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THE DRAGON OF THE NORTH

Chapter 1: A New Life

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(a/n) hello! I decided to restart my “Ice and Fire” fanfaction because I have so much more ideas for a better story :) even though it’s discontinued, if you would like to check it out here’s the masterlist! I hope you guys will enjoy this one 🤍 I’m working on the masterlist for this series right now!

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°❆⋆Bran Stark x Targaryen OC .ೃ࿔*:･ CW: fem!oc, betrothal (forced marriage), topics of abuse and racism, angst, a lot of fluff, smut (I’ll try lol), and murder.꙳·❅°*˖ Rating: Mature audiences - The mature moments will happen later on. In the beginning, it will mostly just be cute fluff.⋆⁺₊❅.

Why must the gods be so cruel to me? What could I have possibly done to deserve this life? To be sold off like a slave by my own flesh and blood…I’ll never forgive Viserys. Without Dany, I am alone. Without love. I want to go home. But…where do I belong? The summer isles? No, that can’t be my true home, I never had the chance to live there. Do I belong anywhere?

Daughter of the mad king’s younger brother. Rhaella never knew her mother. She died after giving birth in the Summer Isles, killed by assassins under the command of the new king, Robert Baratheon. When he found out Rhaella’s mother was pregnant, he wanted both of them dead. Rhaella was smuggled out of the isles and sent to her cousins, the last Targaryens.

“I know you’re upset,” Lord Eddard Stark said, placing his hand on top of hers.“But please, believe me when I say this. I will never let anyone harm you. You are under my protection now.”

Rhaella gave him a weak smile back. Rhaella, the same name as the Mad King’s sister and wife. Daenerys gave her the name. Viserys despised the idea of his mother’s name given to the likes of a foreign girl. Even though she was still a Targaryen, he only considered her half and not pure. She took after her mother, with more summer isle features. Her skin wasn’t pale, instead, a light amber and tan that would get even darker in the sun. She had long silver curly hair, unlike her cousins who had straight silver blonde hair. The thing Rhaella hated the most was her eyes. Instead of being a pretty violet color, she had dark purple eyes that almost looked black.

Rhaella looked away from the carriage window to make eye contact with Lord Stark, “My Lord?” She asked, “Why did you accept my cousin’s offer to take me?”

“Well, you see,” he explained, “The rebellion caused great loss for everyone. So many people, loved ones, dead. Especially your family, unfortunately. I’ll never forgive him for his order of murder. When the king found out 3 Targaryens were still out in the world, he wanted you all dead. I wanted to prove to him that even though Areys was mad, that doesn’t mean you all don’t deserve to live. By taking you in and marrying one of my sons, we can show him that you are not our enemies. It took him a while to be fully convinced, but he agreed to let you live.”

”But, my eldest cousin,” Rhaella said. “He…he wants to take the seven kingdoms. I’m not sure how, but that is his plan.”

”I highly doubt he is a true threat,” Lord Stark said.

”you’re right,” she admitted. “He can be a big coward at times.”

That comment made him chuckle.

He has a nice smile, very warm and welcoming. Even though he did come off as cold before.

“Will I have to marry now?” Rhaella asked.

“Oh gods no!” He chuckled, “you are far too young, my son as well.”

“Will he like me?”

“I believe so, you have nothing to worry about. Bran is a good kid. He will treat you right.”

Once they made it through the gates, the carriage stopped. Lord Stark exited first so he could get the door for Rhaella. He gently held her hand as she took her steps down. Once Rhaella looked up from the steps, she saw the Stark family before her. Not letting go of her hand, Lord Stark approached his family to introduce their special guest.

“This is Rhaella Targaryen. As you all know, she will be with us now. Treat her as you would treat each other. If anyone disrespects her, let me know.”

They all nodded. A very handsome older boy approached her, “Hello, my lady, I am Robb,” he told her, “I hope you enjoy Winterfell and welcome!” Before walking away, he kissed her hand. That made Rhaella blush, “T-Thank you.” He had blue eyes and dark auburn hair. It was so dark you could barely tell if it was red. He had to have been the most beautiful boy she’d ever seen.

An older girl walked up to her gracefully, “Hello,” she smiled, “my name is Sansa. I hope we can grow to be like sisters! Maybe even brush each other’s hair, make dresses together, and so much more!” Rhaella gave a slight smile back, “I would love that!” Then a girl, who looked not too older than her, approached saying, “My name is Arya! Don’t worry, we don’t have to do girly stuff together. There are other ways to have fun!”

Then, she met Rickon, the youngest in the family, and their mother Lady Stark. “Oh my goodness,” she exclaimed, “aren't you just a lovely thing? Such a beauty.” Rhaella blushed at the compliment, thanking her.

She must be lying to me. I mean, just look at me! The journey to Westeros was so long that hair became wild and poofy.

”You must be frightened,” Lady Stark said. “Trust me, I never favored the cold myself. I still don’t, but you grow to appreciate it.”

Rhaella couldn’t keep her eyes off Lady Catelyn Stark’s features. Like Robb and Sansa, she had long auburn hair and pretty blue eyes. Her gown was also blue, making her eyes stand out even more.

“Where is Bran?” Lord Stark asked his wife.

“I told that boy to stop climbing,” she explained. “Brandon!”

“Sorry mother!” A voice yelled from above, “I’m coming down!”

When Rhaella looked up, she examined him. He looked to be the same age as her. He had dark brown hair and eyes with freckles on his face. He approached her and bowed, “Welcome to Winterfell, I hope you will take a liking to it.” “Thank you,” she replied.

The atmosphere quickly grew awkward. The two children didn’t know what to say to each other.

Lady Stark took Rhaella’s hand, “You must be exhausted, here, come with me.” She guided Rhaella to her bed chamber and had the handmaidens start a bath. After the bath, she laid on her bed for a quick nap.

After waking up, the handmaidens helped her get into a gown for dinner. The dress was purple with roses embroidered across the neckline. Then, they helped her with her hair. They clearly did not know what they were doing. They aren’t used to doing curly hair like Rhaella’s, but they managed to make something of it. They brushed out her curls, putting them in a half-up-half-down style. The ponytail was braided and put into a bun. After the handmaidens left the room, she looked at herself in the mirror.

I don’t even look like myself anymore.

Tears began to fill her eyes, I just want to go home.

She bolted out of the room, not knowing where she was going. She ran outside the big castle but didn’t dare to leave outside the castle walls. She eventually found an area that stood out to her. The whole vibe was strange as if something or someone was watching her. It was nothing but an old forest with no snow. In the middle of it, was a pool and a tree. A tree she’d never seen before. The huge tree was white with red leaves and a face carved into it. She stared deeply into the tree’s eyes for a while.

Is it staring back at me?

She snapped out of it, shaking her head, and climbed up the tree to sit on a huge branch.

Without Daenerys, I am lost. She didn’t know how long she’d been crying in the tree for, but she didn’t care. Winterfell wasn’t her home.

“Rhaella?” She heard a voice ask.

When she looked up, she saw Bran with a concerned look on his face, “w-why are you crying?”

She wiped her tears. “Sorry, I just miss my sister…how did you know I’d be here?”

“I like to go to the godswood, and climb up this tree,” he said. “Whenever I like to be alone and think. I’m sorry you had to leave your sister.”

“Well, she isn’t my sister, not really,” she admitted, wiping her face. “We are actually cousins. We just call each other sisters.”

He sat next to her, “my family was worried about you. They thought you might have ran away.” He nervously chuckled. “I…I know that we are to be married one day. The idea of marriage scares me.”

She doesn’t respond, only looking down at her hands as she fidgets with them. “I have something for you,” Bran showed her a beautiful blue flower. “That was the reason I was climbing.” He told her. “I wanted to give you something as a gift. I was going to give it to you at the dinner table but here. If I hurt your feelings not being there to greet you, I’m so sorry.” Rhaella took the flower and sniffed it.

“It’s called the winter rose,” he continued. “A rare flower that can grow around the castle.”

“It’s so beautiful,” she smiled. “Thank you.”

”You know, just because we’re betrothed doesn’t mean we have to be in love right now or anything,” he said. “Let’s just be friends!”

”Yeah I’d like that!” She said.

”And just so you know,” he whispered. “I liked your hair better before. Your curly hair is much better.”

She laughed, “You and me both.”

”You’re laughing!”

”So?”

”This is your first time laughing here,” he said. “You have a nice smile.”

”Thanks, Bran,” she said. “You know, my eldest cousin ,Viserys, told me and Dany that you guys were evil monsters. But, you guys aren’t monstrous at all!”

Before Bran could respond, they both hear a voice from down below calling for Bran. An older boy who looked the same age as Robb. He was very handsome with black curls and dark eyes. “I found her Jon!” Bran shouted.

”Well, what are you sitting around for? They are all waiting for you two!” The two of them climbed down from the tree and walked with Jon.

“Forgive me, my name is Jon Snow,” he told Rhaella. “Welcome to Winterfell.”

”I never heard of the last name ‘snow’ before,” she confessed.

Bran began to explain, ”That last name actually means he’s a…well—”

”Bastard.” Jon said. His voice was cold and somber.

”I don’t know what that means,” Rhaella said. “But Viserys called me that sometimes, I assumed as an insult.”

”It means that my father, Lord Stark, had me with another woman. I wanted to meet you when you arrived, but Lady Stark thought it would be disrespectful.”

Rhaella couldn’t help but feel awful for him. There was something about Jon Snow that made him stand out. As if they had a connection. She wondered if Jon felt it too.

“You said that Viserys called us evil,” Bran said. “Then why did he want to send you away to us?”

“He hates me,” she answered. “He saw you guys as an opportunity to get rid of me…”

Once they all made it to the dining hall, all eyes were on Rhaella and Bran. “Well, aren’t you just beautiful?” Catelyn smiled. “Please, have a seat.” Bran escorted her to her chair and went back to his. Before Jon could leave the Hall, Rhaella asked, “Can Jon eat with us please?”

”Ah, I see you met him while you were gone,” Lord Stark said, amused. “Would him eating with us please you?”

Rhaella looked over at Jon, whose eyes lightened up. She looked back at Lord Stark and gave a nod. He looked over at Lady Stark, “What do you say?”

She looked into Rhaella’s sparkling eyes and sighed, “Well, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt…”

Rhaella gave a big smile. Jon pulled a chair next to her whispering, “Thank you Rhaella.”

“I hope you like the dress,” Sansa said. “I made it myself! I wanted to test my embroidery skills and decided to make you one!”

“It’s beautiful,” Rhaella told her. “You should teach me!” Sansa nodded gleefully.

“You know, we all thought you ran off and escaped!” Arya laughed.

“I…I didn’t mean any trouble or offense, I apologize.” Rhaella announced, standing up from her chair and bowing her head. “It was rude of me.”

“No,” Lord Stark said. “You have every right to feel the way you do. Your life changed right before your eyes. But please, believe me when I say this, we are here for you.”

“Aye.” Robb agreed. “If you are having trouble with anyone or anything let us know.” She thanked the both of them for their kindness.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what was it like outside of Westeros?” Catelyn asked.

Rhaella told them everything. Even about the abuse Viserys had done to her. He always yelled at her for the littlest things. The worst thing he ever did was sneak into her bedchamber with a knife. He threatened to cut out her insides if she didn’t cooperate with his plan to send her to the North.

They all had concerned looks on their faces. The abuse never got to her until explaining it out loud. She really did have it rough.

“That doesn’t matter anymore.” Arya said. “You are with us now!”

“Safe and sound,” Sansa added.

Rhaella didn’t realize she was smiling.

”So, Rhaella…you said you were from the Summer Isles right?” Theon asked.

“Yes, why you ask?”

He smirked at Robb before asking, “I heard the women there are quite breathtakingly beautiful?” She could have sworn she heard him whisper “and have nice bodies.”

”Well, I’ve never actually stayed there, I had to flee because of the King,” she explained. “But from the books I’ve read and from what I heard from some servants in Pentos, yes, the women there are quite beautiful.”

”I also heard that they have a passion for love making,” he said. “Maybe I gotta visit there sometime-.”

”Theon!” Lady Stark snapped. “Don’t be disrespectful-.”

”Oh that’s okay!” Rhaella reassured her. “You’re right, Theon! They do have a passion for it. If I were to stay in the Isles, I would have been a prostitute myself!”

Sansa and Lady Stark almost choked on their food, as Robb, Theon, and Jon bursted out laughing at the table. She didn’t understand what was so funny, but she laughed along with them.

”What’s a prostitute?” Rickon asked, innocently. That made the boys start crying from laughter. Theon even fell out of his chair.

”Y-You’ll know when you’re older!” Lady Stark said.

”You’ll fit in with us just fine, child,” Lord Stark said. “Welcome to the family!”

°❀⋆Daenerys.ೃ࿔*:･

Daenerys never felt more lonely. She missed Rhaella, her real family. She’d never forgive her brother for what he did.

“Daenerys!” Viserys shouted.

He entered her bed chamber, “do not tell me you’re still upset about that savage.”

She felt rage enter her body as he said those words. “She is not a savage, she’s my sister,” she replied softly. “And I don’t understand why you sent her to our enemies.”

“Don’t be an idiot,” he said. “We both know that’s not true. She’s our cousin. Daughter of our uncle and whatever foreign whore he married. She’s not a pure Targaryen like us, Dany. And she never will be. I gave her away because we need allies, even if they are enemies. The Starks are a strong house, and I knew that Lord Stark would gladly take her in. The fool won’t even know of my plans to destroy him and his dear friend Robert.”

Daenerys always considered Rhaella her sister, even if it wasn’t true. They spent all of their time together, never leaving one’s side. It felt like it was yesterday, the day Rhaella arrived in Braavos as a baby. Viserys wanted nothing to do with her while Daenerys cherished her. She had no idea why Viserys was so upset about naming their cousin after their mother. It was only a name after all. She always thought it was much deeper than Rhaella being a “savage.” She never dared to ask him though.

“I have good news.” He announced. She examined his face, his grin looked devious. Truly it wasn’t good news. “I found you a husband,” he said. “His name is Khal Drogo, Magister Illyrio said. A Dothraki savage. When you two wed, I’ll have his army. We can finally go home, sweet sister.”

Home.

All she ever wanted was a home. A home with Rhaella, where they could finally be happy together. With her gone, Daenerys wasn’t sure if it would be home without her.

“And what about her?” She asked him.

“The savage?” He scoffed. “Those Starks have her now. I don’t care what they do to her. As long as we have our alliance with the North.”

Daenerys wanted to cry, but she stayed strong. I will meet her again, one day.

°❆⋆Bran ೃ࿔*:･

It had only been a couple of months, but for Bran, it felt like he had known Rhaella his whole life. Rhaella also grew close to his sisters but mostly Arya. The three of them were inseparable. Rhaella even taught them some of the Valyrian language. Some nights, the three of them would stay up and read history books about Targaryen history until they got caught by the Septa. For fun, they liked to go sledding and have snowball fights. The older Stark boys and Rickon joined them sometimes, but never Sansa. Ever since Rhaella arrived, Sansa and Arya fought less. It’s like wherever she went, she spread joy. That’s one of the traits Bran liked about her.

Now, everyone is preparing for the arrival of the King.

He overheard his father saying that the King was almost there. Bran felt sorry for Rhaella because she was so stressed out. “What will he do to me?” She asked. He always reassured her, “You are under our protection now, the King approved of you. Don’t worry about a thing.”

At that moment, it was time for Bran to practice his archery. He hasn’t been getting any better. He wanted to show his family he could hit the bull’s eye. First, only Robb was watching him. Then, came Jon and Rickon. Before he knew it, his parents came to watch as well.

“Keep practicing, Bran,” Lord Stark insisted. “Go on.”

Jon leaned in towards Bran, placing his hand on his shoulder, “Alright, father is watching.”

Jon looks over and sees Rhaella and Arya watching as well, “and her…” he whispered.

Bran took a deep gulp. He didn’t like to get teased about Rhaella. They only do it because we are to be married. We are just friends, good friends.

Bran nodded and started to aim his bow and arrow at his target.

“Relax your bow arm…” Robb commented.

Just before Bran could release the arrow, someone else’s hits the target and another shoots right through it.

All of the boys turned their heads to see Rhaella and Arya giggling. “Hey!” Bran yelled. The girls both curtseyed but quickly took off once they saw Bran chasing them. The kids kept on playing until their father took all of the boys to see an execution. Bran was finally old enough to see one.

“Are you scared?” Rhaella asked him as he was mounting his pony.

“I’m not sure.” He answered honestly.

But I can’t be afraid. My father told me I won’t be a boy forever. I’ll be a man-grown soon. I mustn’t be afraid. I need to be brave. Like Robb and Jon. Wolves are never afraid.

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jackoshadows · 2 years

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I was wondering why they didn't make Sansa queen of the seven kingdoms on the show, why just the north. Even if it is about following some kind of book ending where Bran is king, it's not like they care about the books. This isn't really important, I just think it's funny that not even d&d thought it was a good idea to make her the ruler of everything lol

Because they love the idea of 'Subverting Expectations' and Bran randomly becoming King at the end is the epitome of that. Who would have expected that?! I still remember the lot of us hanging out on Freefolk reddit laughing at the leaked spoilers about the ending and the more that got leaked, the more we rejected it as being nonsense and then we got to the end of the show and yeah... all that nonsense was true.

By the time we got to the end nothing of the plot made sense, characters became supremely stupid, there were no consequences for actions and it was all about spectacle and shock and surprise.

The thing with Benioff and Weiss is that they lacked imagination, they had no interest in the source material. I would go so far as to say they disliked the source material except for some plots (Red Wedding for ex.) and some characters and their love for a character depended on which actor played the character. And by the time they got to the later seasons they were bored, exhausted and wanted to be done with it. They were also egocentric and arrogant, tightly controlled the writing and narrative, were spiteful against actors who gave suggestions based on the books, told actors not to read the books and refused to have a writer's room. Any criticism was ignored as being from 'book purists'. They cut off any discussion with GRRM by season 4.

This led to them not laying the groundwork for King Bran. They didn't care enough for Isaac Hempstead-Wright as an actor. Notice how much praise D&D have in all their interviews for Sophie and Maisie as child actors who grew up on the show and yet have nothing to say about Isaac who was even younger than them?

They were not interested in writing for Isaac as an actor, they ran out of book material for Bran, his story had the most fantasy/magic which they didn't like and his path to King of the 7K is likely through his role in defeating the Others which they didn't care for either.

The difference between how they treated Bran and Sansa is vast. By the end of season 4 they ran out of book material for both these characters. They had the 3 AFfC chapters for Sansa where it's just set up for Sansa's future arc with the Vale Lords and for Bran they had the Hodor plot that GRRM said was going to happen in TWoW.

(talking about the 2013 meeting with D&D) It wasn’t easy for me. I didn’t want to give away my books. It’s not easy to talk about the end of my books. Every character has a different end. I told them who would be on the Iron Throne, and I told them some big twists like Hodor and “hold the door,” and Stannis’s decision to burn his daughter. We didn’t get to everybody by any means. Especially the minor characters, who may have very different endings.

They had Isaac sit out a season instead of writing more for him as a 3ER. They could have done the same for Sansa. We could have rejoined Sansa in season 6 after she takes control of the Vale and then send her and LF to the North if they don't want to hire more actors and do the book Vale plot for her. However, they couldn't ask Sophie Turner to sit out a season like they could do with Isaac. So they wrote in book Jeyne Poole's role for her.

And it’s because of Turner’s strength, Benioff continued, that it made sense to give Sansa a dramatic storyline this season and to use Ramsay’s engagement for that very purpose. In fact, the showrunners first thought about putting Sansa and Ramsay together back when they were writing season 2. “We really wanted Sansa to play a major part this season,” Benioff said. “If we were going to stay absolutely faithful to the book, it was going to be very hard to do that. There was a subplot we loved from the books, but it used a character that’s not in the show.”

And after ignoring the fantasy and magical aspects of the books for 8 seasons and neglecting Bran, they used his 3ER status to make him King. That was Tyrion's argument wasn't it? That making Bran king would be 'breaking the wheel'? It was idiotic because right after he makes that statement and Bran is made king, Sansa demands Northern independence because she's a Stark and gets it. So there is a Stark ruler in the North once again - how is that breaking the wheel?!

This interview after S8 gives you an idea of D&D as writers:

I blame both D&D and GRRM for the nonsense that is the show. GRRM for not finishing the story and D&D for being talentless hacks. However, GRRM is a good writer and if we are getting King Bran in the books, there is going to be set up for it.

Do you use to check the Internet forums in order to see the predictions made by your fans?

I am aware of the principal Internet forums about A Song of Ice and Fire and I really used to look at the American and English groups. Nowadays, the most important site is Westeros, but I started to feel uncomfortable and I thought it would be a better idea not to get to these sides. The fans use to come up with theories; lots of them are just speculative but some of them are in the right way. Before the Internet, one reader could guess the ending you wanna do for your novel, but the other 10.000 wouldn’t know anything and they would be surprised. However, now, those 10.000 people use the Internet and read the right theories. They say: “Oh God, the butler did it!”, to use an example of a mystery novel. Then, you think: “I have to change the ending! The maiden would be the criminal!” To my mind that way is a disaster because if you are doing well you work, the books are full of clues that point to the butler doing it and help you to figure up the butler did it, but if you change the ending to point the maiden, the clues make no sense anymore; they are wrong or are lies, and I am not a liar.

Good story telling is being able to manage to surprise the readers who can then go back and connect the dots to that ending. That is what is meant by subverting expectations. The Red Wedding was shocking and subversive and yet the seeds for it was laid way back in ACoK when Arya listens in to Roose Bolton and Aenys Frey talking strategy. Ned's death in AGoT was foreshadowed at the very beginning with the Stag killing the Direwolf.

For D&D subverting expectations means randomly dumping in endings that make no sense in the context of the story (king Bran, Dany burning down KL etc.). They would have salivated at the prospect of King Bran surprising everyone and instead the audience went WTF?! They wanted to keep GRRM's ending of King Bran on the Iron Throne for their show, then they failed to write anything for the character because they didn't care for the actor or the magical plot he is involved in and finally thought that everyone would love King Bran because it was so subversive.

Just think about this - they upended the entire theme of the books and dispatched of the Others in one episode to refocus back on Cersei and the Iron throne because they loved Lena Headey as Cersei so much.

The theme of the books - When dead men come calling do you think it matters who sits on the Iron Throne. The theme of the show - This existential apocalyptic threat that's an allegory for climate change does not matter, personal power and the Iron throne does.

That's why the show and the books are two entirely different entities and why King Bran does not work at all on the show. D&D's disconnect from the source material and the author meant that they failed to realize this. The show's ending is nihilistic and cynical and the selfish, power hungry characters end up winning. The book's ending is going to be bitter sweet and more hopeful and optimistic with most of the good guys getting a happy ending. And yes, that could include a King Bran that actually makes sense in the context of the story.

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lokisrare · 5 years

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nsfw alphabet [bran stark]

A/N: I tought I'd give my fellow Bran people a little something before I go to sleep. This was requested a lot, I hope you like it. Good night y'all x.

A= Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Bran is very loving. Right after both of you finish, he’ll cuddle you and pull you close to him, Bran would kiss your forehead and while he caresses your back he’d tell you how much you mean to him until both of you fall asleep.

B= Body Part (their favorite body part of their partners)

He loves your lips so much, how soft they are and how they feel against his, you’ve caught him staring at them multiple times while talking to him, and that’s why he can’t never get enough of kissing you, Bran always wants more.

C= Cum (anything to do with cum basically... I'm a disgusting person)

He prefers to cum inside of you. He adores to watch his cum drip down your legs.

D= Dirty Secret (pretty self explanatory)

It send Bran into a frenzy when you get dominant, and not in a sexual way but when it comes to you playing your part as the queen and get people to listen to you. Bran gets hard just by looking at you, fierce attitude, making bigger and older men kneel in front of you following your commands; he loves it.

E= Experience (how experienced are they?)

He was a virgin, he had his first sexual experience with you. But you love how innocent he is, and how he reacts to your touches.

F= Favorite Position

Reversed cowgirl. He loves to watch your ass bouncing on his shaft.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

At first he was nervous most of the time so there was no time for goofing and now that he’s more experienced, Bran likes to focus only on pleasuring you. So there’s no goofing.

H = Hair (gow well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He likes to keep himself trimmed.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

He’s very romantic. He loves worshiping your body and praising you.

J = Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

He usually doesn’t masturbate. Both of you literally can’t keep your hands off of each other. But when he has to travel somewhere and you’re not tagging along, he recurs to jacking off.

K= Kink (one of more of their kinks)

He has a breeding kink, he loves to cum inside of you and watch. Opt

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He loves privacy so things can be erotic and slow, so mostly is your shared bedroom. But Bran also loves when you ride him while he’s sitting on the throne.

(Let’s pretend they didn’t fucking burn down the iron throne)

M = Motivation (what turns them on/gets them going)

He loves it when you’re on full queen mode, keeping order and being mandatory because he is such a sub, so watching you being like that is a huge turn on for him.

N = NO (something they wouldn't do/turn offs)

Degrading you. He would never do it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Bran loves to eat you out. He loves to feel you squirming as he works his tongue on your clit and finger you, the feeling he gets when you grab his hair while moaning his name out loud… Bran wouldn’t trade that for anything, so our boy is definitely a giver. Obvi, he loves when you suck him too but he prefers pleasuring you before.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

Definitely slow and sensual. Bran loves to worship your body and caress every part of it. There are times when both of you get needy that it gets rough tough, and both of you love it.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Bran isn’t a big fan of quickies, he loves to take to time to enjoy the moment.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc)

Bran is not too much of a risk taker but he does love it when you ride him while he’s sitting on the throne knowing someone could walk at any moment.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

Surprisingly, Bran last longer than average but not too much.

T = Toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

This is a no no.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Bran is such a tease, mostly when the two of you are in public, he would give you looks or resting his hand on your thigh dangerously high. But he never does anything, he jus loves to watch you flustered.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

Bran is very vocal, he doesn't have a problem on moaning out loud, letting you know how good you’re making him feel.

W = Wild Card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Like I said, Bran has a breeding kink so whenever you ride him he would make you stay still as he cums inside of you, the entire time looking right in your eyes as you feel his cock twitching inside making you squirm.

X = X-Ray (let's see what's going on in those pants, picture or words)

He’s a little above average, at first you had to get used to but now it's all good.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Bran sex drive is a little above average, sometimes it’s everyday and sometimes not. But he can’t go two days without sex.

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He likes to make sure you’re comfortable and once both of you cleaned yourselves, you rest your head on his chest and fall asleep almost instantly

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i-really-have-no-clue · 5 years

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Im so sorry that i made this but my friend said that isacc looks like victor perkins i needed to share it with the world

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thewisebyers · 5 years

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i’m thinking about writing for isaac hempstead wright. thoughts/requests?

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panicedits · 4 years

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Stark Boys: full black suit

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molinaesque · 5 years

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Game of Thrones cast about Season 8

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archieimagines · 5 years

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Imagine being in an arranged marriage with Bran.

requested by: @weirdoopenguin !! thanks for requesting, lovely <3 warnings: SPOILERS for season 8. though if you don’t know what happens yet, what are you even doing?

It was perhaps a year into his rule of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros when his older sister Sansa Stark, Queen of the North, decided that he should marry. Bran, however, sought no reason to as he required no heir as the rulers of Westeros was elected - but no, his sister insisted. As a matter of fact, she was already in the process of arranging one with one of the lesser houses that had stayed loyal to his family.

You were the middle child out of your siblings and were hand chosen by the Queen of Winterfell herself. Her icy gaze had an approving look to them as they were set on you, and before you knew it, you were being shipped to King's Landing and were presented to the king. Your nerves were a bit frazzled, but you remained dignified, remembering them from the lessons you were given in your youth.

A small smile tugged the corners of the young king's lips as he looked at you. You were appealing to him, but he remained steadfast of his beliefs of this union between the two of you.

As it was all said and done with the arrangements, your wedding was set to a couple of weeks, and you had decided on spending more time with your future husband and getting to know him better. Sometimes he was being guided by one of his guards in his wheelchair as the two of you ventured around King's Landing.

Not to your surprise, he was smart, it would make sense with him being the king and all, but there were times he caught you off your guard when he knew something you had yet not mentioned to him. It startled you in the beginning, but over time, you used this to your advantage by asking him what you would do next or what would happen if you did something a certain way. “Here’s a new one for you. If I were to wrestle Ser Brienne, do you think I could win?”

He found your questions amusing, of course, and you discovered that his smiles were beginning to grow bigger around you.

In his time to getting to know you before your wedding, Bran was beginning to... feel something. The sensation had grown unfamiliar to him since becoming the Three-Eyed Raven, as it had been so long. His heart would beat just a bit faster when you smiled his way, and his stomach would warm at the brush of your hand. He never thought it would happen, but it had. Seven Hells, he had even started laughing again!

The royal court had even noticed the change in their king's behaviour. His voice had become less monotone, and his facial expressions had become easier to read when he was around you. It was as if your presence had lit up a fire inside him that had long gone out. You had changed him.

When the time of your wedding had come, you were no longer as nervous about being his spouse. You were about having all eyes on you as you walked down the aisle, but when your eyes met with Bran's, it all melted away. You smiled at the thought about ruling by his side as his equal, something he'd promise he would have with you. Out of all the people in the Seven Kingdoms, you were lucky enough to be chosen to be married to the king. Your king and your husband.

As his eyes locked with yours as you approached him, Bran saw the future that he held with you and a broad smile formed on his face for the first time in ages. He was already looking forward to it.

written by: jesse

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The Only One

Summary: Bran and yourself were friends when you were children, but Bran was supposedly dead for years. When he turns up in Winterfell, you have no idea what to do.

So yeah basically in my head Bran can still return to his (somewhat) former self but hasn’t been able to until he sees you. I’m sorry if that makes no sense and my rambly writing is confusing but I tried my best ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I hope you enjoy my short/long imagine for Bran! I loved writing it and I hope you like reading it!

**There are spoilers for the whole show but specifically for 8x03 so pleaaaasssee be careful if you haven’t seen it

Word Count: 2261

The air outside was crisp and cool in Winterfell, but you never minded the cold very much. Others had begun to put on an extra layer or two, but not you. Bran loved the cold too, you learned when you stumbled upon him climbing up a tree, wearing light clothing. You two were similar in age, around eleven or so, you both enjoyed the cold outdoors, and you both loved climbing. Up you went, swiftly meeting him at the branch he was sitting on.

“Hello.” You said cautiously, looking him in the eyes.

“You climb very fast.” He responded, forgoing formal introductions.

“I practice quite often, at least once a day.”

He grinned at her and brushed his rather long hair away from his shoulder, “But have you ever climbed a tower?”

Your eyes widened, “No, of course not! I would get in a lot of trouble!” Bran shrugged at this.

“I always get in trouble but I do it anyway.” He pauses for a moment, “Why don’t you come climb a tower with me? I promise if we get caught I’ll get in trouble, but you won’t.”

The two of you played all day long, chasing after each other, scaling walls, and having giggling fits. At the end of the day, you realized you had gotten so wrapped up in playing with each other that you had forgotten to introduce yourselves.

“Y/N.” You told him, “What’s yours?”

“Bran.” He smiled fondly at you, “Please come play with me again.”

The day you met him was only one of your hundreds of memories with him. Another, far less happy one was the day after he had fallen from the tower. Word had spread like wildfire through the town. Your mother came home from shopping in the market that morning and asked your father if he heard what happened to Lord Stark’s son.

“No, what is it?” He replied gruffly, not caring much for gossip.

“He was climbing a tower and fell off, poor thing.”

You gasped and rushed out the door immediately, ignoring your mother and fathers protests. You ran without thinking, bumping into people left and right. You ran until one of the people you bumped into was Arya Stark.

“Arya.” You said, more frantic than you intended it to be. She looked at you with a sad face; she wasn’t used to being the bearer of bad news.

“Y/N.” She hesitated, “It’s not good, he’s in a coma. We don’t know when he’ll wake up.” She watched as your mouth opened and closed, unsure what to say, before volunteering to take you to him.

“How hurt was he?” You asked as you followed her.

“His back is really bruised, mother said, but other than that he looks fine. He must’ve hit his head really hard to be asleep this long.”

Your brain raced frantically, you knew people sometimes died when they were in comas. You could feel tears threatening to spill out, but you forced yourself to keep it together.

“Here’s his room.” Arya pushed the door open and there he was, peacefully resting against a pillow as though nothing was wrong. You rushed to his side, grabbing onto his hand and brushing his long bangs out of his face. You two never really touched, not like this, but your mind could hardly stop your body from doing what it wanted to. He didn’t stir when you touched him, so you reached out to smooth down the rest of his hair, but self-consciously pulled your hand back when you remembered Arya was still looking.

“I’ll leave you alone.” She said when she saw you look back at her.

You stayed by his side all day long, aside from venturing out at one point to see just how far he had fallen. Your heart pounded like mad when you saw the long drop, and you had to turn away.

When you entered back into his room, Lady Stark was sat on the bed next to him.

“Who are you?” She questioned, rather alarmed. You knew who she was but you couldn’t blame her for not knowing you. Your cheeks flushed and you silently stared at the ground. She repeated her question firmly.

“I’m sorry.” You blurted out, which only made you flush more. “I’m Y/N. I’m Bran’s friend, Arya let me in.”

She smiled, letting her guard down. Her attention turned back to Bran.

“I’m Catelyn.”

“I know who you are.” You said sheepishly, “Bran’s told me all about you.”

Catelyn smiled more brightly this time, and she kindly patted the space on the other side of Bran. Together you two chatted all about your lives, and you told her about your many adventures with her son.

You also remembered rushing up to his room when you heard that he was awake. You burst through the door and landed on his bed where he laid, wrapping your arms around him.

“I’ve missed you so much!” You exclaimed, “Please, let’s go out and play.”

You pulled back and looked into his eyes, only for your excitement to fizzle out. Your hands floated down, grabbing onto his, as you had grown all too used to touching him frequently when he was in a coma. He seemed startled by your touch and looked away from you.

“I can’t, Y/N. My legs don’t work anymore.” His eyes met yours again, which were wide with shock and sadness, “I’m sorry.” He said quickly and his eyes flooded with tears. This time he was the one to reach for you, sitting up and grabbing onto you.

“It’s okay.” You said, not even knowing what he was apologizing for.

“We can’t climb anymore.” He breathed shakily, pulling away. Tears had fallen down his face now, which he wiped away immediately, “Can we still be friends?”

The question took you aback, “Of course we can, just because you can’t climb doesn’t mean we aren’t friends.”

Bran smiled, as though he genuinely wasn’t expecting that to be your answer. He hugged you again, and the two of you talked all day long and played other kinds of games that didn’t require being outside.

Those were all distant memories now. You were a young woman. A young woman who had thought Bran Stark was dead for years. When you found out Bran was not only alive but was back in Winterfell it took everything in you not to run to him. Supposedly his surprise appearance came with an awful consequence: Bran was not like himself anymore but rather, he was cold and lifeless, nothing like the joyous boy you once knew. They said that Bran Stark was dead and that he was actually a “Three-Eyed Raven” now. There was no telling if the rumors were true but you couldn’t bear to lose him again.

You successfully avoided him until you saw him one day while you were out and about. He was sat in a wheelchair, with Arya and Sansa chatting beside him. He was much older now, they all were, but he had become incredibly handsome. His face had changed so much- his brow hardened, his jaw was more masculine, and he had cut his hair- but you knew that it was him. All the avoiding you had done was thrown out the window the second his eyes met yours and you felt your legs nearly give out from under you. He grinned as you sprinted towards him, crashing against him and hugging him as best you could with him being in a wheelchair.

Arya and Sansa stopped their chatter when they saw you holding onto him, and him onto you, both of you crying into each other’s coats.

“Are you...crying?” Sansa asked in complete disbelief. Bran looked up at her briefly, then back at you, his thumb rubbing gently against your cheek.

“Yes, I am.” He told her. When you heard his voice for the first time it startled you. He had lost his childlike pitch, but the soft, smooth, comforting sound was still there. His eyes stayed connected with yours, unwavering.

“Oh my gods, Arya, he’s crying!” Sansa shouted at Arya, who was also staring in shock.

“I thought you were dead for so long!” You sobbed, ignoring the two girls.

“I know, love.” He whispered, touching your face as though you weren’t real, “I thought about you every night and what you must’ve been going through. I’m so sorry.”

At this point, one of the girls had gone and brought Jon over, who stood silently with his mouth hanging open. You stood up and turned to face them all.

“What is the matter?”

“Y/N, you don’t understand.” Jon whispered, glancing between you and Bran, “He hasn’t shown any emotion- nothing even close to this- since he came back to Winterfell.”

“It’s like you broke through whatever was going on in his mind,” Arya added.

“Welcome home, little brother.” Sansa tearfully told him, lunging forward to hug him tight. The other two Stark siblings piled on top of him too, making him laugh and hug them tighter. Once their little reunion was finished, Jon turned to you and pulled you in for a hug as well, kissing the top of your head.

“It’s been so long, little one.”

“Little one?” You scoffed, “I’m almost as tall as you!” He grinned at your jest at his height.

“I’ve missed you and your teasing.”

Both Arya and Sansa pushed Jon away and hugged you at the same time.

“Why didn’t you come see us sooner?” Arya looked at you sadly. You felt bad for not seeing your childhood friends earlier. You didn’t want to explain that you were avoiding Bran and them based on rumors around the town, even if they were true.

“I’m sorry.” You told them honestly, “But I’m so happy I’m here with you now.”

The three siblings left to give you some time alone. The two of you talked for hours out there. You talked about everything the other had missed. Bran told you about the Three-Eyed Raven, and about how he had all these memories put into his brain long before he was ready. It had essentially crowded out the rest of his memories, emotion, and personality. But then he saw you, and you blocked everything else out.

Eventually you two ended up laying on his bed together. You had helped arrange him on his side, something he was still embarrassed about needing help to do. You shushed him and rolled your eyes when he apologized and crawled into bed facing him. After that, you were unable to keep your hands off of each other. You traced each others lips and jawlines and shoulders like the other wasn’t real, and like no time had passed.

You embarrassingly realized that whatever story Bran had been telling was finished and now you two were just staring in silence. His wiser, brown eyes noticed the sudden change in yours. His hand instinctively reached out to lace your fingers together.

“Come closer.” He invited, voice low and gentle. He tugged on your hand so you closed the small gap left between you two. “I don’t ever want to lose you again,” his hand left yours to touch your shoulder, then your hair. You could tell he was getting nervous because he wouldn’t meet your eyes. “Will you marry me?“

You choked on air for a second and your eyebrows shot up.

“You want to marry me?”

“Y/N, when I was in that cave, I had just been learning how to control my visions. One night, I wanted to see you, but when I tried, it showed me you in a wedding gown of sorts. I was heartbroken, but I understood, of course. I was about to leave when I noticed who the groom was. It was me. I’ve known you were my future since the day I met you. There has never been anyone but you. Please, give me the honor of having you as my bride. I love you.”

“Bran...” You spoke breathlessly, frozen in shock. Your eyes found his lips, just sitting there, slightly parted, so you moved impossibly closer and kissed him. You pushed him over and rolled on top of him, kissing every inch of his face.

“Does that mean-”

“Yes! Of course!” You shouted, kissing him again. He turned away from you to catch some air and laughed at your enthusiasm.

“You haven’t changed a bit, have you?” You loved the childish grin that was spread across his face.

You talked together late into the night, too. You both cried over the deaths of Catelyn, Ned, Robb, Theon, and Rickon. You cried over the horrible things that had happened to everyone else. You laughed over fond memories. You mourned Osha, Hodor, and Jojen, who you had never known well but were more grateful for than anything.

Finally, when the sun just barely peeked out over the horizon, you fell asleep.

When Arya came to get Bran up in the morning, she was surprised to find him holding you tightly against his chest. But, she figured, it was about time that something happy happened to him, so she smiled and closed the door quietly, letting you two finally rest easy back in each others arms.

#i dont know what im doing lol #i hope this makes sense #my writing sucks but my feels are real #i hope i didnt mess up the timeline #bran stark #bran stark imagine #isaac hempstead-wright #game of thrones #game of thrones spoilers #got spoilers #got

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the-fiction-witch · 1 year

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Really?

Media IRL

Character Isaac Hempstead Wright

Couple Isaac X Reader

Rating Sexy

Concept Shower

I sat watching the news honestly just kinda waiting for the weather report, I heard y/n moving around doing things in the rest of the flat not sure what she was up to but I'm sure if she need anything she'll yell me. I saw our cat Cosmo making his way across the coffee table perching himself close to me and meowing

so I meowed back

He meowed turning his head

So I turned my head and meowed back

"Isaac? What are you doing?" Y/n asks as she came through with a basket of laundry

"Talking to the cat"

"He can't understand you" she laughed loading the washer

"So? Doesn't mean we can't have a conversation, right Cosmo?"

And he meowed

"Silly boys" she laughed setting the machine and throwing the basket down, "in gonna go take a shower"

"Okay baby"

"Did you want to join me?' she Cooes leaning on the kitchen counter

For a moment I wasn't sure if she was serious "really?"

"Ummm humm" she nods

"If I ever! Say no to that. Shoot me because I've been replaced with an imposter" I told her jumping off the sofa grabbing her hand and dragging her to the bathroom immediately pulling her sweet body close to mine and her lips into an intense kiss

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not sure if you still take got reqs but id LOVE to see more bran x secret gf/bf nsfw headcanons- the risk of the entire kingdom hearing and someone catching you guys, meanwhile he just keeps at it AJDJFGHEG😫

bran stark secret gf/bf headcanons pt2

navigation | warnings : not much nsfw sorry😭 | a/n : i’m sorry if this isn’t what you wanted lmao | bran stark playlist | tags : @knight-of-flowerss @lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom

in meetings with the council, he would try to avoid eye contact with you but he just can't help but sneak a little glance

at first no one noticed your escapades, but they were soon starting to get suspicious

once Brienne came up to you with Podrick trailing behind her (Bran had let him have the day off) and asked you if you and Bran had something going on

how you managed to keep your cool was astonishing

sometimes you'd both skip meetings and have some fun in his chambers

that was when EVERYONE figured it out

You had known the Starks since you were a child. Of course, you didn't have favourites, but your time was well spent around their first girl, Sansa.

You both held a soft spot for each other. Okay, you did have favouites.

But another Stark held a more special place in your heart.

Bran.

Unfortunately you were not allowed to follow Sansa to Kingslanding all those years ago, and you couldn't stop Robb from leaving Winterfell.

Since then, there were only four Starks left. And for all that time, you've been with Bran.

You've always had feelings for Bran, but they were only ever shown when you two were alone.

Once again, you and Bran had skipped an important meeting just to spend time with each other.

"We can't keep skipping these meetings Bran, Brienne keeps asking more questions and Tyrion keeps getting more annoyed by the da-"

Bran cut you off with a peck on the lips. "Tyrion isn't the King."

"He may as well be if you keep this up." Sighing, you sat yourself up and placed your hand on his cheek. "The kingdom is more important than me, you need to put them first."

Bran lifted himself and rested against the bed frame. "But my Queen is important to me also. It not only this Kingdom I hold in my hands, but you and the rest of the world too."

"I don't want to the people to riot if they hear you are with me, you and Tyrion cannot control everyone."

"I will if I have to, because I would do anything for you." He brought your hand to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of it, then placed your palm above his heart.

You were truly his Queen.

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lovebaela · 1 month

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THE DRAGON OF THE NORTH

Chapter 2: Winter is Coming

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Pairing: °❆⋆Bran Stark x Targaryen OC .ೃ࿔*:･

CW: fem!oc, mostly fluff, and mentions of murder.꙳·❅°*˖

Rating: Mature audiences - The mature moments will happen later on. In the beginning, it will mostly just be cute fluff.⋆⁺₊❅.

(a/n) hey guys, I finally finished the masterlist so please check it out! I also recently made a ao3 account and I’ll start posting this series on there as well so stay tuned 🤍

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Once the Stark boys came back, Bran said he wanted to show Rhaella something. He took her to the kitchens to show her. To her surprise, there were puppies! “Oh my gosh!” She gushed. “Bran, they are adorable!” He picked one up saying, “This one is mine! I haven’t decided on a name yet. They’re direwolf pups! There’s enough for all of the Stark children, even Jon!”

He handed the little pup to Rhaella. “I’m sorry I couldn’t get you one. Maybe, we can share mine!”

The pup licked her cheek. “I’d like that!” She giggled. She turned to Arya. “Did you name yours?”

“Sure did!” She said. “Her name is Nymeria!”

Sansa scoffed. “The name of mine will be Lady. She’s going to be well behaved and good like me.”

Arya rolled her eyes.

Robb lifted up his pup, examining it. “I think I’ll name mine Greywind.”

“That’s so cool,” Bran said, jealous.

Rickon played with his pup. “I’m going to name mine…Shaggydog!” Everyone thought that was an odd name, but didn’t say anything, fearing that they would hurt the boy’s feelings.

The preparations continued for the King’s arrival. During Rhaella’s free time, she liked exploring Winterfell and interacting with the people. Although it took a while for the people to warm up to her, she was eventually called Winterfell’s delight. She was quite similar to Bran. A loving and outgoing child.

In the courtyard, Bran was receiving history lessons from Maester Luwin. Rhaella and Arya were waiting on him to finish, doing each other’s hair. Rhaella liked teaching Arya how to braid. She looked over at Bran, who was already glancing over at her. They both waved at each other until Maester Luwin wacked Bran on the head. “You need to focus,” the Maester said. The girls laughed.

“I think he’s really starting to like you.” Arya said.

“Really?” Rhaella asked.

“Are you kidding? He’s always staring at you. And don’t tell him I told you this, but after the first dinner you had with us, he told me you were very pretty.”

That made Rhaella blush. Does he really like me? Arya could just be teasing. We both agreed to just be friends. I wonder if Robb thinks I’m cute? If only I were older I would’ve been married to him instead.

After Bran was done, he decided to go climbing the castle walls. Rhaella didn’t feel like going with him, so she stayed by Lady Catelyn’s side. Bran’s direwolf pup also followed her around. He was growing at a rapid speed. Lady Stark was quite stressed making sure everything was perfect. Especially since the Lannisters were coming.

“Brandon!” Lady Stark yelled, as they walked outside to the courtyard.

“I see the king!” He shouted. “He’s got thousands of people!”

“Get down here right now!”

Once he gracefully made his way down his mother said, “how many times must I tell you, no more climbing! Promise me!”

Bran looked down at his feet and then answered, “I promise mother.”

“I noticed something, you always look at your feet before you lie…”

Bran chuckled, not denying it.

“Go let Ned know the king is close.”

Bran took Rhaella’s hand and they took off with their direwolf chasing behind them.

The stark family stood in a line as everyone else stood behind them. Jon was to the left of me while Theon Greyjoy was to my right. The gates opened for the King to trot in with his horse. Following him was his king’s guard and a boy on horseback. That must be his son, the prince. The blonde haired boy smiled at Sansa, and she smiled back at him. One knight hopped off of his horse, and took off his helmet. He had to have been the most beautiful man Rhaella’s ever seen. He had long golden blonde hair with emerald green eyes. “Jaime Lannister, the Queen’s twin brother,” Arya said, before Sansa hushed her.

“I heard the prince was a royal prick,” Theon whispered. He, at a young age, was sent to Winterfell by his own father, Balon Greyjoy. He made the terrible mistake of crowning himself king of the iron islands and starting a war. After their loss, Theon was sent away to Winterfell to be Lord Stark’s ward. Theon always viewed himself as a prisoner.

Then, came in the carriage with the Queen inside. She exited out of the carriage, looking slightly annoyed.

“Where’s the imp?” Arya asked Sansa.

“Please, just shut up!” Sansa asked.

We all bowed before the king and Queen as they made their way to Lord Stark. The King said hello to every member of the family. He made eye contact with Rhaella. She stiffened, not knowing what to do. “My king,” she said, curtsying. He gave a simple nod, and went about his way into the crypts with Lord Stark.

“Wasn’t so bad, was it?” Jon said, messing with her hair. She let out a relieved sigh, “no, thank goodness.”

Lady Stark had Rhaella, Arya, and Sansa get ready for the feast together.

“The prince is so handsome…” Sansa said, blushing. “I can’t believe the king wants me to marry him! Can we marry now or do we have to wait?”

Her mother stopped brushing her hair, “gods Sansa, your father hasn’t even made a decision yet!”

She turned to her, “please tell him to say yes! It’s all I could ever want!”

Lady Stark nodded, “we’ll see.”

Arya rolled her eyes, “not everything is about boys.”

Rhaella finally finished making her dress. The dress was a delicate light blue with a beautiful dragon embroidered on the neckline.

“That looks amazing!” Arya said.

“Thanks, learned from the best,” Rhaella replied smiling at Sansa.

“I suck at making my dresses…” Arya said.

“You still look very beautiful,” Lady Stark said. “You all do.”

Rhaella made her way to the Great Hall for the feast. She had to sit with Jon and the stable boys. “I like the dress,” Jon said. “Made it yourself?”

Rhaella nodded with a smile. Jon’s wolf, Ghost, laid his head on Rhaella’s lap.

“I guess Ghost likes it too,” Jon laughed.

“Do you boy?” She asked the white direwolf as it wagged its tail. Ghost was the runt of the litter and albino with red eyes. Jon named him ghost because he barely makes a sound.

Everyone watched as the Stark family entered the great hall one by one after the King and Queen. A few of them walked in with the King’s children. Robb with Princess Marcella, Sansa with Prince Joffrey, and Arya with Prince Tommen. The feast finally began.

Rhaella noticed Queen Cersei looking at her. Lady Catelyn gave a little nod, hinting her to come over. Rhaella took a deep breath and made her way over. Once she was before them, she curtsied. “My Queen, my Lady,” Rhaella said.

“Why aren’t you a precious thing?” The Queen asked. “Rhaella, isn’t it? Surely, a beautiful thing like you shouldn’t be hiding in the North, where it’s cold.”

“T-Thank you, my Queen! You look very beautiful yourself.” Rhaella smiled. The Queen had long gorgeous golden blonde hair and emerald green eyes. She truly was a sight to see.

“And your smile, like the sun entered the room and exploded,” the Queen added. “You’re free to go, and would you be a dear and tell Sansa to come over?”

Rhaella didn’t know how to feel about the last compliment, but curtsied again before walking away. Sansa was sitting with her friend Jeyne Poole, giggling and whispering. “Sansa,” Rhaella said. “The Queen wants to speak with you!” Sansa’s eyes lit up with joy, “Really, she wants me?” She quickly got up from her seat and walked over to them. Rhaella sat back down with Jon. “What did she want?” He asked, lifting his eyebrow. “Nothing really,” Rhaella replied. “Nothing bad, thank goodness.”

As everyone ate their food, Rhaella looked up at Arya. She had a mischievous look on her face. What will she do? She scooped a piece of pigeon pie, and aimed it at Sansa. She flicked the pie at her, hitting her cheek.

“Arya!” She shrieked. “She always does this!”

Robb picked Arya up and took her to her bed camber as the whole room laughed.

The musicians started to play their music, inviting everyone to the dance floor. I’d like to dance a little, but who would ask me?

୭ ₊ Bran ˚.

Bran watched as men brought their lady partners to the floor to dance. He felt a hand rest on his shoulder. “You should ask Rhaella to dance,” Robb said. “I think it would make her very happy.”

“She is your betrothed after all,” Theon added, teasing Bran.

Bran’s cheeks went red, “s-stop teasing me! What if she says no?”

“Believe me, she wouldn’t,” Robb said. “Besides, you should never be afraid of rejection.”

Easy for you to say, all the girls love you, even her…

Bran nodded and got up from his seat. He walked over to Rhaella, offering his hand, “Gaomagon jaelā naejot lilagon lēda nyke?”

She smiled and nodded, “Kessa!”

They both made their way to the dance floor, and began to mimic the moves of the pairs. “The dancing lessons really paid off,” she said. Bran agreed, “yeah! We’re doing good!”

The two of them continued to dance. “Bran, I think everyone is watching us!” She whispered. He glanced around the room. She was right, everybody was watching, even the king. “Don’t worry about them, just focus on me,” he told her. Everybody began to cheer for them, including the other Starks.

“That’s my brother!” Robb yelled.

That’s so embarrassing…

Rhaella laughed, making Bran blush.

୭ ₊ Rhaella ˚.

Once the song was over, Rhaella and Bran went back to their seats. Where’s Jon? She hopped off her seat and searched for him. She walked outside to find him training with his sword. “There you are,” Rhaella said. “You missed me and Bran dancing!”

“Don’t worry, I saw you two before I left outside. You both did great.” He said.

“I wish you could have danced with us.” She admitted.

They both heard another song playing from inside. Jon placed down his sword, and offered his hand, “well then, my lady, may I have this dance,” he asked, in a silly voice. Rhaella laughed and accepted. They both danced until the song was over. Rhaella and Bran went to Arya’s bed chamber to read another Targaryen story before going to bed. Arya set up a tent with her blanket so they could lay on their bellies on the floor. “We didn’t finish the dance of the dragons!” Arya said. “We left off on the part where Prince Jacerys went to Winterfell.”

Rhaella began to read from the book, “well it says here that he met Lord Cregan Stark, who also lost his younger brother. Jacerys reminded him so much of his sibling that they formed a brotherhood and they made the—”

“The pact of Ice and Fire.” They heard a voice say. All of a sudden, the blanket was yanked from above making the children scream. “It’s just me,” Lord Stark said. “All of you should be sleeping you know.”

“After this part of the story.” Bran said. “Please?”

Their father chuckled, “alright then, the pact was made between them to show the North’s support for the blacks during the dance. The Prince said once he’d have a daughter, she would marry Cregan’s son.”

“Did it happen?” Rhaella asked.

“No, the Prince died shortly after during a battle.” He answered.

Arya frowned, “so the pact was never fulfilled?”

“I’m afraid not,” he said messing with her hair. “That’s what war does, nothing but destruction and death. I despise it.”

“Imagine what it was like to have a war with that many dragons,” Bran said. “Maybe I don’t want to imagine it.”

Lord Stark agreed, “the poor dragons were the key ‘weapons’ in that war, nearly wiping all of them out.”

“And now they’re all gone.” Rhaella said.

“Perhaps they are,” he said. “Now, time for bed all of you.” Bran and Rhaella left the room and went to their own.

The next day, the girls had embroidery lessons with Princess Marcella. Nearly the whole time Sansa was giggling and whispering to her friends Jayne and Beth.

“What’s so funny?” Arya asked. “Tell me what y’all are giggling about!”

“The prince,” Sansa blushed. “He was very handsome at the feast. He even stared me.”

“I’m sure he also saw you get pigeon pied to the face,” Arya snickered. “Besides, Jon said he’s a spoiled brat.”

Sansa rolled her eyes, “Jon is just jealous that he is a bastard and not a prince!”

Arya and Rhaella gasped.

“Sansa, that’s so mean!” Rhaella said.

“It’s the truth,” Sansa said. “And I will be queen someday.”

Arya grabbed Rhaella’s hand, “let’s go see what Bran is up to!”

They made their way into the courtyard. They found the Stark and Baratheon boys together. Bran and Tommen were heavily padded with wooden swords.

They called for him and waved. “Good luck brother!” Arya yelled.

As the two boys were fighting, everyone could sense the tension between Robb and Prince Joffrey. They were smack talking each other the whole time. Their fight would certainly be interesting.

“I wish we could do that,” Arya sighed. “It would be fun!”

Rhaella agreed, “yeah, but alas, we are girls. Some books I’ve read said that outside of Westeros there are places where women are allowed to do anything men can.”

“I’d like to go there sometime.” She said.

“Same here.”

Tommen fell to the ground as Bran held his wooden sword at him. Wow, Bran would have made a great knight of the kingsguard, Rhaella said to herself. Then I showed up and ruined everything…

When it became dawn, the King and Lord Stark were leaving for a hunt with Robb and Theon following them. Bran and Rhaella watched as they trotted away on horseback. Lord Stark looked at them to wave goodbye. They smiled back and watched as the party left.

“My father will be hand of the king,” Bran said. “He’s leaving to King’s Landing tomorrow. He’s going to take us with him. Mother didn’t want me to go, but father thought that I could calm down the feud between Joffrey and Robb.”

“Did he mention me?” Rhaella asked. As scared as she was of the king, the Starks truly had become a family to her. She didn’t want to lose them.

“I asked father, they are still making a decision.” He said. “I’m sure the king will say yes. You are my betrothed after all.”

Bored, Bran and Rhaella explored Winterfell’s castle. They visited the stables where Hodor, a large and tall man, attended to Bran’s pony. Hodor was truly a mystery. All he ever said was ‘Hodor.’ No one knows why.

“I’ll have to leave him behind,” Bran said as he looked at the pony. Rhaella turned to Bran and noticed water in his eyes. She held his hand, whispering, “hey, it’s going to be okay.”

Bran sniffed, “sorry, I shouldn’t be crying. Boys don’t cry.”

“Everyone cries, Bran,” she reminded him. “There’s no shame in that.” She knew he wouldn’t believe her, but it wouldn’t hurt to try comforting a friend.

“I don’t know if I’m ready to leave,” he admitted. “This is my home. My real home.”

There was that word again, ‘home.’

Where’s my home?

The stable boys noticed the Stark boy crying and began to snicker. “What a baby!” One of them laughed. “Shut up!” Rhaella shouted. “That ‘baby’ is more important than any of you will ever be!” She grabbed Bran’s hand and they both took off.

The two children grew bored again, thinking of what to do next.

Bran gave her a mischievous smirk, “you wanna go climbing?”

“Bran, your mother said no!” She reminded him. “And I don’t feel like climbing right now…I’ll just watch.”

His direwolf pup began to chew on his shoe. “Come on you!” He told the pup. They found an abandoned tower in the distance. Bran pointed at it, “I’m going to climb that one!” Once they got there, Bran started climbing. Never once had he ever fell from climbing. Never.

Once Bran made it to the window, he looked confused. Before Rhaella could ask if something was wrong, she saw Bran get dragged in by a hand. Without thinking, she began to climb herself up the tower. She was halfway there until Bran was pushed from the window. She swiftly grabbed his hand, “hang on.” She held on as much as she could. “We’re going to fall!” He shouted. Her fingers began to slip from the wall. “We’re going to be okay—” she started to say until her fingers completely slipped off the wall. They both held onto each other as their bodies hit the ground. Everything went black.

“Ser Ilyn, bring me his head!”

Confused, Rhaella woke up in a crowd of people. They were all shouting at someone. She turned to where they were all facing and gasped. It was Sansa, the Queen, and Joffrey with his kingsguard. Except, Joffrey wore the crown of the king. Is this Kingslanding? “No!” Sansa yelled. “Please don’t do this!” Lord Stark was being executed! Rhaella wanted to shout, but she couldn’t. No! The knight drew out his sword, and lifted it up. Rhaella turned away, covering her eyes, before seeing his head get sliced off. What is going on?

“Dany, please!” A voice begged in fear.

Viserys?

She removed her hands to investigate, only to be in a completely different spot. She was inside a tent with many men and women. She knew it wasn’t Westeros due to the majority of people having darker skin with unfamiliar accents. There Viserys was, on his knees as two other men restrained him from moving. “A crown of a king,” The tall man said. He held a pot of melted gold over Viserys’ head and poured it over him. He screamed in agony until he could no longer say anything. His head slammed to the ground. He was dead!

“He was no dragon.”

Rhaella turned back to see Dany. She showed no emotion whatsoever after what just happened.

“Fire cannot kill a dragon,” she said, staring at his lifeless body.

There was a loud screech from the sky, startling Rhaella. Once she looked up, she couldn’t believe what was there before her. It was a dragon! The scales of the creature was a beautiful deep shade of blue, with a lighter shade going down its neck and under its wings. The dragon opened its mouth, letting out blue flames at her.

Rhaella let out a small groan. Her vision, at first, was blurry. All she could hear was a gasp.

“Gods be good!” A familiar voice exclaimed.

“My…lady?” Rhaella asked.

“Yes, sweet girl. It’s me.” She said.

Rhaella tried to stand, but she was weak.

“No, you need your rest.” She said. Rhaella could tell Lady Stark was relieved, but not completely. Bran was still sleeping in a bed next to hers.

“How long has it been?” Rhaella asked.

“A couple of days.” She answered. “You were in a coma.”

Rhaella’s stomach let out a vicious growl. She didn’t realize how hungry she was.

“You poor thing, all we could give the both you was honey and water while you were sleeping,” Lady Stark explained. “I’ll have someone bring food from the kitchen.”

“I tried to not let go,” Rhaella explained. “I was holding onto his hand while gripping the wall with my other hand.”

“Do you remember anything else before that?” She asked.

“Well, all I remember was him falling from the tower. He could have been pushed, but I didn’t see…”

That made Lady Stark want to ask more questions, but Rhaella didn’t have a lot of answers. They all left. Lord Stark, Sansa, Arya, and Jon. Rhaella didn’t even have the chance to say goodbye. That made her sad. She wanted to cry, but refused to let any tears fall.

“Whoever did this to you will pay,” Lady Stark said coldly. “I promise you that.”

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majesticbakugirl · 5 years

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I really wish that each Stark child had a conversation with another character regarding the last thing Ned said to them. Whether the child mentions that it was Lord Stark or not would be interesting.

In my head it would come up in these situations:

Robb: probably in a war council meeting....maybe to Lord Karstark

Jon: I could see this happening in a conversation with commander Mormont or possibly when he's with the wildlings. I could see him presenting the scenario as an add on to why he doesn't want to be a part of westerosi society anymore. Like Ned died and now he'll never know anything about his mother so might as well live somewhere where it doesn't matter.

Sansa: I could see it coming up when she had tea with Margaery and Olenna Tyrell. I could see it coming up with Theon. I could see a really cool contrast scene between Sansa and Arya when they reunite at Winterfell. Maybe as part of that confrontation scene in Arya's bedroom when Sansa finds the faces!!!

Bran: (I think he's next in the order....i never remember) This one would be interesting because of the fall. I'm not sure what the last thing Ned said to Bran would be. Maybe it would come up with Meera and Jojen....maybe with Sam Tarly.

Arya: So I really like the idea of Ned's last words coming up in a joint conversation between Arya and Sansa. If the lines are how I think they are, then both girls got similar things from Ned. Both referring to who they would marry when they were older. However I could also see Arya bringing it up with Jaqen in the house of black and white. Kinda like a "I'm not going to be a faceless man I'm gonna be arya stark" even if she didn't marry and have children exactly as Ned said.

Rickon: he was so smol when ned left........I'm not sure if this would be particularly relevant to him. But probably when he was with Asha at some point.

#game of thrones #got #starks #robb #jon #arya #sansa #bran #rickon #maisie williams #richard madden #kit harington #sophie turner #isaac hempstead wright #imagine the arya/sansa scene tho #i need to reread the books #so this is show dialogue only

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lokisrare · 5 years

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experiences [B.S]

request: would you ever consider writing a bran x reader based on that anon you got about virgin bran maybe him getting used to being a newly wed and how he hasn't shared a bed with his wife yet so he feels frustrated because he's never done anything like that before?

A/N: well virgin!bran is my new favorite thing, also I got carried away with the angst part??? lmao, anyway, enjoy I guess

warnings: angst and a little bit of smut at the end.

Putting on a simple gown you went looking for Bran, you were used to him not being next to you every morning. It was understandable at first, he had to take care of his duties, rebuild King's Landing for example, but now everything was going fine and you felt like he was evading you.

Looking for him you encountered Brienne who told you Bran was in the garden nex to the meeting room, but he had asked to be left alone.

You went anyway and he was standing in the middle of it, he wasn't even warging; but he was with his head tilted back and eyes closed.

Taking a few steps, you put your hands carefully on his shoulders and then dragged them to his chest, his eyes opened and looked to you, faces barely a few centimeters away and lips grazing.

"You left early again" you said still not moving, since your hands were on his chest you could feel him hold his breath for a moment.

"Tyrion needed me for something" he said smiling as he took your hands and took them off of his chest, trying to get as far as he could from your touch.

You stared at him, knowing you were about to cry, because you felt like he was avoiding you, he's been doing it for so long now and at first you understood, he had things to take care of but right now he won't even kiss you.

Bran looked alarmed at you as he saw how the tears started to accumulate in your eyes. You hated to cry in front of anyone, you never were one to show vulnerability but the while situation was overwhelming you. You loved him and it was horrible to feel like he despised you.

"Y/N... why are you crying? No, come here" he said trying to reach your hand but you took a step away.

"I've been trying to understand you" you said, and the tears finally started falling, "to give you the space you needed; I've never tried to rush things because I know how things are for you. But now you won't even kiss me"

"Y/N, I-..."

"No, it's fine if you don't want me but at least don't act like I disgust you" it was all you said before you left. Bran looking at you leave hating himself so damn much. It wasn't your fault, it could never be your fault. It was all him and now he had made you feel like utter shit.

You spent the day walking around King's Landing until the sun started to go down, you didn't want to see Bran. It was the last thing you wanted so you tried to sneak into the castle to your room.

When you got there, you closed the door carefully so no one could notice you were back, turning around you almost let out a scream. Bran was sitting on your shared bed staring back at you.

You opened the door to leave.

"Y/N, no please, stay. I want to talk to you" he said softly.

"What do you want?" you leaned against the door.

"Please, come here" he tapped the place beside him and you battled yourself. Finally walking towards the bed and sitting next to him.

"Listen, none of this is your fault. You could never disgust me. Never. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen and I love you, it's just..." you looked at him intently as he seemed to be conflicted about all this. "I've never been with someone. Intimately. And I'm this" he looked down at his legs, "and you're this beautiful girl with more experience than me; I- I don't know what to do when you're around me and surely I don't want to be a disappointment to you. I'm so sorry"

You took a moment to process things and then jumped to him. Hugging him tightly.

"You could never be a disappointment to me Bran" you said to him. Your lips almost touching, "would you let me teach you?"

His cheeks turned crimson and you tought he was the most beautiful boy ever. So handsome and innocent. And he was all yours just as you were his.

He nodded and you kissed him slowly.

You straddled him and he moaned at the feeling of your clothed parts touching. Taking his hands you placed them on your breasts and looked down at him, admiration and lust filled his gaze.

Leaning down, you kissed him slowly as you grinded on him, Bran groaning at the feeling. You bit his lips as your hands started to take of his clothes, leaving his chest exposed.

You left a trail of kisses all the way from his neck to his chest. Bran looking at you intently, his cheeks rosy and bitting his lower lip. He was something else.

"I'll make you feel so good."

#bran stark x reader #bran stark imagine #bran stark smut #bran stark #isaac wright imagine #isaac hempstead wright x reader #isaac hempstead wright imagine #isaac wright #isaac hempstead wright

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