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magalidragon · 3 years

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beauty underneath | part 2 | a teaser

a/n: Here is a teaser for part 2 to get me to finish by the weekend!!! I hope you like it @youwerenevermine !!!

The doors began to close, when a hand shot out, stopping them. Dany looked up, startled, and instantly stiffened when Jon entered. He turned around and leaned aainst the back wall, hands in his pockets. They said nothing. The elevator began to descend, only five floors, but just before hte second, Jon lazily leaned forward adn pushed a button at the bottom of the panel, an alarm honking and the car halting with a clang and thud, knocking her sideways from the sudden stop.

She gaped. "What the fuck are you doing!?"

He turned around, smiling calmly at her. "Setting terms. We do this in Winterfell. I'm not going down South..."

"Fuck off, we do it at Dragonstone, it's bigger!"

They glared, standing off. He ran his tongue over his teeth and arched a brow. "If we do it at Winterfell, I'll let you have final creative decision on three of the five designs."

She squinted. That was very good. "The catch?" she murmured.

"We can only have two of those three look like fucking dragons."

"Oh fuck off."

They argued back and forth for about twenty minutes in the damn elevator car. Obviously they would do a full sweep of his studio and she would bring none of her designs so they couldn't cheat and copy from each other, not that Dany would ever do that. They each agreed to have one assistant each-- Jon's was his right-hand man Satin and Dany's of course would be Missandei. They would spend approximately three weeks together working on the collection. That was all Dany was willing to give to stay at Winterfell, otherwise he could come on down to Dragonstone.

"Three weeks is enough time," he agreed. He smirked. "You bring five designs to me. I bring five designs too. We start there."

"Fine," she snapped. She arched her brow. "So? When do we begin?"

Jon flashed a feral wolf grin, which Dany wasn't sure was a good thing or a bad thing.

All she knew is that she didn't think either one would make it out of htis alive.

Or at the very least, they'd come out with a hell of a lot of claw marks.

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direwinterfell · 7 years

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bran stark: tomorrow

REQUESTED BY @bluebells-and-nature-spells: Can you write an bran imagine where the reader is a young queen who has magic with animals? And they meet after the reader offers bran and his troop refuge? And one evening Bran watches the reader with the animals and requests to speak with her and the meet more and more little by little and fall in love?

notes: i’m sorry again it took so long but hey guess what this might hte longest imagine i’ve ever written and i hope u enjoy!!!

House Graeme.

It was seated right in the middle of the mountainous ranges near the Last River, and their castle mounted high with old and cautious stone steps, making it hard for enemies to climb and seize it. The big stone tower was decorated with moss, climbing flowers and claw marks. It was rumoured that House Graeme have powers with vicious animals but it was all laughed at. Nobody has really seen it happened, nobody has seen most of the family because of the secludedness that it got people questioning, if they are still here. Up top the tower, two connected bridges was built to bring the whole castle together with a mighty oak bark gates. The darkness, the quietness made all the men shivered as three bats circles them, and dived down looking at the man with an outstretched bow ready to kill the creature.

“Put your bow down, ser.”

The bat flapped its wings, and continued on flying up the tower, and the gates opened. Slowly and carefully, yet nobody made a move.

Bran looked at the opened castle, unguarded and dark. So dark that it stared back at him. He was on his horse, and his animal neighed gently, bowing down. Suddenly, a figure graced their presence.

“Her Highness is waiting for you, my Prince.”

Her Highness. Bran didn’t know clearly who she is, and so he looked at his attendant and raised a brow.

“I’m afraid I have no name for her.”

Bran looked at the single man dressed in blue and yellow, and addressed him again. “My men and I needs place to stay…”

“It is better to not keep my queen waiting,” the soldier interrupted, and with an outstretched hand, he gestured the castle. “Come and inside you will meet Her.”

The hall inside the castle was bigger than the one in Winterfell, and five chandeliers were lit atop their hands. The men dived in their food, fully aware of the empty seat at the head of the table. They paid no attention to the absence as they devoured their honeyed ham and sweet wine. Bran ate as well, waiting for the queen to enter yet an hour passed and she didn’t come.

The clatter stopped as the door opened, and came in a gushing lady in rags with a thin lapis lazuli crown on her head. She smiled, grinned, as she took the seat adjacent to Bran. All men stood up, and some were reluctant to stand up as they stared at the lady in rags. Clothed as a servant, with manners of a commoner. Never felt the aura of royalty.

All eyes were still on her, and she looked around to see the confusion. Bran would’ve stood up when she looked at him, feeling her questioning and curious eyes, Not everyone has stood up, and she sat down, pinning a slice of ham on her fork. She eyed everybody and grinned again. With a calm and cold voice, she spoke.

“I am Queen Y/N of House Graeme. Welcome to my home.”

Examining everybody, your eyes turned to the seated man adjacent to you. In a quiet voice, you spoke to him. “Bran Stark,” you began, looking at the standing men, “Please, continue with the feast.”

Again, you turned to Bran. “I’m sorry to keep you all waiting, I’ve got duties.”

“I understand, your Highness.” Bran answered. “I am grateful for your hospitality, and for letting us find refuge in your home.”

“My home is always open to yours,” you assured. “A bond within our families are kept to support each other whenever we are in need. May I ask how long you are staying?”

“Your Highness, we are in need and if we are disturbing, may we ask a little more time-.” The man beside Bran started mumbling, pleading with his eyes and hands.

Waving your hand to stop him, “I am merely asking so we could prepare for your stay, supply and feed. Not eager to dump you all after a week, of course not.” The man bowed his head slightly, and you sat up straighter. All the clatter stopped and no one was even moving. “It’s been a years since somebody visited us, so we should prepare.”

“Yes, yes, your Highness. I fully understand.”

Nodding, you started with your meal. A bite and a drink after, you felt his brown eyes on you, easily feeling the unspoken words on his mind. You turned to him, with a raised brow and a smile, “I can feel a question on you, what is it?”

Bran looked around quickly and down, fidgeting in his seat. It was fun to see him fidget as it brought a smile to your face, he glanced at your face for a second before opening his mouth. “Do- do you have siblings?”

That was his question? you thought. “I have two older brothers.”

He studied your crown, and his eyes shifted to yours, asking another one and in an instant you answered. “Females could also rule, my prince. Not only men, we are as capable as you are. My people have voted for me, and I am here to serve.”

“Females are always capable, your Highness,” he answered as he smiled.

An hour has passed, and a few pleasantries were exchanged, and you bid them goodbye.

The feast continued on and his voice was drowned with the clatter of utensils and the creaking of the door to keep the food coming in to fill the hungry soldiers. Discreetly, you stood up after a couple of bites, eager to go back outside with the animals, and once nobody was noticed you, the feast lingered on.

An hour has passed, few pleasantries were exchanged and finally, you bid them goodbye.

“I would stand up if I could,” Bran said, glancing at his legs.

“Make it up to me in someway,” you joked, winking as you squeezed his arm. Looking at your guests, you bowed your head slightly, “Have a pleasant night, gentlemen.”

Bran saw something in the queen, something unexplainable and exquisite, and he turned in bed, huffing his pillow. The way she grinned, the way she was dressed in rags, but with a crown. Something more than royalty and grace flows through her body, and Bran likes it. He really does. So when the morning came after a week’s stay, he asked for a meeting with the queen and it was surprising that it was her who came to his room.

She was dressed in a blue gown, with flowers embroidered at the low vee of her dress, with a long ruby necklace and thicker crown with diamonds sparkling. “You called for me?”

“I was meant to come to you, your Highness,” he mumbled, embarrassed.

“Nonsense! It’s a pleasure to be in here,” she winked. “And drop your formalities, Bran.”

“Yes, your Highness-.” He spoke her name, and he liked the feeling of it, and he smiled to himself.

“Is something funny?” she questioned pointing to his smile, and she took a seat at the edge of his bed.

“No, of course not!” He hurriedly said, leaning closer to his bed. Just as he was suppose to speak, the door opened and came a big wolf, snarling at Bran.

“Oh, calm down you!” She hurried to the wolf, brushing its coat. It was almost as big as Summer, and his heart leaped at the thought of another direwolf. It’s got blood around it’s mouth and coat, she didn’t flinch.

Something lifted in his room, it was like the whole forest was misted under his nose, and in a snap of her fingers, the wolf was clean.

“How did- how did that happened?” Bran asked, as he lurched forward, his arm stretching to touch the wolf.

“Magic,” she simply answered with a grin.

“I thought it wasn’t real,” he whispered.

“Aren’t the rumors enough?” she smiled, still brushing the wolf’s coat. “I thought everybody believed it?”

“Nobody has seen it happened,” he gushed, still feeling the forest mist.

“Well, now you have!”

She watched his expression change from vexed to surprised. The wolf came near him, resting his head on Bran’s palm, as his other hand brushed it’s head. None of them noticed the closing distance, and then they were close to each other.

“I want to visit you sometimes with the animals,” he said, looking at her.

The wolf exited, and he felt a rush, a good one. It was just the two of them, and maybe he isn’t thinking straight, but there is something. The keen feeling he has, he wants to take her out, maybe they could ride through the outside.

“Maybe you’d like to make that up to me,” she whispered, as she placed her head atop a curled palm.

Bran smiled, inching closer, close enough to smell her and to feel her skin. “When can I see you again, then?”

“Whenever,” she whispered again, feeling the distance closing.

“Tomorrow?”

“Eager now are we?” she joked, wetting her lips. “Tomorrow it is then.”

“I’m starting to like you, your Highness,” Bran said, looking down at her lips, and feeling the pull between each other, as near as one could feel each other’s breath.

“Just starting?” She raised a brow, and her mouth moved more.

But Bran thought nothing more of how her lips feels like, how she tastes, and how intoxicating she is. He moved, his lips touching hers and for a second she was stunned, but she moved closer, placing her hand on his shoulder. His lips moved against her, feeling the plump lips and the taste of strawberries, as he deepened the kiss and her hold tightened, as the other one tugged at the end of his hair. So intoxicating, this girl.

Their breaths mingled, and he kissed her one last time and she moved back, just as Bran squeezed her arm. She was flustered, and her finger grazed her swollen lips. Her eyes caught the stare of Bran and she grinned, “I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

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