Game Of Thrones. Imagines & One Shots

13. Losing You (Benjen Stark X Reader)

You were quickly woken from your slumber, hearing the sound of rustling. You raised your head from the make-shift pillow to see your lover, Benjen, pulling on his shirt. Even though he was once a crow and you were still pretty much a wildling, you had found a way to be partners.

Your whole clan had abandoned you when the army of the dead came. They had wanted to add more meat to their army. You fought them off for as long as you can until one of them got a lucky slash across your back, making you fall to your knees. Another one was about to take you life when a metal sphere, which was on fire, crushed into its head. A black stallion rode up in front of you and the rider quickly pulled you on, ridding the two of you to safety. Before you passed out you heard the rest of you clan screaming as the dead slaughtered them like animals.

When you woke up, you were in a cave illuminated by a warm fire. Your shirt had been taken off and and your back were wrapped up in clean rags, acting as bandages to your newly stitched wound. You spotted your savour, standing by the opening of the cave. When he realised you were awake he pulled down his hood and lowered rise scarf, revealing his frostbitten face. You skin was pale but his was grey, almost like a dead mans. He introduced himself as Benjen Stark. You knew he was a crow and the first ranger at Castle Black but you couldn't hate him. Couldn't try to kill him. He saved you. He told you that he was scouting the army of the dead when he saw you. He was trying to find a way to stop them. Saying that he still fought for the living. Knowing that you had lost your clan and was never gonna get south of the Wall you decided to help him. Join him. It shocked him but he was happy to have a companion. To no longer be alone.

As time went on, you saved each other from dangers. Until one day, after a huge day of shit, the two of you fell into the furs of your "bed". A night full of passion, lust and what you could sense a hint of love. It totally changed your relationship, turning you into lovers. But that all came crumbling down after today.

"Benjen, what are you doing?" You asked groggily whilst sitting up.

"Get dressed, it's the army of the dead" Benjen answered, throwing you your clothes "They're close, we have to move".

You quickly stood from the furs and pulled on your clothes as fast as you could. Benjen covered his face with his scarf as he saddled up the horse, sitting himself on first before pulling you on. Kicking the horses sides, it immediately ran into a gallop out the cave and into the snow. You were riding for a while until you road over a hill, revealing the whole army of the dead. You gasped at the sight. Hundreds of thousands were scattered across a frozen lake, some places cracked and showing the freezing water underneath. Benjen was about to turn the horse around when he saw someone pull themselves out the water and onto the ice. When he looked closely he realised it was Jon, his nephew. He grabbed the chain connected to the sphere and lit it on fire before turning to face you.

"No matter what happens, stay on the horse" he ordered. You nodded knowing not to deny his wish. As he urged the horse forwards you pulled out your sword ready to fight any wights that came close. Benjen rode the horse through the crowd of decaying corpses, swing the sphere into the dead heads whilst you swung your sword, cutting their head off. Benjen rode past the Jon and climbed of the horse quickly telling you to move up the saddle as he walked towards his nephew. When he pulled down his mask Jon's eyes widened at the sight of his uncle. Benjen pulled Jon over to the horse and helped him on before grabbing your hand.

"Ride for the pass" he told you, making you realise what he was going to do.

"Come with us" you begged, tightening the grip on his hand.

"There's no time" he said sadly, pulling you down for one last loving kiss before releasing your hand and slapping the horse on the rear, making it gallop away. He had a solemn look on his face, watching you ride away with Jon clutching onto you as he turned around to face the dead one last time. To make sure the two of you survive.

It was like the world had slowed down. You could hear your heart beat in your ear as you rode further away. You turned your head to see Benjen swinging his chain around. He managed to take down a few wights before one speared him to the ground, giving the wights enough time to overrun him. To add him to their army.

The sight took your breath away, as you could only just hear him yelling in pain over the sound of the wights growling. You turned away, knowing he was gone. Gasping for breath you felt tears starting to flood down your cheeks before feeling them freeze against your cheeks. The only one who ever really cared for you was suddenly ripped away. Not even the whole journey to the Wall was long enough to let that sink into your head.

You were suddenly snapped out your thoughts as the maester looked you over. The Nights Watch let you through the gates and Jon ordered Tormund to escort you safely to Winterfell before passing out from the cold. Sansa was weary on letting you stay but she knew that Jon wouldn't send Tormund with you if he wasn't serious. Your eyes were red from crying and your cheeks were wet from the tears melting in the warmth.

"Everything seems to be fine, mi'lady" the maester said as he stood up.

"I'm not a lady" you retorted, looking down at the ground.

"There is one thing I need to ask you mi'lady, when was the last time you flowered?" He asked cautiously, making your eyes widen. You hadn't bled for three months but you didn't realise that until now. You hand slowly glided over to your stomach as the maester continued "Mi'lady, I have no doubt in my mind that you are with child. And from the way you are carrying, I believe it will be a boy".

"Excuse me maester, will you leave me" you gasped. The maester bowed before walking out the chambers that you were given. When you heard the door close you let out a cry as your hand covered your mouth. You eyes shut tightly, trying to stop the flow of new tears from pouring down your face. It didn't work. You looked up at the ceiling, blinking away the tears as your other hand tightly grasped your stomach. Sighing you looked down at your belly, tears still flowing as you started to rub it.

"I don't know if you can hear me. But I promise, I'm not gonna let the dead touch you. Nothing is ever gonna harm you. I promise" you cried "I promise, Benjen".

Oh my god, why do I do this to myself. Agh Jesus, I made myself cry whilst writing this. So since recently, Benjen became a favourite character of mine and I couldn't wait for more scenes with him in, knowing that he was alive and they have to go ahead and FUCKING KILL HIM!!! My fricken heart has been broken AGAIN!!! Oh god. Why Game Of Thrones? Why? Ugh, that scene made me cry a little.
I AM TAKING REQUESTS.
Anyway, hope you enjoyed.
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And remember ...
"Winter ... is Here".