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Following you to the ends of the earth

BRANDON STARK X READER

Summary- Your time with Bran, Meera, and Hodor in the Three-Eyed Raven's cave. Unsaid feelings become said 🫶😩.

Part two right here!

A/N- This is my first writing piece ever! I am 100% open to constructive criticism! If there is any typos or mistakes pls lmk!!

Word count- 4,067

The cold of the cave had always left you unsteady. Even though you were finally out of the harsh snow and plundering winds, you couldn't help but feel a sense of unsafety in the dark rock that was now your shelter.

It had all happened so fast, following Bran, pledging to stay by his side through it all. It was a decision you little heart was determined to follow through on. All because of a small crush. You remember playing with Bran in your free time, a privilege of your mother being a handmaid to Catelyn Stark. But you weren't a child anymore, years had passed and your pledge turned into a duty, then an admiration for the boy.

His still body was leaning onto you, head falling back onto your shoulder. Though his legs to the right of your own. Brans weight was heavy against your chest but it was a feeling you wouldn't trade for anything.

Foggy eyes returned to you after what seemed like hours. With a gasp and a small shake in your arms, he came to. A Raven fluttering and exclaiming as the two men came out of the sight. Though it was only a few minutes, his time in the past always seemed longer to you.

His face expressed confusion, yet he still gave you a gentle smile. He turned to face the Old man, just after adjusting himself onto his side, out of your touch.

Him being in your arms during his visions started as an uncounsions act. You always wanted to be close to Brandon when he wasn’t fully with you. He worried you to no end and you wanted to be right there, holding him. Over the months of shyly inching closer to him while he was in a state of unconsciousness turned into you resting his head agaisnt your shoulder. Sometimes even leaning into your stomach, chest, or lap. Which was much to your enjoyment. Even if he didn't realize he leaned into your touch, it still warmed your heart.

He voiced his concern after a sharp breath,"You finally show me something I care about, and then you drag me away" His voice was emotional and yearnful. You chewed the inside of your cheek, waiting for the Three-Eyed Raven to respond.

"It is beautiful beneath the sea, but if you stay too long, you'll drown." The old man spoke in riddles. You never quite had the nag for understanding the man and his complex way of wording, although you knew that Bran would have explained them if you asked.

"I wasn't drowning, I was home!" The quiver in his voice left you saddened. He let out a puff of air as he reverted to his original position, off of his elbows and his back to your chest. Which was much more comfortable for him. You tried your best to comfort him as you squeezed his arm and swept some of his hair from his face, fondling a few of his locks. A pass-time you both enjoyed.

You never really had to ask, but the words flowed anywyas, "Where did you go this time?" A smile was on your face as you were curious for some details on his latest adventure.

His tone shifted into a lighter one, and you could feel some of the tension in his body release itself. "I saw Hodor." He said to you, then turned to the named man.

"Wylis?" He was only met with a "Hodor."

"I saw you as a boy." He then faced you, eyes staring deep. "His name was Wylis and he could talk, he was speaking normally." You questioned him for his own amusement, his smile growing. "Really? What happened, you saw him in your vision?" You were met with a small shrug of his shoulders, and you both looked to the person in question. Who only responded with his expected, "Hodor."

You changed the topic by starting with a sigh, "Meera's outside again, she's going to get sick... Nothing I say will bring her in." You contemplated even asking, but it was worth a shot. "You want to go see if you can change anything?'

He wouldn't even know where to start, but if you had asked him to pull down the moon and take out the stars out one by one, he would try his hardest.

A nod signaled his wilingness to you, and you called Hodor over. Hodor lifted Bran with ease, and you continued on. "Maybe tell her about Hodor- or Wylis- in your vision." He loved how you were always trying to make people feel better, even if it clashed with your true emotions and own thoughts. You always seemed to think of others before yourself.

The three of you made your way to the entrance of the cave, where Meera sat. All of a sudden you missed the dark alleys of the cave, It was much colder outside. You were already losing the feeling in your toes, as a result of not being properly clothed at the moment. A consequence of taking your wools off, which might have been to hold Bran better.

Hodor slowly lowered Bran to the fluffy snow beneath, this being routine for the two. You subconsciously sat down onto the snow as well. Maybe it was to be on the same level as everyone, or possbly to make yourself feel what Bran did. Whatever the reason, you helped him shuffle his legs straight, then you both turned to Meera.

After Jojen had died, it was as if you were talking to a hollowed out shell. A part of her was lost. Though, she found a wicked wave of comfort looking out into the mountains of ice. Her back was to the cave, including Hodor, Bran, and you.

"Meera, Its not safe out here. You shouldn't be outside the cave." Bran tried, unknowingly repeating what you had told the girl earlier.

"It's not safe anywhere." Meera responded, eyes locked on the snow infront of her.

Brandon looked at you before continuting and facing Meeras back, "I saw that Hodor wasn't always Hodor."

"His real name is Wylis. He could talk and he could fight, and-and then" His words stopped as the girl shifted to see the three of you.

"Meera, please tell us what we can do." You said, reaching a hand out to her. "I want to help you, truly, but you need to open up a little. We are here for you." You were met with silence and an unwavering look of stubbornness from her.

Bran broke the quiet, "The Three-Eyed Raven says there is a war coming."

With a scoff Meera spoke, "Yeah, and we are going to fight it in there?" You patted Bran on the forearm, he took it as his sign to leave you and her alone together. You always had a better time at connecting with Meera. She was like a sister to you, and you knew that she needed someone to be there for her.

Hodor clamored over at the request of the Stark, and lifted Bran to take him back inside the sheltered cave.

"He tries to understand, Meera, he really does." You defended.

"I know, but all I do is sit and watch his visions. I don't know how you do it, it all seems pointless. How do you not go mad, because I know I will if we keep at this." She revealed. As she spoke, you got up and sat down next to her, knees touching.

"I question that myself sometimes too." She gave a light smile, then back to melancholy. "We need you. Brandon, Hodor, and I can not do this without you. I heard that we will be leaving soon though... And frankly, I am terrified. Terrified that I might lose another one of the people I love most. You have to swear that you will talk to me Meera, please. We can work through this." All you wanted were for things to go back to the way they were before her brothers death. When the five of you would feel comfortable with each other. You wanted it so bad, even when you knew it was impossible.

You are met with a nod of her head, and seeing her face you recognized that she needed to be alone now. With a friendly nudge of her shoulder, you made your part and went back into the cave.

Another day brought Bran and the Three-Eyed Raven a new vision. From what you understood, they kept going into the past, seeing glimpses of what happened before Bran was born. Although you were confused on how this woud help the war, Bran insisted that with time it would be revealed. You were just happy that Brandon was getting training for his special sight.

Unlike his last vision, Bran wasn't in your arms. You were too busy helping Hodor untangle one of the strings in his coat. He tended to fiddle with them when he as anxious, and they got pretty messy.

You were interrupted by a much more violent and sharp gasp from Bran. Before you could ask on what had happened, he spoke.

"Why did you do that! Take me back, I want to go back!" he panted. You got up from your seat with Hodor, making your way over to the distressed boy.

Crouching down next to Bran, you started to reach out, but were interrupted.

"No." Was the simple answer given to Bran by the old man.

In an attept to convey the urgency to the Three-Eyed Raven, Bran pulled away from you. He struggled to pull himself up, but was untimately successful. Now facing the old man, holding himself up by his forearms and elbows. "He heard me!" Bran's voice was getting louder.

Contrary to him, the Three-Eyed Raven stood monotone, "Maybe. Or maybe he heard the wind." You did not know what was going on. You were starting to grow anxious at Bran's response to the situation.

"He. Heard. Me." Bran insisted.

"The past is already written, the ink is dry."

"Can someone please enlighten me to the sitution?" You questioned. Though, upsettingly met with no response. The two carried on with their quarrel, like you were not even there. If there was one thing you hated, it was being ignored by your own friends.

"What's in that tower?" Bran demanded an answer, shifting on his forearms, staring daggers into the Three-Eyed Raven. "I want to go back there."

"I have told you many times. Stay too long where you don't belong, and you will never return." A warning from the man.

"And why would I want to return!" You gave a barely auidble gasp at Bran's words. He couldn't possibly mean that he wanted to leave this world for the one in his visons? Could he?

"What, so I could just be a cripple again? So I can talk to an old man in a tree?" Bran stated fiercely. His words were true, he did want to leave this world.

"Brandon, what are you saying?" You wanted to hide away as soon as the words left your mouth, they were weak and revealed what you felt. Bran craned his neck to see you. He didn't look for long, as he turned back to the Three-eyed Raven when he spoke.

"Do you think I wanted to sit here for a thousand years? Watching the world from a distance, as the roots grew through me?"

"So why did you?" Bran tried to reason.

"I was waiting for you." Bran was irritated by this response. "I do not want to be like you." He said as-a-matter-of-factly.

With a laugh, the old man said "I don't blame you. You won't be here forever. You won't be an old man in a tree. But, before you do leave, you will learn."

"Learn what?"

"Everything."

With that being said, the Three-Eyed Raven dismissed Bran claiming he needed rest.

With all the bravery you could muster, you went over to Bran. "Can I speak now?" You angrily said.

"What is there to say?" He was angry as well, but not at you. Never at you.

You rubbed both hands down you face, "Help me understand. What could you have possibly seen that would make you want to leave us?"

"I can do so much more in my visions. I can walk! I feel things, I can do things. I mean something and I am not just a broken cripple." his voice raised at his last words.

"Can't you see, you have never been just a cripple to me. You are not just Bran the Broken. Are you so selfish that you would leave us without you? Brandon, I cannot live without you. Why do these visions claim you like an obsession? I thought we were in this together, that we work things out as a team. I am always on your side, but I do not take lightly to being ignored, you know this." You wanted to cry, to bawl your eyes out and to go back in time. To tell your little self that her heart would be torn. That the childhood crush was now complete and raw love for Brandon. But he would never feel the same. There was no point in wishing. It was a cruel trick your mind played.

He thought on his next words to say, but you had already made up your mind on the silent treatment. There wasn't many rooms to storm off to in a cave, but the many crevices of the stone would give you enough decisions.

You knew it was cruel to walk away from a man who physically couldn't follow, but you couldn't bare to see the look in his deep eyes. Oh, the eyes you loved so dearly. The eyes you could only wish to die looking into.

Night fell quickly, and Meera didn't even take notice to your swelled eyes, or the fact you were avoiding Bran. Not that you would have had a minute alone anyways. She was far too lost in her grief.

You tossed and turned on the cold, hard ground. Sleep escaped you. You found yourself not just thinking of Bran and your feelings to him, but also the future. Would Bran simply return as the new Three-Eyed Raven. Would he become the Three-Eyed Raven, what would happen to the old man? Were his poor siblings alive? Was your dearest old friend Sansa well?

It was hard to miss the heavy footsteps that shook you from your thoughts. You recognized them to be Hodors. He let a hand out to grasp your shoulder, thinking you were asleep.

"Whats wrong Hodor, did something happen?" "Hodor." His voice was even, he wasn't upset or in danger. This gave you little relief however, what else could he want.

You sat up, squinting at him. "Hodor."

Should you get up? Does he want food, was his coat tangled? No, he wouldn't wake you for something so small.

You stood up. His height over you was intimidating to anyone who didn't know him. But, you did know him. One of the most gentle souls.

He guided you to a section of the cave which was partially blocked off. With a hand to your back, he ushered you forward. You trusted him, going blindly to the closed off area.

Bran was sat against the cave walls, hands folded in his lap. Summer was curled up beside him, eyes slightly opening at the disturbance then shutting again. You wanted to turn around and run outside, maybe the Wights would get you before further embarrassment.

"Thank you Hodor." Bran dismissed the large man.

You were at a lost for words, bashully staring at the floor. After replaying the conversation in your head over and over again, you realized your feelings had got the best of you. You had overreacted.

"I am so sorry Bran, I spoke before I thought. I know you didn't mean what you said, I've just been a ball of anxiety and emotions. We can just forget what happened and move on, so you can grow with your powers." You mustered out, words losing strength. Still standing rigid in front of him, feet away.

He let you finish. Somehow he knew you needed to speak before listening. With a deep breath he began. "Please sit?"

You expected him to have a plain excuse, and leave it at that. Though things were never that easy with Bran. He gestured to the spot next to him.

Timidly, you moved to sit down. Careful to keep your distance and not touch him, you didn't understand why though.

He said your name in an exhale, looking off to the empty space that was now infront of him. He then turned to you.

Your heart was racing, there had never been a time like this. Any squarrel the two of you had was forgotten quickly and moved on the same day of. This was a bigger feat, and was much more than what Bran had let slip to the Three-Eyed Raven.

"I do not have the proper words to express... Here.. In this world I am just a cripple," You tried to stop his negative talk about himself, but was shushed. "I would give up many things to feel my legs again.. But it would not even be a consideration to leave you beind. I know without a shred of doubt I cannot live without you. But you- you don't need me." He admitted, picking at the wool of his coat sleeve.

"Bran, I do not care if you cannot walk or run." You insisted.

He knew you were telling the truth, but he also knew that there would be much you would miss out on if you stayed with him.

"Can I tell you something?"

"Anything, anything at all Bran."

"You mustn't tell a soul, it could ruin many lives." You were a bit worried, but urged him to go on.

"Of course not."

"I didn't fall." He waited to see your reaction, which was confused.

"The day when I had my accident, I did not fall. I was pushed. I was pushed by Jamie lannister."

"The Queens brother?" You scooted closer, your leg knowingly touching his. A hand dropping on to his own. Which he held.

"While climbing an abandoned tower, I saw him and his sister...Queen Cersei." You begged him to continue, what could they have possibly been doing to push Bran from the top of a tower.

"They were engaged in want I found out to be intimate relations." He had a sour look on his face.

You mouth fell open, "But, they are twins? The queen was married, and engaged in such acts?" you were baffled, and quickly understood why it was a touchy subject.

"Why would you let them get away with such an act. They left a permanent change on your life.."

He deeply inahaled, he possibly didn't know why he did it either. His posture changed as he prepared his next words. Pursing his lips before speaking.

"The last thing I remember was him sayng, 'The things I do for love.'" His mouth slightly ajar as he stared at you.

"Bran, I would do anything for you..." You tightly gripped his hand with your own.

He gave you a sorrow look. "You don't want me."

A sob threatened at your throat. How could he possibly think so lowly of himself. When you thought the world of him.

"Bran I love you. It would be a cruel joke to claim otherwise." You brought your free hand to cup one side of his cheek. Thumb moving up and down, a soothing method.

He loved you too, so much that he thought his heart might burst. That he could die in content just knowing you would have a happy life. A happy life where a husband could give you whatever you wanted. He thought you deserved piles of jewels, maids at your feet... children.

He changed his gaze to the floor, forcing your hand off his face. He prepared himself to use his last resort to turn you away. "I could not give you a child."

With a slight scoff, "That is years before us, how could you possibly know anways. How could you know for sure."

"Many Maesters had come to check my legs, each confirming a thing I didn't understand at the time. You need someone who can provide for you." His insecurities flowing out. You swear you saw a single tear flow down.

You couldn't imagine being with anyoe else "If it means being with you, then I do not want children. It would be the greatest honor to spend the rest of my life with you Brandon Stark." You continued.

"Please, Bran. I would live in misery if I knew I never had a chance with you, what can I do to be enough."

He jerked up, eyebrows frowning. "You are everything anyone could ask for. How could you say that, nothing else would make you more perfect."

"Then why don't you want me? I see past a cripple, I would scream it to the world that I love you. That you are much more than what people see with their ignorant eyes." You begged, pulling at his hands. "Prove to me that I am enough Bran." You finished.

"I would have wished to do this in a more proper way, to have planned better. But It would fill my days with an unspeakable and ultimate joy for you to be my bride one day, will you make such a pledge? To wed back in our home, in Winterfell one day?" He asked. Tightly holding your hand in his. Heart pounding and cheeks rosy. His eyes looking back and forth at you, searching for any sign of disgust or dismay. He feared this was all some kind of joke Meera and you decided to play.

You didn't respond at first, you leaned out to him, placing you head on his chest. You got comfortable in his arms, which had quickly invited you. He rubbed your back with one hand. The other resting on your shoulder.

You listened for his heartbeat, knowing it was quicker than normal, then you whispered, "Nothing would make me happier." you turned your head up, noses touching.

His brown eyes deeply filling your gaze. You didn't want anything else to ruin this moment.

You swallowed stiffly and brought your head up a smidge higher to brush your lips to his. He grabbed the back of your head and closed the gap, kissing you.

It wasn't like how you had read in stories. No, this was very different than you had ever imagined your first kiss being. This was Bran, warm and soulful. You swore you could never leave this moment.

The painful inexperience the two of you had was promiennt. Both slightly insecure, but nonetheless in love. You pulled back slightly to hold his face in your hands. He brought a hand up to wipe a tear you didn't know had fallen from your cheeks.

A laugh escaped your mouth, "I have wanted this forever. I had dreamed about this moment, Brandon" He looked silently, and responded by pulling you in for a hug.

"You are now my betrothed," He spoke as if you might have denied it. "I will love you till the day the gods take me from you, and I will stay true to only you." He ended with your name on his lips.

You giggled, looking up at him once more. Giving him a peck before nestling back into his fur coat.

From all the movement, Summer had awaken again. She came up to the two of you and tried to nuzzle inbetween. Though Bran had no intentions of letting you go. Summer gave each of you a long lick across your faces, like she knew what had just happened.

Now straddling the boy beneath you, you thought how on you were prepared to spend your whole life with Bran.

With Summer leaning against you, Bran and you fell asleep in eachothers arms. The troubles of the future could wait another day, and Bran would tell you every detail about his vision with his father tomorrow. But all he wanted now was to hold you.

A/n- TYSM for reading ily!

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Chapter I; Adventus𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ Brandon Star x fem! reader

𓅨˚₊‧⁺⋆♱;; Leaving home to escape a fate worse than death was ideal, yet is it really worth all the pain and suffering that'll come from that decision instead?

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The winds of Winterfell were as cold as ever when Lady Stark received a crow with a message attached.

The seal being from a house in Braavos, House Corvus, inside this letter, there was a betrothal proposal, the youngest daughter of their house to Winterfell's second youngest, Brandon Stark.

"I feel it could be a great advantage to join the two houses, our connections to lands in Essos are little if not unexistent" Said Catelyn Stark.

Lord Stark sighed. "I'll speak with Brandon. See what he says." She nodded and went outside to see her boys practicing archery.. one failing a bit miserably.

Eddard thought this would be a great opportunity to talk to Bran about the situation right after slaughtering a bear!

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"Bran, have you heard of house Corvus perchance?" he asked, looking at him. Brandon thought for a second,"I think I might have, but it's located in Braavos, so I don't know much." He answered

Lord Stark nodded "Well we got word from them today, a crow brought a letter" the younger hummed with curiosity, "A marriage proposal, to wed you and their youngest daughter, once the both of you become of age" he continued.

Bran's eyes went wide and stopped walking. "What if I say no? I've never even heard of them that well, even less of their daughter!" he spoke clearly distraught.

"We have some time to decide, and you can always say no if you meet her and end up not liking her, but just think about the things Winterfell can benefit from this union"

His father added. Bran didn't respond and just kept walking, making his father sigh

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"Robb, do me a favor, could you?"

he asked as he saw his oldest walking around the estate. "Everything okay, father?" he answered

"Everything is alright. I'm sure your mother told you about the marriage proposal for Brandon. Could you go talk to him ?"

Robb chuckled and replied, "He's not very fond of the idea, hm? I'll go talk with him" and left to go look for him.

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The eldest Stark walked around the halls looking for his little brother just as he spotted him, sitting on the floor, the younger said

"You're here to convince me about marrying some stranger, aren't you?"

Robb sighed as he sat on the floor next to his brother

"Yes I am, Bran, listen, if it were different people, they wouldn't have told you until she was on our doorstep," he said before continuing

"And if what I have heard about the women of bravos is true, you might want to accept that proposal," he said with a grinn

with that Bran looked up at him "what have you heard" he said

"Why dont you go ask Theon, yes?"

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"They say if you marry a Bravoosi woman you might be the luckiest or most doomed bastard in the seven kingdoms " Theon said with a smirk

Brandon's eyes shined with curiosity

"Why so?" he asked

"The women of Braavos have beautiful dark hair that shine with the sun, and although their climate is humid and cold they have sun kissed skin"

Robb said making Bran smile ever so slightly.

Theon joined in "I've heard that their hips are made to bear healthy heirs, broad and we'll rounded hips, perfect for grabbing in the midst of-" he stopped to chuckle once he noticed Bran's flushed cheeks

"You'll cross the bridge when you get there"

"But why would I be a doomed bastard?" Brandon asked awkwardly

"She'd leave you dry - ouch!" Theon said before getting cut off by Catelyn hitting the back of his head

"Don't fill his head with scum. He's far too young!" she said, which only made the oldest laugh

"He'll be a man soon enough," Robb said, ruffling Bran's hair before leaving, Theon by his side.

"Off you go, little man, go to your lessons with maester Luwin," Lady Stark said, and the boy complied with a small pout.

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The winds started to get rather cold at sea, you had expected that since it was indeed the north where your betrothed lived

he was your chance at living a life without the fear of getting murdered by your own people for something that was out of your control.

The boat was filled with an indescribable emptiness, the spirits were low, you wanted to be left alone, still processing everything that had happened.

your mother had instructed that no man except for the Maester boarded the ship for you and your sister's safety. Yet not many wanted to embark the journey fearing of what would happen once they returned, only a few of the remaining loyal helpers of your mother accompanied you and your sister.

It had been weeks since you fled the castle, weeks since you heard the news of the death of your sister, weeks since you heard the voice of your brother.

you sat on your cabin looking at the floor, as your mind trailed to cries of your older brother, screaming at our father

"How could you let that happen to your daughter!" he screamed

"It was the best for the kingdom," your father said stoic in his throne. Your brother stood up and walked over to him. "She was raped! Then she took! her own life! how was that the best for the kingdom, you just let it happen?!!"

"Are you alright?" A voice took you out of your trance, your sister

you looked up at her and smiled

"Yes, of course" you said

she took your hand in hers and made you go up to the deck, "We are almost there.. Just two more days and you'll be safe," she said, holding your shoulders

you stared at her eyes, as tears started to well on yours. "What about you - will you be safe?" you say trough sobs she squeezed your shoulders "I will I,promise" she grinned but you knew, her eyes betrayed her.

It was only a matter of time before everyone knew that the necromeancers of Bravoos were back.

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When I woke up, my sister was standing next to my bed. "We have arrived dear, winter awaits" she said gently.

As she left, I stood up and went to look for the attire, I lingered infront of my trunk for a couple of seconds before deciding on the dress I would wear, I hadn't really thought much about it, while leaving Braavos, the only thing in my mind was not getting killed. Yet now that I looked at it - it's not very suitable for the weather in Winterfell

It's not so different to Braavos, but unlike there, the cold weather is not constant, the warm weather is enjoyed and well as the cold

,here, however, no matter how hard you try, the reminder that you're so far up north you feel it in your nails.

And although the winter has yet to come, the cold air fills your lungs and it stays, and it burns, and it won't come out until it is you that gets used to it, used to the cold.

You left your cabin all dressed up and were met with your sister and the Maester. On the deck packing some stuff, on your far left you could see some men proudly holding the banner of their house.

A direwolf decorates them, the animal of their house flowing with the wind as they get closer. You could make out what you guessed was the lord of Winterfell, Eddard Stark, from what you've heard.

They stopped as they waited to take you and your sister to Castle Ward, where you would be spending your life once you become of age.

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Sedona

Summary: a moment between Bran Stark and his wife at a feast

Warnings: semi songfic, really short, established relationship, fluff, slightly codepenedent if you squint, set after last season with slight ooc Bran (not very three eyed raven)

a/n: this man makes me soo weak yall, also sorry for not posting anything recently

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Baby, easy

I lose myself completely

When you're trapped in my mind

I can't take you anywhere

Even in the crowded hall Bran's eyes never left her silhouette, not once. The way she laughed, how her eyes lit up when she smiled, the twirl of her midnight blue skirts as she dance, all these snapshots of her were forever trapped in his mind.

After all, who wouldn't love her?

The celebratory feast was in full swing by now and Bran hadn't even moved an inch from his spot at the table. He longed to reach her, to touch her, to press her to his chest until thier souls became one.

I found my nicotine, amphetamine

The only thing that's good to me

My nicotine, amphetamine

When I look at you, and I can't breathe

She was absolutely intoxicating, the only drug he'd ever need. His salvation, or was she his damnation? Either way, if it meant being at the receiving end of her warmth, he would willingly march into hell with a smile.

Bran was snapped out of his thoughts when a shadow of the silhouette of his Angel fell over the table.

His Angel.

His.

"It's exhausting to have to do this every feast just to keep up appearances"

Y/n spoke as she sat down next to her husband, tired from all the socializing she had been expected to do.

Bran turned to greet her with a warm smile, "I would much prefer it if I could keep you to myself through all of them, My love"

"Don't you wanna be nobody every once in a while? Just to get away from all of this?, I understand that things would be less ideal but we would finally be able to rest"

Y/n added that last part quickly, feeling embarrassed for even suggesting such a thing to her Lord husband.

Bran only smiled and replied,

"Nothing even matters just as long as you're mine"

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[devilsjacket]

Bran: Please, I'm begging you go to a doctor.

Y/n: I'm sorry is this OUR stab wound? Stay out of it.

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[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐚'𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐫, 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

Warnings: mentions of PTSD, triggers, violence, blood, death and swearing

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ        

🌿ISTP 🍁Slytherin or Hufflepuff - can be debated.  📜Chaotic Neutral 🔮Aries Sun, Taurus Moon, Scorpio Rising

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

Nad Dunaem by DakhaBrakha

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:

One Showing Kindness (You) x The Other Choosing To Become Kinder, As Redemption (Sandor)

Snarky Power Couple That Can, And Probably Will, Destroy You

“Shut Up” x “Make Me”

𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔

Acts of Service. Likes to do things for you - making sure you’re fed and hydrated. Cuts up logs for the fire, and makes sure it’s always burning. 

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・Sansa specifically asked for the both of you to join her council right after her coronation

・Technically lowborn, your family had been loyal to House Stark for generations

・And when ... well when it all went to shit, you were forced to flee.

・For years you didn’t know what became of your family. But you did hold onto the knowledge that was passed down from generation to generation

・Not just about the physical world, but the spiritual, and the natural. 

・Your family was initially so close to the Starks’ because of your usefulness, but over hundreds of years, your family proved their allegiance 

・You grew up with the Stark children as your mother was a close companion of Cateyln’s (when she first came to Winterfell as a newlywed, she felt very lost. Your mother was the same age and showed her the ways of the North)

・Arya and Sansa were like sisters to you. But you were always caught in the middle of their bickering. You were the eldest of four siblings, having two other brothers and a younger sister. She was only a baby when Nedd Stark went to King’s Landing. 

・It wasn’t easy, surviving all those years on your own. But you did it. You endured. 

・After acquiring a job as a barmaid, you heard all the gossip and news the war

・You protected yourself with a hidden dagger underneath your skirts, and always wore a ring which held poison. Like a locket ring. 

・In all honesty, no one fucked with you because of it. And your reputation grew. 

・Women would come to you in the early hours of the morning, wanting an array of things. Herbs for birth control, poison for violent husbands, drafts to aid in sleep, ingredients to churn someone’s guts. 

・Your boss didn’t mind at first, but he thought you were creating too much attention. 

・But your boss’s wife liked you, and she helped you until one day a young Arya Stark trudged into the tavern with a tall scarred man. 

・It didn’t take her long to recognise you, and within minutes she had knocked over a pitcher of ale and threw herself into your arms

・She demanded that you came with them, and the rest is history...

・The relationship between you and Sandor was rocky in the beginning. You thought he was too abrasive and harsh. Arya, already used to it, just shrugged her shoulders when you called him out on it

・Even though you knew his reputation, you didn’t care. You had packed your belongings and had your own set of weapons that could kill him. 

・He knew that.

・And he was ... honestly impressed

・Arya loved the dynamic between you two. And although she would never admit it, she loved when you fussed over her - your big sister instincts kicking in. 

・It took you a while to realise Sandor’s love languages. Arya had to point out when he was ‘being nice’. 

・But you saw something in him that he didn’t see in himself. And you fell in love 

・When Sansa asked you to be on her council, Sandor was really proud of you, but it took him a long time to accept his position. He didn’t think he was worthy of it. 

・”We’ve all made mistakes,” Sansa told him one evening when the three of you were dining together. “You can atone by accepting my offer.”  

・You don’t have an official title, as you dabble in many areas of Winterfell. But you’re the connection to the people, and also the natural world. An advisor, and Maester in training. 

・Sandor’s official title is, ‘Master-at-Arms’ / ‘Commander’. He’s responsible for training soldiers, giving military advice and choosing the guards of Winterfell. 

・Sansa also has a council of Bannermen, who are present when very important decisions are made. (Sandor hates nearly every single one of them.) 

・You were going to have a little cottage somewhere warmer (because Sandor doesn’t like the cold), but the position was ... too perfect. Being with Sansa, living in Winterfell, it was home. 

・If Sansa travels to King’s Landing, she wants you and Sandor to come with her. She feels safe when the pair of you are around her. Sansa has PTSD (although not known as that), and can get triggered when men get too physically close. 

・You’ve taught Sansa about herbs, plants, poisions and cures. The old Sansa never listened, thought it was too boring. But now, she listens intently, and has endless questions. 

・Sansa offered to rebuild your family home, but it hurt too much. Until ... two years later, when your youngest brother and sister found their way back home. 

・Sandor was unsure of this reunion. He wanted to make sure they were who they said they were. 

・But you knew. 

・Yes, in your gut you knew. But your brother and sister had specific birth marks and physical oddities which set them aside since birth. 

・Arya travelled back to Winterfell when she found out, as did Jon Snow. Even though he was labelled a bastard during your childhoods, your family was still lowborn as well. 

・So on numerous occassions, your family had invited Jon Snow to sup with them. 

・Sandor didn’t think his life would be like this. He didn’t think he would make it this far or that he deserved the love you gave him. 

・And when your siblings came along, they too grew love for Sandor. He offered to train both your siblings (because he thought both men and women should know how to defend themsleves). 

・You slowly found out the horrors that your siblings endured, and at nights you cried to Sandor. 

・You became a family again. 

・And like the generations before you, your family was once again faithful to the ruler in the North. 

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[crownedtargaryen]

hiii can u do headcanons of reader being the eldest daughter of house stark (but younger than both robb and jon) and reader is also 💅 (since ned literally kept jon being a targ as a secret for so long, i think reader would be out to ned bc reader trusts him lol. and would reader come out to catelyn and the stark siblings) thankieee

coming out to the starks. headcanons

(a/n): i really hope this is good! tbh i was so nervous to write this cause i was afraid i’d mess it up!! :( genre: comfort, fluff prns: they/them all notes are appreciated. tag list: @hopelesswritergall @twizzy123 @daenerysapologist @ad-astra-again @clairacassidy

Ned Stark

ned would DEF be shocked

at first he’d do the “are you sure?” while looking around to see if anyone heard you

he’s def afraid it’ll hurt his reputation, and when he sees you deflated he absolutely hates it

so he’d hug you tight, breath shaky and go “we’ll learn together.”

he definitely doesn’t know how to go about this at first, asking if he can still marry you off or not

he wouldn’t talk about it much after, but for a month he seems cautious on what he says to you

he’ll slowly learn though, and once you explain some things to him he’ll appeal to the gender(s) of your liking

“Look at that guy/girl over there… You think they’re cute?” he’ll laugh out and nudge you, becoming much more comfortable with the idea as he sees how happy it makes you that he’s supportive

he’d def be the one to convince catelyn to support you, arguing day and night until she opens her mind to the concept

would fight day and night for you, and if rumor spreads he’ll shrug them off, not one bit ashamed of his child.

Catelyn Stark

she’s totally not fond of it

she’d look at you in surprise. then, “no. you must continue your duties, you mustn’t say such things.” while cupping your cheeks and tears coming to her eyes

when you try to explain, she’d shush you softly with a shake of her head.

things are tense for a while, and she seems upset with you and this “choice” of yours

though, one night while you’re wandering the castle for a water, you’d hear Ned whisper-shouting at your mother

”please, my dearest lady wife… We must show our support.” you hear, as Catelyn yells harsh words to her husband

one day, she’ll come to you out next to a tree, sitting in silence for a brief moment before sighing and hugging you

then, she says softly, “I love you, and I love whoever you choose to love, my sweetling.”

Robb Stark

you can never find the “right” time to tell robb

so, you tell him as he’s leaned over a table, inspecting his war plans

when you say it, he turns his head in surprise for a moment then laughs, thinking you’re pulling his leg

when he sees you’re serious, he immediately stands up straight and will purse his lips

you can tell he doesn’t truly know how to feel, but he’ll eventually speak up

”That’s definitely news.” he’ll say with a soft chuckle

then, he moves in and hugs you tight

the hug is brief, then he ruffles your hair and goes back to his plans

when you’re surprised and give him a “that’s all???” he’ll nod and not even look at you

he just says “what, do you want a party? you love women/men, and I love women. if you aren’t surprised and over the moon about my likings, why should we yell and throw stakes and torches at yours?”

then, he fixes his map, not even turning around. he’s def scared, worried it’ll taint the family name if people find out, but nonetheless he loves you all the same.

Sansa Stark

she been knew.

she’d see you sneaking sly glances to those of the same gender, how your eyes wander just a bit too long for a glance

so, when you tell her, she’d just continue what she’s doing

”You’re not secretive,” she’ll say, looking to your flushed face with a laugh

”I knew before you knew.”

then, she’ll move over and hold your hand, smiling and squeezing it.

”I love you all the same, please remember as such.” she whispers as she looks back to her task and continues

she’ll def tease you about it though, asking if you have taken a liking to anyone specific and much like Ned will point people you may be attracted to out in crowds and nudge at you

Bran Stark

bran, honest to god, does not care

you tell him and he just smiles a bit and nods, then goes back to what he was doing

when you repeat yourself, unsure if he heard, he looks at you again

”So?” he’ll say

”So? This took a lot out of me.”

”Okay, congratulations on loving who you love.”

he doesn’t see the big deal about telling him, honestly just happy you are who you are. who you love doesn’t matter to him, and he’d never even bring up romantics with you. maybe a few questions on who you show interest in, but nothing more.

Arya Stark

she is OVER THE MOON.

you tell her and her eyes widen and she grabs your hands

”you are?!” she’ll whisper yell, grinning from ear to ear.when you confirm she heard right, she looks like she might cry.

”I have to say I too love differently than most. Women are quite the treat.”

she’ll then ramble about this servant girl she’s taken a liking to, a feisty one with a fire like no other

honestly, she’s happy she isn’t alone. though she’s fine with a man, her preference stays with women.

though, she does try to set you up, thinking she’s helping but is embarrassing you in the process

Jon Snow

he honestly has no reaction like Bran

at first he’d ask a few questions, trying to make sure he understands your preferences more clearly, then will ask who all you’ve told

“just you,” you’ll say, and he’ll smile ass gentle and sweet

”Your secret is safe with me.”

he doesn’t speak of it again until you’re out to your entire family, then he will ask his father how marriage will work and try to get the political matters understood, curiosity besting him

Cregan Stark

cregan loves that you’ve told him

he admires your courage and sees you as some powerful specimen to be able to admit such things

”shall we hold a feast?” he’ll say eagerly, if this man has a tail it’’d be wagging like crazy

when you decline his offer, he’d slightly deflate but then bear hug you

he LOVES to tease you about it, at his tournaments and feasts signaling to specific people and urging them to dance with you

he love embarrassing you as well, when you show interest in someone he’d poke fun and purposefully put you in situations to know them better

he’s seen hiring more accepting and open people, trying to make the environment comfortable for you and allow you to pursue folks without judgment

overall, he loves you all the same.

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[theredquill]

fic: i will never die — bloodraven has his ghosts and now bran has his. Heistia Umber, no trace of blood but her hair, like she was trying to dye it red, her white shift, like losing the sight of her in the snow . Jojen Reed, with his terrifying green eyes and haunting dreams. They would haunt him now, all he had to do was wait.

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[lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom]

Following you to the ends of the earth Pt. 2

Brandon Stark x Reader

Summary- Part 2 to my first work under the same title. As the story progresses, Bran and readers relationship does too. Taking place in the cave still, they face the white walkers. Part one right here! A/N- OH Em GEE you guys, tysm for all the likes and reposts, it makes me feel really good that yall are liking this story as much as I am! Love yall so much! Word count- 3,285

You were always a light sleeper. Maybe it was because you were never truly safe, that you always needed to be on your toes. That's what happens when your betrothed is Brandon Stark. The soon-to-be Three-Eyed Raven. A lifestyle you knew many girls would reject or resent, but you wouldn't change it for the word. If always being hyper-aware kept you close to Bran, then so be it.

Although you never slept very long, holding Bran certainly helped. Which you did a lot more since becoming engaged. Not a night went by where he wasn't leaning into your side, chest, lap, or shoulder. The only times you weren't holding him, he was holding you.

This particular night, Brandon was the restless one. His head resting on your thighs, acting as a pillow. You were fast asleep, back pressed up agaist some of the roots and stone inside the cave.

Bran looked all over in the darkness, trying to distract himself from his growing boredom. He contemplated waking you, but he knew you needed sleep more than him at that moment.

Ultimately, he lifted his head fom you, hair disheveled. He immediately regretted it as he heard you groan at the lack of warmth and pressure. Luckily you stayed asleep.

First, he started to play with the dirt that padded the floor. Careful to not get any on you, he lifted it in his hands and spread it back out. This amused him for only a minute. He then thought to Summer. She was ears-up watching him, but he was only greeted by a tilt of her head.

With a sigh, he tried to lean himself up against the wall, just as you were. He stared at you for a moment. Just taking in your features. The small pout your lip that had gained seconds previously, the way your head slightly leaned to him. Even the small scar you had on your temple, result of a bad encounter in the woods.

He then worried that you might think lowly of him for looking at you, sleeping so softly. That being said, he changed his glance to the Old man. How could the Three-Eyed Raven sleep so much? It made Bran upset just thinking about the wasted time in the cave.

The Three-Eyed Raven was always insisting that 'Bran needed rest', sometimes only after one vision. If Bran was going to become the Three-Eyed Raven one day, they would need to pick up the pace.

It was this mentality that had Bran picking up the finger bone of a far passed figure. He tossed the bone up to the Old man in an attempt to wake him, but was unsuccessful. With a deeper sigh this time, he decided to take matters into his own hands.

With a small grunt he moved to a crawling position to grab a branch in front of you and him.

"Bran?" You spoke out to him, noticing he was gone. "Are you ok?" You whispered.

He sqeezed his eyes closed for a second, scolding himself for waking you. "I am, go back to sleep." He said, turning to face you with a smile.

"What are you doing?" You persisted.

"Nothing, I'm just restless. I promise." He insisted.

As much as you wanted to call him over to smother him in affection and cuddle his worries away, you didn't know if he would be comfortable with that yet. The look on his face seemed like it had a goal, like he was trying to do something. But, you trusted him and did not want to bother him further.

Maybe if you knew what was going to happen you would have done things differently...

"If you need anything, let me know." You gave him a pleasant smile, which he studied with all his might, before turning on your side to try to gain sleep again.

His heart warmed, and he thought about returning to snuggle up and try to fall asleep. But, he couldn't deny that he felt a type of calling, and with frowned brows he faced the branch infront of him again.

Inhale. Exhale. Then he grabbed the branch, going deep into another vision.

Suddenly, he was outside. Powdered snow beneath him, with more falling from the sky. He walked on to the large tree in the middle of the snowy field.

Unusual stones flowed around the tree, but seemingly abandoned. With confusion rich on his face, he turned completely around to take in his surroundings.

After looking away then back to behind him, an army appeared. Thousands of bodies, but none human.

All were still and looked of decaying flesh, nothing humane about them except for the ripped clothing they wore.

This did nothing to help his confusion, but he marched on. Forcing his way through the frozen hoard of beings. Until he reached the end.

Four iced figures on decaying horses were sat at the back of the mob. Bran approached them, yearning for a better look. Until one of their heads snapped. Now looking directly at Bran.

He couldn't have possibly been seen? Right?

All of a sudden, the whole of the army was surrounding him. All looking right at Bran.

He turned fearfully, panting. Now met face-to-face with the leader of the hoard, The Night King.

Bran tried to back away, but was not quick enough. The Night King was too fast, and was right in Brans way.

A loud scream left his lips, he didn’t know if it was in pain or fear.

Your eyes snapped open at the sound and anxiety hit your veins like ice. You were fully awake now, adrenaline pumping.

"Brandon, Wha-" You were interrupted by a frantic Bran.

"He saw me, he saw me, The Night King saw me!" He exclaimed to you and The Three-Eyed Raven.

Surprisingly calm, the Old Man asked, "Did he touch you?"

'I-I don't know, he was close but.." At his words you were already on your feet, knelt down by Brans side. You examined him for and visible wounds.

"He touched you." The Three-Eyed Raven commented, and you raised both of Brans sleeves up. His left arm unscathed, thankfully. But he was not so lucky, for when you pulled up his right sleeve, you were met with an Icy hand print, that might have left an Ice burn scar.

Now everyone was awake, and questioning what happened. You let out a mix between a gasp and short cry at his forearm. "Oh gosh..." At your words, Bran looked up at you. Horror filled his eyes and you tried your best to console him with one hand to his back, and other fingers combing his messy hair.

"He knows you're here, he will come for you." The Old Man stated. Now you were terrified as well.

"But, he can't get in." Bran said, now doubting himself.

"Now he can." The Old Man claimed. "His mark is now on you. You must leave, all of you, now!"

You quickly kissed Brans cheek before getting up to help Meera and Hodor pack your things. You had to beckon the two others to get up, them still confused and dazed.

Meera gained some sense of urgency and went over to the sled, "Come on Hodor, help me with the sleigh." Hodor hesitantly walked over, assisting Meera. All while you crammed items into you bags, uncaring of wrinkles.

"Im sorry, I didn't mean to." Bran wasn't just speaking to The Three-Eyed Raven, but the three of you as well.

"The time has come." The Old Man began.

"Time for what?" With a quiver Bran answered.

"It is time for you to become me." The Three-Eyed Raven finalized.

Bran looked over at you, searching for some sort of familiarity and comfort. All you could offer was a look of reassurance and a smile while grabbing another bag. "But... Am I ready?" Bran asked, unsure.

He was met with a "No." Then both the Old Man and Bran snapped into a vision. Brans head falling back with a gasp and eyes white.

You let out a shaky breath, standing up to try to collect your thoughts.

"We can go home now Hodor." Meera exclaimed, trying to ease Hodors stress.

He responded with a chuckle and a "Hodor."

"Well, maybe not home-home, but at least not a cave." She said, smiling herself.

You tried to distract the ugly feeling in you stomach by joining the conversation, "I just want a nice fluffy bed and a hot bath." You added.

Meera smiled at you, "Oh, yes. And eat something that's not moss." Hodor laughed at the two of you.

"I want an egg." She stated, "How do you two like them, buttered? With a side of bacon. Maybe sausage?" Hodor ws very amused by this, his giddy 'Hodors" followed after him.

"Sunny side up for me." You said while gathering the blanket you and Bran were previously using.

At this Meera fell quiet. "What, what is it?" you questioned. Her face dropping, then eyes widening. You rose to your feet to follow her when she ran to the entrance of the cave.

"Meera, wait, we're not done packi-." Your words left your mouth as you were met with the sight of thousands of the dead. No, hundreds of thousands. All standing outside of the cave, with their leader The Night King, in front.

You had never been so scared. Not even when Jojen was attacked and killed by wights. Fear struck you onto your core. The hair on the back of your neck rose, your brow lined in sweat despite the cold. You were frozen still.

With wide eyes, you watched the Night King and his White Walkers advance.

Leaf and the other Children of the forest started throwing special balls of explosives out. Then lighting a ring of fire around the entrance of the cave. This would help keep them at bay. But you did not have a lot of time.

"Meera, we have to go now." She was just as shocked as you. With a grab of her arm, you pulled her back into the cave. She quickly came to and started running along side you.

At the commotion of running back in, Hodor became distraught. "Hodor...Hodor."

"Bran, wake up. Please Bran!" You called out to him, just as you fell to your knees beside him.

With your body pressing against his, you grabbed his shoulders and shook him. All while Meera tried to console Hodor into picking up the sled.

Bran laid there, eyes white as ever. It took all you had not to start throwing objects with foul language at the Three-Eyed Raven. If he was all-knowing, why couldn't he have prevented this?

Your cries became sobs as you felt tears bubbling up while shouting at Bran. "Bran, they are here now, we need you! Brandon wake up!" His name left your lips in a pitiful weep. If Bran couldn't hear your blatant plead for help, you would have to come up with another option.

"Meera, help me lift him." You called her over, whiping your tears away and giving one last sniffle. The two of you struggled to hoist Bran up to the sled. In your still blurried eyed state, you just about dropped him off of the sleigh, if it weren't for Meeras help.

The both of you panted at the activity, now out of breath. But you still needed to calm Hodor down. You went over to him stumbling as you did. A gentle hand was rested to his shoulder, calling his name.

"Hodor, listen, we need your help, you need to breathe. Inhale then exhale, buddy." You talked to him like a mother would, if Bran was conscious you knew he would make a comment about how nurturing you were.

White Walkers started pouring into the cave, and you had to quickly grab your weapon, an axe. As a walker came up to attack Hodor, he let out a cry. You jumepd to, slicing the walker across the chest. It fell to the ground, but more were approaching.

"Hodor, we need your help!" Meera shouted out, while swinging her sword at walkers who were trying to attack Bran.

You grabbed Hodor the best you could, pulling him to his feet. You urged him to walk to Meera and Bran. A walker some how pranced down from the ceiling, Meera letting out a scream. Summer hoped into action, tearing the walker apart.

It was looking hopeless as more White Walkers poured in. That was until Leaf and some other Children of the forest came in as well. All defending the four of you.

"Bran, wake up, we are all gong to die! We need Hodor, Bran!" Meera tried again. His white eyes stared back at the two of you.

Hodor was becoming more frantic, yelling out "Hodor, Hodor!" He shook his hands all around.

You knelt down at the side of the sled, while Meera stood up to fight more walkers off.

Taking his pale face in you hands, you brought his face close to yous. Foreheads touching, and one hand moving to be in his hair, you spoke to him.

"Baby please, we need you to warg into Hodor. My love, if this must be the last thing I ask of you so be it, but we will die if you do not wake up. Please, we need Hodor." You whispered directly into his ear. Then pressing you cheek to his own. Not before planting a quick kiss on his lips.

Unknown to you, while Bran was in his vision, watching the courtyard where a young Hodor and his father played and worked, he felt your touch. First, he leaned into the familiar feeling of you hand to his face. He didn't think about the fact that he had never felt you in a vision before.

He just thought about how your hand moved to his hair, smiling at the action. That was until he felt your cheek against his, then a whisper of your words in his ear, ringing out. You sounded weak, like you were crying. With a warm pressure against his lips, he felt your kiss. Bran said your name unconsciously. Just before snapping back to and warging into Hodor.

It was just a whisper, but you heard him murmur your name. You jumped up, looking to his eyes. They were still white, but now Hodor was standing tall, silent.

Hodor, under Brans guidance, marched over and picked up the handles of the sled. He started pulling Bran to the back exit of the cave. You risked the extra second to grab a bag. You weren't sure if it was the food or extra furs. Either way, you couldn't live without one or the other.

Just as you were pulling away, a walker ran at you. With a scream, you fell onto your back. Helpless, you prayed what you thought would be you last prayer.

With a snarl, Summer leaped up and attacked the walker. Giving you time to compose yourself and run with the others. You turned your head to see that Summer wasn't following you, but standing her ground.

"Summer! Summer, come here girl." You called after, but she stayed. Continuing to snarl at the walkers that advanced. You had no time, you had to run. With another sob, you tried a last time "No, summer, you have to come!" She didnt, and you ran.

You could worry about how to tell Bran later, right now you needed to make sure he stayed alive. You sprinted as fast as your legs would let you, bag now secured on your back.

You caught up to them by sheer luck. The two panting as they ran as well.

You made a glance behind you, seeing the corridor flooding with walkers. "We have to hurry!" You proclaimed.

Just a mere few seconds later, you all reached a door at the end of the passage way. Hodor dropped the sled down and went up to throw his body against it. Trying to urge it open. Meera and you helped the best you could, her soon bending with her hands on her kneees. She felt that she might pass out.

Looking at the long hall again, Leaf stood alone. Looking to the hundreds of walkers. She muttered a "Good luck." Out to you.

She then ran to the walkers, sacrificing herself with an explosive ball in her hands. The tunnel went up in flames.

You urged Hodor back, swinging your axe at the door handle. As a result, you were hrown back at the rebound. You weren't strong enough, but Hodor took the axe from your hands and swung it himself. This time it actually did damage, the handle popping open.

You all rushed out, Hodor turning around to close the door. But, the door wouldn't close all the way. Hodor used his body to keep it shut.

"Hodor, Hold the door!" Meera told. While you picked up one handle of the sled, Meera the other, you two pulled Bran away closer to the forest.

"Hold the door!" Meera called out again to the man.

"Good job Hodor, you've always protected us so well!" You yelled to him. Knowing it might be the last thing he hears.

You couldn't bare to look back at the walkers digging into Hodor. You kept a blank stare straight, and the two of you struggled to pull Bran.

The only reason you and Meera were able to get him to far so quickly was pure adrenaline.

You let out whispered cries. The storm had passed, now only a light flurry. The sky was still dark, or maybe it was the many leaves blocking the moonlight. But it only seemed to get darker in the forest. Every so often you called out to Bran, but he was still in a Warged-out state, or simply a vision.

Not knowing how far you were into the woods, or how much time had passed, you and Meera collapsed.

Meera tried to stand again, to pull Bran by the rope reigns, but was unable. You were both out of strength. She let out a wail, and you froze for just a moment before calling out to her.

Now in a full cry, she fell back to her knees, rope still in hand.

"Meera, Meera its ok. Shhh, its ok. You tried your best." You said as your pulled her into a hug. Her tears wet the shoulder of you furs, you didn't mind though.

With a sniffle she pulled back. You both turned to Bran and went by his side.

She sobbed again seeing him unconscious, and you wrapped an arm around her while you both leaned into the sled. You had one arm now cradling Brandons head, the other on Meeras back.

The three of you in a circle formation, in a way that had Bran against a tree, you and Meera with your backs to any attacker.

Brans eyes returned to their brown state, with your hand rubbing gentle circles on his cold cheek.

He looks to you then Meera, "They've found us." was all he said.

"I am so sorry." Meera cried out. She was holding everything that happened on herself. While all you could do in the moment was prioritize everyone's safety, though you knew your feelings would hit you hard later. If there even was going to be a later.

You pulled Meera down with you, both close to Bran all huddled together.

You saw the walkers approach, but the two of you had no strength left. You just held eachother. Accepting your fate, at least you would die with Bran....

A/N- I couldn't help myself yall, I love Bran too much. Lmk if yall want a pt. 3! Thanks for reading, and thanks again for the support guys! Lmk if there's any way I can improve the story! Tags- (lmk if you want to be tagged as well!) @thethreeeyed-raven @knight-of-flowerss

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[madame-fear]

Hallo! Could I request a bran x reader? Idk I’ve had loads of thoughts of like taking care/comforting bran over the past few days haha

— a/n : YES OF COURSE, absolutely love this oneee <33 i made general hcs for this one because my creative ass is lacking 🥲🔫 hope you enjoy your reading anyways !! ♡

• Having known Bran for all your entire life, it's as if you already knew when he needed some warming comforting without him having to tell you.

• Before he fell from the tower, he was a pretty rebellious and independent young boy who loved climbing anywhere. He had even taught you how to climb! And in those moments, he didn't need anyone comforting him, honestly.

• But, after he fell and realised that he was never going to be able to normally walk or climb anymore, he felt pretty much useless. And there you were, by his side before and after he had some days of being unconscious on his bed.

• The first thing you did when he woke up was tightly embrace him in a hug, and greet him with a broad smile... plus some light tearing, because you were afraid of never being able to have your friend back.

“I'm so happy you're awake, Bran! I was afraid of never being able to be with you again.” you quietly mumbled, as you tightly embraced him. A wave of relief washed over you, knowing that at least, he still had some more time to spend by your side.

• Your warm, loving hug was the very first thing he experienced when he woke up, and quite honestly... he felt reassured and comforted, in a way. Our boy quickly returned the tight embraced, and buried his head on your shoulder.

• Then, you talked to him about everything that happened while he wasn't conscious, and you also provided the basic care he needed the following days, and a bit more than basic needs as well; such as: covering him with the fur of his blankets when he had to sleep, asking maidens to bring him food, even offering yourself to brush his hair if he wanted too, cuddling with him, watching over him while he slept (even if you were his age, but you thought you could protect him somehow), and a looong long list of other things you did for him.

• After that moment, he realised how much you genuinely cared for him. And he also realised, you were the only one who provided him a true sense of comfort amongst the war, plus... a light crush grew fondly on him for you... but he wouldn't admit it.

• As both of you grew up together, you sticked by his side all the time. You were a truly loyal companion, and one who attentively listened to him, and took care of him. Basically, you went through a whole bunch of shit situations, but at least you were together.

• Even after he became the Three-Eyed-Raven and the King of the Seven Kingdoms you were there to still provide him comfort and care for him like you did when you were small children. Everytime you showed him your genuine affection, his heart fluttered a bit more for you and he deeply enjoyed it... though, as always, he'd keep that to himself.

• The affection you had for him was also shown in different ways, such as: helping him calm down and relax when he was too overwhelmed by his duties and responsabilities as King, sitting on his lap, taking him to take a scroll on the gardens, leaving little love notes on top of his bed or nightstand, etc.

• And HE APPRECIATES THAT A TON <33 And of course, he'll return the favour by gifting you things like small flowers or also leaving notes on your bedroom, or just braiding your hair if you want to.

• The best thing he likes you to do to comfort him when he's too tired/overwhelmed by everything in general, is having you sit on his lap, and play with strands of his silky hair while he rants about his day, and you attentively listen.

• ^ tbh feeling your warm presence and having your fingers delicately run across his hair never fails to soothe Bran and calm him.

• Though he isn't the type of person that expresses what he thinks or feels, he genuinely enjoys your affection in a whole deeper extent, and is very fond of having you as his right hand, plus life companion.

• And also, like I said previously, he'll make sure to let you know he enjoys the comfort you give him by gift giving, taking hold of your hand, and pulling you on his lap only to wrap his arms around your body. Plus, if you ever need to be calmed down/comforted, he'll return you all the caring you give him in a heartbeat.

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[wolfmxther]

tags.

x. visage ; a maid as red as autumn with sunset in her hair

x. musing ; give me cersei lannister and you will see how gentle a woman can be

x. aesthetics ; the terrible fire of old regret is honey on my tongue

x. threads ; i do not frighten easily

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x. eddard stark ; not my hair. ned loves my hair

x. robb stark ; king in the north

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x. bran stark ; wouldn’t it surprise her to see you ahorse

x. arya stark ; as wild and willful as herself

x. rickon stark ; the small wolf howled for his pack

x. prompts ; always open

#x. visage ; a maid as red as autumn with sunset in her hair #x. threads ; i do not frighten easily #x. musing ; give me cersei lannister and you will see how gentle a woman can be #x. answered ; i want to weep #x. aesthetics ; the terrible fire of old regret is honey on my tongue #x. house tully ; family duty honor #x. house stark ; winter is coming #x. eddard stark ; not my hair. ned loves my hair #x. robb stark ; king in the north #x. sansa stark ; she will grow into a woman far more beautiful #x. bran stark ; wouldn’t it surprise her to see you ahorse #x. arya stark ; as wild and willful as herself #x. rickon stark ; the small wolf howled for his pack

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Robbie

Anthony

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The Outerbanks

JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron

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The Breakfast Club

John Bender

Allison Reynolds

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Scream the series

Audrey jensen

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Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus

Leo

Percy

Nico

Jason

Thalia

Reyna

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Shadow and bone (books and show)

The Darkling

Nikolai lastlov

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Six of Crows (books and show)

Kaz

Jesper

Wylan

Nina

Inej

Mathias

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Pushing Daisies

Ned the piemaker

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Bridergton

Benedict

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Anne with an e

Gilbert

Jerry

Billy(ooc)

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Metal lords

Hunter

Kevin

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Stranger things

Billy

Jason

Johnathan

Robin

Tommy

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The Black Phone

Vance

Robin

Bruce

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Wednesday

Kent

Rowan

Ajax

Wednesday Addams

Xavier(maybe?not really sure)

Binaca

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Peaky Blinders

Tommy Shelby

Michael gray

John Shelby

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DC

Johnathan crane (dark knight)

Lex Luthor (Batman vs Superman: dawn of justice)

Male Harley Quinn

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The Boys

Homelander

The Deep

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Harry Potter

Harry

Cedric

Newt

Credence

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Disney channel

Ben Florian(descendants)

Carlos De Vil(descendants)

Wyatt Lykensen(Z.O.M.B.I.E.S)

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13 reasons why

Clay Jensen

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Books

Tamlin(acotar)

Cradan (the folk of the Ari)

Locke (the folk of the air)

Baleskin(the folk of the air)

Nikolav(shadow and bone)

Lord robine(folk of the air)

Eddie Roundtree (Daisy Jones and The Six)

Karen Sirko (Daisy Jones and The Six)

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The school of good and evil(movie)

Hort

Sophie

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Celebritys

Xolo Maridueña

Finn wolfhard

Jaeden matrell

Timothee chalamet

Ross Lynch

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You

Joe

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Gossip girl

Chuck

Dan

Nate

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The Outsiders

Ponyboy

Johnny

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Gladiator

Cosmodus

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Hemlock grove

Peter Rumanick

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The Dirt

Nikki Sixx

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Wayne

Wayne Mccullough

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Bullet train

The Son

Ladybug

The prince

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Interview with a vampire(movie and show)

Lestat de lioncourt

Louis de pointe du lac

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Avatar*

Jake Sully

Spider

Lo'ak

Neteyam

Trudy

Tsu'tey

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Ragnarok

Laurits

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Young Royals

Prince Wilhelm

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One Piece LA

Sanji

Buggy

Luffy

Koby

Zoro

Mihawk

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Rules

I will not write

Pedophillea

Rape

Insest

{ unless its is a situation in which the reader opens up to a charterer about experiencing it or one of the charterers finds out about it even so I will not discribe it}

Reader who practices any particular religion { I am not educated enough on this subject } 

naive/innocent/weak reader { I’m kinda sick of it }

reader with a given name , hair color , eye color { I write X Reader not X OC}

Smut { I will write NSFW stuff like headcanons but not full blown smut as of yet}

I will write 

Yandere characters

a/b/o only beta or fem!alpha reader as there is a lot of omega reader

creature reader

poc reader { I’ll mostly be writing this with a desi reader in mind any way}

alt reader

reader with an appearance descriptor { eg. plus size , with stretch marks, tall , short hair ,ect } that is if they are only a few so that other people can still imagine themselves in the fic

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* all characters will be Na'vi(aside from spider and trudy) but reader will be human or some other creatures from earth or some other Plante that is not Pandora (might do asgardian reader or Vulcan reader)

Also the breathing tech will be different so that we can have more normalcy so no full face masks

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#Spotify #damon salvatore x reader #bates motel #bran stark #norman bates motel #percy jackson #bran stark x reader #five hargreeves #chishiya x reader #stranger things x reader #game of thrones x reader #house of the dragon #house of the dragon x reader #the walking dead x reader #marvel x reader #gotham x you #aot x you #star trek x reader #wayne mccullough x reader #bullet train x reader #the son x reader #the prince x reader #the wolf x reader #interview with the vampire imagines #lestat de lioncourt x reader #louis de pointe du lac x reader #john walker x reader #spider socorro x reader #lo'ak x reader #young Royals x reader

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Where's My Love

Cersei Lannister x Stark Fem!Reader 🐺

Prompt: I was wondering if you could write a Cersei x Stark!fem!reader where she's Ned's youngest sister and Cersei's ex-secret lover. Reader is a rebel like Arya and never married but she's very protective of her nieces/nephews. She and Cersei had a bad breakup and are finally reuniting during the events of the first GOT episode when the king's court goes to Winterfell. You could write reader backing up Arya again Joffrey and Cersei seething 😂😂😂 you can include g!p and smut if you want.

Wordcount: 5.8k

Pairing: Cersei x Stark Reader

Warnings: g!p reader, smut, power play, depictions of physical abuse, cheating , very toxic , references to alcoholism, breeding kink if you squint, emotional manipulation, did i already say this was toxic ?

Note: thank you so much 🐑 for the prompt! i actually had a lot of fun writing this one. also important to note this is my first time actually publishing something y'all have requested me to write so hopefully i got this right.. i know i tweaked and added a couple things but i hope you don't mind! and if you hate this i'm sorry lmao i tried <33

(smut after asterisks)

Bouts of laughter erupt from your nephews as Bran once again misses his mark, the arrow flies way over the target.

You glare at the older boys, in response Robb places a hand over his mouth, Jon instead chooses to avoid your gaze entirely focusing his stare at the ground beneath.

All dirt and sleet on the base of your boot, the ground squelched with every step you took.

“Try again, Bran. Take a deep breath, aim properly.” You order placing a lingering hand on his shoulder. 

The young boy nods obediently as you step back once more, he raises his bow arm. 

He aims, soon releasing the string, and once again, he misses. The arrow pierces the edge of a barrel on the far left, leagues away from his actual target.

Once again the boys burst into fits of laughter, this time is it not you who reprimands them.

“And which one of you was a marksman at ten?” You follow the sound of your brother's voice, he is standing on the balcony above, Catelyn by his side.

“Keep trying, Bran.” Jon decides to cease his teasing, he encourages his half-brother.

A sudden gust of wind tickles your face, the cold breeze permeates the air, bleeding through the thin fabric of your doublet. You immediately regret not putting on more layers this morning. You have lost track of the days, but there is no doubt that winter is coming.

“Robb, make certain your brother continues practicing. I am going back inside, but remember– your father is watching.” You warn your eldest nephew, as stern as you can manage. 

Shaggy streaks of red hair fall over his eyes as he nods. 

You wrap your arms around yourself as you start up the stairs, but your plan to slip back into your chambers unnoticed fails.

“Y/n.” Cat appears next to you.

“Are you alright?” The Lady of Winterfell asks, and you force a sweet smile, one to disarm and hopefully quell her worries. 

Catelyn didn't exactly warm to you at first, and neither did you with her, but over time you both grew to truly care for one another. She was like an older sister to you, the void left by your late sister Lyanna did not seem so large with her around.

“I'm fine, I just needed to fetch something from my bedchambers, that's all.” You lie. However, the older woman somehow always manages to see right through you.

She gazes upon you skeptically only to eventually release your arm. She takes a step back, allowing you to take your leave without further interrogation.

-

In truth, you were far from alright. 

Despite yourself, you have been on edge since finding out that the King is on his way to Winterfell with his Lady wife and all of their children.

This visit is a sudden one. Upon the death of Jon Arryn you had expected things to be different, knowing how much the former Hand meant to your brother– but you never anticipated a visit from the King himself.

You hadn't seen Robert in nine years, and his wife for longer than that. 

It is not by accident.

If it was up to you, things would be different. You would still be in King's Landing today, perhaps serving as Knight– or as Cersei had once intended, a personal guard for the Queen.

You were once certain that you would spend the rest of your days by Cersei's side, no matter the circumstances, but you merely held the high hopefulness of a young girl. 

Since then have been forced to accept that life is nothing like the tales and songs you were fed as a child. The Gods are not always merciful, things rarely ever go to plan and love most certainly does not conquer all.

Life got in the way of your love, and pride did the rest. 

You have not spoken to Cersei Lannister in a decade, yet your entire being continued to ache with every day that you have spent apart. Time does not heal the type of hurt that only yields to resentment.

When the King and Queen arrive for their visit on the morrow, you intend to avoid her Grace at all costs, for her sake and your own. Above all, you will have no choice but to grit your teeth and endure what you must.

You haven't seen Cersei in years, but you were bound to slaughter each other given the chance.

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“Come in!” You beckon whoever was on the other side of the door as you fastened the clasps on your doublet.

Ned ceases his knocking, pushing the door open, he looks upon you in a way he knew you hated, but your brother can hardly help it.

He worries about you. When you returned home all those years ago, you were inconsolable. 

You are a Stark, not made for the South. Your brother tried in jest, but he knew it wasn't the weather, or even court politics that despaired you. 

It was Cersei, it had always been Cersei.

"The King was seen riding up; he should be arriving any moment.” Ned states.

“Right, I'm almost done here.” You quip, but the man takes it upon himself to assist you with your sheepskin cloak, draping it over your shoulders.

He keeps his hands on you, his brows furrowed with evident worry, and for some reason you can't help but find it all a bit silly, you chuckle lightly. “I will be fine, Ned.” 

Your brother appears less than convinced,  you shove him playfully. “You worry about me too much, brother, it’s beginning to age you.”

Ned scoffs. “Aye, try being in my position for a day and you'll understand why I worry so much… but it is time that's aging me, little sister.” Ned quips in response and this makes you pause.

You notice the streaks of white, scattered across his dark locks. As the morning sun peeks through the window, catching his face, you observe more of those streaks in his beard.

Where has time gone?

Ned steps closer, it seems that he has mistaken your silence for something else. Your brother plants a quick kiss on the crown of your head as a result.

In times like this you can't help but feel like a girl of thirteen again, looking to her older brother for protection.

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You watched as the Kingsguard rode through the walls of Winterfell, Lannister banners in hand. It unsettles you more than you thought it would. You gnaw at the inside of your cheek, turning to Sansa, her younger sister still nowhere in sight.

“Sansa, where is your sister?” You question and the girl only shrugs dismissively, but you aren't left wondering for long as Arya can be seen pushing through the crowd, quickly settling next to you.

The young girl was wearing an iron helm you had never seen before, her once pristine dress now ornamented with specks of dirt and grime. You shake your head disapprovingly, an effort to suppress your amusement.

Sansa scoffs at the sight of her younger sister, while you snatch the helm off Arya's head, she looks up at you with a scowl.

“Where did you even get this?” You ask, your tone manages to match the look on her face.

Arya gives you no response, and you aren't allowed the opportunity to press her further as you feel a nudge against your arm. Ned forces you to look ahead as the King can be seen dismounting his horse.

Ned kneels, and you and everyone else follows suit.

After a beat, the King's command all of you to rise, and soon you spot the carriage halting a few feet behind him.

You involuntarily held your breath as the door opens. The Queen emerges, she keeps her gaze ahead as she climbs down the steps.

Cersei looks the picture of poise and grace. She seems older, and somehow even more beautiful than you remembered. It knocked the wind right out of you, you had to look away. 

Your eyes are no longer on the Queen, but your chest aches all the same.

“Cat!” Your attention is pulled to the display before you as the King addresses your sister in law, pulling her in for an embrace that she doesn't appear to be prepared for.

“Nine years. why haven't I seen you, where the hell have you been?” Robert addresses your brother once more.

“Guarding the North, Your Grace. Winterfell is yours.” Ned replies, practiced and noble as he always was.

Robert then turns to you, a scowl upon his face, one that stuns you slightly. Your mind turns to Cersei, you consider what she might have shared with her Lord husband in your absence. 

She must have told him the real reason you left King's Landing, no doubt the King will want you punished for repeatedly bedding his wife all those years ago. but then the King's frown turns, and your mind ceases its torment. 

Robert lunges only to pull you in for an embrace, a gesture that startles you, your body remains tense until he releases you from his hold.

“I expected better from you, Y/n.” The King narrows his gaze in a puckish manner. 

“Unlike your damned brother here I thought you enjoyed the Keep. I was sure you wanted to serve in my Kingsguard.” He adds, and you force a grin, gallant yet strained.

“I admit that was a different time, Your Grace. These days, my passions lie elsewhere.” You reply, and you can hardly prevent the way your gaze flits towards the Queen for a moment.

Cersei has been stood beside her husband, staring at you relentlessly for the entire duration of this interaction. If the Queen has remained the same person she was all those years ago, then you know for certain this was her attempt to intimidate– but you were not so keen on letting her have the upper hand. 

You drill your expression, unfazed.

The King snorts derisively at your answer, but says nothing more.

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You had spent most of the afternoon, drowning in your cups. The knowledge that Cersei was only a few doors away was aggravating, everything you thought to have successfully repressed has now resurfaced.

Every inch of you calls out to Cersei, your very soul yearns for her. You craved the unbearable pain, and blinding pleasure that came with being around her.

You have laid awake many nights picturing the ways you would confront her. The things you would say to her. 

You fantasized about the possibility of finally being rid of all of your pain. To hurt her the same way she hurt you. Your heart, dense and cold, obstructed by all things Cersei. Within you, you carried everything you despised about the other woman– and all the things you adored.

The Queen was a mistake you couldn't erase, and simultaneously the best thing that has ever happened to you. You hate her, but you cannot stand to be apart from her.

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The sound of commotion snatches you out of your thoughts. The voices that permeate sound vaguely familiar to you, but you are only able to place them once you take a glance out your window.

You spot Arya and Bran in the courtyard. Prince Joffrey standing over them, your face falls as you spot his steel unsheathed from his scabbard and in his hand.

Without another moment's thought you rushed downstairs towards the training yard, prepared to pacify the affair, however dire it may be, but it seems Arya has taken the situation into her own hands.

Bran is gone, but the Prince is now on the ground. It seems that Arya has managed to disarm the older boy, his steel thrown to the side in the dirt. 

Now she is threatening Joffrey with a wooden practice sword, her direwolf beside her, growling with intent at the Prince.

“Arya enough!” You intercept the blow, forcefully dragging your niece away from the boy.

“What the seven hells do you think you're doing?” You bark, and Arya drops the sword, her chest still heaving.

A young girl seething with unbridled fury was such an uncommon sight that it makes you grimace.

“He was trying to hurt Bran! I had to protect him.” Arya gestures to the Prince, the boy still whimpering in pain.

“Damn you and that stupid dog! I am telling my mother! I will report you to the king!” Joffrey hurls his threats, and Arya makes the juvenile decision to respond.

“Nymeria's a direwolf, not a dog!” She shouts and you sigh, placing a hand over your niece's mouth to silence her, an action Arya fights but your grip on her doesn't relent.

“My Prince, I am sure my niece meant no harm–” You try but the boy interjects.

“No harm?” The Prince hisses. “She nearly sliced my arm off!” Once again he whimpers like a pup that had just been trampled.

You take a step forward to examine the cut on Joffrey's arm, and it was only that– a minor cut, one that will heal without leaving as much as a scar.

Large footsteps approach, the Prince's sworn guard comes rushing to the scene, Sandor Clegane scowls at you before assisting the boy to his feet effortlessly with one hand.

“Some protector you are, dog. I almost died!” Joffrey then redirects his frustrations towards his guard.

He continues muttering insults as he retrieves his sword from the dirt, strutting out of the training yard.

Nymeria doesn't cease her growling until the boy was entirely out of sight, it was also only then you remove your hand from Arya's mouth.

“Have you completely lost your wits?” You gape, looking down at your niece disapprovingly, before kneeling to be at eye level with her.

“He was–” Arya starts, but you interrupt.“–I don't care what he did, Arya. You never attack a Prince.” You state firmly.

“You do something like this again and I will make sure you never get the chance to wield a weapon again, do you understand?” You assert, and your tone is harsh enough to make Arya wince.

She doesn't reply with words, she continues looking down at her feet as she nods.

“Let's go and get you cleaned up.” You state, you try to pull her by the arm but Arya doesn't budge.

“I was trying to be brave, like you.” She mutters under her breath, and you turn to look at the young girl once more.

“What?” You ask.

“Don't be upset with me, please, please. I'm sorry.” Then Arya states frantically, her voice small and frail– it shatters you.

“Oh, Arya– my sweet girl.” You say, kneeling once again. “I'm not upset, I was worried.” You pull her in for an embrace, your niece clutches you tightly in return.

After a prolonged moment, you cease the hug, wiping away some of the dirt from her face with the pads of your thumbs. 

Then you took a quick scan of your surroundings, to ensure that you were alone before speaking again.

“Our Prince is a bit of a cunt.” You finally quip, earning a chuckle from Arya.

“He is.” Your niece beams at you, in turn this makes you fill with relief.

“I am proud of you for disarming him. but next time, leave it at that. Do you understand the consequences that come with attacking a King's heir?” You ask, and you watch as a realization graces the young girl, she averts her gaze, this time with guilt.

“Never again, do you hear me?”

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You were exhausted from the events of the day, and yet it was not close to over. 

You decide to retire to your chambers, aiming for at least a few hours rest before the King's welcome feast later this evening.

Resting your hand on the pommel of your sword, you take large steps through the gallery. You crave the horn of ale waiting for you on your nightstand, the comfort of your warm bed.

You turn the corner, a figure appears before you and you swerve out of the way quickly enough to avoid whoever it was that decided to walk toward you in this exact moment from the opposite direction.

As you gather yourself to take a proper look at the woman who you nearly bumped into, your blood runs cold. 

“Your Grace, forgive me.” You state curtly, inclining your head at Cersei. 

Your hand remains resting on the hilt of your sword as you attempt to slip past her, but before you can successfully walk away, she has a hold of your arm, dragging you backwards to where you stood.

You yank your arm out of her hold, a scowl covers your features, but Cersei ignores your visible discontent as she speaks.

“That niece of yours tried to murder my son.” The Queen accuses.

“What?” You can't help the half-laugh that slips out of you. Cersei takes offense to this, her expression hardens.

“Joff will bear those scars for the rest of his life.” She is not backing down, and you can't pretend that you possessed the will to deal with her theatrics.

You only roll your eyes, finally slipping past her and into your chambers.

You step inside your room, but before you can close the door Cersei intercepts, forcefully pushing it open to let herself in.

She slams it closed behind herself.

“You dare walk away from your Queen?” She bellows.

This time you groan, collapsing onto your bed.

You ignore her statement, rubbing your hands over your face in frustration. “Oh, Cersei, it is a cut, it'll heal!”

A prolonged silence from the Queen, she only speaks again once you sit up in your bed.

“You've not changed a bit.” She remarks, treacherous emerald gaze meeting your pale greys.

“Neither have you.” You retaliate boldly.

More silence until Cersei is first to look away, clasping her hands infront of herself she assumes an impassive stance.

“I will have that girl punished.” The Queen threatens, her tone sounds spiteful. but you don't hide your incredulity.

“For what?” You ask, and Cersei's jaw clenches even tighter, you wonder if she might lunge at you.

“She attacked my son. the King's heir.” Cersei retorts, and you scoff.

“Is that what Robert’s teaching his sons? How to lose to a little girl?” You taunt, not backing down.

You knew Arya should receive consequences for her actions by right, but giving Cersei that satisfaction is the absolute last thing you plan to do.

“Or is it not the King's doing at all?” You ask again as Cersei fails to respond. You rise from the bed, stepping closer to the Queen.

“Is it Jaime's fault?” You tilt your head inquisitively, mockingly. 

You are close enough to smell the lavender oil on Cersei's skin. Her eyes flit to your lips for a fleeting moment, and yours do the same to hers. 

Then a madness overcomes you, prompting your next choice of words.

“I expect it is him you've been opening your legs for these days–” You utter, but you are swiftly silenced when Cersei's palm makes contact with your cheek.

She slaps you across the face, your head turns slightly from the force of it. Your face is now throbbing, raw and red with traces of Cersei's wrath. 

She goes to strike you again, and this time it is intercepted by your firm grip on her wrist. 

A fury reignites within you as Cersei tries to fight out of your hold, entirely allowing your emotions to guide your actions, your hand finds her throat. Before your rational mind can mitigate it, you have your fingers firmly wrapped around her neck. The back of her head slams against the wooden door as you forcibly pinned her upon it.

The Queen is clawing at your hand, struggling to take a breath as you restricted her airway. A real fear flashes across Cersei's face, and a part of you wants to watch her fall limp within your grasp, to quiet her once and for all, to destroy the cause of your agony. but you don't– instead you take a step back, releasing her. 

Cersei gasps as air sharply re enters her lungs, roughly wiping away the tears that have made it down her cheeks.

The Queen attempts to regain her resolve the best she can, and the look she gives you is not one of shock, instead it is pure disdain, and you look at her the same. Cersei doesn't speak, she merely shoves you harshly with both hands against your chest, as you stumbled back, she turns to open the door.

You collapse on your bed once more as Cersei dissapears into the hallway, the door shutting behind her. 

“Fuck.” You cursed under your breath. It seemed the Queen will never fail to elicit the worst from you– to make you act like an utter lunatic.

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The welcome feast has been dragging on now for what felt like an eternity. 

The King was no longer seated as his high table, instead he was in the center of the hall, shamelessly flirting with some of the servants.

You roll your eyes, reaching for the flagon of ale infront of you, as you attempted to lift it, it doesn't budge. You fleetingly wonder if the liquor had caused you to lose all strength in your arm, only to realize your brother was holding the jug firmly on the table so it wouldn't move.

You squint at Ned, and he glares at you in return.

“Enough. You'll drink yourself into an early grave if you keep this up.” Your brother warns and it makes you snigger.

“That is the plan, brother.” You slur slightly, but Ned makes the deliberate effort to ignore you.

You slump backwards in your chair, when you've realized you lost this argument, as you often did when it came to the lord of Winterfell.

You eyes fall upon King Robert once more, he is still in the middle of the room, surrounded by maidens and even more whores. 

This time he is no longer flirting with them, he is in a full lip lock with one of the women. He does this in the presence of the Queen, dishonouring her for all to see.

You grimace at the sight, an unwanted rage overcomes you. You can hardly believe this lecherous drunk was King of the Seven Kingdoms. Married to the most beautiful woman in all of the seven kingdoms, the only woman you have ever wanted.

You can't bear to look at Cersei's reaction to this, in fact you can hardly remain at this feast for a moment longer. You abruptly rise from your seat, Ned looks up at you, puzzled.

“May I please be excused?” You asked formally for the rest of the table to hear and your brother hesitates before nodding curtly in response.

As you walked back to your chambers you can't help but invision what your life would have been like if your brother had taken the Iron throne instead of Robert Baratheon. If you had remained in King's Landing– if you had wedded Cersei instead.

Perhaps in a different life. 

You and Cersei would be married, and you'd rule together. In another reality Cersei would be your Queen and not Robert's. She would bear your children, your heirs. You would grow old together and live out your days by each other's side. In a different life, you would have remained faithful to Cersei, you would have given her everything she desired and in return, Cersei would offer you her heart. 

You would have been happy.

In another life. 

By the time you reached your room, the tears had stopped flowing, but the collar of your shirt remained drenched.

As you shut your door, you unclapsed your doublet, lifting it above your head, tossing it aimlessly across the room. 

Now only in your tunic and breeches, you feel the urge to weep some more, but you refuse to allow your tears to fall this time. 

You take a seat on the settee, head in your hands. The effects of the ale already wearing off, a headache rapidly setting in, you realized that you needed another drink.

You get up to fetch the flagon from the small table but as your door flings wide open, nearly hitting you in the process, you freeze where you stand.

A familiar golden haired beauty emerges through the doorway, and you allow yourself a deep breath. Clutching your chest slightly to calm yourself.

“Your Grace, the hour is late.” You state dismissively, starting across the room to fetch your goblet.

“If you have come to order my execution for my behaviour this afternoon, best get it over with.” You quip, the liquor in your system doing all of the talking for you.

You hear the door shut, without looking back you assume Cersei had taken her leave but you are perplexed when you turn to see her still standing by the door, watching you set down your goblet.

You walk across the room once more to take a seat on the settee, you remove your boots, setting them aside.

Cersei has remained silent for long enough that you nearly forgotten her presence entirely. Her next ask startles you.

“Look at me.” Her commanding tone leaves no room to argue, you glance at her. 

Her eyes were swollen, her cheeks flushed. It is clear to you that she has been crying as well.

You rise from your seat abruptly, approaching her. “Are you alright?” You ask, and again the Queen says nothing.

She merely stares at you, hopefulness at your concern and despair at the fact that you needed to ask.

**

She lunges forward, before you can fully comprehend it, her lips crash against your own, she kisses you deeply, pure anguish and want. It snatches the air right out of your lungs, but you have no desire to pull away.

Your tongue makes contact with her own and Cersei moans, pulling you impossibly closer by the nape of your neck.

Your body pressed up against hers as she leans against the wall. You were now both panting into the kiss, all aggression and desire. 

You had not been with Cersei like this in a decade, and yet there was a complete lack of uncertainty. It felt right, you were certain that you are meant to be with her like this, until the end of your days. 

However, there still exists voice deep within you, whether it is pride or reason, you cannot say for certain. but it urges you to pull away, so you do.

The Queen chases your lips eagerly, but you pull back even further. “Cersei, stop. What is this, what are you doing?” You ask, every moment you spent without your lips on hers felt like pure agony.

“I just need you– please–” Cersei replies with a desperation you have never heard before, and this was enough to break you. 

Any semblance of dignity vanishes into the very depths of yourself, all that's left is your deep and tortuous want for Cersei.

You kiss her again, rough and urgent, you are panting and groaning into each other's mouths. Cersei's hands immediately move to the hem of your breeches, she unlaces them in record time, slipping her hand inside.

You nearly lose it all when she wraps her fingers around the base of your cock, stroking it with such dexterity you fear your knees may give out.

“Gods–” You grunt, bucking your hips embarrassingly into her touch. 

You find the strength to remove her hand from your breeches. Soon enough you slip them off, your slacks pooling around your ankles before you kicked them to the side.

You swiftly remove your own tunic as Cersei's trembling hands struggle to undo the laces of her dress. 

Your patience wearing thin, you flip her around, indecently ripping the fabric open with one swift tug. 

“Y/n–” Cersei scolds in response to your eagerness, glancing back at you with dissaproval, but her dress easily slips off her shoulders after that, her smallclothes follow suit.

The Queen is still facing away from you as you part her hair away from her neck, trailing open mouthed kisses against her hot flesh, as you reached a certain familiar spot, your teeth grazed the skin, before biting down on it briefly. 

This earns a louder noise from Cersei, she is still trembling as she turns back around to face you, grabbing you firmly to pull you in for another sloppy kiss.

Lips still interlocked, the Queen walks you backwards onto the bed, Cersei doesn't waste another moment, straddling you as soon as you settled your rear on the edge of the bedding.

Your cock now stiff as a rod, poking at Cersei's entrance. The other woman begins moving her hips as you kissed, rubbing her cunt on the length of your shaft, coating it with her slick.

Your breath quickens, the sensation was maddening, you needed to be inside her now.

“Gods, I missed you.” You let it slip as your lips parted for a moment, but Cersei doesn't respond. 

The Queen's grip on the nape of your neck moves to your hair as she grasps a handful of it, tugging your head back slightly. Her other hand travels south, she grips the base of your cock once more, this time lining it up to her entrance. 

She begins lowering herself onto your length, Cersei moves quickly, with every inch that enters her, she lets out a gasp at the sensation. Soon you are sheathed inside of her to the hilt, and Cersei throws her head back, she releases an unrestrained moan, her hands now firmly on your shoulders.

She attemps to push you back against the bed, but you refuse to budge. Cersei relents, kissing you again as she moves her hips up and down the length of your cock. With every moan from Cersei you retaliate with a groan.

The feeling of her walls fluttering against your girth made you dizzy. The Queen felt so unbelievably good wrapped around your cock, you had forgotten just how intoxicating it was.

Now that you were experiencing it again, you never wanted it to end.

 Vulgar noises of your coupling filled the room as Cersei moved herself desperately against your lap, your cock hitting just the right spots within her. 

The Queen can feel her release already approaching, entirely overwhelmed by this she falls limp against you, but you manage to support her weight with minimal effort. Her hips still moving at a steady pace until it finally hits her, her orgasm washes over her like a wave. 

Cersei cries out in pleasure, partially muffled against your neck, she holds onto you for dear life as her peak overcomes all her other senses, relentless and unforgiving. You feel her cunt clenching painfully around your cock, her short shallow breaths against your neck, she is trembling helplessly, and you never want to let her go.

“Seven hells.” The Queen breathes out, finally lifting her head to look at you.

Cersei's eyes were nearly glazed over, her chest heaving violently, but you were far from done with her.

You capture her lips with your own again, earning a content moan. You remained sheathed inside of her as you flipped your positions, now Cersei laid on the bed, with you on top of her. The other woman's gasp in surprise is muffled by your own mouth against hers.

Once again she moans into your mouth as you began your thrusts, deep and slow, you aim to feel every inch of her. Cersei wraps her legs around your waist, pulling you in even deeper.

The Queen gasps as your mouth found the swell of her breasts, your tongue leaving a trail of saliva as you expertly moved from one nipple to the other. 

Your thrusts grow harsh and inconsistent as you felt your own climax building. Cersei's back arches, a deafening moan rips out of her. 

You roughly placed your hand against her stomach, pinning her down against the bed as you continued to rut into her. Cersei was mewling and panting like a whore now as you used her for your own pleasure, heightening her own in the process. 

The Queen finds just enough strength to pull you closer, her lips now against your ear.

“Tell me you love me.” Cersei pleads, and this takes you entirely by surprise, you slow your movements but you don't stop.

“What?” You ask, shaky, breathless.

“Just say it.” The Queen repeats amidst another moan, she clenches around your cock and the sound that emits from you then is guttural, primal.

You oblige without asking further questions.

“I love you, Cersei” You speak, from the heart, damning the consequences.

With that, Cersei reaches her peak again, her nails digging into the flesh of your back as she comes. The feeling of her perfect cunt milking your cock, accompanied by her writhing body underneath you was enough to push you over the edge.

As you attempt to pull out, Cersei kept her legs firmly wrapped around your waist, holding you in place. You are not given the opportunity to question it as it was already too late, you moaned as you released your load deep inside her, painting her womb with your seed.

**

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Nearly a candlemark has passed since your coupling and neither you or Cersei have said more than a few words. 

Simply embracing each other under the sheets, she rests her head against your shoulder, tracing circles absentmindedly with her finger against your abdomen. 

This position was achingly familiar, almost as if no time had passed.

Cersei soon moves her hand further up, she traces her fingers across your bottom lip before running her thumb down the bridge of your nose. The sensation earns a chuckle out of you, you finally had to reach up to remove her hand, guiding it away from your face.

Cersei's stare betrays an intensity that makes your heart constrict painfully in your chest.

Still unspeaking, it was your turn to explore her body, but you don't get very far, your fingertips trace the faint bruising on her neck, the marks left by your own cruelty.

The Queen then shuts her eyes, she doesn't allow herself to look upon your guilt any longer. Wrapping her arm across your torso, nuzzling her face against your shoulder.

“I'm not letting you go– never again.” Cersei mutters, and the smile that tugs on your lips is one of relief and acceptance.

You don't supress the urge to plant a lingering kiss on her temple, one the Queen allows herself to melt into.

#cersei lannister smut #cersei x reader #g!p reader #cersei lannister #ned stark #stark reader #fem stark reader #ned stark x reader #catelyn stark #g!p

[aphroditelovesu]

Yandere House Stark Headcanons (Platonic)

"Winter is Coming." — House Stark.

❝ 🐺 — lady l: and another headcanon was made! Yay, I hope it turned out good and that you like it! Forgive me any mistakes. 💙

❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, mention of murder, unhealthy platonic relationships, messy writing.

❝🐺pairing: yandere platonic!house stark x gender neutral!reader.

The Starks are one of the most, if not the most, loving families in Westeros. They are fiercely loyal and protect each other with wolf-like intensity and strength. They care for each other and love each other devotedly.

When you were brought into the care of this family, these feelings did not change, but only increased further and became unhealthy. That didn't matter, however, to any of them. They showed their fury towards anyone who dared to get too close to you or threatened you.

Ned was the one who brought you into the wings of his family. You were the child of an innkeeper who ended up being murdered by some thieves, while still a small child you were found by the Lord of Winterfell and he, compassionate about your situation, brought you to his home.

Catelyn didn't know how to react, at first, when she met you. She feared that you were another bastard child of her husband and that he had brought you to be raised just like Jon. But as soon as her husband told her the true story, Catelyn felt a weight lifted from her shoulders and she became closer to you.

Robb gave you a warm welcome. As soon as he met you, he picked you up, hugged you tightly and welcomed you to the family. He adored you immediately and didn't hesitate to treat you like a member of his family. Robb is overprotective and takes care of you like an older brother takes care of a younger one.

Sansa adored you, simple as that. Although a little skeptical of you, like her mother, any worries or reservations she had were gone the moment she laid eyes on you. You looked so small and helpless, her instincts were screaming at her to take care of you. Sansa found herself overwhelmed by this feeling.

Arya is probably the closest to you. She is bold and courageous, she adores you and loves spending time with you, constantly picking fights with others for your attention. Arya is somewhat possessive and gets irritated when attention is stolen from her. She absolutely loves you and loves taking you with her to get away from boring chores.

Bran is the calmest one in his family, he doesn't demand so much of your attention nor is he possessive, he takes everything he can, but his only demand is that you read to him. In return, he'll love reading to you or, if you are interested, teaching you how to climb. He is very calm and the least dangerous.

Rickon is the youngest and, in some ways, the most spoiled. He constantly wants your attention and is always fighting with Arya about it. He likes to follow you around Winterfell and snuggle into your arms. He is quite jealous and will sulk when someone steals you from him.

Jon didn't know what to think of you at first. On one hand he was jealous of seeing you receiving all the love he so desired, on the other hand he was happy to have you around, since he started to like you a lot as he got to know you better. Any animosity he had for you would be forgotten once his obsession consumed him. Jon is very overprotective and will fight anyone to protect you.

Benjen doesn't spend much time by your side because of the Wall, but the few times he visited Winterfell, he adored you and telling you stories or holding you in his arms were his favorite things to do with you.

Ned didn't know things would come to this level. He knew his family would care and love you, but he didn't know how much. He even tried to be rational, but it was no use, not when he found himself obsessed with you. Once you called him "dad", there was nothing more to be done. You were a Stark until your death.

Catelyn acts like a caring and protective mother, which she is. She loves to brush your hair, reading to you or just being by your side. She fulfills your every whim and can never scold you for something. In her eyes, you were her baby and you could do nothing wrong.

Robb and Jon are always fighting over you, although their fights are never serious, they still happen and it's always up to you how to resolve them. A hug and a kiss on the cheek usually does the trick. Robb wants to be your favorite brother and Jon wants your unconditional love.

Sansa and Arya fight more than their brothers, they both want your attention all the time and this always leads to more fights. It's usually Ned who solves them. Sansa wants you to brush her hair while she tells you something and Arya wants to play or train with you.

Bran and Rickon don't fight that much, but sometimes a disagreement can happen when you pay more attention to one. It usually resolves when you threaten them that if they don't stop fighting, they won't have you. They are quick to apologize and hug you.

The Starks are wolves and we all know how protective wolves are of their litter, of their family. They will be ready to eliminate any threat to you and they will do so with a smile. Nothing is more important than you to them. Once the Lannisters arrive, the Starks will be ready to show their claws.

After all, leave one wolf alive and the sheep are never safe.

#a song of ice and fire #asoiaf #game of thrones #got #yandere asoiaf #yandere game of thrones #yandere got #yandere house stark #yandere house stark headcanons #house stark #house stark headcanons #yandere eddard stark #yandere catelyn stark #yandere robb stark #yandere sansa stark #yandere arya stark #yandere bran stark #yandere rickon stark #yandere jon snow #yandere benjen stark #yandere platonic house stark #yandere headcanons #yandere brandon stark #yandere ned stark

[nedseii]

If you're in the mood to draw another stark x lannister ship. Bran x Myrcella is a cute romeo and juliet type ship. Thanks for all the art you draw.

I guess they're hiding from each other behind their moms idoezhdoe

#They never crossed my mind but you're right they are cute #and no need to thank me Anon >:) #asoiaf #myrcella baratheon #bran stark #eeeeh I'll tag them as #brancella #myart #ask

[axelsagewrites]

Robb Stark*Dream Part Two

Pairing: Robb x f!reader

Summary: After finding out the reader had a special dream about Robb, Robb decided to show the reader what he had dreamed about her.

Warnings: Smut, dom rob, f receiving oral, 18+

Word count: 3214

Masterlist Here

Part 1 Here

You knew as soon as you left the table Theon or Jon would tell Robb exactly what kind of dream you had had but you also could not take the smirks from Theon and Jon awkwardly looking away from you. Once you realised there was no escape from Robb finding out you decided distance was the thing you needed. You excused yourself and began to make yourself far too busy for any of the boys to start their ruthless teasing.

The worst of it was Robb didn’t even know it was about him. But you knew so now you had to act like no one knew encase he figured it out. So instead of risking it you did every task you could imagine over the next three days.

You showed Sansa some new embroidery stitches, helped Arya with her aim in archery, talked with Lady Catelyn about her upcoming nameday celebrations. At one point you even ended up in the kitchen peeling potatoes till Ned happened to see you and insisted it wasn’t necessary of his Lady ward.

After being ushered out of the kitchen you ended up walking to the courtyard, looking for Bran to entertain. This was around the time that Jon and Robb went horse riding so you assumed you would be safe. You soon realised you were wrong as Robb and Jon rode into the courtyard earlier than expected. As Robb began to dismount his horse you saw Bran and Rickon playing and quickly walked over. Robb obviously noticing your pace changed dismounted even faster to catch up, Jon on his heels.

“Lady- “Robb started but you crouched down to Bran and started talking over him.

“Wanna play hide and seek?” you tried to sound innocent, but you could feel Robb staring at the back of your head.

Bran and Rickon instantly perked up at the idea as the older Starks and you typically did not want to play their childish games. “Yeah!” Bran said as he ditched his toy soldiers on the ground.

Rickon was fast behind, “All of you?” the little shit inquired and unknowingly ruined your plans.

“Yeah, little man!” Robb said as he gave his youngest brother a fist bump to celebrate and gave you a knowing smirk. “Jon you in? “Jon must’ve read Robbs mind because he instantly agreed. “Should we do teams? If so, I call dibs on (Y/N),”

You stood up, feeling the colour drain from your face, but thank fully Rickon was not all bad as he quickly pointed out, “We can’t! There’s an odd number,”

“Rickson’s right. Every man for himself,” you agreed causing the youngest Stark to now fist bump you. “Who’s counting?”

“Jon,” Robb said before anyone could object.

Jon sighed but reluctantly went along with his brother’s plan. As Robb was whispering something to Jon you started to back away, giving yourself as much distance from Robb as you could for a head start. Bran quickly explained the rules of how they played hide and seek, you couldn’t hide in bedrooms or in the woods, as then told Jon to count to one hundred.

By the time Robb had turned around you were already at the opposite side of the courtyard and Jon then began to count. Jon had barely said the letter one when you sprinted for the stairs. You would never usually cheat when playing with children but this was a matter of life and eternal embarrassment so you ran as quickly as you could to your chambers, knowing how much of a stickler to the rules the starks were.

You were panting like a wet dog when you arrived at your chambers and flung the door closed behind you. As you took your cloak off to try and cool yourself down you heard footsteps in the corridor outside. You weren’t as clever as you thought.

As quickly and silently as you could you began to slide under your bed, hearing a knock when you were finally underneath. Would Robb really come into a lady’s chambers without permission?

Turns out he wasn’t as much of a stickler as you thought as you heard your door slowly open and saw his boots walk in. Robb gently closed the door behind him, not wanting people to think he had ill intentions or his mother to find out, and he began to walk into the room before suddenly stopping.

You cringed as you realised you weren’t wearing the cloak anymore that you must have dropped in your hurry. There was no point in trying to run now as Robbs boots walked over to the bed before he crouched down, his head peering under the bed and right at your face. A wolfish grin was placed on his face as he reached under and grabbed your arms to pull you out from under your own bed like a child. “Funny finding you here,”

You grumbled under your breath as you pulled yourself up to sit beside Robb on the floor next to your bed. “You cheated,”

“You cheated first.” He shot back but then the grin fell from his face, “You’re avoiding me,”

“Prove it,” you said, more stubborn than any other in the North but it was to no avail.

Robb rolled his eyes, “I just pulled you out from under your bed,” he said before asking, with hurt in his eyes, “Did I do something?”

Your heart clenched as his puppy eyes stared into yours, not realising before how he would feel by your sudden avoidance. You realised you had only made things worse in your attempts to avoid it, “No you didn’t,” you said before flinging your head back with a groan, “It was me okay? I was embarrassed so I wanted to hide until you forgot about it or something I don’t know, okay?”

Robb began to chuckle at your now flushed face, “Its okay,” he said as he took your hand, “It happens its alright. Theon was just wanting to wind you up about it but its whatever. Its not like we can control it,”

“Yeah, but it was just weird cause like,” you started to say but you realised there was no easy way to explain it, “I didn’t want you to know,”

Robb paused for a moment, and you could feel the clogs turning in his head, “Why just me though? Were you avoiding all of us or…?” he asked, trailing off as he looked at you.

You closed your eyes and sighed, “Just you,” you finally whispered, and you felt his hand slip away from yours.

Reluctantly you opened your eyes to see Robb had turned himself to face you straight on, a smirk playing on his gorgeous lips, “Who was your dream about?” he asked the dreaded question, and you felt your cheeks grow hot. His eyes widened as he saw your flush and how your eyes would look at anywhere but him. “Was it about me?” he asked with a new strange shine in his eyes. You glanced at him before nodding and closing your eyes, waiting to be laughed at. Robb chuckled but it wasn’t at you. It was deep and perfect, but it wasn’t mocking or amused. “And what was I doing in this dream?”

You opened your eyes as you felt him lean in closer, his face only a couple inches from yours, his breath fanning your face. “You don’t think im some creep?” you asked, ignoring his original question.

“I’d be a hypocrite if I did,” Robb started as his eyes roamed your face and down your body, his hand moving to rest on your thigh, “But you didn’t answer my question love,” he said as you felt a wetness beginning between your thighs that his hand was so close to yet so far away, “What was I doing to you in your dream?” he asked as his eyes landed back on yours.

His gaze was even stronger than that in your dream and you struggled to speak at first, “It was more me doing things to you,”

“What kind of things?” Robb leaned in closer, his lips grazing your cheeks, “I’d like to dream about them too,” he said as his hand moved further up your clothed thigh to land on your hip, “Maybe try some out as well if you’d like,” his hand gripped your hip tighter and you felt your stomach flutter.

“I was on my knees,” you started but Robb cut you off by gripping your hip and pulling you to straddle his thighs which caused your dress to ride up. You felt your breath hitch in your throat as his hands found the small of your back, “and you were on the bed,”

“What was I making you do dove?” he asked as he took your chin into his fingers, forcing you to look him in his eyes while you admitted your secret dreams to him.

You cleared your throat and tried to look away, but he held your head in place, “You were making me suck your cock,” you finally whispered, and you saw the wolfish glint return to his eyes.

“Is that so?” he said, and you could only nod. Robb grinned as he leant into whisper in your ear, his lips on the edge of it and his breath tingling your face, “Did you like it?”

“Yes, my king,” you said without even thinking about it and now you were face to face with Robb again, his nose brushing off of yours, “Sorry its just- “

“Is that what you call me? In your dreams?” he asked causing your face to flush and eyes to water before you nodded. Robb placed a kiss to your check, “I like that,” he said as he brought his hand to your face, his thumb rubbing against your check, “Don’t be so sad love. I’ve had my own dreams too,”

“You have?” you asked, and Robb nodded.

“So many nights I’ve had dreams of you,” he admitted as his lips fell to start littering kisses from your neck to your jaw as he spoke, “of how you would look underneath me. I would imagine how you would look as you came undone around me,” he said which caused you to shiver and you could feel his smirk as he kissed your jaw before pulling back to have his lips hover over yours, “I’ve dreamt of kissing these pretty lips of yours,” he said as his thumb moved to rub over your bottom lip like he had in your dreams before, “Would you like that?” he asked and you quickly nodded.

Robb wasted no time in closer the gap between you. His lips crashed onto yours and they felt better than you had ever imagined. They were soft but had become slightly rough from the cold northern air. They moved perfectly in sync with your own and the need for air did not seem to matter anymore. His hands crept down to land on your waist, pulling you closer, and on top of his clothed member which you could feel hard under his clothes. Your hands found his chest, feeling how toned he was through his tunic and wanted nothing more than to pull it off. Robb must’ve sensed this as he only broke the kiss to remove his tunic, leaving him in his undershirt, before he latched his lips to yours again.

This time he began to nip at your bottom lip for entry and you were no one to deny your king whose tongue slipped in as soon as you allowed. You moaned into the kiss when you felt his hips buck beneath you, his member rubbing against your clothed wet spot.

Eventually you had to break for air and the feeling of Robbs warm breath against your lips drove you crazy. “Would you like to know what I see in my dreams?” he asked, and you nodded, unable to speak from your desperation.

“I see you and me,” he started before pulling you to your feet from the floor, turning you around to pull the laces of your dress lose, “in my chambers with you in your pretty little shift,” he said as your dress fell to the floor. You shivered at the cold and the touch of his fingers on your back. Robb spun you to face him, your hands resting on his chest, “In bed,” he continued, this time pushing you to fall back on your bed, “kissing you,” he said as he began to crawl over you, leaving a trail of kisses from your thighs to your chest to your throat, “everywhere,” he finished as he kissed your lips again.

Your hands tangled into his hair as one of his moved to squeeze your breast causing you to gasp into the kiss allowing him entrance. You moaned as you felt his finger tracing around your nipple over your thin shift. “I always wondered what you’d sound like,” Robb broke the kiss to say as he continued his teasing, his fingers pinching it in just the right way to cause your whines. “Or how you would feel,” the loss of his hand left you are wishing from more, but your body shivered as you felt it brush up your thigh before settling where you wanted him most. He traced a finger up it is causing you to whine and him to chuckle, “Did you ever dream about this too?” he asked, and you nodded but this time he tutted, “Use your words,” he said as he began to place kisses along your jaw.

“Yes, my king,” you said, and he finally slid his fingers in, stretching you as he did. You moaned as you felt them move into you and more when he began to curl them inside of you.

Without thinking your eyes closed but this was not good enough for Robb, “Keeps your eyes on me or I’ll stop,” he warned and you quickly opened them to see him gazing at your face, “Good girl,” he said as he began to curl his fingers again, “I wanna see those pretty eyes of yours while I fuck you with my fingers,” he said, his thumb now moving to press onto your clit, a whiney moan leaving your lips. “You’re such a pretty little whore, aren’t you?” he said causing the knot in your stomach to grow.

“Thank you,” you whispered causing his smirk to grow, “Please don’t stop,” you begged.

“Do you want to know what else I want to know?” he asked, and you told him yes. “I always wanted to know how you tasted,” he said, and your breath caught in your throat at the idea, “Do you think you deserve that? To have your king in between your legs kissing you in unspeakable ways?”

“Please,” you begged, his fingers still curling inside of you, “I’ll be good please. I promise, I’ll be good for you,” you moaned, and Robb placed a firm kiss on your lips as he removed his fingers from you causing you to whine.

Robb trailed his kiss away from your mouth to kiss down your body finally arriving where he had told you about, “Your so impatient,” he chastised, his breath fanning over you causing you to shiver. Without warning Robb licked up your wet cunt and you let out a strangled moan as your body instinctively pulled away. Robb used his hands to press your hips down in the bed, “Let me take care of you,” he said as he licked again, another moan falling from your lips, “my queen,” he finished before his tongue began its assault on your core which he was now lapping up and moaning into. His vibrations sending shivers down your spine as the knot in your stomach grew huge at the knew sensation of his tongue. He moved his head to line his nose up to your clit, nudging against it with every lick causing you to almost explode at his touch. His tongue began to move in and out of you causing you to bring your one hand out of his hair and up to your mouth to try containing your moans. “You taste so fucking good,” he muttered against your core, “and you sound even better,” he said as he moved his fingers to your hole, diving in and out, curling with every thrust, so his tongue could move to focus on your sensitive nub.

Even your hand struggled to contain your moans when Robb began to suck on your clit. You felt an exploding pressure in your stomach which you struggled to contain but when Robb grazed his teeth against your clit you felt your whole-body tremor beneath him as you came undone from his mouth. You were almost gasping for breath, your eyes wet from the relief that flooded your body. You felt Robb pull away from your core as you stared at the ceiling panting like a dog.

His breathing was also heavy as he came up, his face now covered in your wetness causing you to blush, but he paid it no mind when he placed a strong kiss on your lips. “You are so perfect,” he murmured against your lips. “I don’t think I will ever get enough of you,”

“Good,” you said, your hand moving to hold his face in your hand, “Because I will never get enough of you,” you said as you felt an overwhelming tiredness wash over your body.

“You should rest love,”

“But you didn’t- “you tried to argue but Robb would not hear it.

Robb pressed a kiss to your forehead, “You can return the favour later sweetheart,”

You lay with Robb in a perfect silence, almost fully drifted off when you heard pounding on your door, “We know you’re in there!” Bran yelled through the door, and you felt all the colour drain from your face.

You looked at Robb who was also stark white, “You cheated!” Rickon yelled.

As they tried to open the door Robb sprang out of bed to hold it close. You could hear Jon in the background and quickly scrambled under your covers. “Tell them I fell and hurt myself,” You whisper shouted to Robb who quickly nodded and yelled for his brothers to wait, and he’d let them in. he quickly shoved his tunic over his head and opened the doors as innocently as he could.

Rickon and Bran stalked into the chambers with Jon reluctantly following behind, making sure he was not about to be scarred by the sight in front of him. Rickson’s face dropped in confusion, “Why are you in bed?”

“She fell- “

“-up the stairs- “

“- I had to help her here- “

“-we didn’t cheat,” you finished your story which thank every lucky star Rickon believed. Bran clearly had his doubts but was too young to understand what Jon knew had happened. However, at Robbs suggestion they get to play with his real sword Bran dropped the subject. Lady Catelyn may be upset when she finds out what Robb had let them do but you both knew it would be far worse if she found out what you had done moments before they had barged in.

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