frightened. They were just about to tattoo the teardrop unto my face, to declare me a whore forever, when I decided to fight back. I bite down on the wrist of the man who was about to mark me, then I fought off the others who were meant to watch me and ran away down the narrow alley ways with men chasing me. I was too busy looking behind me to realize that I had ran right into the arms of a stranger.

“Pretty girl, what are you running from?” The man spoke, grabbing my face to look at me. He was tall, muscular and incredibly handsome. 

“Please just help me, I’ll do-” I was cut off by the men running up to this stranger and I.

“This girl was-” They spoke, but were instantly interrupted by the man.

“This girl is no longer your concern. Do you want me to tell you who I am, or are you able to guess?” He said pointing to large ship, with black sails and a golden kraken.

The men cowered their heads. “My apologies, my Lord.” 

“I’m no lord.” He said as they scurried away. He looked at me, once again with a devilish smile. “So you were saying you’d do-”

“Anything. Anything you want.” I said looking into his eyes, and then looking away with embarrassment. 

“What’s your name?” He asked, still smiling. 

“Y/N” I said.

“Well Y/N, we’re just heading back. Welcome to your new life, aboard Silence.” He said backing away from me.

“Wait, but who are you?” I said following after him.

“Euron Greyjoy.” he said 

Ever since then, we had quickly fallen in love. Now he called me his Queen, as he was King of the Iron Islands. He took me into his chambers one night and sat me down.

“My Queen, we must talk about the future.” he said to me taking my hands in his.

“What do you mean, the future?” I asked him.

“You know that for me to win this war I need to marry to advance and-”

“Marry? You can’t even marry me, but you’ll marry some stranger?” I could feel the tears in my eyes, as I stood up.

“My love, just because I marry someone for an alliance doesn’t mean I cannot love you.” He said turning me towards him.

“I just don’t want to lose you.” I said falling into his arms and sobbing.

“You won’t lose me, I’m right here with you and I won’t ever leave you, I promise.” He said holding me tightly.

I looked at him with my sad eyes. He brushed a tear off my face with his thumb. He leaned down and kissed my lips softly. He pulled back and smiled at me.

“I will love you until the end of time.” He spoke in almost a whisper.

We stood there for a while, and just felt each other’s bodies together. I loved him and hearing him say was all I needed for now. I didn’t want to share him, but I knew that King’s Landing was our next destination, so perhaps I’d just have to give Queen Cersei dirty looks from a distance.

A/N: Soooo I kept this one short because I really wanted to get some more preferences done. I also decided to make it a one shot because it was requested as fluff, and if I was to ever do a full Euron fic, it would be smutty as the seven hells lol. I hope it isn’t too bad, anyways, enjoy!

So Close I Can Taste It, I See What’s Mine And Take It- Part 7/?

Summary: You are the daughter of Robert Baratheon. During the events of S6, you are reluctantly sent to secure an alliance. It is not what you expect.

Paring: Euron Greyjoy x reader

Warning: Smut, swearing.

A/N: Part 7….slightly shorter chapter of sorts until the wedding smut which is coming soon.

You waited by the door, watching Euron’s discussions with his small council. You could imagine it wasn’t much of a council and more Euron giving commands and people obeying. Still, you found it nearly impossible not to watch him. He was so captivating, he drew you right in.

As a young girl, you’d been told after the failed rebellion, that the Ironborn were just about a step up from Wildings in their lifestyles of raiding and thieving and that the Iron Islands were full of criminals, who’d steal your gold, fuck you, slash your throat and throw your corpse in the gutter.

You’d even been told the Greyjoys had a habit of being the biggest upstarts, a house of criminals and troublemakers. Smalltime Lords with overinflated egos. Yet when you slept in Euron’s arms, you’d never felt safer or more protected.

You wondered what your father or your grandfather or even your uncles would have to say of you sharing a bed with the same Greyjoy who burnt the Lannister ships back during the first rebellion. The thought was somewhat entertaining.

Euron had confidently confirmed it was him one night after you lay together. You’d just rolled your eyes playfully at his bravado and told him you’d hoped he’d be targeting the right ones next time. He’d laughed then pushed you into the bed, kissed you until your lips were swollen and fucked you so hard you still felt it at sunrise.

You walked into the main hall timing your entrance just as Euron was dismissing his small council and he smiled as he saw you.
“My love, Come sit with me,” Euron extended his hand out from where he sat on the Salt Throne wearing his crown.
You approached, took his hand and he put you in his lap and you stroked his short brown hair.
“When will we marry,” you used your other hand to cup his cheek.
“As soon as we can, my love,” he murmured into your ear. “Within the week, I don’t want to wait,”
“Neither do I,” you ran your hand down his neck and to across the exposed skin of his chest, where his tunic ended, brushing the line between skin and material. Your hands traced a long thin scar, a map of his worldly travels.

Euron caught your thoughts as you did and narrated as you traced your fingers over his lean, muscled body.

“A scrap with one of the Second Sons,”

Your hands found another

“Some fisherman in Pentos,”

you moved to another scar. “Got that in Asshai,”

Euron continued this and you kissed each one, before working your way up to kiss his lips.

“You are the only woman I have ever wanted to marry in my whole life,” Euron rasped against your skin, he kissed your hand and looked into your eyes. “Never cared for marriage or the idea or a real wife” he paused and shrugged “Until I met the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. The best woman I’ve ever had,”

You laced your fingers through his.

“You’re mine,” he spoke, his deep voice like gravel to you.

Euron’s breath was soft against the skin of your neck, a contrast to his facial hair scratching against you, as he whispered how he’d give you all the kingdoms he could, how he’d destroy anyone who got in the way, how he’d give you a title befitting of a a woman like you, you wouldn’t be Lady Baratheon, you’d be his Queen of the Iron Islands and he’d conquer anyone for you, before he claimed your lips in a deep kiss.

It was most likely not the bedroom talk most ladies would favour but it worked for you. Your hands found the front of his black coat and you used it as leverage to pull yourself closer into him You could hear the sounds of pleasure from his throat and untangled yourself from him, standing up.

Euron raked a gaze over you, studying you carefully, as if he was calculating why you’d freed yourself from him.

Letting him watch for a moment, his head tilted, tongue sticking slightly out, you stood in front of him, before you reached up slowly and purposefully and undid the dress you were wearing, watching the look on his face turn into a smirk as it fell.

You’d deliberately just worn your dress and forgone the shift you’d usually wear under it. It had been cold most of the day but you were now warm, in a room with a roaring fire and the look on Euron’s face made the earlier cold air worth it. You pushed your hair over your shoulder and returned to his lap, straddling him in his chair and rubbing him through his clothes.

Euron moved you on his lap so you could feel his hardness and know that he wanted you right there. He kept one of his arms wrapped tight around your lower back and one of his hands tangled in your hair. He looked at you in adoration.

“What,” you asked gently, cupping his face in your hands.

Euron paused for a moment before replying

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,”

He used the hand in your hair to move your face closer to his and he placed kisses on your lips, before moving his mouth to your breasts, circling your nipples with his tongue and nibbling just slightly harder. Your pulse quickened and you could feel your wetness pool between your legs.

Leaning back slightly to give Euron a better view, you began to run your own hand over your opening, letting him watch as you rubbed gently, sliding your fingers across yourself. You continued this, using your other hand to reach into his breeches and free his already hard cock.
Adjusting yourself so his tip was pressing against your entrance, causing Euron to groan against you. Your eyes locked on him as you pushed yourself near to peak with your fingers, making sure to gasp out his name as you did.

A deep guttural sound from Euron set your core on fire. “I want to take you here on my throne, my Queen,” He pushed into you slowly, already stretching you as you lowered yourself on to him, taking him inside you.
For a moment, you both stilled, savouring the feeling of being joined together again before you rolled your hips against him in a slow sensual rhythm. Your hands gripped his shoulders tight, nails dragging against his skin, no doubt leaving him with a new set of scars.

Euron’s hands found your hips and he bounced you against his length, snapping your bodies together with ease. You writhed and moaned on him as he held you against him, arms firm, bruising your hips as he came, burying his face into your neck and biting hard as he did. Watching him finish himself on you, set the coil which had been building inside you off, sending you over.

“You’re right, my King. I am yours,” you breathlessly returned your hand to trace along his scarred chest again, before you rested your head on his shoulder, bodies still tangled . “but you are also mine. Always”


Three days later, Euron had asked you to marry him again as you bathed together. You’d cocked your head and told him you’d already agreed to marry him and he’d then added a ‘in the morning, marry me in the morning,’ to the end of this proposal, causing you to nod and passionately kiss him.

You hadn’t informed the news of the marriage to anyone, instead opting to marry in a smaller low key affair. Euron had ordered any ravens be sent out after the ceremony.

Never in a million years would you have planned for this when you first docked in Pyke. Then again, it was entirely likely that Tommen or Lady Olenna whispering in his ear, would not have imagined this outcome either.
You were almost certain when the time came for you to return home, you’d no doubt return with the Iron Fleet and your new husband. Euron would definitely insist you were Lady Greyjoy not Lady Baratheon. If you ever returned home. It was unlikely whilst the Faith were there and even less likely now Tommen was working with them.

So you could dress and prepare for your ceremony, you’d decided to get ready in a separate room.

“M'Lady, forgive me if I’m out of turn….I’m supposed to offer counsel.., there’s other navy ships out there, if you wish to leave,” your handmaiden spoke as she styled your hair into a half up-half down style.
“He’s dangerous…The guard who attacked you…I heard Lord Euron tied him to an anchor and threw it overboard,”

Euron had told you over your evening meal how he’d treated your attacker in detail and then swiftly moved on to comment on how nice the food was in a completely casual manner. You’d gotten used to how he’d bring up torture over dinner or make loaded sexual comments in your ear when you were in public places.

It was most unlordly and in all honesty, it contributed to why you loved him so much. He was outspoken, and so wildly different from anything you’d ever known, and if anything it made you shake your head and laugh at how bold he was.

“After what Joffrey used to do to innocent people…how he killed that whore, how he beat the Stark girl….you think how Euron treats criminals would affect me?” emphasising the words innocent and criminal, you stood up and walked to the front of your mirror as she helped you into your dress.

On the mainlands, brides would wear ivory or white. You’d instead opted for a golden yellow gown, finely spun silk skirts and lace sleeves decorated with hundreds of tiny stones, so fine they were barely there, your cloak was black and longer than tradition dictated, fastened in place with a singular clasp.
No doubt Euron would want to have you new ones made using materials he’d paid the Iron price for, rather than ones made from King’s Landing silk. Ever the proud man.

“I know he’s not like the men in the songs you like. I’m well aware of who he is and what he is and I do not care, I’m not marrying him for the Iron Fleet. Euron and I belong together,”

She painted a smile on her face and applied a matching silver clasp in your hair and stood back.

“You look lovely, m'lady , the colours suit you,”

You let yourself smile and swayed slightly so the skirts flared out. “At least our banner colours are the same,”

Usually when a man and woman married, she’d take on his banner colours and wear them as a symbol of unity and representation of her new Lord husbands house. Not that had stopped Margaery wearing Tyrell green or your mother in Lannister red

Your guard stood at the door and bowed his head slightly to you. You’d forgotten you’d asked him to call for you when the time was near.
“Come to escort you to the ceremony, M'Lady, if you’re ready,”
Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to breathe in deeply then out before turning to the guard
“Of course.”

Sealing the Deal / Daenerys Targaryen [Greyjoy!reader]

Words: 1325

The original proposal by the Greyjoy siblings for the mother of dragons was never one of marriage, Yara and Theon had made that clear. Neither of them had expected that Daenerys Targaryen would become taken with their younger sister.

Daenerys, herself, was taken aback the first moment she saw (Y/N) Greyjoy. It wasn’t just the obvious outward beauty-but the way her presence had affected Daenerys.

(Y/N) was very quiet during the Greyjoy’s first meeting with the queen, keeping to herself and merely letting her eyes wander around the room-barely paying the negotiations any mind. 

The girl had given the queen the impression that her thoughts were completely elsewhere. 

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anonymous asked:

i feel stupid asking this, but could you explain the difference between sexism as a part of the setting that isn't endorse (like in ASOIF) and sexism as a part of the setting that ends up becoming part of the narrative (like in sjm's stuff). it seems like an extremely fine line to toe and i'm interested for my own writing works in the future. like, i don't think it's inherently bad to write sexism as a part of the setting like GRRM as long as it isn't endorsed?

Uhh so this might be long.

I was debating how best to exemplify this dichotomy between sexist narratives and sexist settings, and ended up deciding on comparing ASOIAF and ACOTAR (although ASOIAF vs Game of Thrones is also a good showcase of the problem). 

The settings of both ACOTAR and ASOIAF are explicitly patriarchal, where women are more or less viewed as objects for churning out babies. However, while the settings are similar (solely with regards to gender roles), the narratives’ treatment of gender is very different. Let’s take a looky-loo.

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