#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

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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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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]

I Saw That Too

Media - Game Of Thrones Character - jojen Reed Couple - Jojen X Reader Reader - Y/n Stark Rating - Sweet + Flirty Word Count - 893

We walked along the grassy paths heading north towards the wall in search of the three-eyed raven for my younger brother, I walked with them of course in my grey dress with fur over it to keep me warm. The stream babbling and bubbling along beside us, the wind whistling through the grass, my feet hurt but I ignored it and hurried along behind everyone, I was half listening as my brother Brandon and Jojen chatted to each other. 

"When I... told my father about your father... that was the first time in my life I saw him cry," Jojen explained,

Which made me listen a bit more intently, 

"your father is Halwon Reed?" bran asked,

"Yeah," Jojen nodded,

"He saved my father's life. During the rebellion."

"your father told you about the rebellion? Mine never did," He chuckled, "But I saw that too."

"Saw it?" I asked, 

"yes," he smiled, 

"How did you see it?"

"The sight allows me to see things, miles from here, years from this moment,"

"In which direction?"

"Both," He shrugs, 

"What sort of thing have you seen?" I asked jojen and I walking side by side now as Bran began to chat with Meera, 

"The rebellion, your father's execution, the wall, all sorts of things really, why do you ask?"

"...Curious... do you choose what you see?"

"Sometimes, I can walk and change where I want to be."

"Hum..." I pondered and a thought came  into my mind as I looked at him, "So... theoretically, you could greensee yourself into any brothel you want just to sit and watch?"

He froze up, eyes wide as if he'd just seen a dragon. He gulped, "In theory." he said sheepishly like a child been caught with their hand in the cookie jar, 

"Have you ever done that?" I raised an eyebrow making sure to keep eye contact even if he couldn't even look at me, a pink tint growing on his cheeks,

"Ohh ughhh I ughhhh I ummmm I ughh I've never uhghhh never really uhjhj though to uhh do such a thing," He stuttered, 

"Mhm...." I smirked, "But you could if you wanted to?"

"I uuuughhhh I could," 

"But you never have?"

"....no."

"Okay... I believe you," I lied, I didn't believe a word out of his mouth but I had a feeling digging would only make him redder and thus less likely to tell me the truth, "Have you seen anything in the future?"

"Some things yes," He nodded,

"Have you seen my future?"

He rolled his eyes a little, "I am a greenseer, not a fortune teller,"

"That wasn't a No?"

"...Yes."

"oooohh tell me,"

"no."

"why not?"

"Because people shouldn't know their own future,"

"Ohhh come on Jojen! I wanna know,"

"No."

"But if I know I can be better prepared,"

"I said no Y/n." 

"Just one thing, just tell me one thing you saw of my future." I plead, 

He sighed, "I saw your wedding,"

"Ooooohhh..."

"No more questions,"

"But jojen! Please! Was it by the heart tree in Winterfell? Was it snowing? was I beautiful?"

he sighed again, "Yes. yes. and Very much yes." 

"Awww you thought I was beautiful?"

"I did." He blushed,

"Awww that's so sweet, well hopefully you'll get to see it twice,"

"Humm how so?"

"Well, I'd want you and Meera at my wedding," I shrug, 

"Yeah I uhhh we'll certainly be there." he smiled, 

"You didn't see me after my wedding did you?" I glared,

"Ohhh uhhh..."

"You didn't green see my bedding did you?"

"...No." 

"Jojen! You little perv!" I argued,

"I didn't mean to!" he complained, "I wanted to see where we were going-" He immediately clamped a hand over his mouth, 

"...What do you mean we?" I froze up, 

"Nothing I-"

"What do you mean to see where WE were going!" 

"I ughhh I ughhhh..." 

"What do you mean We jojen!"

"... look a dragon!" He said moving my shoulders to look over the trees of course nothing was there but when I turned back jojen was bolting through the grass,

"Oh no you don't! Get back here reed boy!" I yelled hitching up my dress and running after him, 

I chased after him for a good while before I grabbed him and forced him down onto the grass pinning him down even if he tried to squirm away.

"What did you mean We."

"...Okay... So... I ughh i did see your wedding, in the winterfell godswoods, infront of the heart tree, with snow falling,"

"Yes."

"And uhh I was there."

"You where?"

"Yes. not just in my vision but physically. Me. Meera. Bran. all of us were."

"And then you followed me? and our my bedding ceremony?"

"I didn't know what was happening I was us... kissing... under the tree and I got confused so I followed us and... yeah... I uhh I saw us... more than kissing."

"Why would you be kissing me at my wedding?!"

"Our wedding Y/n." 

I was frozen and collapsed on the grass myself looking at the sky, "Ohh my god..."

"Yeah,"

"We're gonna..."

"Yeah,"

"And we actually..."

"Yeah."

"Well... it'll be interesting to see how that happens,"

"I imagine we fall in love? or our family wed together... both seem equally probable,"

"Either way," I sighed but I kissed his cheek, "At least it'll be fun finding out how it happens,"

"Yeah, it will," he blushed, "and at least I know my bride will be... endlessly beautiful on our wedding day" 

"Cute, come on before they get to far ahead," I got up,

"Yes dear." he chuckled,

"Not married yet jojen, don't call me that." I glared,

"I know," he got up too and began to follow me, "Only a few months to wait." 

[lovebaela]

♡ Ice & Fire - m.list (Discontinued)

Genre: Romance, fluff, smut (I’ll try LOL), angst

Pairing: Bran Stark x Targaryen OC

Age: 15+ (honestly I don’t care who reads this but basically mature audiences)

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♡ Chapters:

Introduction + Prologue

Chapter 1 - Winter is Coming

Chapter 2 - The Tower

Chapter 3 - King’s Landing

Chapter 4 - The Beginning of War

Chapter 5 - The Harvest

Chapter 6 - Journey to the Wall

Chapter 7 - Craster’s Keep

Chapter 8 - The Three-eyed Raven

Chapter 9 - Home

Chapter 10 - A Night in the Sky

Chapter 11 - The Wedding

Chapter 12 - Together at Last

Chapter 13 -

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[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]

⠀゜・． HEISTIA UMBER ; keepers of the flame, she/ her, lone daughter of the lord of last hearth. the last hold before the night’s watch lands and the wall.

helaine was a child of old tales and snow, and blood. there’s always blood in the old tales isn’t it? she imagines the others and the winds turning. she was born on coldest day of that summer, howling airs and infant cries sound so similar at a distance. she can always tell something bad in about to happen, taste it in the air almost, metallic and unstoppable and there’s nothing she can do but sit still and watch as everything goes wrong. it’s a kind of useless magic. she woke up in the godswood that one time, barefoot in the snow, crying like the faces in trees. she couldn’t stop. wouldn’t stop. something was moving her to till the salt tears reddened and her face stained with blood. she sees a boy in her dreams. he talks her in a swamp, the water is blood. it’s always blood. they are both messengers, knees deep in mud and curses and there’s nothing beautiful about it. they will always be half covered in death.

[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

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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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