Bran Stark imagines/one-shots

A Stark and a Bolton - Bran stark x reader

"You will marry the Stark boy" Lord Bolton rose from his seat, they have had this conversation too many times.

"But I don't want to marry him!"

Being a Bolton, young lady Y/N had grown up with a sadistic bastard brother, which has left her stronger than most young women her age.

"SILENCE, you are my daughter and you will do as I say"

That was his only argument and it was the only argument he needed. lady Y/N left the chamber, the conversation was as good as over. Of course, she knew she would be married off, she just didn't expect it to happen that soon. It didn't even take her father a week after she had her first blood before she was offered away.

Even though her father was a Bannerman for the Starks, she knew he envied them. The Boltons were the second biggest house in the north and her father told her to never take her name for granted.

But of course, that wasn't enough, he sprang at the chance of connecting the two great houses of The North.

"At least you're not marrying Robin Arryn" her bastard brother Ramsey had told her, but he didn't care, he just wanted her gone. He despised her for being a true born Bolton, he had made her childhood a living hell. All because her last name was Bolton and he was cursed with the surname Snow.

*

The ride to Winterfell was cold and silent, she rode beside her father and behind them two of her father's loyal servants.

She was wearing her best dress, it was all the way from King's Landing, a pathetic attempt from her father to try a seem more important in the realm of the 7 kingdoms. But any good Northman knows that no one cares about The South here.

Her dress wasn't made for the weather and it made her shiver, luckily they were entering Winterfell this very moment.

As lady Y/N dismounted her horse, she took a good look at the little welcome party standing in front of her, her father went straight to what she assumed must be Lord stark. He was a tall muscular man with a kind face, he shook her father's hand with a firm grip.

Lady Y/N let her eyes wander, next to him stood what must be his oldest son, he was quite handsome. Beside him stood a very pretty young Lady, her hair was red and she stood tall and proud like a true highborn lady. The next was a boy in a wheelchair, they locked eyes. He looked to be around her age, he was slimly built with brown eyes and brown hair. With no doubt, she was looking at Bran Stark of Winterfell.

Lord stark introduced his children as Robb, Sansa, Bran, Arya, and Rickon. Y/N hadn't taken a good look at the two youngest, her eyes had stopped at Bran.

"Let's go inside and let the kids be kids lord Bolton," Lord stark said "No need to bore them with the formalities," he said as he put an arm around her dad and guided him inside.

"Can I take your horse Lady?" A young man with dark curly hair and dark eyes asked. "Thank you" she smiled at him, that could only be Ned Starks bastard and already by that interaction, she knew that he was much kinder than her own bastard brother.

Sansa approached her, "what a wonderful dress  Lady Bolton" she smiled, gosh she was so beautiful. "Thank you, Lady Sansa, you can call me Y/N" she returned the warm smile "Then you can call me Sansa as well, we are to be sisters after all" Sansa turned to where Bran was sitting and Arya was standing not far from them.

"What's wrong with him?" That sounded wrong and she chooses to rephrase "why is he in a wheelchair?" Y/N asked

"A terrible climbing incident when he was younger" he might not look like much "but he has a kind heart and he will make sure you're happy" Sansa took her hand "isn't it time for you to meet your husband to be" she giggled as they crossed the yard.

"Arya join me" Sansa let go of Y/N's hand and grabbed her younger sisters to drag her away.

Now they were left alone "Lord Bran" she bowed to him "Lady Y/N, you look very beautiful in your dress," he said and she could feel her cheeks heat up. " Thank you, my lord, it is not that fit for the northern weather sadly" Y/N answered with a smile, "why didn't you say that sooner" he removed one of his furs and handed it to her "you're my lady now, and I will make sure you'll never freeze again," he said and both of them blushed and laughed.

Never in a million years had Y/N thought she would fit so well with the little lord of Winterfell, they had talked and laughed for what felt like an eternity now and she didn't know why she didn't notice before how handsome he actually was.

*

That night they held a feast to celebrate that the two biggest houses in the north would combine. 

Y/N and Bran sat beside each other during the whole feast, she couldn't help but blush at all the flirty comments Bran occasionally gave her, and her face couldn't get any hotter when he secretly grabbed her hand under the table.

"have you had your first blood yet Y/N?" Sansa casually asked as she looked at her, Y/N nodded, she knew where this was going. "Then it won't be long until your wedding! and then hopefully we'll have some small lords and ladies running around!" Sansa seemed ecstatic. Y/N didn't know what to say, she hadn't thought about it yet, she felt like it would be at least ten or twenty years before she would marry and mother children. But the thought of having children with Bran didn't seem to scare her at all. 

Bran squeezed her hand and broke the silence Sansa's question had brought. "I suppose" they looked at each other, none of them had thought of children yet, they were still just young adults. Suddenly they both thought of the making of babies and Sansa couldn't help but laugh at their flustered faces.

*

The young Starks and the young Bolton chatted throughout the night, laughing in the dim lights of the candles spread throughout the room. The atmosphere around them changed from light banter to drunk men singing and yelling, The Lord of Winterfell decided it was time for the next generation, except for his beloved heir Robb, that it was time to go to sleep.

Y/N didn't wanna go to sleep, she still had so much to talk and learn about from the stark children, especially she wasn't ready to say goodnight to Bran.

As they all were lead to their chambers she said goodnight to Sansa, and now it was her Bran and Hodor. They got Bran's chamber and they looked at each other and smiled, "Goodnight my Lady" Bran said as he kissed her hand, Y/N blushed again for the hundredth time that night. She leaned down and kissed him on the cheek "Goodnight my Lord" she whispered in his ear, now it was Bran's turn to blush. 

Hodor had brought Bran into his chamber and now he Followed Lady Y/N to hers, she gave him a quick "Goodnight Hodor" which a smiling Hodor replied "Hodor!" and disappeared down the hall.

*

Y/N had changed into her nightgown and put a coat over it, now she was slowly walking down the hall, trying to make as little noise as possible. In the end, she could probably have stomped down the hall and none of the Winterfell men would have noticed because of the loud singing in the dining hall.

She slowly knocked on Bran's door and his voice asked her to enter, his face lit up as he saw Y/n slide into his chamber. "Can I stay for a little while?" Y/N asked and her question was answered by Bran making room beside him.

Without thinking of it she dropped her coat and Bran's eyes widened, he stared at her. Y/N remembers she was only in her thin nightgown, "Don't look!" she says panicked and Bran laughs "You know we are going to be husband and wife, I'm going to see you in less" he joked as he covered his eyes. 

Y/N slipped into the bed next to him, "That might be true, but you're going to have to wait for that for a little while" she smiled at him, "No need to rush" he put a strand of her hair behind her ear "We have a whole life in front of us, and I don't need little Starks before you do" she smiled at her.

She didn't want to admit it but she had fallen for Bran Stark, and she had fallen hard, They chatted until very late that night. And let's just say, the next morning Hodor found The young Lord and Lady cuddled up in each other arms.