Ages:
- Robb, Jon, Gendry, Meera – 27; Sansa, Joffrey – 26; Arya,– 24; Bran, Jojen, Myrcella – 23; Rickon, Shireen, Tommen, Robin – 19
BRAN
Bran slammed his head on his car's steering wheel before starting the engines. "Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!" He cursed himself. "You're a fucking idiot."
Ever since last week, Bran somehow couldn't bring himself to say no to Meera. One minute, they were eating pizza in the kitchen, exchanging stories about how their day went. And the next thing he knew, he was having sex with her while her Dad and younger brother was in the same house.
He decided not to worry about that now, since he had another problem at hand when he reaches Stark Manor: facing his parents. He had promised to be home before dinner. Now, it's almost eight in the evening, which of course is an hour after they normally eat dinner in their home.
To calm himself down, Bran ordered a coffee decaf in a Northerners' Brew drive-thru in Moat Cailin before driving to Winterfell.
Bran took a deep breath before he entered the Stark Manor carrying his backpack. He expected his parents, Ned and Cat, on the foyer with their arms crossed and deathly glares on their faces, and his Mom's iconic complete-name-pronouncing whenever he and his siblings did something wrong.
Brandon Eddard Stark! He imagined his Mom yelling at him. What time is it? Where in the gods' names have you been?
He entered the front door and sighed in relief. His parents weren't on the foyer. In fact, it was quiet except for the voices in the living room. Too quiet. And the dogs would be running to him by now, but nothing.
Bran walked towards the living room and he found his sisters, Arya and Sansa, and his younger brother, Rickon in the living room working on their Christmas tree.
It was a real pine tree about sixteen feet high and the base's diameter of the branches were probably around six feet. And there were two stepped ladders on either side of it. It was also a good thing that their living room had a high ceiling, which was probably about two storeys high, or else that pine tree would've hit the actual ceiling if it was placed in the family room.
Arya was standing on one of the stepped ladders with a lopper in her hands as she pruned the overgrown branches of the tree. Sansa, still in her corporate attire, though without the blazer, was sweeping the floor with a broom, cleaning up the branches Arya had pruned down. While Rickon was kneeling on the floor trying to entangle Christmas lights and tinsels.
"Just the silver ones, baby brother." Sansa said as she swept the dirt into a dustpan.
Rickon looked up at Sansa. "Why?" He asked.
"Because this year's theme for the tree is Winter Wonderland." Sansa explained. "So, it'll be all white and silver. Also, there'll be snowflakes and silver Christmas ball ornaments, white and silver ribbons and glitter—"
"Oh, fuck glitter." Rickon complained. "Who came up with this idea?"
"We did," Arya argued. "Now, shut up and do as we say."
Normal sibling bickering, Bran thought. It's good to be home.
"Um, hi." Bran spoke up, which startled his siblings.
They turned to him standing on the archway on the foyer.
Sansa was the first to speak. "Hey, Bran!" She smiled as she ran to him and gave him a hug. "Welcome home, little brother."
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GoT AU: The Heart Wants What It Wants
Fanfiction"You can't decide not to fall in love, Bran." Jon had said. "It just happens. And you can't stop it anymore than you can choose whom you fall in love with." His cousin's words rang in his mind. But in any case, he's right. You can't stop the feeling...
