Game of Thrones: An Unusual Punishment

Chapter 1 of a new GOT modern AU, just a little humour/parody idea I came up with, although it does have storyline, focused on Joffrey and him being taught a lesson after so many years of being a bully, being taught a lesson in a unique way. Played for laughs so please don't take this seriously :)

I will try to provide character ages within the story, if I miss anyone, let me know and I'll mention their age at the start of the next chapter, note, won't really do it for adults (those over 25 at any rate). Also messed with the age gaps a bit, particularly in regards to the Starks.

Pairings that will be seen or mentioned in this story will be: Bran/Meera, Rickon/Shireen, Arya/Gendry, Theon/Jeyne Poole, maybe Sansa/Podrick, if I can squeeze it in. Think that's all.

Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to George R.R. Martin.

Chapter 1

It was another day at school; one student in particular was bored as he stood in the school hall, waiting for the bell to go. The student was a boy of seventeen with short blonde hair, green eyes and fair skin; he had a scrawny build but a haughty, almost superior expression on his face. The boy's name was Joffrey Baratheon; the eldest son of Robert Baratheon, the richest man in Westeros and his wife, Cersei, originally of the Lannister family, another rich family.

Joffrey was also the oldest of three siblings, the other two being sixteen year old Myrcella and fifteen year old Tommen. Unlike his siblings who were well liked and friendly, Joffrey was arrogant and believed himself better than everyone. He had friends, or more accurately followers to do his dirty work, right now they weren't present however.

Joffrey shifted slightly, looking around. As he was in school he was clad in his school uniform. The uniform of this private school he went to, for boys consisted of Grey trousers, a blue button up shirt, a dark red blazer, grey socks that were to be anywhere between ankle length and calf-high and simple grey shoes. The boys also had the option to wear grey school shorts, but Joffrey never did, he scoffed at the idea.

'Shorts at school, honestly, that's for little kids, or fags who like showing off for the other filthy degenerates.' He thought to himself. 'Wonder which category Tommen falls under.'

He sneered at that, while he didn't wear them every day, Joffrey knew his younger brother did wear the school shorts.

Joffrey turned his gaze towards three girls walking to their classes. One was the same age as him with long auburn hair and blue eyes. The other two girls had brown hair, the shorter, younger one, being the same age as Joffrey's sister, had grey eyes, a long face and her hair was cut quite short. The other girl had brown eyes, was the same age as the auburn haired girl and wore her long hair in a ponytail.

All three were clad in the girl's version of the uniform. A grey pleated mid-thigh length skirt, a blue button up blouse; dark red blazer, grey knee socks and grey flats. He leered at the auburn haired girl, he knew all three girls, the auburn haired one was Sansa Stark. They had dated until she had the audacity to defy him and declare their relationship over. Not that it mattered to Joffrey, he knew she'd come to her senses eventually and come crawling back.

The other two girls, the older one was Sansa's best friend, Jeyne Poole, while the younger, short haired girl was Sansa's younger sister, Arya Stark.

'Of course both of them are complete sluts, dating people so much older than them, people who aren't even in school.' Joffrey thought with a sneer. 'I mean, is Jeyne so naïve she thinks Theon Greyjoy will change his ways for her. Also what does Arya see in that loser, what was his name…Gendry?'

Shaking his head Joffrey watched them go before looking around again.

He smirked to himself as, rotten bully that he was, he searched for his next victims. Many students had met his bullying ways. He always felt superior to them, his was his way of rubbing their nose in it. He soon spotted three victims at once, walking up the corridor towards him. He had dealt with them before, but they clearly hadn't learned.

The trio were three boys, two with auburn hair and blue eyes, like Sansa, the other had brown hair and green eyes, that boy and one of the auburn haired boys were fifteen, like Tommen, the other auburn haired boy was fourteen.

'Gods, those losers again, Sansa's brothers, Bran and Rickon and Bran's friend Jojen Reed.' He thought to himself with a cruel sneer. Urgh, look at them, looking so stupid in those shorts, worse than anyone else.'

It was true, all three boys wore the school shorts, not only that, but while most boys wore their shorts at two and a half inches above the knee, like Tommen, or at knee length, or somewhere in between, the trio before him had their shorts at mid-thigh, shorter than anyone else in school. So it was Joffrey's mind was made up and he chose them immediately as his victims. He waited until they were near enough and then spoke.

"Hi freaks." He called tauntingly.

Rickon glared at him; immediately hostile. But unable to react as he wanted, due to already being in trouble for fighting at school.

Joffrey was therefore undeterred. "How are the little 'shorts bros' today huh?"

"Shut up." Bran replied sharply, rolling his eyes at Joffrey bullying them again.

Joffrey scoffed and straightened up. "Or what fag, you think I'm scared of you…Or the other little cock-sucker."

He sneered at Jojen as he said that last part, his implication obvious.

"How dare you!?" Bran snarled; enraged.

"Guys, don't…" Jojen said softly; shaking his head when they tried to protest.

So, accepting Jojen's response, they stopped arguing and followed him as they walked away.

"That's right, run you little fags." Joffrey called after them, laughing. "Go suck each other's cocks again."

He smirked, immediately feeling better about this dull day and when the bell went, he headed to his class, already plotting his next move.

Later, during morning break, Bran, Jojen and Rickon sat at a table, talking quietly together about the 'Joffrey problem'.

"Gods I can't believe him." Bran muttered.

"I know." Jojen replied; still keeping calm.

Rickon shook his head. "Honestly, stupid punk, what's with him, picking on us?"

Bran sighed. "He keeps making those stupid remarks about our shorts; what's with that?"

The boys knew their shorts were shorter than the rest of the school, but they didn't mind, didn't care, it was just part of the uniform and what they wore, it was their choice.

"He's got a geo the size of the moon." Jojen remarked; before stating. "We have to do something, we're not the only ones he's bullied."

Rickon nodded. "Yeah, although he seems to pick on us more often, I've noticed a pattern. Seems any boy wearing shorts as part of his uniform is fair game to him, even his younger brother."

"Then there's the girl's he's harassed." Bran added.

They discussed the matter further until finally, they made up their minds. They had only one option. This couldn't stay hidden, they had to reveal it and had to ensure that the one person who could do anything effectively about this knew, that person however would take some convincing as it was none other than Joffrey's mother, Cersei.

Cersei wasn't sure what to make of this. She had been at home when suddenly there was a knock at the door. Next thing she knew she was in the living room, with an assortment of other men and women. The only thing she knew they all had in common was that their children went to the same school as hers.

"What is this?" She asked, shocked, especially since they seemed angry.

"There is something going on." Eddard Stark told her. "Something you should know."

His wife Catelyn nodded. "It involves your son, Joffrey, you need to hear this and don't try and wriggle out of it."

Cersei glared but soon they began and as they told her of the various incidents her denials died on her lips. As much as she wanted to rubbish their claims, there was just too much, too many corroborating stories. This many people couldn't all be telling the exact same lie, with the exact same clarity.

'Gods; this cannot; how could Joffrey do something like this, say such…disgusting things.' She thought, horrified, before straightening up and speaking. "I see…Thank you for telling me this. Leave it to me, I cannot allow this to go unpunished."

They could see in her eyes that Cersei was serious and so they left, allowing Cersei to contemplate a plan. Later, her plan ready, she headed to her husband's office and spoke to him, informing him of what she had been told.

To say Robert Baratheon was horrified by his eldest son's antics would be an understatement.

"Gods…"

Cersei shook her head. "I know Robert, we cannot let this stand."

Robert growled. "That…idiot boy!"

"Don't do anything foolish." Cersei replied quickly.

"Foolish, Cersei he…" Robert began, incredulous.

Cersei shook her head however. "Robert, this is Joffrey, one of the…obvious or conventional punishments will work with him."

"What did you have in mind?" Robert asked after a brief silence.

"I have a…unique idea." Cersei replied with a small smile. "After all, he needs to understand the pain he has caused, there's only one way he can do that…"

So she detailed her plan to Robert.

Robert nodded after she was done. "Ah…I see, a little unorthodox but, sounds good to me."

She smiled and nodded, it would be their only hope to change Joffrey's ways. He had to experience what he had caused and there was only one way to go about doing that.

End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.