Summer child~Brandon Stark x Reader

Part 43- After Him

I know I am behind!! Sorry for taking so long!! This is for episode 8! Rickon deserves some honor and to have a future so I will add in more of him for the majority of this chapter. I know these are getting Long and seemingly going no where. But I have plans for possible deaths and also I want to read or see white walker issues before creating them on my own. I may create my own things I have ideas it's just I don't know how long this book will be! A lot to think about and wonder where I'll add things and how I'll go about them!

I hadn't felt so much like a child in ages. It had been a few days since then, and I felt like sulking. It was very quiet aside from supper. During supper, the feasts would vary. At times the talk would be hushed and worried. Other times it would be upbeat and excited. The warmth coming from the food, fires, and people those nights were the best. Tonight was one of those nights and I was hoping it could pull me out of my gloom. I sort of hung my head before I hear Robb ask where Rickon is.  I lift my head now and scan the room. Blizzard, as if on cue lifts her head as well. She stands up and pants staring at the door. Rickon walks in slowly and his cheeks are red. His mother gives him a warning glare. He sees he is in trouble for being late and sits down wordlessly. Shaggydog grunts and lays beside him. "My lords. Lord Manderly's pie." A server sets down a pie in the middle of the table. Rickon sheepishly lifts an arm and grabs some food for his plate. I notice how he grabs it with his hands. "Rickon!" Sansa elbows him. He grumbles and lifts the utensils to eat.
"What's wrong?" Arya asks. He grumbles. Sansa asks as well, probing him. He blushes and mumbles. "What?" Arya pokes him. "I said nothing!!" "What is it?!" Arya giggles. "I saw somethin is all." "Like?" "The little lord saw his first glimpse at sex that's what." Osha snickers. "Here is your cloak little man." Osha tosses it in Rickon's lap and ruffles his hair. He growls and she leaves smirking. "What happened?" "You all let people in the castle who don't belong! And they go hidin in the corners and .." "And" "fuckin?" Jon asks. Robb bursts out laughing. Ned and Cat look up suspiciously. "Stop it!!" He blushes furiously and looks down. "How much did you see??" "Enough! I don't want to talk of it." "I remember the first time I saw it." Arya remarks. "Oh no." Sansa moans. "️Haha hush now it's story time! It was awful really. It was Theon. Fucking some maiden from the kitchens. I almost told on him he would've been in huge trouble with father let me tell you." Ned heard every word and looked quite angry at his former squire's behavior. Rickon stuffed his face with food and ignored his sisters' constant questioning for the rest of the supper. When we were served rice crackers they asked him if he'd like to get the sex talk. He choked on his water and blushed again. Poor Rickon. "What? You're the only virgin now." Arya and Sansa glance at bran and I and I feel my own cheeks flush. Bran's heat up as well and he side glances at me. "Maybe you should know." "I know how it works!" He whines. They seemed to love torturing him more and more I see it. He is a wild child though even I wouldn't be surprised that he knows how it all works. He's a sneak that's for sure. "You should know how it happens. Where you'll put it!" Arya laughs. Rickon's eyes looked about to bug out of his head. "I know where to put it!!!" "You need to be taught! It's bad to fuck when you aren't married." "Bran did!" "No I did not!" Cat looks up. "He's lying I swear mother!" She sighs and looks down. I feel almost embarrassed for Rickon. His mother is listening to all of this. "Shireen will want you to know." He gasps and his face becomes even redder if possible. "Yeah she will Rickon. You'll want to be experienced. You don't want to disappoint her." "Shield the boy's ears Jon!" Robb laughs. "I am not STUPID!" He shouts. "You won't be able to pleasure her if we don't tell you." They laugh. It puts him over the edge. "I CAN TOO! AND I KNOW HOW IT WORKS!! TALISA HAS A BABY FROM ROBB FUCKIN HER!" Everyone stares at him in bewilderment. Catelyn shakes her head in her hands. Robb looks furious. Rickon looks embarrassed and about to cry. "Apologize Rickon." Robb demands. He shakes his head. "APOLOGIZE TO HER!" His eyes fill up with tears. "Leave me alone." He chokes out shakily. "I swear to the gods Rickon are you mad?! Where do you get off saying things like that?!" Rickon hangs his head. He looked humiliated. I wonder if anyone other than me notices the tear escape his eyes. He stares at his food and the drop falls to his plate. Arya and Sansa are now silent. What was an innocent joke now became a disaster. "Rickon!" Robb growls. Talisa grabs Robb's arm. "It's fine he's only a boy! He doesn't know any better." "Yes he does! If he knows what sex is he knows better." He hisses. Talisa frowns and Rickon gets up and bolts out of the room. I give Bran a worried glance. "I'll defend him here." "Okay I'll be back." Bran smiles at me as I rise and leave to find Rickon. He was in his bedchambers weeping. "Stupid Robb stupid sansa stupid Arya. Stupid whore!" I knock on his door panel and he gasps looking up, red faced. "Y-y/n! Go. Go on!" He wipes his eyes quickly. "Why?" "I don't want you to see me cry! Gods I am a weepy babe.." "No you aren't." He whimpers and rubs his eyes. "Do you need a hug?" "No. I am almost a man grown. I need no hugs." "So you want to be a cold hearted rock for the rest of your life?" He looks up with his red eyes and a deep frown. "I know they humiliated you." "It was fine at first. I even found it fun. But then they kept going and got louder and everyone was looking at me and they challenged me and then I..I always yell too loud.." He frowns and Shaggy growls. "Let me hug you Hmm?" He presses his lips together and nods reluctantly. "Shireen likes hugs. Don't forget that." I Hug him. He was almost taller than me. He hugs me fiercely. "You aren't a weepy babe either." He presses his head to my chest and hugs me tighter. He speaks but it is muffled. "I...she....ke me.." "Hmm?" "I am a wimp. I am too wild they say. She will never like me." "She already does Rickon." "How do you know?" "She has a crush it's very obvious. She kept gently touching your arm last time and followed you everywhere if i remember correctly. He smiles. I wipe his eyes. "Don't let other people take charge of you. You're a lord. You're a Stark!" He smiles wider. "You're Wild yes but you're a wild king. You're strong. As strong as all of your brothers. And Shireen will love you for it. Be you okay?" "Yeah." He fingers his waistband. "What's that?" "Father gave me a sword.." "He did??" "Mmhm.." He mumbles and unsheathes it. It's a sword alright. It is heavy looking and Rickon holds it with two hands gingerly. "He says if I fight with it i better intend to kill the man or I'm in trouble." I smile. "And If I fight I must win." He rubs the blade and holds tightly onto the grip. A Direwolf is on the pommel and it shines. It hasn't been used. "It's a real sword. It's huge. Why did he give this to you?" "Protection. It's not Valyrian of course..but it's important to me. Like maybe I mean something. Perhaps I am not just the youngest. Dumbest..weakest of them all.." "You're absolutely not! You're true born! High born! An heir! You'll own a holdfast yes? You're a lord. A Stark. Why do you think so lowly of yourself." "What if I don't want to be a lord? I like being a wildling." "You aren't." "That's what Osha says. I hate hearin it. Maybe Shireen would like a highborn better anyway. She's a princess." His eyes glow. "She's so pretty. The way her hair flows. I could give her a direwolf like Bran gave you. I could show her the world. We can ride Shaggy. I can be a man like Robb. He doesn't think so. I can marry her. I will make her love me." "Oh Rickon. Don't make her do anything. She will love you for who you are." "How do you know?" "I don't. But I feel very strongly about it." "She was supposed t' come back.." "I know hun." "It's not fair." His forehead creases like he is thinking. "Arya and Sansa acted like she would want to bed me." I laugh. "Would she?" "When she's older." "Yeah. I hope she'd love me. She should. She's a lady. She needs to be by my side. I wish father would make us betrothed then she can't say no!" "Oh Rickon.." I didn't know how to explain that he shouldn't force her anything. How to properly treat a lady. He was is wild I couldn't explain any of it. He needed to calm down and think. He has so much of his life to live before he needs to worry of marriage. Winter is a first priority here. Surviving that. Knowing the Baratheons, she's stuck in Dragonstone. "I want to hold grand feasts for her. Have dresses made for her and silver and gold given to her. Give her everything she wants. And she can give me heirs too. That's what it is all about yes? Love me and bear my children. I want her to want that. Like mother wanted. That's the only reason I am here. She loved father yes? Wanted him to have more heirs." I could only hug him once more at this point and encourage his smart little mind to see the good in himself. He was so dark and quiet for a child. He shouldn't be so grown up so fast.
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This morning, I was awakened by hooves and shouts. A shivering fat man leaps off of his horse. A woman is hunched over besides him. When they come in, the man hugs Jon. "I've missed you Sam! How've you been? Gilly?" "I've been alright..I have a lot to tell you though." "I'm fine. But I fear little sam is catching cold..is there someplace very warm for us?" "Yes yes come into the den."
I follow the group into the den. Sam meets Ned and Cat and Jon's brothers and sisters. He seems to recognize Bran. "Hey Bran! How've you been? I'm glad to see you back on the right side of the wall." The wildling woman Gilly gives Sam a look. "Only because it's safer here. He's a liability." "He's right. Bran is the three-eyed Raven now. I suppose we both have a lot to catch up on yes? At tonight's feast perhaps." Jon smiles. Sam sits down and they begin talking. I find Gilly to be uncomfortable so I move over next to her and try to engage in a conversation. "How old is he?" "Little sam? Almost 2 years now." "He's so cute!" "Thank you." She smiles. "If it weren't for sam, I wouldn't have him right now." She cuddles little Sam and kisses his nose. He shivers and lifts a hand to her face. "M-'mother." He whimpers in a small baby-like voice. "Little Sam." She smiles and rubs her nose with his.
I find myself warming up to this and feeling almost a sense of longing. I look over to Bran. I knew what I was feeling and it frightened me. I have no time for children. But Id love more than Anythin to hold a son..an heir to Bran. I want Bran's children. And it's growing on me. So badly I want children. But so frightened I am to move too fast. I had so many other things to worry about. Yet I find myself fantasizing about kissing Bran and making a winter child. A strong winter Stark named Brandon after his father.

Hey guys! Wasn't the finale AMAZING?! There's so much to think about! And Jon is Lyanna's son!!!!! Comment your thoughts on everything 😊 I'll update again if I can tonight!!