#RICKEEN

[thedarkestgreys]

The Unpaid Debt

a sansan / rickeen modern au

by @jillypups

GoT/ASOIAF || Chapters 22/22 || Work Complete || Rated M

Private Investigator Ned Stark is gunned down in his own vehicle alongside wife Cat and eldest son Robb, whose last words before he succumbs to his wounds include “Lannisters.”

[skarmoree]

PHILA?

[daenystheedreamer]

Do you have an asoiaf ships that you don't hate but just don't understand where they came from?

i can usually kinda figure it out like usually there's an element of self insert like sansa x adult men ships or the Yaoi Urge but one that makes me go Huh what, is myrcella x robb. theres what one line in AGOT when robb walks with her to the dais? also she is eight. bruh. in fairness it tends to be a shownly thing where she's a pretty teenager but Bro what,. ig as a What If its kinda interesting but also not really LMAO

jon snow gets shipped with just about every female character (just perused ao3 and immediately saw jon/shireen) but im pretty sure those are mostly self-insert types wanting their Uber Awesome Pussy Slayer Jon Snow. sorry bro but he is organising his inventory he is too busy.

[hollowwhisperings]

Like many(?) fans of ASOIAF, I've a silly fondness for "Rickeen" - the concept of a post-War for the Dawn teen Rickon Stark, raised in Skagos by Osha & half a wolf because of so frequently warging with Shaggydog, deciding to steal himself the bookish, Southron Princess "Shireen" because she's kind and has been teaching him how to Lord. Hijinks ensue.

PRACTICALLY speaking, of course, is the very real Powerhouse that their marriage would create: Shireen is the Princess of Dragonstone, the legal heir to the Iron Throne (by right of Baratheon conquest & her NOT being a bastard) and, with the demise of Renly Baratheon, Heir Apparent to the Stormlands; Rickon is Heir Apparent of The North (Robb's Will notwithstanding) and, by right of his being male & able-bodied, the rightful Lord of Winterfell. That Rickon's been AWOL with Osha, presumably learning the ways of the freefolk & speaking The Old Tongue, conveniently sets him up for acceptance from both the Great Northern Houses (your Manderlys and Umbers and Mormonts) AND all the freefolk settling in The New Gift.

But what is the state of things for this ship, as set up in canon?

Lord Davos Seaworth, smuggler extraordinaire & Hand to King Stannis, has been sent by Lord Wyman Manderly (leader & head-schemer for a good third of the many Conspiracies Great & Northern) to fetch 5-year old Rickon from Skagos, an island just off the coast from Eastwatch, south of Hardhome, and known for cannibalistic wildlings & deadly unicorns.

Meanwhile, at Castle Black, Princess Shireen is presumably in the King's Tower & thus "guarded" from the ongoing mutiny by Wun-Wun the Giant. Shireen is, at this point in the story, 11 years old & is good friends with Devan Seaworth (13), eldest surviving son of the Onion Knight and thusly his heir, and her double-cousin Edric Storm (13, Robert's bastard by a lady Florent, currently secreted away in the Free Cities & out of the reach of Melissandre's arsony).

Had Queen Selyse not pitched fuss over which derelict castle at The Wall would best befit her station (she HAD wanted the Nightfort but, uh, Castle Black was safer & less haunted), she and her court (Shireen included) would still be at Eastwatch. Lord Davos set out for Skagos from White Harbour & Eastwatch is the closest friendly port from Skagos, and it's very plausible that Lord Manderly had this in mind when charging our Onion Knight with his fetchquest: a betrothal agreement, between Rickon & Shireen would secure a degree of King Robb's legacy, give Stannis a kingdom (the Stormlands currently warring against itself & the Golden Company of "Aegon VI"), and afford to both children some obligatory protection from harm through their respective factions.

As it stands, it's unlikely that 5-year old Rickon will be leading an army of Skagosi unicorns to hassle mutineers, Freys, and Boltons from atop his direwolf, & unlikelier that little Shireen would safely walk amongst freefolk with the scars of [her surviving] Grey Scale so obviously on her face. I do think they'd find each other fascinating, if introduced, but babysitting one's betrothed during an apocalypse is a scenario unlikely to be long-lived should it occur in Winds.

[jeyneofpoole]

all asoiaf fans know is *ships two people who have never interacted*

[stannismistress]

Shireen: I'm gonna take a shower. Do you care to join me? Rickon: You know, honey, there's a gun in the footlocker in the garage. If I ever say "no" to that question, I want you to use it on me.

[phrophetsam]

An Offer You Can't Refuse - A Rickeen Fic

A Rickeen fic for the New Year? Check A Mobster AU? Check Davos being supportive of Shireen? Check Shireen being a little rebellious against her father? Check Rickon just being all around coolness? Check

[ksmetrp]

SHIREEN BARATHEON

portrayal notes:

- played to show and book canon with headcanon influences.

- potential triggers in my portrayal include canon typical violence, scarring, burning, fire.

plot ideas:

- shireen x rickon. queen of the six kingdoms/king of the north arranged marriage to make the kingdoms seven again? or shireen being taken by davos to grow up in winterfell, keeping her safe from the war (or her father, if we want to go with the show idea of him burning her) and then her and rickon growing up together and falling in love. idk, i just think they’re a cute couple.

- open to plotting.

[frozensnares]

Rickeen Shipweek 2020

[anniebibananie]

game of thrones au | rickon & shireen high school au ↳ for @asoiafrarepairs a dream of spring event :: hope

He sees her on the days he has detention, and she has… well, he isn’t actually sure what she has. He’s pretty sure it has something to do with the Literary Magazine because she’s always carrying around books and piles of papers, but Rickon doesn’t actually know that much about after school clubs besides for what he sees when he’s at detention. 

Rickon would like to clarify he is not a bad kid, okay? He just… doesn’t like sitting still. He’s pretty sure there’s a difference. It’s not like he has malicious intent about the whole thing or anything. 

Whatever. Not the point. Back to Shireen. 

Shireen is like… the coolest person he’s ever met. Except for the fact that he hasn’t met her so much as he’s stared upon her beauty and glory from far away (see: across the parking lot while he waits in his car, making sure someone actually comes to pick her up before he leaves).

He knows the staring is probably sort of creepy, but he’s just worried, okay? Because her parents don’t seem to give much of a shit about her, and he doesn’t want her to be stuck alone. 

And yeah, he could probably offer her a ride, but... Shireen seems easily scared away, and that’s the last thing Rickon wants to do. He’ll wait for his moment. 

Which comes halfway through fall semester on a particularly rainy day when Shireen’s ride is nowhere in sight. 

“Do you need a lift home?” he asks. 

She looks up from the book she’s been reading beneath the shelter of the overhang by the front door. She looks surprised by the interruption, and even more so when she sees who it is. 

“Oh,” the sound comes out in a puff of breath. “My ride should be here any minute.” 

Rickon pauses. “Are you sure?”

Her brow scrunches, but then she shuts the book and tentatively grabs her backpack. “I mean, are you sure? You don’t mind?” 

He beams. “I don’t mind at all.” 

🚌📘Shireen’s parents don’t really care where she is as long as it’s not in their way, and Rickon’s parents have sort of given up now that he’s the last one in the house, so it seems logical once they start spending all those empty hours after school together. And despite seeming like the last two people at Kings High who should get along... they actually fit together pretty perfectly. Now if Rickon can only manage to tell her how he feels without blowing the whole thing up. 

[winterequinoxx]

The Feral Wolf

in all of the ways D&D screwed us over....I think killing off babies Rickon and Shireen are kinda my two sticking points. Mostly because it did absolutely nothing to further the plot aside from cause MORE goddamn heartbreak.

I'm gonna live in a delusional world where Rickon is still on Skagos, and quickly becoming a badass warrior in his own right. he's raised by Osha and shares headspace with the most vicious of the Wolfpack. his Uncle Brandon may have been the Wild Wolf, but Rickon Stark is absolutely Feral.

and since Skagos is the land of Stone and Unicorns, who better to earn the loyalty of their fierce warrior than the Stone Princess who was willing to ride into battle alongside her Onion Knight, Shireen Baratheon?

[jinklyster]

"I had bad dreams," Shireen told him. "About the dragons. They were coming to eat me."

[helookedupgrinninglikeadevil]

@anniebibananie here’s my choices! Hope y’all are gonna vote for these great options!! Honorable mentions for Dicksa and Arya x Tommen.

[daenystheedreamer]

a funny little minor neurosis of the GOT fandom was how there was this like small gaggle of fans who liked shireen and cast myrcella as her like evil blonde bully. intersected with rickon x shireen.

[stxrks]

anyway i mentioned this on ao3 and there seems to be a bit of interest so message me if you’d be interested in a joining a discord for fans of the stark kids with a side focus on throbb, jongritte, sansaery, gendry, brojen and rickeen!!🤠 no need to ship all of the aforementioned ships, as long as you love the starks you’re more than welcome to join!!

[stormbornbastard]

Sansa + Podrick 

( Summer Romance Modern AU)

Sansa Stark had spent her entire life chasing an image of a man that only existed within the pages of her novels. Men who were kind, gentle and brave. Men who loved with tenderness and soft security. Who loved unconditionally. 

Men who she’d discovered didn’t seem to exist.

On her quest for the love she craved, she had met only cleverly disguised cruelty. Her handsome prince turned out to be a sadist, her blue-eyed bastard who she saw the best in, had only left her with scars. She had been battered and bruised chasing that image. 

Sansa Stark had grown to believe that a love she craved was too much to ask for. 

Now, as she returns to Winterfell Manor from Red Keep University the summer after her Junior year, she’s pretty much given up on love completely. Learned to believe that a kind good love just wasn’t in the cards for her and would remain within the confines of her beloved fiction.

She was surprised to find that her fellow siblings have found what she had been dreaming of since she was a little girl. The right kind of love. 

Her eldest brother, Robb, had fallen into the arms of one Margarey Tyrell who seemed to make him better and happier. Jon had Daenerys, a woman Sansa figured she hate but had soon come to form a strong bond with through their shared trauma. She understood her pain and never judged her for it. Both their exes had left their fair share of marks and Dany had this way of reassuring her that the abuse didn’t have to define her. That she could find genuine love, like she did with Jon. Sansa wanted to believe her. A small part of her did. 

Even Arya and Bran had found people. Gendry was nice and he and Arya argued like an old married couple. Sansa called them cute once and Arya shot her a look of disgust before her boyfriend wrapped his arms around her waist. She could still think they were cute, even if her sister would detest her saying it aloud.

Bran had found comfort in his best friend’s brother, Jojen Reed. She hadn’t even known he was into guys until they showed up, hand in hand. Then again, he was never really the type to share much about himself. That and the fact that they were never that close as kids. 

She liked Jojen though, Bran seem more alive in his presence. He actually got him to respond to the world around him and she hadn’t seen her brother seem so happy since before the accident. 

It seemed like it was just her and Rickon now.

Until it wasn’t. 

She didn’t even know thirteen year olds could have relationships. The Stannis and his family came over for dinner one night and he caught Rickon and Shireen holding hands under the table when she moved to get the fork she dropped. 

Sansa was the last Stark who wasn’t in love. She tried not to dwell on it but she’d be lying if she said she didn’t hate it. 

And then, came him. 

Her mom, Catelyn had made partner at her law firm and with the extra money she decided to hire some help around the house. Brienne’s nephew came to work for them as a groundskeeper. She had met Podrick Payne once before and she was not impressed. Not even in the slightest. 

She remembered him being aloof and always with this goofy grin on his face. He seemed to stumble throughout life, like a newborn deer. He had a crush on her when they were kids, an awkward crush and Sansa had made it a point to avoid him ever since. 

She doubted anything had changed so without actually interacting with him, she decided to avoidance was the best route. The last thing she needed was to deal with some helpless, love-struck man baby who wouldn’t leave her alone.  

Sansa had successfully remained ignorant to his presence for the first few days and it was a pretty proud accomplishment might she add. And then she actually saw him, sweaty and shirtless outside of her bedroom window as he mowed through the lawn. 

And something inside her, stirred. Awoken like a bear in hibernation.

Podrick Payne...was hot. 

Gods, she felt like a fucking cliche watching him from her bedroom window. 

He had lost his baby weight, grew out his hair and had a beard. 

She had never pictured Podrick Payne with a beard. She never even thought he could grow one. Nor did she think he’d ever.  

She hadn’t thought he’d fill out the way he had either. He had strong arms, really strong arms. He didn’t have abs but his stomach was flat and his chest, covered a little bit in hair. 

She bit her lip as she watched him, she actually bit her lip like some silly school girl seeing an attractive man for the first time. 

Podrick must’ve sensed her gaze and looked up in her direction. Sansa’s eyes widened when he waved at her. Fuck, she probably looked like some random creep. 

She didn’t wave back, just closed the curtain swiftly and ignored the churning in her stomach as she sat back down on her bed. 

Was she-Was she just thirsting over Podrick Payne? 

Podrick. Fucking. Payne! 

After that, Sansa avoided him for an entirely different reason. 

Yet she couldn’t avoid the Summer Harvest. A religious holiday that people just used as an excuse to eat good with their families and friends. Her mother, ever the socialist, invited Brienne and her family along with a few others. 

Podrick sat directly across from her and Sansa hated to admit that he made her nervous. She wasn’t an anxious person yet here she was and this was Pod for crying out loud. He cried when he stepped over a snail in Kindergarten. Why was she nervous over Podrick? 

After Dinner, Sansa just wanted to disappear but if she left, it’d spark some kind of suspicion amongst her family members and friends. The last thing she wanted to do was explain her crush and she was a shitty liar. 

By the luck of some very unforgiving gods, the very subject of her anxiety approached her. She felt her stomach flip when he smiled the same cheeky little grin that made her want to throw sand on him when they were kids. 

“Hi.” He dug his hands into his pockets and Sansa felt her cheeks turn red. He was so cute and he didn’t even know it. 

“Hi.” She couldn’t remember the last time her voice had been so soft. Or high.

“You uh, you look nice.”

“Thank you, you uh, you look tall.” 

Tall? What? What did she just say? 

“I meant, you look taller. Taller than the last time we met.” she fumbled out as Podrick stared at her, a small smile playing at his lips.

“Yeah well, puberty I guess.” 

And Sansa laughed, a little too loudly but it made Pod smile and it was nice. Talking to him after that was nice to. Easier than she thought. Podrick listened and only spoke when he felt it necessary but Sansa didn’t mind. She actually preferred it. 

It was comforting. 

After the harvest, she found herself around Podrick more than she ever thought she would be. Sansa talked to him while he worked the weeds, ignoring the way his shirt clung to him and the way his muscles flexed as he did so. She helped him when he worked in the greenhouse, admiring the difference of how firm he was with the weeds and how gentle he was with the roses. 

Then it happened. The moment. 

The moment where the both reached for the watering can at the same time. Their hands touched and shivers ran up her arm and down her spine. 

Podrick turned to her and the look in his eyes, the shift in the atmosphere scared the living shit out of her. He was going to kiss her, she knew it. 

“I have a midterm to write!” She screamed suddenly, taking Podrick by surprise as he pulled away from her. 

She didn’t wait for him to answer before running away like a frightened school girl. It was summer vacation, mid terms were half a year away. That was by far, the worst excuse she could have ever come up with. 

She avoided him for a week after that. Mentally tormenting herself for her freak reaction. 

What was wrong with her? 

Podrick was cute. 

He was kind and he made her feel safe. 

And he made her laugh, without even really trying. Nobody has ever made her laugh the way he has. 

He was everything she had ever truly wanted and she freaked out when he tried to kiss her. 

She was so stupid. Gods, how could she face him again after this? 

She wouldn’t. She couldn’t. 

Summer would be over soon. Six measly weeks and then she would never have to face him or her actions again.  She could do it.  

After the first day, she actually believed it. She doesn’t know if it was her or if it was Podrick but she didn’t care, only thanked the gods. 

And then, the second day came. 

There was a dinner that was way too romantic for her taste. She felt like the third wheel amongst her family and by the time appetizers’ came out, she had found some flimsy excuse to go home.

He was there, in the greenhouse. She knew he worked tonight and that he probably would be nurturing the winter roses Daenerys brought from Dragonstone which needed to be tended to at night. Her plan of avoiding him slipped her mind as she  but she’d be lying if she made her way over to the crystal building. 

She wanted to see him and that also scared the living shit out of her. 

He must’ve heard her heels clicking on the sidewalk because he turned to her, stepping from the greenhouse and into the moonlight.

Shit, why was was he so cute? 

“I know I freaked out yesterday bu-” 

He didn’t let her finish before closing distance between the two of them with four short strides. The feeling of his hands on her waist halted her words in her throat as he pulled her gently into him. Her stomach dropped and her legs wobbled but he held her steady. 

“I just, can I kiss you? Just once.” 

She nodded, not able to form coherent thoughts as his lips pressed against her own. They were soft and Sansa melted into him. The once feverish kiss turned passionate as her arms wrapped around his neck and he pulled her into him even more. Her mind was hazy as her fingers moved to entangle themselves in his hair. 

Thunder crackled above them but neither cared enough to pull away. 

Only when soft droplets of rain fell on their skin did she and Podrick finally move away from each other. Foreheads resting on the other’s as they breathed in sync. 

She couldn’t believe it, she had kissed Podrick Payne in the rain like some kind of Disney movie. And she still wanted to kiss Podrick in the rain so she did. Closing the gap once again, a smile playing on her lips as she lost herself in the moment and him, especially him.

The cold they both got a week later was so fucking worth it. 

Suprisingly, she and Podrick worked. It wasn’t just some fleeting kiss, it became so much more. They explored Winterfell Manor together. Stealing kisses in the nooks and crannies of the old noble home. They went on a few day trips together, sometimes just to drive and find the most secluded clearing to have picnics in. He took her hiking and she took him to art museums. 

They worked and falling in love with him was a natural occurrence that summer. 

By the end of it, Sansa came to the conclusion that maybe she had it wrong before. That maybe kind, brave and gentle men didn’t just belong in her novels. Maybe they were just clumsy frogs who needed time to blossom into the handsome prince, or in her case, the cute groundskeeper who made her feel safe and happy. Really happy.