Game of Thrones - One Shots

Bran Stark x Reader (1)

"You can't be serious, Bran!" you shout, unable to contain your anger.

"(Y/N), please.. I have to do this" he replies in his usual innocent tone. You could tell by the look on his face that your anger had brought him sadness, but you had every right to feel the way you do.

"You heard Sam, didn't you? Going North is dangerous, what if-"

"I'll be okay" he interrupts, staring up at you with his dark brown eyes. You let out a sigh, leaning down in front of where he is sitting so that your eyes are levelled with his as you speak.

"You don't know that, Brandon". You didn't use his full name often, yet when you spoke it you felt a stronger connection towards him. You wonder if he feels it too as his expression slightly changes.

"I do. I have Hodor, Jojen, and Meera with me". Your eyebrows suddenly dip in synchronisation with the confusion that washes over you.

"And me...?" you add, not liking where this conversation is going.

"(Y/N)... you have to stay here" he speaks softly. He struggles to shift his upper body, reaching his hand out towards yours. You immediately stand up, pulling yourself away from his near grasp.

"What, why!"

"Because.. I need you to be safe". Your eyes roll at his comment.

"But you just said that everything would be okay, and now i suddenly can't come?"

"I don't know that for sure. I just know that I need you to be safe" he finishes, brushing a stray hair away from his forehead.

Your mixed emotions get the best of you, unable to stand in the room and listen to his words any longer. Everyone watches as you storm off towards the exit.

"(Y/N).. (Y/N)!!" Bran shouts, trying to get you to return to him. You slow down to a stop, looking down at the wooden floor as you think. You knew it was unfair of you to storm off when Bran couldn't even chase after you. When you turn back around to approach him, you can see his body relax a little.

"Could you leave us alone for a minute" he says, directing his words at his friends who were scattered around the room. They immediately obey, flooding out of the door to give you and Bran some privacy. He motions for you to sit beside him, and you give in easily at the opportunity to brush up beside him. Warmth radiates from his body, and you feel even more heat rush through you when his head turns to admire your face from such little distance. This time when he reaches out to take your hand, you don't pull away, instead turning your head so that your eyes meet his.

"I don't want to leave you" you admit, tears beginning to fog up your vision.

"I don't want to leave you either, but we both know I have to do this"

"I know.." you reluctantly agree, looking down at your lap. You still aren't pleased with the way things have to be.

"Hey.." he speaks gently, tucking his hand under your chin so that your eyes meet his once again. "We won't be apart for long.. I promise you that much". The corner of your mouth manages to twitch up slightly through your sadness, clinging onto his words with hope. You lean your head down against his shoulder and his arm wraps around you pulling you in closer. Closing your eyes, you try your best to enjoy the last few moments you have before Bran leaves.

<The End>