Warning: Death, mention of grief, flashforward, descriptive anxiety-inducing moments, mention of wounds.
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Part one, Part two, Part three, Part four, Part five, Epilogue.
Extra : Before Brin’s birth
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For love never falters when memories fade
It was a dark, cold night when the lady of the castle awakened, drenched as if she had run for miles. Something deep in her bones ached in panic. The lady couldn't fathom the reason for such a fright.
Her breath came in short, laboriously working its way from her lungs to the cold chamber, leaving her in clouds.
Heart beating erratically in her throat and the feeling of an imminent danger lurking still vivid in her mind, the lady of the castle choose to rise from the warmth of her furs to take a short walk. Hopefully, checking on her sons would calm her nerves if she saw they were alright.
For they were to be safe and sound, of course.
It had been many moons since her nightmares plagued her sleeping moments every so often. Shadows slithering in the dead of night, bringing cold and ice in their tracks. A muted grey light flashed before a freezing feeling in her bones. Red wine splattering in the snow. For months, she'd been woken up with cold sweat ruining the furs for the night, short and panicked breaths waking Bran in turn.
There was nothing he could do to ease her fright on those nights.
For weeks Lady (Y/N) had made her sons sleep between her lord husband and herself. It took a long time for Bran to convince her that their guards were adequate to protect them from anything. Even then, he offered her a long knife for her name day.
"You won't need it." He'd whisper on her neck one night, fingers sliding up and down her naked arm, in his best effort to reconcile her with the night.
"Hmm…" (Y/N) had humoured Bran but never took the knife from under the pillows. He never asked for her to either.
It was silly that the thing made her feel at ease when she slept alone in their room. For Bran was gone. Back to his duties once more.
(Y/N) made her way silently in the castle's halls toward her son's shared room. Bran's knife swiftly concealed in her sleeping gown and furs still failed to ease her mood. The two guards were posted at the entrance, and a simple nod was given to her when she entered.
Her free hand had slithered its way to her belly, where a soft bump was starting to show.
Brin and Aeron were sleeping like she knew they would. Brin had his father's features, even at six years of age. Aeron held more of you, from your complexion to his mannerism. Nagga and Aeron's pup, Leviathan, named after one of their mother's many stories, curled at the feet of the boy's respective beds.
Nagga was the only one to open an eye when (Y/N) sat in the rocking chair near the door. She shushed him passing by, holding one of his ears gently between her fingers before settling. Covering herself with the embroidered duvet Meira had gifted her at Aeron's birth, the lady of the castle let her anxiety diminish at the sight of her sleeping sons.
Breaths evening to a slow, repeating rhythm, eyes growing heavy with the lack of stimulation, (Y/N) let herself get caught in the room's darkness and the duvet's warmth, finding herself floating in comfort for the first time in too many nights.
It was a bit later that the lady's eyes opened once more. Now in the shadowed room of her children. Her heart was racing, sweat rolling down in beads from the nape of her neck to her spine, yet an aching cold held the room captive. Her breath once more elevated before her eyes, paler in the room's darkness than the rest.
Lady (Y/N)'s eyes travelled from her eldest son's bed -closer to the door- then to her secondborn, farther away, scanning for anything moving that shouldn't be there. Nothing. She tried to bring warmth back to her nose. The room was colder than when she'd entered it.
A light 'thud' from outside made her heart in a tormenting frenzy, faster than it had already been. Instinctively, her hand clenched around the knife's handle and tossed the duvet aside as she rose from her seat. Her furs followed next. Arms free to move as she pleased, only encombered by the nightdress she wore. Moving from the rocking chair to stand closer to her eldest son's bed, she took the stance Bran showed her when she'd asked.
(Y/N) made sure, however, not to stand in front of the door, so she could keep the element of surprise like Walton had taught her long ago. Nagga and Leviathan stood right in front of the door, the fur around their neck raised and low growls escaping their throat.
Nagga moved first, jumping on the door (Y/N) hadn't known being opened. The dog must have surprised whoever had been on the other side, for a yelp echoed on the stone walls as the creature lashed at them.
A clatter soon followed the chaos, and a shadow slithered its way inside the room, slashing Leviathan's neck as it pounced toward it. Cutting its roar short, leaving only the wet choking sound of air and blood mixing.
Lady (Y/N) didn't need more time to think when she jumped forward, slashing with all her might at the grayish shadow before her. It tried to attack her too, but (Y/N) jumped back just like her older brother had once shown her. It stopped for a second, and the lady took action once more. Dark glare met icy cold emptiness for the first time before combat was launched.
Grabbing a limb and twisting to turn it towards her. She'd managed to pierce the skin, she thought, when a heavy hand threw her aside.
Cold consumed her ribs like a lake suddenly becoming ice, and the shock of her back meeting the stone cut her exhale short, and a cry escaped the woman's lips before she could stop it, but she made no movement to feel the injury. 'Must not show weakness.' Walton had once said. She hadn't had the chance to take a new breath or regain her sense of orientation when something heavy sat on her chest.
Lady (Y/N)'s hands rose instinctively toward those of her attacker. She caught them before the blade could break the skin of her neck, yet she could still feel the coldness of it too close to her throat for her comfort. Unable to release one hand to grab her knife, she tried using her legs to destabilize the thing on her.
"Mother!"
Nagga's growls and sharp calls must have woken the boys, (Y/N) knew it. The sobs she could hear were those of Aeron.
With a new desperation, she pushed the hands farther up and grabbed her knife, knocking the blade with her arm as she struck. Icy cold with yet a fiery warmth following it flowed in the armed she used as a shield, the weapon stuck in her shoulder, and a grunt left the lady. She didn't try to cower, instead trying to strike once more.
Aiming to hurt or destabilizing over killing just yet. It managed to push its damned blade deeper inside her shoulder despite the lady's trashing around.
Pushing what was over her to the side, she struck it again in the head. Then, again and again, she made sure it stayed down before turning to her sons.
"Stay here." Her breath was coming in short, and she must have twisted her ankle while falling, for pain shot through it as she walked.
The lady exited the room to join a whining yet still growling Nagga on the other side. It was slowly losing its battle against the assassin, blood wetting its fur as it had Leviathans.
Making the best of the crouched position her assailant was in, Lady (Y/N) lunged toward it and struck again, aiming for the face.
Once again, cold erupted in her, the lungs incapable of drawing breath for a short time. The assassin had lodged its blade under her breast. (Y/N) moved before it could remove the weapon and kicked at the creature to keep it away.
The commotion had risen the guards toward the boy's room, and soon, the second assassin was eliminated. All happened in a blur, and the lady was removed before it could resolve itself completely. With the danger now taken care of, she could barely stand alone and was forcefully escorted back to her room. Standing between two tall guards making her feel like she was a little girl again. They could not contain her before getting the maids to bring her sons and Nagga.
Apparently, they removed the bodies of the intruders and burned them. The two guards and Leviathan were brought out of the room to be given proper funerals. When mother and sons were finally bunched together, safe, warm and loved, the lady kissed both her boy to sleep.
While being fussed over by maesters, Lady (Y/N) asked for a crow to be sent to her husband. "So he'd be informed of the situation."
She also asked for her brother Urion to be sent a messenger informing him of the situation. Breathing was becoming laborious, and her cough sounded wetter by the minute.
In the letter addressed to her brother, the maester wrote that lady (Y/N) had not been conscious when her death occurred. Sleeping with her children, exhausted from the battle and the blood loss. It was also written to the man that Bran was yet to know about his wife's death, as his crow left four hours before Urion's.
Brin and Aeron cried their little heart out when a maid ushered them out of their mother's cold embrace once the sun came out. Maester somberly nodded their heads as they covered the lady of the castle's face.
Bran could remember the funerals held for her. The crown of roots placed on her hair, a dress in the Stark's colours and a blanket of her family's crest placed as if she was resting beneath it. He could remember the cold in his chest as he watched the fire take her form.
The empty hole it left in his heart as he clenched his son's shoulders.
He could feel the brief warmth of tears rolling on his face before the wind turned them into ice droplets.
Bran could also remember -being shaken as he was sitting in the chariot trailing him to King's Landing- the imagery of a Lady carved in the rocks. He could still see the stone sepulture, both as it was first and as he saw it when he was a boy. The eroded face was once detailed as his aunt was. The sculpture's hands crumpled from the touch of those her loss had hurt the most.
Bran could remember all those things of the ghost he saw that night when winter had lost. But he hadn't found anything relating her story in the archives of the Starks. Brandon's wife had never been mentioned. Only his firstborn Brin, well, Brandon, was named.
Bran could remember that her statue was the only one made with a crown.
Request: Hi, can I get a Bran Stark x Reader about how he comes back married and she ends up pregnant after he becomes king even though they thought it was impossible and everyone's reaction to it. - (Anon)
A/N: I hope you enjoy this! It isn't something I normally write so this was exciting!
You hadn't thought this was possible. In all the time you had known your husband he had told you that having children would not be possible.
Following his fall from a window at the hands of Jaime Lannister as a child, the doctors in Winterfell told him that he would never be able to father children. At the time he hadn't cared, as he was no more than a child himself. After he met you, that had changed. It took him a long time to get over his feelings that he wasn't worthy enough for you, not being able to give you children like you had wanted.
For your part in it, you had been sad at first. Sure, you had pictured having a family with Bran. However, you would rather have Bran alone than a different husband with children. The two of you were your own family.
That is why you weren't concerned at first when your time of the month was late. Sometimes it had been irregular before, thanks to travel, diet, and the stress of literal war. Yet as the days turned to weeks, you grew worried that something was wrong.
There's no was I could be pregnant, you thought. Bran cannot have children, and I have never been unfaithful to him.
You sighed, flopping onto your back on the bed you shared with your husband. You were now nearing a month late, and instead of experiencing a second period you still had not gotten your first. To make things worse, you felt bloated constantly. At first you thought it was a coincidence, maybe you had just eaten something. But the longer it persisted, and the longer you went without bleeding, you knew something was up.
Finally, you went to a healer in the lower part of King's Landing. You needed to figure out if your assumptions were true.
She placed her hands over your lower stomach, mumbling words you didn't recognize. It was as if she were in a trance, but you knew you were in no danger. You had known of women to go to this healer before, and they always made it out alright.
"You are with child." She said plainly.
Your breath hitched in your throat. Even though there was no bravado to her voice, your world stood still as the room spun around you.
You were pregnant.
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You walked back to the Red Keep, thoughts running a mile a minute in your brain. No matter what, you decided to tell Bran right away. You knew he would want to know. Besides, you had hidden the missed periods from him for long enough. you didn't want to hide what it meant too.
Thankfully you didn't have to wait long once you arrived home.
"Queen Y/n," greeted Bran, as you entered. He opened his arms to you, letting you lean down to give him a hug. "How has your day been Darling?"
"Actually," you whispered in his ear, "could I talk to you about that in private?"
Bran nodded, following you to your shared bedroom. You closed the door behind the two of you, deciding to tell him right away instead of trying to beat around the bush.
"I'm with child," you said as you placed your hands onto your belly. "I don't know how it is possible, but I went to confirm it in the village today. I have been late for a month now, and now I can finally tell you why."
Bran sat for a moment in silence. You couldn't tell what he was feeling. Was he angry? Was he confused? Was he happy?
A smile found its way to Bran's face.
"Are you serious?" He asked. You smiled back at him in response, nodding.
He made his way to you, placing his hand on your belly.
"We're going to have a baby," he whispered giddily. You hadn't heard him this giddy in a long time.
"We're going to have a baby," you repeated, smiling down at your husband.
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✩ Included characters are: Ned Stark, Robb Stark, Bran Stark, Tyrion Lannister, Jaime Lannister, Jon Snow, Eddison Tollett, Grenn, Pyp, Jory Cassel, Jorah Mormont, Bonn + Sandor Clegane ✩
✩ A/N: yes ofc!! i love writing headcanons for this bunch <3 i added the night's watch since there's definitely not enough content for them!! <33 let's pretend that Robb hasn't gone off to war yet! oh and i somewhat hc that Bran is ace, so his kinda derails a bit and talks about that <3 ✩
Oh, Ned. Sweet, sweet Ned. He never stops being a lovey-dovey husband, does he? When he isn't doing anything/not doing anything important, he likes to have you sit on his lap, legs spread so they could rest on either side of his waist. Usually, your arms are draped over his shoulders or wrapped around his torso, keeping yourself close to him and his warmth. For a Northmen, Ned is surprisingly warm, almost like he's your own personal fireplace.
Ned's love language is definitely physical affection/touch. He's never been a materialistic person anyway, so he'd much rather show you love by cuddling and simple touches when he passes you in the hallway. Sure, if you see something in a store window or tchotchke* a merchant is selling that you want, it's not like he's gonna say no and not buy it. Ned loves to see your sweet face light up when you're happy, regardless of how it happens. His favorite way just happens to be endless hugs.
*tchotchke (CHOTCH-kə): a small trinket/miscellaneous item.
For Robb, he's basically the opposite of his father when it comes to showing affection towards his lover. The more things that he can buy you, the better. He enjoys showering you in gifts whenever he comes back from trips to the Capitol or White Harbor. Robb'll wrap up your gifts in pretty wrapping paper and shiny bows and will either leave them at your chamber door or give them to you directly. He loves to see your smile spread across your face when you open them, keeping his arms open for you when you launch yourself into them for a big hug.
When Bran tries to show you affection, it comes off as forced, ungenuine, even. But it's not like he means it that way! He's never had someone/somewhere he can safely express his emotions, so he doesn't know what to do. All his life he'd assumed that his partner would be chosen for him, like Sansa and Joffrey, so he never bothered to give it much thought. Now that he's beyond the wall, crippled, away from everything he once knew, loving someone he chooses to love is new and confusing.
Eventually, Bran does communicate this to you when you asked him why it seemed like he didn't want to be affectionate with you anymore. Knowing him and his past, Bran's explanation comforts your anxious thoughts. You offered to take it slow, not running into anything massive too quickly to help prevent Bran from getting cold feet. Seeing you be so accepting of him and his worries, Bran falls even deeper in love with you.
Ever so slowly, Bran gets more comfortable holding your hand and cuddling (alone + with others around). He grows to love kissing all over your face, holding your soft cheeks in his hands as he peppers the kisses all over. When he has his visions, instead of walking around and exploring whatever world he was thrown into that time; he uses it instead to walk around hand in hand with you. But if Bran really had to pick a love language, it'd be physical affection.
You and Bran are content with purely romantic acts, neither of you wishing to reach 'third base'. You weren't sure if it was because of Bran's disability or something else, but he never had the urges a man his age typically does. Growing up, your mother always told you about how your husband would have these 'urges' Bran doesn't seem to have.
Once, Bran asked you if you were unhappy that he didn't want to have sex. Asked if you'd rather want someone who wasn't 'broken. It broke your heart hearing him ask that, seeing how tears welled up in his eyes. You reassured him repeatedly, wanting to solidify that you loved him regardless of whether he wanted sex or not. Sex wasn't ever the main pillar holding up the relationship, and it's completely okay that it won't ever be even a column supporting it.
Tyrion's love language is complicated at best. He's used to just flaunting his money everywhere and getting what he wants, whether it be power, girls, or buying someone's silence. But he doesn't want to do that with you, it seems cheap to him. Tyrion's a busy man, he always seems to be doing something. If he's not doing anything now, there are most likely other things screaming at him he needs to finish.
So how does a busy man like Tyrion show his lover some well-deserved attention? He already gave you full access to everything in the Red Keep; ranging anywhere between unlimited access to his personal chambers and the Maester's library. The best way was by carving out time in his day that's purely dedicated to quality time with you. He doesn't care where you want to hang out, hell, you could want to hang out in the dungeons and he'd be okay with it. As long as he can either sit next to you or walk hand in hand, Tyrion's set.
Unsurprisingly, both Lannister brothers aren't very materialistic in their love languages. Jaime's favorite way to show he loves you is a combination between quality time (like Tyrion) and physical affection. What's a good way to combine both? Dancing. Yeah, seriously. Jaime couldn't care if there wasn't any music, either.
It'd be just like any other day, you'll be lounging around on his bed, waiting for him to be done with the duties that keep him away so long. You had grown bored of walking through the gardens or practicing your painting skills with other artists that were strewn about said gardens. So you had wound up back here where you had begun.
When Jaime did finally show up, you had shot out of bed to greet him, falling into his waiting arms for a hug. He had taken off his armor in the armory, leaving him all exposed to accept your big hugs and affection. You could feel his cheek rest on top of your head, nose nuzzling your hair sweetly. "Missed you s'much, sweetheart."
"Missed you too, Jaime." Your face was pressed up against his warm chest, his comforting embrace making you feel drowsy.
The two of you slowly started to sway back and forth, eventually making your way to the bed and flopping down on it in a fit of giggles.
Jon is a lot like Bran when it comes to showing affection. He's not nearly as bad at it, but he's not great. But the further along you get in your relationship, the more comfortable he gets. Jon gets embarrassed quickly, so doing small things for you around Castle Black is his preferred way of giving affection. When he notices that your bedsheets are messy, he'll make your bed for you. Is the stitching coming out on your cloak? He'll have it stitched up for you even better than it was before. Did you stay up super late last night and you had guard duty in the morning? He'll take your shift for you, letting you sleep in.
And in the mornings, Jon likes to wake you up by kissing the tip of your nose a bunch until you wake up with a sleepy smile on your face. Hello kisses and goodbye kisses are a must!! When you leave your shared bedroom in the morning? A kiss on the lips. When you see him in the common area inside? A kiss on the lips (or cheek, depending on who is around). He just can't get enough of you and you can't get enough of him, not like he minds one bit.
Edd may be all pessimistic and sarcastic, but he's more than happy to pamper you all you want (don't tell anyone, but he loves being pampered as well!! <3). Surprisingly enough, Edd's kinda clingy! He can't get enough of hugging you from behind while you're cleaning or cooking (<33) with his head resting gently on your shoulder. If you're a ranger, he'll occasionally make his way up onto the wall to hang out with you while you're on guard duty. Edd'll either hug you from behind again while y'all chat, or he'll kneel next to the fire you have burning. This man is so touch starved it's insane, just love on him 'till he melts <3
Like many other men of the Night's Watch, Grenn is touch starved as well. Hold his hand tightly as you walk? He's blushing as red as his hair. Always riding close if you accompany Grenn on a ranging mission? Close enough that either of you could lean over and kiss their cheek? Yes, please! More of that!! Every night when you go to bed, Grenn hugs you tightly for what feels like hours. He holds the back of your head against his chest with his hand, never wanting to let you go. Grenn desperately wishes that you could share his bed with him, but since he didn't have his own room like the Lord Commander does, he couldn't. (Technically he still could, but he'd rather not get 'teased' made fun of by some of the shittier members).
Pyp, on the other hand, would much rather spend time with you on a traditional date than just cuddling all the time. Don't get me wrong, he loves your hugs, but he just can't sit still long enough for a drawn-out cuddle session. Pyp likes to sneak out at night to take you out to dinner at a tavern, or to walk up a hiking trail. Sometimes while you're walking, an animal will scurry across the path and make Pyp squeal like a little girl. He makes you swear that you won't tell Grenn or Edd and you do, which he rewards with a smooch <3
He might not be as physically affectionate as his friends are, but you can't sleep on his kissing skills one bit. Out of all his brothers, he's for sure the best at it. The way his smaller hands cup your face, keeping you close. Everything about it just feels right. You enjoy seeing how red his ears get when you compliment him on it too.
Getting affection from Jory is legit some of the best loving in all of Westeros. Hugs, gifts, quality time, you name it. When you two were still in Winterfell together his favorite activity to do with you was playing in the snow by the godswood. He'd push you face-first into a pile of snow and laughs his ass off when you shriek when you got a mouthful of snow. In retaliation, you push him back once you get up, making Jory yelp and fall on his ass in a fit of laughter. Once you two were done tormenting each other, you'd either build a snowman together or build separate ones in a competition. Even if he technically had the 'better' snowman, most of the time he'd let you win if there wasn't another person to judge them. But when Jory did win, he rubbed it in your face (teasingly ofc!) for days. It's all worth it in the end when he wraps his arms around you and kisses you like it's your wedding night <3
Jorah is a shy lover regardless of how long you two have been in a relationship. Given that he'd rather stay away from PDA, Jorah prefers to leave you small gifts here and there. A bouquet of flowers, a new dress/shirt/trousers from Meereen merchants, or even your own sword/armor if you can fight or are interested in learning how! If you don't know how to, he'd take great pride in teaching you. Seeing how much you improve over the course of the lessons swells Jorah's heart with pride.
Honestly, Bronn shows his affection through fucking physical affection and he can't get enough of it. Kisses, hugs, piggyback rides (you're not allowed to tell anyone about those! he'll explode if anyone found out). When he leaves for work in the morning (as Tyrion's bodyguard) he'll gather your face in his hands and kiss you softly, your foreheads pressed together lovingly afterwords. If he knows there's gonna be something dangerous going on that day, Bronn'll whisper faint, sweet nothings to you before he leaves. Mostly about how much he loves you and cares about you, that he'll be there to hold you again later that night. Bronn places a few more kisses on your face and the back of your hand if he's feeling particularly lovey that morning.
My sweetheart Sandor is a big grumpy baby and I Love Him. You're much more physically + verbally affectionate than he is, but that doesn't mean you don't adore your silent bear of a boyfriend any less. When you go on your 'I'm complimenting the fuck out of my boyfriend b/c I love him too fucking much' mode, you could see with every compliment you gave him, his face grew redder and redder, eyes averting shyly and a big pouty look spreading across his sweet face. Sandor'll grumble a bit, insisting that he's not nearly that cute or sweet, but it only makes you compliment him harder. Eventually, you just lay yourself over his crossed legs dramatically, pretending to be exasperated all to hear his deep, throaty chuckle. Sandor's hand's card through your hair, pushing it away from your face to kiss your forehead.
Sure, he may not always be the one to hold your hand first or engage in constant PDA; but if he sees someone come up to you that he doesn't like (which is most people if I'm being honest) you can believe that his arms are going to be wrapped around your waist in a heartbeat.
The more north you were the less you felt like yourself. You were never allowed to identify as a Targaryen, but you sure did feel like one. Trying to stay strong for Bran and Rickon was proving more difficult as the days wore on. Nights were the worst though. Sleeping in the hard winter grounds was nearly impossible for you. You, Bran, and Rickon all held each other close in order to stay warm. Though the comfort was minimal.
You looked forward to meeting Jon at the wall. There was a hope that Castle Black had some form was warmth within its walls. Or, at least a meal that wasn't freshly killed rabbit. You dreamt of Jon at night. His smile. His understanding nature. You longed to see the older man.
Bran seemed to be holding out better than when he first awoke. He smiled more. Mostly at you. A couple times you had caught him staring at you while on the back of Hodor. You pretended you didn't though. Just like you had pretended you hadn't noticed him staring while back at Winterfell growing up.
That night you set up camp again. Though you knew you were closer to the wall every passing day, your surroundings all seemed to be the same. As did your misery. As Osha lit a fire Brans eyes lit up red, and they did not leave you for a moment. He often asked you why you were so sad. You often didn't answer.
When the sun fell completely you huddled up together once more. Sleep finally captured you, as did a dream. In this dream you were a dragon. Flying high above an unknown place. There was trees you had never seen. Cities you had never heard of. And, people who looked just like you. If you looked right there was an ocean. If you looked left there was a great sand city. Though you hated the word sand, and this world was nothing but it, you had never felt more at home. You wished to stay in this scaled body forever. In this unknown place with unknown people forever. But, the world seemed to like to rip you away from any hopes you dared create.
A low angry growl erupted from summers throat. You were the first to awaken, then Osha. She quickly shot up and looked around. You both spot a figure running off in the distance. She grabbed a spear and ran after it. You grab Brans arm to awaken him.
Suddenly a cloak figure slowly made its way towards you. Your grip tightened on Brans arm in fear. Your eyes dart around looking for a weapon, for anything, that could fend off this unknown person. As usual in the north only snow lay on the grounds.
As the man drew closer his body swayed side to side. He did not possess an intimidating presence, in fact the closer he came the more you realized his youth. He was not much older than you and Bran. Finally, Summer jumps between you two. The boy stops and looks down at her with a smile.
"You must be Summer." He states.
A rustling could be heard from behind the boy, but before he could react Osha appeared behind him with a spear that rested in the back of his neck. The boy halted all movements.
"Move and you die." Osha threatens.
"I'm unarmed."
"That was dumb of you." She laughs.
"My sister carries the weapons." The boy smiles as a knife appears at the base of Oshas throat.
"I'm better with them." The girl behind Osha says. Osha slowly drops her spear.
Summer growls at the boy once more as he steps closer to her. He holds out his hand and allows the dog to smell him. You pray she rips his hand from his arm. Instead, she puts her head down and walks away. You look up at the man completely vulnerable.
"Brandon." The boy says looking right past you. You turn your head to look at Bran. "We've come a long way to find you."
His man was Jojen. Jojen and Meera Reed. His father knew Brans father. He helped Ned in Robert Baratheon's war, and Jojen wished to help Bran. As you walked further north your eyes occasionally glanced up to Jojen. As Brans eyes glanced up at you. Bran took notice of your lingering glances. His lingered back to his legs. His useless legs. He often wondered if that's why your eyes never landed on him.
Jojen began telling you and Bran stories about their fathers. Amazing sword fights, impossible battles, and traveling all of the Seven kingdoms. The Wall to Dorne. He even spoke of your father. Ned never told you much about him. You were never sure how well they knew each other. Jojen told you how your father and Ned were close before his death.
Often you wondered what life would have been like if your father had been alive. If your mother had actually loved him, or loved you. What if you were able to have lived in Dorne. In the warmth, without being a bastard or an embarrassment. Without being a Targaryen. You sometimes wondered what if you had died along side your father, or even if you had never been born, then you would have never have had to known what being a mistake was. You'd never have to feel the cold. Or the rejection of the North.
What you didn't know was you weren't rejecting by everyone. Some people cared for you. And, their eyes watched over you more often than you'd ever realized.
Isaac has had a crush on you for a while now and the crew finally found out.While in a interview the interviewer asks "So Y/N is gorgeous isn't she? She has developed so much since season 1 and now she's your lover how does it feel?" Isaac starts to make a hand movement (gif above) and begins to say "I think she is absolutely amazing and she has developed super well ever since season 1.If you ever get to talk to her she's like so magnetic because she makes alot of eye contact and genuine listens to who she conversate with that may be one of the many reasons we have good chemistry on the show.Everyone on the show are basically in love with her,there are so many guys on the set that find her attractive because she doesn't use effort to be beautiful it's natural.".......
2 days later....
While on a red carpet event Isaac and the guys are taking photos then one of them say "I bet you would want Y/N to be here." The guys start to giggle and smile.(gif below)
Isaac nudges them as he starts to blush then he freezes when he sees you in a red dress with heels on smiling for the cameras. You see Isaac and start to smile making him freeze for a moment then run off.Nathalie asks you "Isaac knows you know he has a crush on you right?" You nod and say "Most definitely." You guys giggle and continue the event....
Maisie is an interview when she says "I love this show as much as Isaac loves Y/N!!." Her and one of the co stars start to laugh.(gif below)
She then says "Maybe Isaac loves her more then he loves oxygen that woman is his dream." They start to laugh again and she says "I love making fun of him but still love you bud",then she looks into the camera....
While at comic con....
Alfie is at comic con and one of the fans ask "Is it true Isaac has a crush on Y/N?" Alfie laughs and says "Do we need food in order to survive on earth?" (Gif below)
The whole crowd laughs and Isaac looks on giggling then walks off quietly....
Kit sits with gals laughing and smiling after he purposefully makes you sit next to Isaac.(gif below)
As you sit next to Isaac you ask "Is it true you have a crush in me Isaac?" Isaac nods yes and says "I guess the cast made that obvious when they made fun of me as much as they could." You start to laugh and say "Well I wouldn't mind going out on a date with you,just ask me." Isaac turns to face you and asks "Y/N, Y/L/N may you go on a date with me one day?" You nod smiling then kiss his cheek then he grabs your hands.
1 year later...
Your character stands behind Bran and asks "What are those things?"(gif below)
Bran says "They're white walkers my love." You say "We should get the rest of the people." Bran nods then gets on a horse and grabs your hand pulling you up then you grab his waist and you two ride off to warn the rest...
Prompt: OMG Thank you so much,“Tell him” was amazing and I wanted to ask if ypu would like to make a second part? Maybe some smut in the night of the wedding,or maybe just a normal day before their wedding where people tease them about everything and they cuddle and lots of cute things. + Hi! I love love looove your blog and I wanted to request something for you. Can you maybe do a bran stark x reader based around the song perfect by ed sheeran and make it really fluffy and adorable? Thanks!
Note: Sorry this took so long! I’m not as confident when it comes to writing for Bran, but i hope you enjoy! Check out Part 1.
Part 1
It was two days before the wedding, and Winterfell was beginning to get busy. The kitchens were already starting to prepare parts of the feast, and later that day some of the great families would be arriving.
Despite how hectic the castle was, the Starks still managed to find time to break their fast together. You couldn’t help but fall in love with how close the Starks were as a family.
You hoped that one day you and Bran would have a family like the one he grew up in, with a great brood of children that would love each other just as much as their aunt and uncles had.
Bran was sat beside you, and you felt his hand reach for yours under the table, you couldn’t help but blush, squeezing his hand lightly.
Arya rolled her eyes at the sight, quickly picking up on Brans not so subtle hand holding “Bloody hell you two are sickeningly in love”
Sansa nudged Arya’s arm hard, and Catelyn sent a scowl in her direction, of course the boys just laughed.
Bran sent a smirk in your direction “To be fair Mother, I think Arya might be right.”
From the corner of your eye you could see Arya and Rickon both pretending to be sick, but you knew they were just as happy for you and Bran as everyone else – they just had different ways of showing it.
Catelyn gave you both a knowing look “We’re going to have trouble separating you two the night before the wedding, aren’t we?”
You bit your lip. You and Bran had planned to forgo that tradition, both of you not subscribing to the old wives’ tale that it may be bad luck.
Catelyn smiled at the look on both yours and Brans faces. “You may want to spend every waking minute together now, but trust me you’ll be sharing a bed for the rest of your lives. You’ll be grateful for the rest before the big day.”
Robb scoffed at that “It’s not like they’ve been sneaking into each-others rooms since-” Your eyes widened, and you swiftly kicked Robb in the shin, shutting him up.
Ned only raised an eyebrow at Robbs outburst, saying nothing. You suspected that both Ned and Catelyn were both being polite and not saying anything, though you suspected you would be teased for it after the wedding.
You spent the rest of the day curled up in thick furs with Bran under the heart tree in the Gods wood. You both had a book in hand, and sat in a comfortable silence.
“I can scarce believe that the next time we will be here it will be to get married.” Bran said in awe, pulling you closer to him.
You gave a slight smile as you felt his arm around you. “I’m going to miss you tomorrow” you sighed “It’s such a stupid tradition.”
“I know love” Bran said, kissing you on the forehead “But they do say absence makes the heart grow fonder.”
You shook you head, and let out a small laugh “Bran if my heart was any fonder of you I think it might burst.”
Brans gave a slight smirk “We’ll then I’ll have to think of a plan then wont I?” he said, leaning over and kissing you on the cheek.
It was the night before the wedding, and your stomach was in knots. You hadn’t seen Bran all day, and you couldn’t help but miss him. The next day would be the biggest day of your life – and you wanted him by your side going into that.
You sat at the end of your bed, with Summer besides you, your face buried into his fur. As much as you adored summer- you still missed Bran.
You were just about to give in and go to sleep when you heard a knock at the door. Summers ears pricked up and he moved towards the door.
You hesitated for a moment, before you heard the knock again. “Y/n? I have a surprise… hurry up!” It was Robb.
You opened the door to see the grinning faces of Robb and Bran Stark. Of course. You couldn’t help but grin too, at the man that would be your husband, and at the insane but wonderful family you would be joining.
“Well, I’ll leave you two to it…” Robb said as he shuffled out of the door way. “I can give you a few hours, but I’ll have to make sure Brans back in his chambers by morning.”
You nodded, acquiescently, knowing he was right, but wishing you could just have that night with Bran. Robb slipped the door closed behind, and you were finally alone together.
As soon as you heard the door click shut, a huge grin broke across both of your faces. You immediately wrapped your arms around Bran, who pulled you onto his lap.
“I can’t believe you’re here now Bran!” You said, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, as Bran wrapped his arm around your waist. “I look a complete mess.”
You could hear the smile in Brans voice as he spoke “Y/n you look perfect” He said and kissed your forehead. “You’re beautiful, sweet and stronger than any woman I have ever known, and I can’t believe that tomorrow I’ll get to call you mine. I love you.”
You couldn’t hold back the blush as Bran spoke, and held him tighter “Gods Brandon Stark, do you know how much I love you?”
Bran smirked “I’m guessing at least a little bit since you agreed to marry me.”
You rolled your eyes “A lot Bran. I love you more than I can say.”
You spent the rest of the evening cocooned together, talking about what you planned for your life together – what you might call your first born.
After Robb came and helped Bran back to his chambers you fell into an easy sleep, knowing that the next day would most likely be the best day of your life.
The ceremony itself was beautiful, and all of the Great Houses of the North had come to see the two of you wed. You had always love the Gods woods, so it felt fitting that it would be the place where you would finally be able to marry Bran.
The ceremony went faster than you had thought it would. You had thought it would feel odd, being a Stark rather than a Y/l/n, but when you saw Bran’s face, you knew that the name Y/n Stark fit you better than any other.
The families began to file out of the Godswood, but you lingered behind with Bran. Sansa turned around and gave you a questioning look, but you gestured for her to go on. You felt a funny kind of warmth in your chest when you realised she was now your sister by law, though she had always been your sister at heart.
Once the wood was empty, Bran wordlessly took your hand in his, and squeezed it tightly.
“I’ve loved you for so long Y/n, since I was a child, but I never thought I would be this lucky”
You opened your mouth to speak, to say how it was you that was the lucky one, but Bran continued.
requested by: @bluebells-and-nature-spells, thank you so much (and im sorry for the long long ass wait)
My idea was another Bran Stark fanfic where the reader has magick that let's Bran walk. But it only works if he is touching her in some way (hold hands, playing with hair, ext) and at first Bran just she her as a tool kind of but then when he's without her touch he's kinda like "oh shit, I miss her not just her magick"
notes: let’s just assume that hodor is alive and the starks aren’t living in a huge mess (!!!) and i hope that u enjoy this!!
The blood that flows through your veins has been alive even before the very walls of Winterfell stood. The thing, this magic- has been passed on to generation to generation, and when it flowed right from your very own body, you can feel it pulsating, ready to be released to do something good or bad. It was, probably fate that when he fell, one touch from you had him back on his feet, and you felt your magic flow inside his body.
“It’s cold, isn’t it?”
The snow crushed beneath your boots and the forest echoed their silence as the cold winds swept across the trees. The layers that you have, have nothing against the harsh weather and all you could do was shiver. And also did he.
“Obviously,” you rasped, nudging him away. “It’s freezing.”
Bran collapse on the floor, grinning as he propped himself by the elbow. You looked at him, remembering how broken he was, the joy that he had once from climbing crumbled down to his feet. He stared at his legs, with a soft smile, and he extended his hand. “Help me up?”
Grabbing his hand, you felt the magic transfer from his body. Bran stood beside you, clutching your hand tightly as if he was scared to feel crippled again. The two of you walked deeper into the woods, and as winds howled, Bran kept walking.
Hodor wheeled Bran inside the dining hall, where dinner was waiting for all. You took the seat beside Sansa whilst Jon sat beside Bran.
“We walked more today,” Bran started as he looked at you.
“Best be careful out there,” Jon said, pointing his finger at the both of you. “You don’t know what’s lurking in those woods.”
Bran snickered, “That’s what she’s here for. She has magic, surely she can defend us.”
Something about the way he said it, settled silence over the table. Maybe it was your calm and anger, you don’t know. You looked directly at Bran, “I’m here as a friend,” you whispered.
“And you have magic,” he reasoned. “That is what you’re here for.”
You smiled through your clenched teeth, nodding. “Of course,” you said.
As if the topic was over and done with, Bran smiled. “What time would you want to go walk?”
Like a tool, a goddamn tool for him. Doesn’t he realize that you are his friend? What were those years of friendship does even mean? Just because you did have magic doesn’t mean you are his tool to use whenever. You tolerated how broken hearted he was to never walk, but to discard the years of friendship and simply be within your company for your use, angered your whole being.
You stood up, knocking the heavy chair away from you. The utensils clanged against the plate, and you looked at the older Starks. Sansa looked at her brother and Jon gave you a look. “May I be excused?”
Bran paid no attention, as he continued his meal. Before you could even reach the door, he called on you. “You still haven’t answered my question.”
You turned to face him, “Have Hodor walk you.”
“Hodor?” and Hodor echoed him. “I can’t be wheeled outside.”
“You’ve done it before haven’t you?”
“Yes, well-.”
“Then go with Hodor,” you said sharply. You stared at him for a few seconds before you reached for the door. The only thing that you could see was anger and frustration at how he acted. A tool? you thought. For him to just use and to hold so he could walk? Unbelievable.
In the following days, it was difficult for Bran to get ahold of you. Whenever he wanted to see you, you’d vanished and avoid him. Days and nights passed by, and Bran thought back to that dinner. After you closed the door, Sansa barked at him. She grabbed his hand tightly, boring into his mind to apologize.
“Why should I?” Bran winced. “I said nothing wrong.”
“Bran,” Jon whispered beside him. “Apologize.”
“She knows what she is here for,” he answered looking at his older siblings. “She has magic!”
“And she’s a girl, a human being. She is your friend, not a thing to use whenever it pleases you.”
Sansa left after that, leaving Bran and Jon alone. But his other sibling left as well, until it was just Bran and his thoughts.
Immobilised by his broken legs, he clenched his palms in anger of never finding you. How could she avoid him like that? he thought. He doesn’t want to be carried or wheeled by Hodor inside or outside. He wanted to feel his legs in power, to have a hint of your magic in his blood, and to be with you- your laughs, smiles and the quietness when the two of you walked. He missed it. He misses it. And you.
You weren’t a thing to him, you were somebody. Yes, he agreed to himself. Maybe I saw you just as a something to use. But never again.
Because it wasn’t your magic that he wanted, it was you.
His voice rang in the plaza, together with the thunderous steps of Hodor. You gathered your things, eager to get away and hide somewhere. But his voice called on you again, and maybe it was the feeling. Maybe it was the rasp, the scratch of it on your heart, the way he called you.
"Listen," he called on you as he spotted you. Hodor dropped him on his knees before you, and he smiled. That smile.
Something inside you hurts in the way he sat there on the ground before you. The want to help was there, but you were angry first.
"Nice to see you using Hodor," you commented as Hodor grinned. Bran longed to walk as he immediately made a move to grasp your hand, but he paused.
"Listen," he said again. He was looking up at you, and around the plaza. It was unusual to see a lord's son sprawled before a commoner. "Can we- can we talk?"
"Listening."
"Somewhere?" He whispered as he lifted his hand to you. "Let's take a walk."
"Ah yes," you smiled. "There it is! So you need me now?"
He called out your name, pleading with his eyes. Maybe it was ruthless of you to leave him be but you stayed your ground. His arm stayed lifted, unflinching as he stared at you. "You're all I got."
You folded your sleeves, as you looked at him. The arm outstretched before you wavered in balance, and you focused on him until your hand grasped his arm and so did his.
In an instant, he stood up, holding your arm as he wrapped himself around you. You can feel his breath on your neck as he held you. You closed your eyes to shut your tears, because you needed this. You wanted this, this hug, Bran to feel you, to thank you in his hug, to be within his company that you longed for. He wrapped himself tighter and you felt his smile against the nape of your neck, as he whispered. "I missed you, I don't need you." He smiled, as he played with tangles of your hair. "I want you."
thanks so much for reading, and i hope that u enjoyed it !!!
it’s been awhile since my last imagine, so what’d you think of it?
A Brandon (The Builder) Stark x Saltcliffe!Reader mini-series.
Status: Finished.
Warning: Elusive mention of rape and underage sex, all in a medieval context. Nothing explicit. Mention of pregnancy and motherhood, female align reader, minimal description to fit the description of GoT. Mention of depression, child loss, childbirth. Mention of religion and religious belief (GoT centred). Angst, longing romance. Death.
Reading time: 36 minutes and 50 seconds
Words: 9, 209k
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In the dark of night, overlooking the destruction of his childhood house, Bran meets the eyes of a ghost that once called Winterfell her home. Something of hers made him think about memories long forgotten and intertwined with his blood past himself to his namesake.
For she of Saltcliffe remained strong even in death, and her smile warmed his cold heart, making it beat to the rhythm of a long-forgotten longing, unknown by history itself.
Part one - A Crown of Roots and Ice
Part two - Her of Saltcliffe isle
Part three - From Girl to Woman
Part four - A Mother's Prayer
Part five - What is Dead may never Die
Epilogue - For love never falters when memories fade
Extra’s:
1- Before Brin’s birth.
Things you need to know before reading:
This is a Bran the Builder x Reader series. The reader is described as having relatively paler skin than brown (reddish) hair when in the light, somewhat long, to go with the location and era of the world. The reader is from Saltcliffe Isle and has a big (medieval-type) family.
