#jojen x bran

[the-fiction-witch]

My Lord

Media Game Of Thrones

Character Jojen Reed

Couple Jojen X Reader

Rating SMUT

Warning: Mild Choking in a non-violent way, mostly just playful

I laid in my mossy, fur-covered bed trying to cling to the land of sleep for just a few moments more, but the hustle and bustle already going on in the keep of greywater had forced me to be at least half awake. But I did my best to try and cling to sleep in my bed stroking my fingers across the furs, I heard the sound of a door and footsteps but I just tried to bundle myself closer.

"Good Morning My Lord," her delicate voice speaks up,

I turned over and opened my eyes to see the owner of that sweet voice, she stood by the end of the bed in her small but thick mossy green dress with a leather belt and a leather strap around her thigh with her little tools against her charming pale skin with her chain necklace around her neck. Her hair was in a braid down her back and her hands were in front of her stomach with her cheery gentle smile.

"Good Morning, Y/n." I yawned sitting up with a few blinks and stretches trying to wake myself up and she just smiled so happily, she's such a cute little maid, even if our relationship had turned to far more than maid and lord over our time together and I had taken… liberties with her, as I'm sure any lord does with a pretty maid, and I'd had her in my bed more often then not.

"good morning, your father has requested your attendance at the grand meeting this afternoon, and the blacksmith is coming by after to fit you for your new armour," she explained with her usual warm smile,

I groaned and laid my head back on the pillow, "Do I have to?" I pouted,

"Yes My lord,"

"can't I get out of it at all?"

"Would you like some breakfast or a bath first this morning?" She smiled not letting me get away with my whining,

I put the pillow over my head, "I'm not hungry you know I can't watch this early. and I'm not interested in a bath this morning,"

"I know, but given your father's grand meeting… Would a bath not be wise My Lord?" She smiled in her usual encouraging way,

"you know me too well." I chuckled and threw the pillow to the side, "fine. I'm just not going to enjoy it."

"I shall do my best to make sure you do," she giggled patting my fluffy bedhead of hair before she went to make my bath,

She hurried over, taking the cauldron from the fire and filling the wooden bath, she added some flowers from the marshes to make the water sweet-scented and she returned coming to the edge of the bed and opening her arms invitingly,

For a moment I playfully rolled my eyes, I don't want a bath but I know I don't have a way out of it. I pushed my covers back and took her help to get me out of bed, she then smiled and slowly stripped off my clothes, doing her best not to look even after all this time. It made me smirk that she's still so shy watching those sweet Y/e/c eyes as she unlaces my clothes, once I was completely naked blush flooded her cheeks before she led me to the tub so I climbed in without much complaint.

The water was hot and sweet-scented and admittedly it was relaxing. "Not too long a bath though just a quick one,"

"I promise I'll be a quick one," She smiled, "Would you like me to go my lord?"

"Why? you not usually go." I laughed, "Nothing you haven't seen before Y/n" I laughed half joking, "I bet you get good views from where you're standing," I playfully winked at her,

She giggled, "Exquisite views undoubtedly My Lord."

She's so cute, I smiled and did my best to just enjoy my bath for a while even if I was missing something so I glared at her a little and she spoke up,

"would you like my help today My Lord or not? I don't want to be a bother I know you're not your most cheery today," she said doing her best not to look but I know she did,

I smirked a bit, "You should know me better by now. Can we skip the pretence, though? I mean, let's be honest. You were always going to "help" me."

"I suppose, I just didn't want to make you more upset, I never like to see you upset My Lord," she explained as she came and perched her body on the bath running her gentle fingers through my hair, her hands and the warm water help loosen his muscles even more,

"I appreciate it, Y/n. I do. It's just that some days I would rather just be here with you than deal with my father's politicking, you know?"

"umm, he cares for the politics of the realm and the strength of your family, that is something to be proud of to have him so passionate about the pride and glory of your house even if he does at times fail to see the tiredness of those he is forcing to rise, perhaps soon things will be calm when the war is over when the king has an heir when all is good with the uncertain matters," she sweetly explained,

Her voice was so gentle and caring but her hands worked slow enough to make it relaxing but fast enough to get her work done to not keep me in the bath too long, she even began to hum a gentle song as her hands washed my hair massaging my scalp a little in a relaxing way like she was itching my brain, it was enough to force a moan from my lips. Her hands continued washing down my body as she often did cleaning me as well as she could,

She giggled as her washing had brought her hands to my hips and she moved to whisper in my ear, "Do I have your permission, My Lord?"

I opened his eyes slowly and looked at her with a slightly sly smirk, "Permission to do what?"

"to clean," she giggled her hand stroking my lower stomach and hips,

I smirked biting my lip a little "You certainly may Y/n. I will vastly enjoy it."

"I like to ask just in case you wish to do so yourself" she giggled,

Her hands cleaned my thighs and hips making sure she got every inch I know she was teasing me about where I so badly wanted her hand, my hard cock sitting up out of the water waiting for her touch, and finally shave gave it her hand soft and gentle making sure not to be too rough that she'd hurt me but also not to slow as to not keep me excited, but not too excited but that wasn't gonna happen, as soon as I felt her hand it send waves through my body, I bit my lip trying to hide my moans as my eyes rolled back

"Oh… Y/n, that feels so good." I groaned, taking my hand out of the bath to hold her hair tugging her closer until I could feel her warm breath on my neck, "Uhhh Yes! Y/n… Ummm harder!"

"I'm glad you're enjoying your bath, my lord," she giggled moving harder and faster as I asked her,

I smirked and turned my head kissing her cheek, jaw and throat in my desperation for more,

"Yes my lord?" she playfully smiled a little wicked of her,

"You're so beautiful Y/n," I whispered between kisses, "Ummm Master wants you."

"My lord?" she blushed,

"You heard me," I growled,

I cupped her cheek and kissed her soft lips which were enough to send shivers down my spine, but I coulodn/t wait I kissed her passionately and lustfully heavily making out with her pulling her closer and closer until she sat on my lap one hand on her waist wrapped around her back the other on her cheek rubbing my thumb against her skin, having dragged her completely in my bath with me her dress now heavy and soaked with my bath water, she kisses back happily even if she often giggles shyly.

I had never felt so happy, to feel her body against my own, hold her in my arms, the warm water around us, it felt like a dream.

I began to feel lightheaded just from the thrill of it all so I finally pulled away to her red blushing face looking into those deep Y/E/C eyes I felt… lustful more so than ever, I felt possessive, I felt jealous of the thought of any man on Westeros could ever get the chance to see her the way I do, and all I could do as whisper one single word.

"Mine."

"Pardon My Lord?" She blushed rather surprised at my words,

"You are mine. No one else is to have your affection, not like this. Do you understand?" I demanded in a low but quiet tone,

"Of course, I am your handmaiden, My Lord, I am yours," she said taking my hand kissing it and moving my hand so my fingers stroked the chain around her neck,

the chain that leant she was a servant girl, a handmaiden, that she belonged in the service of my family, of me.

It made me smirk to be reminded of it, that she was mine. she belonged to me, she'd do as I asked of her, her body was mine, her neck was mine, and her lips were mine.

"You are mine. and nothing can take you from me?"

"I am yours, my lord," she nodded with a sweet smile,

I smirked and pulled on her chain a little "Mine." I whispered,

"Yes my lord,"

I smirked kissing and biting all over her skin each kiss hard and fast stealing her breath as I did them, I didn't care her dress was soaked, I didn't care the bath was getting cold, I didn't care about the land, the duties, the house, my meetings, all of that was far away and all that matters is us two.

I groaned, "Ummm Y/n… you have no idea how much I desire you. Just the thought of you being with another man makes me furious. You… you belong to me, and I will do anything to keep you my own." I groaned, "I am your master."

"I am yours My Lord Reed, I am utterly yours, as much your property as your sword or your horse, you do not need to be furious at the thought of another as I am only yours," She blushed and Giggled slightly she noticed just how sheer her dress has became from the water, and tried to conceal herself with her hands giving her an innocent look,

I stroked down her neck and shoulders, I glide my hands down her soaking dress feeling every inch of her body below it forcing her hands away to see how her mossy green dress now thick with water had turned slightly sheer revealing her body below much better,

"Don't… don't hide yourself from me. If another man were to see you, of course, that would infuriate me, but I don't want you to hide yourself from me. I want to see you, all of you, just like this. You are mine."

"I am your My Lord, I just cannot help but be shy" she blushed, Her shyness was so cute but that time was over,

"You should not be shy around me. You should not ever try to hide from me. I am yours, and you are mine. You have nothing to be shy about with me. This is how master wants you. This is how master likes my handmaiden to look."

"In a soaking wet dress?"

"In a soaking wet dress. In nothing. You're beautiful no matter what you wear. Even more so when you're dressed like this. It makes you seem… more… vulnerable…"

"vulnerable?"

"Yes, vulnerable," I whispered milking that word as long as I could, "ummm master likes you vulnerable," I growled, "So beautiful and innocent. So shy. I don't know why I've ever let you wear much clothing at all."

"My Lord! Surely you wouldn't want me doing my handmaiden duties in the nude," she teased,

"The thought has crossed my mind." I smirked back, "You would look gorgeous, Ummmm would you do that? would you do it for master?"

"but I'm not sure I'd get much work done My Lord any time I wake up you'd drag me into bed, or if I bent to change the bed you'd throw me over it, I don't think I could even walk across the room without taking your attention from your work"

I couldn't disagree with you. You're exactly right. Every time you walked near me, I would be on my feet in an instant just to get you off yours. I'd be dragging you behind me into the rooms just so we could be alone." I growled, the longer I let my eyes linger the more I need her, "In fact… nothing is stopping us from doing that now, is there?"

"but your bath My Lord"

"And why would I need to continue my bath? It was simply an excuse for us to be alone." I smirked, "I have what I was hoping for. You're here, I have your attention. Don't you want to please me?"

"but you have the grand meeting this afternoon," she playfully says,

"I do. but it can wait." I smirked, "I'm afraid you have no choice, my innocent handmaiden."

"yes My Lord" she nodded, climbing out of the bathtub and peeling off her soaked dress leaving her exposed completely with nothing but her chain around her neck, immediately I groaned biting my lip and trying not to moan as she slipped her dress off revealing her bare back, bare thighs and bare ass still with a mark from my teeth marks in it a few nights ago, she giggled and she turned back to face me her hands Innocently behind her back as she revealed her breasts slightly jiggling as she moved and her glistening pussy, she stood far enough from the bath I couldn't reach her, "does this please you My Lord Reed?" She cooed in her most innocent of tones,

"UMmmmm! Ohh Y/n! Yes… yes, it does please me. Turn around. And keep your back to me." I demanded she did as I asked turning to have her back to me I immediately got out of my bath and went over pressing my body against her running my hands all over her as I kissed her neck, stroking her pussy, fondling her breasts, her ass, running my fingers up her waist,

"Yes my Lord?" she smiled wickedly over her shoulder,

"Ummm Master wants you." I groaned grabbing her chain and pulling it hard so much her hands gripped around it in front of her throat as I pulled it back hard like I was pulling on her hair, "Now." I demanded in her ear,

"Yes, my lord."

I smirked and let her chain go before I turned her to face me and gave her a passionate kiss as I lifted her up under her ass and took her to my bed.

[lovebaela]

THE DRAGON OF THE NORTH - MASTERLIST

(Bran Stark x Fem!Targaryen OC)

A/N - Not gonna lie yall, I’m more productive with this story on Wattpad 😭😭 I think I might stick with posting on there instead. The chapters I’ve posted here have been slightly changed there too. I’ll put the link of it below.

https://www.wattpad.com/story/367425499?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=lovebaela

“ 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏 , 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝑶𝒍𝒅 𝑽𝒂𝒍𝒚𝒓𝒊𝒂 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒆 , 𝒊 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒏’𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒅 .”

⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ 𝑹𝑯𝑨𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑨 𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑮𝑨𝑹𝒀𝑬𝑵 ⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Rhaella is the daughter of Mad King Aerys’ younger brother. Before the rebellion of Robert Baratheon, he fled to the Summer Isles, where he fell in love with a woman. He married her and they both consummated their marriage. Rhaella doesn’t know much about her parents, and always struggled with having a true home. One fateful day, her cousin Viserys sent her away to the Starks. Little did he know, that was the start of her journey of self-discovery.

“ 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒂 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒌 , 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝑴𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒆 , 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆’𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒅 . 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 .”

⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ 𝑩𝑹𝑨𝑵 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑲 ⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Bran is the fourth child of Eddard Stark and Catelyn Tully. All he ever wanted was to become a knight. He always thought one day he would join the kingsguard. That was until the day he found out he was betrothed to Rhaella. He didn’t think much of it, still able to be a warrior…until the day he became broken. All he wants is to find a purpose now in his life.

✮ ₊ Chapters ✧ ᵔ₊ 𓆪

1, 2, 3, 4

Disclaimer: I don’t own asoiaf, any pictures, or gifs that I use in the series🤍

Art by eleneyaart, fredrickruntu

Dividers by @saradika-graphics @saradika

Taglist: @lover-of-books-and-tea

[sowthetide]

Chapter 45: Hunger

The snow was still falling thicker than before, kissing her cheeks and slowly washing away the blood. She turned her face up to the iron-grey sky and closed her eyes. “It was a mercy,” she promised.

[theredquill]

fic: i will never die — bloodraven has his ghosts and now bran has his. Heistia Umber, no trace of blood but her hair, like she was trying to dye it red, her white shift, like losing the sight of her in the snow . Jojen Reed, with his terrifying green eyes and haunting dreams. They would haunt him now, all he had to do was wait.

[katherinewinchester13]

And I can still see it all (In my mind)

All of you, all of me (Intertwined)

I once believed love would be (Black and white)

But it's golden (Golden)

And I can still see it all (In my head)

Back and forth from New York (Sneaking in your bed)

I once believed love would be (Burning red)

But it's golden

Like daylight, like daylight

Like daylight, daylight

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Complete 💯

Words:17,961

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✨SHIPS✨ 🩷

Tormund Giantsbane/Jon Snow

Jojen Reed/Bran Stark

Talisa Maegyr/Robb Stark

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DESCRIPTION

Bonds are special gifts from the Old Gods. These Bonds help lead soulmates to one another, but only, legend has it, if both soulmates wear them. They are precious things.

Jon isn't. Jon is not meant to have a Bond, is he? Who would want to be saddled with him as a soulmate anyhow?

Jonmund Soulmate AU

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[shiggyshita]

ShiggyShita’s GOT Masterlist

You can req any of these characters for hcs,drabbles,oneshots,and x reader or x [another character]

if there’s a character you’d like me to do that’s not on the list, please req it!

(read inbox rules)

work key: 🌲-fluff ⚔️-angst 🕷️-smut

Men:

Jon Snow -

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Bran Stark -

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Robb Stark -

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Ned Stark -

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Jorah Mormont -

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Podrick Payne -

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Tyrion Lannister -

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Oberyn Martell -

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Jojen Reed -

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Women:

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Arya Stark -

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Daenerys Stormborn -

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None of these characters are mine! -All from Game Of Thrones-

[marblearkz]

im crazy abt bran stark

[closethedoorandcomehere]

Spoilers, profanity, Jaime x Brienne. Game of Thrones. A Song of Ice and Fire. ASoS Bran III

Close The Door And Come Here - ASoS Bran III

We love the world building, but not so much the mind r*pe. Does Jojen have really good vision, or really good "vision"?

[axelsagewrites]

Lucerys Velaryon*Date

Pairing: Modern!Luke x Gn!reader

Other charecters: Jace, Aegon, Aemond, Bran, Jojen

Summary: Luke finally goes on his date with his study buddy but realises as he's walking round the mall he's being stalked

Word count: 2041

Part two to Study (here) but can be read alone as just a highschool Luke going on his first date with his crush

Masterlist Here

A/N: You can't tell me modern Aegon doesnt make mean girl references and is a himbo

Luke spent every minute of the rest of the week counting down the time till your date. When he told his friends about it the pair didn’t believe him at first. Bran and Jojen had gave Luke all the advice they could think of. Bring mints and gum and brush your teeth first and make sure to use mouth wash. However, none of the three had any clue what to do after that.

This didn’t matter because luckily, or perhaps unfortunately, his uncles and brother had been there when he had secured himself a date. And none of the three had stopped talking about it. at first it was mostly just some banter and teasing but the day before the trio all joined to lecture their new protégée on how to date and how to do it well.

“Don’t let them pay for anything or you’ll look cheap,”

“Don’t go on your phone too much but enough that they think you have friends,”

“Pull their chair out for them,”

“Wear nice shoes. It’s the only thing they’ll notice,”

“Make sure you kiss before the dates over or its basically went bust,”

If not for all three of the boys long dating history Luke would have thought their advice was crazy. But it had worked for them? Hadn’t it? is this just how dates are? Jace even gave him a list of topics to bring up in the conversation died. But it was things about sports and indie music artists which Luke knew nothing about.

“If it comes to it just smile and nod,” Aegon told him. “You just need to look like you’re paying attention,”

Jace had insisted to their mother about dropping him off at the mall where he had agreed to meet over text. These texts were all drafted by Jace and Aemond however, even they didn’t trust Aegon to do the talking.

When they arrived Luke’s legs suddenly felt like jelly, and he sat staring into space. Jace put a hand on his shoulder, “Hey, you got this,” he said, for once being sincere, “Text me if you need me,”

“I know what im doing,” Luke mumbled as he clambered out the car to look for you.

It didn’t take too long for Luke to find you inside just by the entrance to The Red Keep shopping mall. Luke was already on the verge of blushing when he saw you. In school you had always been wearing a hoodie or comfy clothes but just like he had you had spent the whole night before picking your outfit, “Hey,” You greeted when you saw him, walking over and giving him a quick hug that made his heart flutter. “I was starting to think you got lost,”

“My brother took me,” Luke said with a faint flush. Jace had taken so long to actually get out of bed this morning he was now 10 minutes late. “I really need to get my driving licence soon,”

It wasn’t much of a joke, but you laughed anyway which made him smile. “Laughing is good. It means they’re into you,” Aegon had told him. “Well, when you do get it, I expect to be the first person to get a ride,” your voice snapped him back.

“Of course,” Luke grinned as you began to walk the mall, “As long as you promise to tell me what turn to take. I get lost easy,”

“Okay,” you said, your voice light with a hint of laughter, the sweet sound of it swimming in Luke’s head, “Left turn in three, two, one,” you said before grabbing his arm to steer him into a store so you could look at a few things.

However, when you walked in Luke felt his phone buzz in his pocket.

Ur doing great dude – JoJo

Luke looked up with narrowed eyes before he started to try scan the mall to see if his friends were in fact stalking him. That’s when he saw Bran and Jojen sitting at the opposite side of the mall at the fountain, waving at him to turn around.

When he did, he was met with your confused face, “Are you good?” you asked.

“Um yeah sorry I thought I heard something,” Luke said with a sorry smile as he turned his attention to the novelty sunglasses you were holding, “You suit them,” he joked.

“They’re for you,” You grinned as you placed the martini shaped sunglasses on his head. “I’m more a flamingo person myself,”

“Nah if you get to pick mine, I pick yours,” Luke said as he scanned the stall before handing you the cactus ones and gently placing them on your face. He blushed when your soft skin brushed against his fingers, “Perfect,” he grinned.

“Let’s take a picture,”

As Luke and you continued window shopping around the mall he sent Jojen a text telling him to go home but they clearly didn’t listen since Luke kept getting them snapping him pictures of himself on snapchat, “Is everything okay? you’ve been on your phone a lot,” you asked causing Luke to blush bright red.

He’d broke one of Aemond’s rules, “Nah its just my friends being weirdos,” Luke tried to play it off, slipping his phone away and praying he hadn’t come off as an asshole.

Luckily you laughed, “Don’t worry mine are the same. I’ll be getting interrogated when I go home,” Luke couldn’t help but chuckle since his brother was defiantly going to do the same, “Im shocked they didn’t follow us here,” you joked.

Luke’s eyes widened before he quickly tried to act cool again and failed, “What that’s crazy who would do that?” Luke blushed as he looked around the mall for a distraction, “Hey wanna get food?”

Changing the subject had worked since now Luke stood beside you ordering in the food court. He had made sure to get his wallet out before you could grab your own money and he thought it was adorable the way you blushed when he paid for you. at least he had finally started doing this date right. “I’m gonna go grab us a table,” you said while Luke stayed to wait for the food.

“I was gonna pull your chair out for you,” Luke mumbled without thinking and blushed pink when you called him out.

“I can pull my own chair out,” you rolled your eyes with a playful smile before turning to find the table.

Luke spent the next couple minutes trying to remain calm as he checked his messages from Jo and Bran and waited for the food.

I actually think it’s going well btw they’re amazing guys

Luke carried the tray of food over however he stopped in his tracks when he saw the table a couple behind yours. Three shit eating grins were facing right at him. Luke swore under his breath as he took his seat across from you, but you looked none the wiser to the fact his family had managed to track him down and were now intently staring at his every move.

He had sat his phone on the table which had turned out to be a mistake since the thing kept buzzing. “Someone’s popular,” you joked as it lit up again, “Who’s texting so much?”

When he looked at his phone he rolled his eyes, “Just a couple idiots. Ignore it,” he said tossing his phone into his jacket pocket, “I wanna spend time with you not my screen,”

The blush that spread across your cheeks almost made him not see Aegon mouthing at him to look at his phone. “I’ve got an idea,” you said, standing and taking the tray over to the bin.

“What’s that?” Luke asked as he helped you throw everything out.

“How about we run up and try catch the next screening of the Mario movie so that way we can shake off your stalkers?”

Luke’s face suddenly grew a bright shade of red, “What stalkers- “

“Please are you kidding me?” you laughed as you began to walk away with Luke towards the elevator, “We’ve got like 5 people tailing us. Bran and Jojen were staring at me while I ate,”

“I didn’t even see them,” he admitted as he got into the elevator with you, “Why not the stairs?” he asked as he pressed the 3rd floor button.

“So, they can’t see us,” you grinned.

Your friend had been on shift at the movie counter and with the promise of copying your math homework agreed to tell Luke’s family and friends the movie was sold out if they came up. Luckily the movie was loud enough to drown out the complaints of the mouthy unlikely group trying to sneak in.

Luke knew the classic yawn stretch over the shoulder trick from movies but despite how well the date seemed to be going he just couldn’t muster up the guts to do it. Aemond would probably be internally screaming if he could see Luke’s constant awkward glances as he debated trying out the trick during the prequals.

When you glanced back, and your eyes met Luke’s face flushed and his eyes shot back to the screen to pretend to watch the weird comedy advert that was on. He didn’t see you roll your eyes, but he did almost shiver when he felt the soft skin of your hand touching his. Luke glanced at you with a shy smile as he took your hand properly into his. The way your lips curved so perfect made him forget all about his stalker situation. Then the lights dimmed, and Luke’s attention went back to the screen. That was until your head moved to rest on his shoulder and he internally melted.

“That songs gonna be stuck in my head for the rest of the week,”

“How about the rest of my life?” You laughed along with Luke as the lights in the theatre brighten up so you could try stumble out of the tightly packed seats. Your hand still in his.

As you walked out of the theatre and to the elevators Luke couldn’t help but think how lucky he had gotten and how many more of these dates he craved. It was cliché but he noted how perfectly your hand fit in his.

“Do you think they’re still here?” You asked. Luke hadn’t realised he was rubbing his thumb back and forth over your skin, but the feeling made it hard for you not to flush and keep your smile cool.

“Well, Jace is my ride, so I’d hope so,” he said, “Do you need a lift home?”

“Nah I’m getting picked up by my folks. Can’t wait for the interrogation,” you joked, and Luke grinned.

“At least they didn’t stalk you,” he said.

Your sweet laugh was still magic to his ears, “Yeah but they text me five minutes ago to say they’re close by,”

Luke didn’t want the night to end but truthfully neither did you. “I guess I should walk you to the parking lot,”

“Suck a gentleman,” you teased.

On your walk the conversation flowed easily and luckily without interruption from Luke’s stalkers. When you arrived at the glass doors that led to the parking lot you stopped him suddenly and walked to the side, just out of view of the car park. “You good?” he asked.

“Yeah um” You said, glancing at the door, “I just didn’t want my parents to see me yet. I had a really good time today,”

“Me too,” Luke smiled, eyes only on you, “We should do it again sometime,”

“I guess this is me,” you smiled back at him but didn’t move.

Luke didn’t feel nervous anymore as he looked into your eyes. That was until he noticed your eyes glance at his lips. He swallowed a slight lump in his throat when he glanced at yours. they were so perfect. When he looked back at your eyes, he noticed how your smile had reached them. With one last deep breath Luke started to dip his head.

He was fully prepared to be hit or slapped or kicked as he closed his eyes, lips brushing onto yours. but instead, he felt you step closer, your lips moulding to his for a soft but sweet kiss. It only lasted a couple seconds but Luke had got drunk off your touch in that time, your hands still in his.

You pulled back with a shy grin, having to bite your lip to contain yourself but that just drove Luke wild, “We should do that again sometime,” he mumbled, still in a dazed.

“Maybe on our next date,” you grinned, “Just maybe somewhere more private,”

“I’m sure I can figure something out,” he smiled. Your phone buzzed and you pulled it out to see a text from your parents, “Should I walk you to your car?”

“Walk me to the edge of the car park and wave otherwise they’ll haul you in with us,”

Luke did as he was told without complaint despite his hand suddenly feeling empty when you had to let it go. He waved with the same hand that had been blessed with your touch and his eyes were glued to the car when it drove off.

A car honk brought him back from his bliss. “Get in loser,” Jace yelled from the front seat.

“We’re going shopping,” Aegon pipped up from the back with a grin as he leaned over and opened the door for Luke to clamber in.

Aemond sat in the passenger seat up the front, because he could not fathom letting anyone else control the music, “Someone looks happy,” he said.

Luke rolled his eyes as he buckled into his seat and Jace started to drive off. “Did you see where my friends went by the way?”

“I gave them a lift to the Starks’s,” Jace said as he turned the music down much to Aemond’s protest. He was a bit surprised, but Jace had been used as Luke’s and his friends personal taxi service for the better part of a year since his parents got him his car.

“Enough about they virgins,” Aegon said causing Luke to roll his eyes. “Tell us everything,”

“Spare no detail,” Jace added with a grin as they set off home.

Luke was in for a long night, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was you.

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[crownedtargaryen]

might i request some modern bran where he's been in love with his best friend the past few years but hasn't said anything because he doesn't want to make things weird in their friend group with meer and jojen? 👀with these staying the staying the night prompts mayhaps?

❝  i know this might sound weird but,  do you wanna stay over?  i guess ‘sleepover’ sounds kind of childish but.  i think it’d be nice.  ❞

and

❝  chivalry is overrated,  get in my bed.  ❞

fruits. - modern!bran, modern!jojen

MASTERLIST pairing: modern!bran & modern!jojen x reader (a/n): i appreciate this request so much thea 🥹🥹 you know how much i love bran 🤍🤍 REQUESTS ARE OPEN!! also he isn’t in a wheelchair in this cause i just think it’d be easier to write a sexual scene where he’s dominant if he can walk CW: jealousy, p in v sex, unprotected sex, jojen is on the phone, slight food play?, degradation mixed with praise (words like slut, whore, all that jazz are kinda used), possessiveness, bran takes some pictures and videos of you while having sex all notes are appreciated. words: 3k tag list: @fairysluna @twizzy123 @hopelesswritergall @howyouloveyourdragon @clairacassidy @ad-astra-again

Years slip from Bran's fingertips, his love for me growing daily.

We'd met when we were around nine, being insufferable ever since. Bran followed me like a hopeless puppy, chasing me as I slipped from his fingertips. I always found someone new and would come to him crying, heartbroken that yet another disgusting person had shattered that loving heart of mine. He held me for years, always being there when I needed him the most. He did struggle with showing his affection toward me, coming off as merely friendly and caring to me, never showing any signs of feelings. I grew hyper-aware of my blossoming affection for Brandon Stark when I reached sixteen but stayed silent due to his stiffness when I brought up romantics. I'd always assumed he was in love with Meer since after she and her brother Jojen had joined your group, he seemed weirdly tense and much quieter than previously. I never wished to press, but some underlying jealousy burrowed within me. Or perhaps, he loved Jojen? It was definitely on the table with how he looked at the boy, and Jojen grinned awkwardly in return.

I'm affectionate, always hugging Jojen and Meer as they flush and laugh, returning the affection. However, Bran seemed uncomfortable with my love since they joined, significantly pushing himself away from my touch since his voice had dropped. It may be a puberty thing; I was still determining. That was until this particular night when I realized I had misread his signals drastically. That he, in fact, craved my affections, but not in a way I so thought.

We walked to Bran's car since he was my ride; Jojen had been riding with Meer since she got her license. I could tell Bran was extra tense today, his breathing staggered, and his cheeks grew pink as he clenched the right strap of his bag. We say nothing, getting inside the vehicle as I toss my bag into the back seat and look over to him, watching as he clumsily shoves the key into the hole and turns it, his left hand stroking over the wheel slowly and then clenching it. The way his calloused fingers traced the material of the wheel, so tender as he then gripped it as his thumb rubbed over it, seemingly soothing it as if it was a person.

That stirred something inside me, more than I wished to admit.

I was brought out of my trance as Bran spoke, looking at me nervously. "Look, I know this might sound weird," he starts, inhaling shakily and avoiding eye contact. "Do you maybe wanna stay over? I guess 'sleepover' sounds childish, but. It'd be nice." In all our years, he's never invited me to sleep at his house, and my parents are always surprised when I come home. They seemed to be waiting for the day I just stayed the night with Bran, given we've known each other for ages, and they trusted him not to do anything inappropriate. Boy, were they wrong. He starts awkwardly apologizing and insisting if I feel uncomfortable, I don't have to come over, but I merely laugh. He stops talking, cheeks red with embarrassment.

"Hey, hey! Breathe," I laugh, raising a brow. "I'm gonna stay the night. Let me text my parents." The tension in the car eases as he drives off to his house, seeming quite ambitious and unreasonably excited about this.

The drive is long and drawn out, the silence in the car prominent. I look at him out of the corner of my eye ad see a bit of sweat rolling down his brow, noting his shuffling as he purses his lips. He pushes up his glasses with the back of his hand, noticing me staring and smiling sweetly at me in return to my gaze. I glance at his phone, and he catches the hint.

"Oh, right. Music," he laughs, stopping at a red light and quickly putting on a tune. Bran was a huge Hozier and Weezer fan, which was weirdly fitting. His voice fits so well with Hozier, but Weezer fits his personality. We'd gotten into countless arguments over if you could consider Weezer music, and he's turned me to his side every time. Though, to each their own. I hear the soft tune, relieved he decided to put on Hozier instead of the latter, Bran murmuring the words as he turns up the radio and continues to drive.

That's when I notice the song playing- Someone New by Hozier- a brow raising. He pats the drum beat on his wheel, nodding to the words and singing quietly. I take in every word, knowing Bran focused on lyrics rather than the rhythm and pacing of his music. This song had to be directed to Meer. I'll need to ask him sometime tonight about his feelings toward her.

We'd pulled up to his house, all his siblings and cousin out, besides Robb, who was home sick then. We walked in and immediately were met with Robb Stark walking out of the kitchen, shirtless with shorts on and a bowl of cereal in his calloused hands. I look up at his face, trying to avoid staring at his chest, lined with faint scars and a tuft of chest hair, his happy trail visible right above the waist of his pants. His eyes scanned me, then Bran. I watch his hand run through his beautiful curls, then scratch his facial hair with a slight smirk.

"Brought your girlfriend?" Robb coos, making my cheeks burn. When I look at Bran, I see a faint warning glare across his eyes. My eyes trail down, widening slightly at the strain between his legs on his pants. I quickly avert my gaze. No fucking way; he was hard as all hell right now. "Don't have too much fun." Robb's remark makes Bran audibly grumble, leaving me mildly offended. What was that for? Did he not find me appealing? I look back to his brother, who is now lazed on the couch and turning on the TV, eyes lidded as he watches and munches on his cereal without worrying about the world around him.

Trying to brush over the remark, I walk to the kitchen and open the fridge, grabbing some strawberries and grapes.

Before I could ask if he wanted anything, Bran grabbed my hand and tugged me to his room, slamming the door and sighing loud, running his hands down his face. "I'm sorry about him; you know how he is," Bran grumbles, making me chuckle as I sit on his bed. "Did he make you uncomfortable?" I notice the worry crossing his face, a sincere smile coming to my lips.

"Nah, not at all. Didn't know I was your girlfriend though, coulda been consoled on that," I tease, watching as Bran rolls his eyes and sits next to me, lying back as he looks at the ceiling.

Hours pass of idle chitchat and playing some board and video games together, but then it comes to a game of truth or dare.

"I dare you," I drag out, smiling at him as I lean in. "To kiss me." Bran's cheeks flush as he swallows hard, glances at my lips, and then back into my eyes. "Don't worry; it can be just a peck."

His kiss catches me off guard, his lips suddenly on mine without warning. It's deeper than I thought it'd be, his hand cupping my cheek as he presses his chest to mine for a moment. As he pulls away, I feel dizzy and breathless.

"Truth or dare," he whispers, lips hovering over mine. I take my lower lip between my teeth, slowly pulling from him and examining his features. "Truth." Bran liked my response, wetting his lips with flushed cheeks.

"You like anyone?" He asks as his brows knitted anxiously. I see a sense of hope in his eyes, making my heart ache.

"Of course I do," I play it cool, laughing weakly and pretending to lack understanding. "Truth or dare?"

"Hit me with a truth," he smiles. I can tell he's happy by my response.

"Do you like Meer?" I blurt out without a second thought, a question I've held in for years. Surprise corrupts his previously playful expression.

"What? Why would I like Meer?" Bran asks, making me feel humiliated at such a question.

"I don't know, you just are constantly with her and always being weirdly flirty. I sometimes feel pushed aside, you know?" I murmur, fiddling with my hands and avoiding looking at him.

I hear him chuckle as he moves his hand to my cheek, palms soft as he makes me look at him. "I thought you liked Jojen; why are you acting all jealous over the possibility of me liking Meer?" he murmurs as I widen my eyes.

"Jojen?! Heck no! I've been in love with you, you idiot!" I rush out the words, realizing what I'd just admitted. My breath hitches; time feels as if it's frozen. Holy shit, I just ruined my friendship; he hates me; this is it.

My thoughts stop when his lips are on mine like before. I whine into his loving action, moving my hands to his hair and inhaling shakily against his lips, his tongue brushing my bottom lip. Our tongues dance in a forbidden tango, saliva mixing as he pulls away much sooner than I wished.

"Let me lock the door," he pants out, pecking my lips as he scrambles. My eyes trail to the fruit resting on the bedside table as I reach over and eat a grape, the juice spurting out and down my chin. I laugh, going to wipe it off but hearing Bran's stern voice. "No, no. Stay still." his tone is calm as he trails over to me, grabbing my chin and licking the juice trailing down my neck. The lick lines my neck, up my chin, and to my lips, where he feverishly kisses me. I stand closer to him, trailing my hands up his shirt and gently clawing at his back as he picks me up and lets me hook my legs around his waist.

"I'm gonna love you right, sweetheart," he murmurs into the kiss, biting my bottom lip tauntingly. "You're fuckin' beautiful." I laugh softly, moving from his lips and raising a brow.

"Well aren't you chivalrous?" I tease, watching as he rolls his eyes and huffs.

"Chivalry is overrated; you're getting in my bed," he demands, tossing me onto the mattress and tugging my shirt over my head, taking in the sight of my upper body as his strained cock twitches in his pants. "Holy hell." slowly, he reaches beneath me, unclasps my bra, slips it away from my torso, and watches as it falls in front of the bedside table. Bran's eyes trail to the fruits with a mischievous grin, looking at me with a pleading gaze. "Can I try something?"

"Just be gentle," I plea, watching as he stalks over to the bedside, slipping off his shirt and tossing it down next to my discarded bra. He grabs strawberries and grapes, setting them next to my torso as he slips off my pants and underwear, pausing momentarily to take in the sight of my glistening cunt, dripping with slickness. He nearly audibly gulps, whimpering quietly as his hand strokes up my thigh and to my cunny, rolling his thumb in circles on my neglected bud. I writhe, closing my eyes and whining his name under my breath. My hips desperately follow his touch, thighs trembling lightly as he moves his other hand to the cut strawberries and traces it down my torso with a slight squeeze. The juice traces my left nipple to my right, down my stomach, and then to my aching lower lips. He pops the fruit into his mouth, eating it as he moves down and licks over my sensitive chest, taking in the taste of my sweet citrusy body wash with the tangy strawberry juice. His licks trail from one nipple to the next, massaging each breast when moving between them as he grinds his clothed cock between my legs, making me shiver in delight yet mild frustration. His licks then move down my stomach and to my cunt where I inhale sharply as he trails his tongue between my soaked folds and to my bud, wrapping his lips over it with a soft whimper as he slips off his pants and abuses the clit with his mouth, tongue wandering slightly to my entrance before moving back up, his fingers prodding my hole. The moment he pushes them in, filling me with his middle and ring finger, I hear my phone buzzing. Lazily, I grab it from my side and look at the person in question, showing Bran, who is looking up between my legs, still tending to my lower piece.

Jojen.

"Answer it," Bran demands, seeing my confusion. "Now." He waits until I accept the call before he pushes his fingers in and out vigorously and multiplies the abuse on my cunt, making me moan loudly into the phone, interrupting Jojen's hello.

"Everything okay?" Jojen asks after a moment of silence. I can't stop panting, trying to swallow it down as Bran smiles against my pussy, continuing his tentative actions to my now-swollen clit. "Hey, you hear me?" his voice is now contorted to worry.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm great," I pant out, closing my eyes and whimpering into the phone, hips bucking into Bran's mouth. Jojen goes silent again as I hear a faint rustling from the other side of the phone, then a closing of what I can only assume is his bedroom door. "Gods, I'm sorry… What do you need?" I stifle a moan as Bran's fingers touch a spongy spot inside me, making me gasp shakily and bite my tongue.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Jojen asks once more, ignoring my question. I hear shuffling again, the clinking of a belt. I look to Bran, who pops off my clit for a moment. Perhaps Jojen is just changing, right? "You keep making noises."

"Tell him. Tell him who's making you feel this good," he whispers, licking a stripe along my folds and under my clit, then wrapping his lips around the bud.

"I- Uh… You called during Bran's treat," I whine out, hearing Jojen let in a shaky inhale. Bran urges me to put it on speaker, which I gladly do.

"Should I hang up?" He says after a drawn-out silence, his voice weaker. Bran shakes his head, urging me to tease him.

"No, no… Stay. Your voice is driving me crazy, Jojie." I whine out, Bran's gaze becoming possessive and fiery as he pops off my lower piece and slips off his boxers, grinding his cock to my damp cunt. I hear Jojen draw in a long groan, making my insides ache. Fucking pervert, I love it.

"Gods… You sound so sweet, angel." Jojen pants out, a bit of a wetter noise coming from the other line. I grin, biting my lip and inhaling sharply as Bran sheathes himself inside my velvety entrance, making my hips jerk, and my eyes roll back with a pained moan. "I wish I was there, fuck." I'd never heard Jojen swear. I'd be lying if I said it hadn't turned me on even more. I watch as Bran holds himself back from pushing inside, grabbing his phone and fumbling for the camera, angling the photo to capture his cock buried inside me. I hear a faint vibration from Jojen's side, making me flush in embarrassment. Though I can't dwell on such a feeling for long as Bran thrusts his hips and dives deep into that spongy spot, he took advantage of earlier, making me see stars and cry out his name.

Jojen's breathing grows incredibly labored on the other side with pitiful moans and pleas for more, which Bran provides tenfold with videos.

"Such a good girl, baby. My fucking whore." he murmurs, moving down and kissing along my neck, pounding deep into my soaking insides that clamp around his piece. "You're. Mine." he glances at the phone and then into my eyes possessively, making me whimper and nod. I soft moan Jojen's name hearing him inhale sharply and whimper out my name in return. Bran's phone dings and I watch as he opens a video from Jojen.

The video is only a minute, with Jojen stroking his long and weeping uncut cock as his hips stutter and push into his hand. Oh, what I'd give to have that stuffed in me too. Bran and Jojen were both quite large. It's always the lengthy men.

Bran notices my star-struck expression and tosses his phone away, grabbing my chin and making me look at him as I whimper. "Such a filthy girl, thinking about Jojen's cock stuffing that pretty mouth of yours," he coos, smiling down at me. I feel my peak inching closer, his hips slamming into mine as he pants and grows dazed, seemingly obsessed with this feeling as he slows his thrusts and draws his cock in and out, embracing the way I pulse around him and cry out, begging him to move faster. Jojen immediately goes to FaceTime; his camera set him to where I can see his cock leaking with pre. I eye the sight, helpless and whining. Bran helps me set up the camera, then pins me down by the wrists and pounds me into oblivion, hips shaking and thighs trembling as we both near our climax.

"Holy shit, I'm gonna-" he can't finish his sentence, letting out the most pitiful and bottoming-out moan I've ever heard, burying his face in my neck as I reach my peak, watching Jojen stroke vigorously to his own, shooting a long string of cum onto his neck and chest. We ride out this high together, stopping around the same time as Bran pants and grinds his hips, nuzzling his nose into my neck.

"Don't get comfy yet; we're done when Jojen gets to drain his cock inside this filthy cunt too."

[the-fiction-witch]

Fate

Media - Game Of Thrones Character - Jojen Reed Couple - Jojen X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - 12 Word Count - 3273

The grey sky hung heavy and low, a thick blanket that pressed down against the earth, reluctant to yield to the encroaching darkness of night. Hodor, Rickon, and Shaggy's dog had been absent for far too long, scouring the surrounding woods in search of food. Left behind were only Bran, who remained under Osha's vigilant watch, and Summer, the direwolf, who patrolled the area with a low, steady growl that resonated in the eerie stillness.

As twilight deepened, an unnatural chill seeped into the air, cutting through the last remnants of warmth. Osha tightened her grip on her spear, her senses on high alert as she caught Summer's instinctive reaction a sudden shift in stance, ears pricked, her gaze fixed intently on the dense thickets beyond.

Bran pressed himself against the rough bark of the ancient tree, heart racing, pulse quickening as he strained to catch any sign of movement. The world around him felt charged with palpable tension, a deep-rooted instinct urging him to stay still and vigilant. Then, in the dim light filtering through the leaves, he finally caught sight of it a sliver of movement, a low rustle that hinted at something lurking just beyond the trees, waiting in the shadows.

A shadow glided gracefully between the trees, exuding an otherworldly presence that felt both ghost-like and ethereal. It moved with an eerie silence, disturbing neither the branches nor the leaves, as if it floated through this realm without truly belonging to it.

Eventually, the shadow took form, revealing a tall man with striking blonde hair, dressed in heavy green garments that blended seamlessly with the forest around him. His attire seemed almost like armour, designed for both protection and camouflage. As he stepped closer, the tension in the air shifted, prompting Summer to bark sharply and growl defensively, her instincts on high alert in the presence of this enigmatic stranger.

Osha lept into action and pressed her spear to the back of the man's neck, "Not another step boy. Unless you want to drown in your own blood."

"I'm Unarmed." He answered,

"That was poor planning,"

"We, have no need for weapons."

"Then you're a fool, boy."

He scoffed, "If you wanted me dead you'd have killed me already,"

"Who are you?" Bran ordered, "Why are you here?"

He glared at Osha who moved back her spear, he took slow and confident steps to Summer as the dire wolf barked and growled, but he simply held out his hand, "You must be Summer." The wolf sniffed at his hand and turned tail cuddling up to Bran's leg.

"Why are you here?"

"We have come a long way to find you, Brandon." He said, "And we have much farther to go."

"Who are you."

"I am Jojen of House Reed Son Of Howland Reed,"

"How-Howland. You're Howland Reed's son."

"Correct. And this is my lady of the stars, My wife. Y/n." Jojen turned,

As if summoned by the mere mention of her name, a striking woman appeared at the edge of the clearing behind Osha. Her long, fiery Y/H/C hair was intricately braided, cascading down her back like a vibrant river. She wore a flowing gown of deep purple, its rich fabric contrasting beautifully with the surrounding foliage. However, the hem of her gown was stained with mud, suggesting she had traversed through the elements to reach this hidden sanctuary. The air seemed to shift around her, lending an air of mystery to her presence.

"The Wolf follows the bird in hopes of flying," she said, "He will fall if he doesn't see the sky."

"We know where you are going Brandon, and you are going to need our help," Jojen told him,

I strolled along the narrow path flanked by lush green grass, feeling the warmth of the sun on my face. Jojen's hand was clasped tightly in mine, a comforting presence as we enjoyed the peaceful afternoon. Ahead of us, Rickon dashed excitedly, his laughter ringing out as Shaggydog bounded playfully beside him, their bond evident in every leap and bark.

Meanwhile, Bran stood a short distance away, his gaze focused and intense. I could almost sense the quiet power he wielded as he communicated with the wolves. With a subtle gesture, he instructed them to keep a watchful eye on Rickon, ensuring his little brother would be safe during his games. The air was filled with the sounds of rustling leaves and distant birdsong, creating a serene backdrop to our small adventure in the world of the forest.

"You can get inside his head, see behind his eyes," Jojen said,

"Only in my dreams,"

"That's how it'll start until you learn to control it,"

"All good things begin in dreams," I smiled, "Only once the dreams begin in the day can we start to walk."

Jojen chuckled and softly squeezed my hand,

"Does she… always say things like that?" Bran asked,

Jojen tenderly smiled, "My lady of the stars has been gifted all her life, she sees even what I cannot."

"The three-eyed raven?" Bran asked,

"He comes to us all." Jojen nodded, "Some more than others."

"For why does he come to me?"

"He pays his debts for those who fly." I smiled,

"The Raven brings the sight, he has visited me, visited Y/n and now he comes for you. All of us are right where we should be."

"For what reason?" Bran asked,

"I know not his reasons, but I am sure they are just whatever they are. We saw him together. So the path must now be walked… together." Jojen smiled pressing a gentle kiss to my hand, "The sight will come to you. In time."

"…I think it already has." Bran sighed, "I- I dreamt of how my father died."

"You didn't dream it you saw it."

"Lion-wearing antlers mocks the very wolves it stands on. He shall fall between the roses and they will strangle him dead." I smiled,

"Yes my love," Jojen cooed kissing my cheek, "The sight is powerful, many can see through animals' eyes in their dreams but few see the world the way we do. We see things, and they can be happening now, happening years before, a thousand miles away or what has not yet come to pass. You saw your father die. As did I."

"You saw my father's death?"

"I did." Jojen nodded, "When… I told my father about your father. It was the first time in my life I saw him cry."

I squeezed Jojen's arm tightly making him smile once more, and pet my head gently,

"Your father is Howland Reed?"

"Indeed he is."

"He fought at my father's side in the rebellion."

"You're father told you about the rebellion? Mine never did." Jojen chuckled, "But I saw that too."

"What else do you see?"

"Whatever the gods allow."

I sat beside the crackling fire, mesmerized by the way the logs and twigs surrendered to the dancing flames, their orange glow flickering against the darkening sky. The warmth of the fire wrapped around me like a comforting blanket, but my attention was focused on Jojen, who lay peacefully asleep against the sturdy trunk of the tree nearby. Our hands were entwined, his small fingers resting in mine.

Suddenly, I felt his grip tighten unexpectedly, sending a ripple of concern through me. I turned towards him, my heart racing, and hurried to his side, kneeling in the soft, damp earth to see what had stirred him from his rest.

"What's happening!" Bran asked in a panic,

As Jojen began to shift and jitter his body spasming and seizing,

"The raven makes him fly tonight," I answered holding Jojen in my arms as I always did making sure he would not hurt himself,

"The visions… he's having one now?"

I nodded gently, observing as Jojen slowly began to reconnect with the reality around him. His eyelids fluttered, and a faint tremor ran through him. I reached out, my fingers gliding softly through his hair, soothing the strands that clung to his forehead. As he struggled to sit up, I supported him, helping him balance against me. When he finally focused on my face, a spark of recognition lit his eyes. Instinctively, he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me tightly to his chest. I could feel the warmth of his heartbeat steadying, and to ease his unease, I leaned in close and whispered sweet nothings into his ear gentle words meant to reassure him, to remind him that he was safe with me.

"What did you see?" Bran asked,

"… We must leave. As soon as dawn breaks." Was all he answered with, Pulling me tighter to his chest and kissing my head,

We found ourselves trapped north of the wall, thrown into a damp and dark pigsty, the kind where the walls seemed to breathe with the moisture of the earth. The air was suffocating, thick with the pungent stench of hay, manure, and decay. As we struggled to make sense of our surroundings, a group of old men stepped forward, their weathered faces etched with lines of hardship and resilience, their fierce eyes glinting with suspicion.

With surprising swiftness, they captured us, binding our hands tightly with rough, coarse rope that bit into our skin. Their grip was unyielding, a clear sign of the power they wielded in this desolate place. As they encircled us, they demanded answers in guttural voices that resonated like gravel crunching underfoot.

"What are you doing so north of the wall? You're not wildlings. So… Tell me why you're here?"

"Our business is our own," Bran told him,

"Is it now."

"Hodor!" Hordor shouted in panic,

"Shut your halfwit up. Or I'll sew his mouth shut."

"Hordor, enough," Bran told him silencing him,

"Will your friends be of more help I wonder?"

He turned to Jojen, who glared the man down and even in his bound state put himself between the man and me,

"Where are you going? And why are you here?"

"Our business is ours." Jojen snapped back,

"Is it now… will she tell me?"

"You stay the hell away from her."

"Should I now? Why? Will she tell me what I want to know?"

"No."

"I bet she would. Given… the right kind of persuasion."

"You will not lay a hand on my wife."

"Wife? Now now, hardly fair to keep a pretty thing like that all to yourself. That's not how it works up here north of the wall boy." He smirked, "You have to share your pretty girls." He grabbed me by my arm and I screamed as he tossed my bound body across the sty hooking my bound hands above my head,

"No!" Bran shouted,

"Let her go!" Jojen demanded,

"Whyever would I do that? Rare we get such pretty things up here. I shouldn't waste such an opportunity," He smirked, "Hello pretty girl."

"The crows come for the pigs. Bacon will be served tonight." I told him, "And the pig bones were left to freeze."

"what the fuck does that mean?" He chuckled,

"She's saying you'll die tonight." Jojen laughed, "You and all your men will die. And when you die, the snow will fall and bury your bones. We've seen it,"

he laughed, "What are you then? A band of wizards and warlocks? and your pretty little witch?" He chuckled trying to remove my clothes,

"Leave her!" Jojen demanded,

"We're traveling to the fist!" Bran shouted, "There I told you now leave her alone."

"Why?"

"We have our reasons."

Just then the sounds began outside,

"The crows come" I giggled,

He bolted to go see what was going on, We took our chance and got free managing to escape out into the dark snow during the attack,

"Are you alright?" Jojen asked holding me tightly,

I nodded and gave him a tender kiss as we headed into the night,

I sat quietly, enveloped in the warmth of the fire and tightly cuddled in Jojen's arms. The flames flickered, casting dancing shadows around us, while he gently ran his fingers through my hair, trying to soothe my anxious heart. We both understood that these small gestures provided little real comfort, for the weight of what lay ahead loomed over us like a dark cloud. Each precious moment we had before dawn was a gift, one that we knew we must savour fully. It would be our final night together, our last shared dawn, our last tender kisses before the inevitable morning we had always feared.

We exchanged loving words and sweet whispers, recounting memories and feelings as if we could somehow hold on to the time we had left. Each kiss was filled with emotion sweet and tearful, a mixture of love and sorrow.

As the first light of dawn began to seep through the darkness, a heavy sense of loss washed over me, threatening to spill tears from my eyes. I knew that this was the way it had to be; it had always been this way, a bittersweet cycle we could not escape.

We carefully packed our belongings, the sound of rustling fabric and crunching snow beneath our feet breaking the silence of the early morning. Hand in hand, we walked through the pristine snow, our footsteps leaving brief imprints in the untouched landscape. We paused at the edge of a clearing, gazing up at the majestic tree we had travelled so far to reach, the symbol of our shared journey.

As the others moved forward, drawn to the tree's ancient presence, Jojen and I lingered, reluctant to part ways. We shared a lingering look that spoke volumes a silent conversation filled with all the things we couldn’t say, a mix of love, longing, and the bittersweet understanding of what was to come.

"I love you, I have always loved you, My sweet lady of the stars. My wife. my Y/n." he cooed pressing his forehead to mine,

"My Jojen," I cooed back hugging him as tight as I could,

"I will see you soon. I know it."

I nodded as he gently wiped the tears from my cheeks, and we shared a soft, loving kiss that felt both tender and desperate. The cold air hung around us as we began to make our way down the slope, walking carefully across the fragile ice toward the ancient tree that loomed ahead. Suddenly, the sound of cracking ice echoed ominously through the stillness, sending a chill down my spine as I realized the walkers were breaking through and preparing to attack.

My heart raced, and I felt a deep reluctance to let go of his hand, the warmth of his grip both comforting and grounding. But I could see the urgency in Jojen's eyes, pleading with me to understand the gravity of our situation. We both knew what had to be done.

With one lingering kiss, one that held all the unsaid promises and fears, I reluctantly released his hand, leaving him with the sword that felt heavy with responsibility. Panic surged within me as I took hold of Bran's cart, urging Hodor to move quickly. Together, we raced toward the cave nestled within the roots of the great tree, urgency driving us as the distant sounds of chaos grew louder behind us.

"Y/n! You can't! Jojen-" Bran began,

"He has known. As have I." I told him,

he looked at me and he understood, even if it broke him.

Once Inside the cave safely I looked back and watched as Jojen fell tears flooded my face as they had a hundred times before whenever I had seen this moment,

"Y/n NO!" Bran yelled as I broke from his grip and ran.

I ran as fast as my feet would carry me to his trembling body,

"You know you can't save me…" He gasped,

"I know…" I nodded, "But the gods can give the stars a moment to cry." I wept holding him tightly,

He held me and wiped my tears, "You must go." he whispered, "I love you."

"I love you too," I whispered,

"This is not goodbye… I'll see you soon."

I nodded,

With the last of his strength, he kissed me before he fell down onto the ice,

I screamed and cried enough to shatter the very ice around me,

But a child of the forest pulled me away forcing me back to the cave as his body was engulfed in flame.

I sat in the cold cave watching the snow fall out on the ice,

"Y/n?"

"Yes?"

"…You… you don't speak in riddles anymore."

"The visions are gone. Nothing left now."

"…You don't cry either," Bran said,

"I do not need to cry."

"You lost your husband… no one would be angry if you cried."

"I knew I would lose him. I knew this tree would be his end. And so did he. We still came."

"Why?"

"Becuase we knew we must." I answered, "All our lives we knew we must. The gods have a path for us all carved in stone before we are even born. The gods let some of us know where it ends."

"All this time you both knew."

"We did. The day we met we knew how it would end. Didn't make the path any less exciting."

"How… How did you and Jojen meet?"

I scoffed, "When I was born, I entered the world in silence, my lungs refusing to fill with air, and my heart still and unfaltering. My mother, consumed by despair at my lifelessness, climbed to the highest tower and cast herself into the abyss below. The moment she fell was the moment I awoke to existence. Throughout my life, I had been visited by a the raven. With his guidance, I soared through the skies, gaining a perspective that revealed the vast tapestry of all that ever was and all that ever will be. During my flights, I glimpsed a boy whose suffering seemed endless, a heavy burden etched on his young face. I witnessed his tragic end, the moment of his death, and then I saw his mother succumbing to despair, as she surrendered herself to the marshes, a place cloaked in shadows and sorrow. Yet, just as I had, he awakened anew. The raven, ever-watchful, came for him as well. From that point onward, our lives intertwined even though we were separated by miles of distance, our bond grew stronger. We played together in the realms of imagination, shared our thoughts in whispers on the wind, and understood that we were destined for a greater purpose. One fateful night, as our dreams intertwined, we found ourselves crafting a vivid vision: "Follow the tears of gods and the echoes of the king's old boots, until the sky of stars descends into the depths of the water." This cryptic message, laden with meaning, promised adventures yet to come and an understanding of our place in the cosmos."

"So you both listened?"

"We did. Followed the water to the king's road. Followed it then to the old place where the sky of stars is below the water. The God's eye. At Harenhal. We found each other and… we grew to love one another so deeply, he called me his lady of the stars becuase of where we first truly met. He took me to Greywater with him and we learnt our visions and… lived as husband and wife. But we both knew our fate. We knew we had to come north to find you and bring you to the three-eyed raven. To repay him for coming to us all those years ago. Our very lives were for this. Brought back to this world to serve him and follow the visions he gave. Jojen knew he was coming here to die. As did I."

"Why didn't you just.. not come? Stay in greywater. He couldn't have died here if you'd never come."

I scoffed, "Funny thing about profosy, the more you fight them. The more then come true. His death was here and there was no point in fighting it."

"…And yours?"

"I will die here. It won't be long I know."

"Aren't you frightened?"

"No." I answered, "He was my husband. My love. And our duty is done. My fate is only with him now. And I look forward to it… and will welcome my death with open arms."

[knight-of-flowerss]

This is the Bran Stark x Fem!Reader i got requested!

Not spell checked!

Masterlist

Jealousy

Bran Stark x Fem!Reader

All names will be in bold and in this Color

Meera Reed. Bitch. Just her name brought a sour taste to your mouth. You had felt like this for months on end, you saw how, day by day, she cuddled up to him. Bran. The man you had loved for years.

Meera was a nice girl, she had been through a lot with Bran, including losing Hodor, Summer and her brother, Jojen. But you were there since day 1. And she could never take that away from you.

You had been sitting in Castle Black with Bran. In silence. Like it always was. But you didn’t mind the silence, it brought you comfort. But he was not comfortable, he was upset.

Meera had came in not moments before and said she would be returning to her family and that she would be leaving him.

Even though you were upset she had chosen to leave, a part of you was glad. For starter. She would be able to see her family again, but the other part of you were glad she left so that you could have Bran to yourself.

“Why are you upset Bran? Aren’t you happy that Meera will be happy once again? That she will see her family?” Bran turned to look at you, “You have no right to question me when inside you feel happy that she has left us.”

His montone voice echoed through your ears, taunting you. “What do you mean Brandon?”, “you know what I mean y/n, you were always trying to one-up her. To prove to me you were better than she ever was. Don’t act like you didn’t try to catch my attention.”

You sat in silence. Staring at eachother. “You do know that I love you y/n?… and that I always have, you were just too blinded by jealousy to even notice.”

Your lips parted in shock as a silent gasp left your mouth. His lips curled into a smirk, small but still noticeable.

Your hand grasps his as you look into his eyes, “and I have loved you since the day we met. But I guess I was too stupid to notice that you felt the same”

I’m sorry that this is so short and bad I’m rlly tired but wanted to get it out 😭

@thethreeeyed-raven @lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom

[sowthetide]

Chapter 47: The End

As the thrumming in her ears faded, Quen could make out Meera’s soft cries and the savage sound of Shaggydog’s jaws as they tore flesh from bone. Neither noise stirred her. Snow continued to fall, but for once, she hardly felt the cold.

[theredquill]

the different vibes of my asoiaf fics

of being reckless and young ( how damage gets done ) : a song of love triangles and ghosts

we’re in love : a song of pretending to be dead and love songs

i will never die : a song of blood sacrifices and lore

passarine : a song of prophecy and bisexuality

[istumpysk]

OPERATION ICEBERG: THE TIER LIST

THEORY:

HS = HR

[The High Sparrow is Howland Reed]

TIER:

A Joke: These theories are an absolute joke; anyone who believes them is a fool.

[Tier list overview]

EVIDENCE:

Our first stupid Howland Reed theory! Only 17 more to go.

Who is Howland Reed?

Howland Reed is a crannogman and the Lord of Greywater Watch.

He is the father of Meera and Jojen Reed.

He was a close friend and ally of Ned Stark and knows exactly what went down at the Tower of Joy.

He has been mysteriously absent from the series so far, to the point where it's ridiculous.

Who is the High Sparrow?

His name is unknown.

He leads the Sparrows, a faction of the Faith of the Seven.

He became the High Septon of the Faith of the Seven, bypassing any democratic process.

He leads a strict and devout life, showing extreme religious piety.

Similar to Aeron Dam-phair and Melisandre, he's somewhat of a merciless piece of shit who commits abhorrent acts in the name of religion.

Why would Howland Reed be disguising himself as the High Septon?

Are you ready?

Here:

Good news, we're all dumber now.

Anyway, let's dive right in.

The High Sparrow is short, thin, with a trimmed grey-brown beard and knotted hair. He has a sharp, pointed face with deep-set brown eyes, and his bare feet are heavily callused.

The Reeds are short and thin with brown hair. When we're introduced to Meera, her hair is tied in a knot.

"He is cleaning the floor." The speaker was shorter than the queen by several inches and as thin as a broom handle. "Work is a form of prayer, most pleasing to the Smith." He stood, scrub brush in hand. "Your Grace. We have been expecting you." The man's beard was grey and brown and closely trimmed, his hair tied up in a hard knot behind his head. Though his robes were clean, they were frayed and patched as well. He had rolled his sleeves up to his elbows as he scrubbed, but below the knees the cloth was soaked and sodden. His face was sharply pointed, with deep-set eyes as brown as mud. His feet are bare, she saw with dismay. They were hideous as well, hard and horny things, thick with callus. "You are His High Holiness?" - Cersei VI, AFFC

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The septon had a lean sharp face and a short beard, grizzled grey and brown. His thin hair was pulled back and knotted behind his head, and his feet were bare and black, gnarled and hard as tree roots. - Brienne I, AFFC

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The little crannogman was walking across the field, enjoying the warm spring day and harming none, when he was set upon by three squires. - Bran II, ASOS

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All his garb was green, even to the leather of his boots, and when he came closer Bran saw that his eyes were the color of moss, though his teeth looked as white as anyone else's. Both Reeds were slight of build, slender as swords and scarcely taller than Bran himself. They went to one knee before the dais. - Bran III, ACOK

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Though near Robb's age, she was slim as a boy, with long brown hair knotted behind her head and only the barest suggestion of breasts. - Bran III, ACOK

Why this confirms the High Sparrow is Howland Reed: Short, thin, with brown hair matches the Reeds. Eyes as brown as mud and feet resembling tree roots evoke the crannogmen.

Why this doesn't confirm the High Sparrow is Howland Reed: How many billions of people in this world are short, thin, and have brown hair? Also, it's a given that Howland Reed is going to have green eyes.

The High Sparrow looks unkempt, with soiled feet and dirty fingernails.

Crannogmen are frequently described as mudmen.

"My lord husband tells me this new one was born with filth beneath his fingernails." - Cersei VI, AFFC

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"Mudmen," answered Little Walder disdainfully. "They're thieves and cravens, and they have green teeth from eating frogs." - Bran III, ACOK

Why this confirms the High Sparrow is Howland Reed: Muddy, filthy, dirty — these words are closely related.

Why this doesn't confirm the High Sparrow is Howland Reed: You know who else is dirty? Septon Meribald.

Brienne encountered the High Sparrow on Rosby road between King's Landing and Duskendale. At the time, he was traveling south, suggesting he was coming from the north.

"Join us, friends," urged a spare small man in a threadbare septon's robe, who wore a crystal on a thong about his neck. "Westeros has need of every sword." "We were bound for Duskendale," declared Ser Creighton, "but mayhaps we could see you safely to King's Landing." [...] "These are the bones of holy men, murdered for their faith. They served the Seven even unto death. Some starved, some were tortured. Septs have been despoiled, maidens and mothers raped by godless men and demon worshipers. Even silent sisters have been molested. Our Mother Above cries out in her anguish. It is time for all anointed knights to forsake their worldly masters and defend our Holy Faith. Come with us to the city, if you love the Seven." - Brienne I, AFFC

Why this confirms the High Sparrow is Howland Reed: I can confirm he was definitely travelling south on Rosby road.

Why this doesn't confirm the High Sparrow is Howland Reed: That's not how you get to King's Landing from Greywater Watch.

(map!)

The High Sparrow is avoiding giving Tommen his blessing as King of the Seven Kingdoms.

"The High Septon should have come to you. And these wretched sparrows . . ." "He feeds them, coddles them, blesses them. Yet will not bless the king." The blessing was an empty ritual, she knew, but rituals and ceremonies had power in the eyes of the ignorant. Aegon the Conqueror himself had dated the start of his realm from the day the High Septon anointed him in Oldtown. "This wretched priest will obey, or learn how weak and human he still is." - Cersei VI, AFFC

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Cersei had no idea what Jaehaerys the Conciliator might have sworn. "He did," she agreed, "and the High Septon blessed him and anointed him as king. It is traditional for every new High Septon to give the king his blessing . . . and yet you have refused to bless King Tommen." "Your Grace is mistaken. We have not refused." "You have not come." "The hour is not yet ripe." - Cersei VI, AFFC

Why this confirms the High Sparrow is Howland Reed: Howland Reed knows no king but the King in the North, whose name is STARK.

Why this doesn't confirm the High Sparrow is Howland Reed: Because the High Sparrow knows that Tommen is a bastard, born from an incestuous relationship between brother and sister, and isn't the rightful king. Duh?

The High Sparrow and his flock seem outraged about Ned Stark's execution and the Red Wedding.

"Night soil can be washed away more easily than blood, Your Grace. If the plaza was befouled, it was befouled by the execution that was done here." He dares throw Ned Stark in my face? "We all regret that. Joffrey was young, and not as wise as he might have been. Lord Stark should have been beheaded elsewhere, out of respect for Blessed Baelor . . . but the man was a traitor, let us not forget." "King Baelor forgave those who conspired against him." - Cersei VI, AFFC

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"These sparrows are especially outspoken," warned Qyburn. "The Red Wedding was an affront to all the laws of gods and men, they say, and those who had a hand in it are damned." - Cersei IV, AFFC

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And yet Howland Reed had been one of Father's staunchest companions during the war for King Robert's crown, before Bran was born. - Bran III, ACOK

Why this confirms the High Sparrow is Howland Reed: Ride or die friend, until the end and beyond.

Why this doesn't confirm the High Sparrow is Howland Reed: Even indigenous people from Sothoryos condemn House Lannister for those things.

The High Sparrow appears intent on toppling House Lannister.

Howland Reed is the man.

Ser Kevan was unmoved. "If that is your wish, you may soon have it granted. His High Holiness is resolved that you be tried for regicide, deicide, incest, and high treason." - Cersei I, ADWD

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Galbart Glover rubbed his mouth. "There are risks. If the crannogmen should fail you . . ." "We will be no worse than before. But they will not fail. My father knew the worth of Howland Reed." - Catelyn V, ASOS

Why this confirms the High Sparrow is Howland Reed: Arya Stark and Lady Stoneheart aren't the only ones seeking justice around here.

Why this doesn't confirm the High Sparrow is Howland Reed: Who doesn't want to bring down House Lannister? Moreover, his focus isn't solely on House Lannister. The man starts foaming at the mouth whenever he sees a brothel.

It's well-known that crannogmen favor trickery and stealthy tactics over open warfare.

He tried to recall all he had been taught of the crannogmen, who dwelt amongst the bogs of the Neck and seldom left their wetlands. They were a poor folk, fishers and frog-hunters who lived in houses of thatch and woven reeds on floating islands hidden in the deeps of the swamp. It was said that they were a cowardly people who fought with poisoned weapons and preferred to hide from foes rather than face them in open battle. - Bran III, ACOK

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"We won't find them," the Frey boy said suddenly. "Not so long as the frogeaters are with them. Mudmen are sneaks, they won't fight like decent folks, they skulk and use poison arrows. You never see them, but they see you. Those who go into the bogs after them get lost and never come out. Their houses move, even the castles like Greywater Watch." He glanced nervously at greenery that encircled them on all sides. "They might be out there right now, listening to everything we say." - Theon IV, ACOK

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"Once there was a curious lad who lived in the Neck. He was small like all crannogmen, but brave and smart and strong as well. He grew up hunting and fishing and climbing trees, and learned all the magics of my people." Bran was almost certain he had never heard this story. "Did he have green dreams like Jojen?" "No," said Meera, "but he could breathe mud and run on leaves, and change earth to water and water to earth with no more than a whispered word. He could talk to trees and weave words and make castles appear and disappear." - Bran II, ASOS

Why this confirms the High Sparrow is Howland Reed: Adopting a new identity to disrupt from within might suit Howland Reed well.

Why this doesn't confirm the High Sparrow is Howland Reed: Making yourself one of the most powerful players in Westeros using the violent Faith Militant is anything but subtle.

The High Septon and his sparrows aren't very popular amongst the nobility.

Many in the Seven Kingdoms look down on crannogmen.

"Like as not," Ser Balman agreed. "Rosby's ward was not the only one to vex us, Your Grace. We encountered ruffians on the road as well. Filthy, unkempt creatures, with leather shields and axes. Some had stars sewn on their jerkins, sacred stars of seven points, but they had an evil look about them all the same." "They were lice-ridden, I am certain," added Falyse. "They call themselves sparrows," said Cersei. "A plague upon the land. Our new High Septon will need to deal with them, once he is crowned. If not, I shall deal with them myself." - Cersei V, AFFC

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"Do not presume to preach at me," she told him. "The brothel keepers have been complaining, and rightly so." "If sinners speak, why should the righteous listen?" - Cersei VIII, AFFC

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"Frogeaters don't smell like men," Frey insisted. "They have a boggy stink, like frogs and trees and scummy water. Moss grows under their arms in place of hair, and they can live with nothing to eat but mud and breathe swamp water." - Theon IV, ACOK

Why this confirms the High Sparrow is Howland Reed: Those are accurate statements.

Why this doesn't confirm the High Sparrow is Howland Reed: How is this at all similar?

Howland Reed may have once disguised himself as a mystery knight.

"It was the little crannogman, I bet." "No one knew," said Meera, "but the mystery knight was short of stature, and clad in ill-fitting armor made up of bits and pieces. The device upon his shield was a heart tree of the old gods, a white weirwood with a laughing red face." - Bran II, ASOS

Why this confirms the High Sparrow is Howland Reed: Uh—

Why this doesn't confirm the High Sparrow is Howland Reed: That wasn't Howland Reed.

COUNTER-EVIDENCE:

Is this necessary? I know a lot can happen in 17 years, but these two men are clearly not portraying the same person.

Fine.

George R. R. Martin confirmed that Howland Reed would eventually make an appearance, implying that he hasn't already.

Question: It had been stated that Howland Reed would come out in The Winds of Winter, which is the 5th book. Will he still come in the 5th book (A Dance with Dragon)? Answer: He will appear eventually. - George R. R. Martin

The High Sparrow is an old man.

Howland Reed is not an old man.

The old man's eyes were chips of flint. - Cersei I, ADWD

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He was still a scrawny grey-haired man with a lean, hard, half-starved look, his face sharp-featured, lined, his eyes suspicious. - Cersei I, ADWD

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How old is Howland Reed? He'd be in his thirties. - George R. R. Martin

The High Septon and his flock of sparrows are clearly going to die in The Winds of Winter.

"They call themselves sparrows," said Cersei. "A plague upon the land. Our new High Septon will need to deal with them, once he is crowned. If not, I shall deal with them myself." - Cersei VI, AFFC

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This is what comes of letting fools and cowards rule themselves. Next time, I will choose their master for them. And the next time might not be long in coming, if the new High Septon continued to annoy her. Baelor's Hand had little to teach Cersei Lannister where such matters were concerned. - Cersei VI, AFFC

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No one was smiling now. The looks the sparrows gave her were dull, sullen, hostile. They made way but reluctantly. If they were truly sparrows, a shout would send them flying. A hundred gold cloaks with staves and swords and maces could clear this rabble quick enough. That was what Lord Tywin would have done. He would have ridden over them instead of walking through. - Cersei VI, AFFC

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Are you a priest or a greengrocer? "And what might I do to make it . . . riper?" If he dares mention gold, I will deal with this one as I did the last and find a pious eight-year-old to wear the crystal crown. - Cersei VI, AFFC

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The Kettleblacks, I need the Kettleblacks, I will send in Osfryd with the gold cloaks and Osmund with the Kingsguard, Osney will deny it all once they cut him free, and I'll rid myself of this High Septon just as I did the other. - Cersei X, AFFC

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Cersei's gaze swept across the faces of the men behind him. And there he was: Lancel, her cousin, Ser Kevan's son, who had once professed to love her, before he decided that he loved the gods more. My blood and my betrayer. She would not forget him. - Cersei II, ADWD

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Cersei would have him killed out of hand if she learned he was betraying her, and if by some grace of the gods she did not, Lancel would never survive the day Jaime Lannister returned to King's Landing. The only question would be whether Jaime cut him down in a jealous rage, or Cersei murdered him first to keep Jaime from finding out. Tyrion's silver was on Cersei. - Tyrion VII, ACOK

In fact, the High Sparrow is likely already deceased towards the beginning of The Winds of Winter.

"Whatever Cersei may have done, she is still a daughter of the Rock, of mine own blood. I will not let her die a traitor's death, but I have made sure to draw her fangs. All her guards have been dismissed and replaced with my own men. In place of her former ladies-in-waiting, she will henceforth be attended by a septa and three novices selected by the High Septon. She is to have no further voice in the governance of the realm, nor in Tommen's education. I mean to return her to Casterly Rock after the trial and see that she remains there. Let that suffice." - Epilogue, ADWD

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"How long do you think we'll be here?" "Longer than you'd like," the old man replied. "If he goes back without the gold the queen will have his head. Besides, I seen that wife of his. There's steps in Casterly Rock she can't go down for fear she'd get stuck, that's how fat she is. Who'd go back to that, when he has his sooty queen?" - Mercy, TWOW

Whoops! How'd that queen regain power?

Now we'll never figure out who Jon's parents are.

On a serious note, Howland Reed is neither dead nor on the brink of death, and he has a significant role to play in the upcoming books, none of which are related to religious fanaticism.

Other things to consider:

The High Sparrow isn't a good person, and his actions aren't commendable.

Howland Reed follows the Old Gods. It's a bit of a stretch to believe he could convincingly pose as a High Septon.

Howland Reed might be somewhat reclusive, but many people could recognize him. He participated in the Rebellion, and was at Harrenhal with numerous other nobles.

How do you even begin to devise this plan? "I'm going to wander the riverlands in the hopes of leading a religious uprising and becoming the voice of God, so I may avenge Ned Stark." Sure, okay.

What in the world? Why? How so?

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・Jon is actually a very jealous guy and when someone is giving you too much of - that - kind of attention, than he stops it immediately. He really doesn’t like people getting to close

・One of his favouite activities to do with you is to sit by the fire and hold you, he loves your smell and the calm energy that you bring. It really helps him open up - he can talk to you about anything

・You’re the only person who can genuinely make him smile. He knows that you aren’t being political or trying to create an alliance. You’re there because you love him. And that brings out a different side to Jon that no one sees

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Into My Arms by the Midnite String Quartet

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

・ Madly In Love (You) x Ridiculously Oblivious (Jon)

・You Fell First, But They Fall Harder

・Closed Off x The Person They Warm Up To (This one works both ways)

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Stuck Together

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

Your sarcasm, your loyalty, your logic. He loves that you want to think things through before jumping into action. He’s been so sick and tired of being the voice of reason for so long. 

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

Would be Sansa and/or Dany. I think you need a best friend who understands you on a deeper level - yes having a friend with humour is great, but without a deep connection the friendship won’t go anything. It won’t be anything other than surface level. 

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆

I think you’re a mix of Sansa, Bran and Jojen Reed. You have this quiet yet mysterious energy about you. A quick-wit, that doesn’t take crap from anyone - and yet you don’t yell, or need to be loud to hold people’s attention. 

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕

As a dragon seed, even though you might not be able to trace your family history, you do have a special ability that helped the Targaryen’s conquer Westeros. I.e., you are a dragon rider. 

Dany didn’t understand how this could happen, she only knew about her history through her brother, but he was long gone now. So she could only rely on Jorah, and Tyrion to explain it to her. Dragon seeds exist - bastard children that have the blood of Old Valyria. 

When you approached the three dragons, you had no idea that one would have such an impact on you. 

Viserion. 

The youngest, and yes, the smallest, but the most affectionate. 

It shocked everyone when he let you get close, when he whined when you gave him a rub. 

And then Dany nearly fainted when you climbed ontop of him and flew off.