Thomas Sangster Imagines/Oneshots

I Had A Vision~(Jojen Reed x Reder)

*Game of Thrones*

(A/N): Now that season 8 is out I'm trying to get into the show but there's so much sex and nudity in it I'm like "Just show Bran watching an execution or Jon Snow stabbing someone. Or just skip to season 3." But that's just me. Lol I put a lot of thought into this so I hope you like it!

Brief summary: Meera, Brandon, Jojen, and you are all out in the Dark Forest, escorting Bran in his quest, when Meera leaves while Jojen suddenly has a vision. And you're the only one there to help him.

*Fluff and innocent confusion*

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Jojen's head was cradled in your lap. He was due for another vision.

"(Y/N), I need to trust you to watch Jojen while I'm away. I'll take Bran and Summer with me. I trust you'll keep everything in place." Meera craned her head over her shoulder, a spear crossed over her back, a knife in hand. Her brown hair was glued to her face, plastered to her forehead in frozen sweat.

Bran had his bow drawn, acting as if he'd seen an animal to kill. He squinted one eye whilst his tongue hung sharply out of his mouth. He cracked a smile as if he wasn't even listening. His hand-carved arrowhead was already beginning to collect bits of snow.

Summer trailed closely behind the young Stark, leaving paw prints in her wake. She whined in compliance.

"You can count on it, Meera. I'll watch for the vision." You nodded your head in Meera's direction, looking up. She turned to face you, nodded, then turned away.

Your small group had trekked their way on the edges of Winterfell into the Dark Forest. Sansa had deemed it necessary for House Reed's efforts to take you along their mission to escort Bran under promise that you and Jojen would also be highly guarded.

You both had a very high level of importance to the kingdom. Well, so does Bran of course.

Jojen claimed he had a vision, a future-telling, desperately trying to convince you to come with him and his sister. He had mentioned the Three-Eyed Crow in his sleep, trying to usher Meera and Bran to follow along with the timeline he saw fit, apparently with you in its mix.

You only occupied (The place you want in the kingdom).

Meera was already making her own path along the curves of the trees, away from where you and the greenseer sat. You saw her hand-made leather boots leave tracks in the snow, Bran following closely behind in her footsteps. He had his bow hung to his side now.

You've been with them for around 2 months traveling through the woods to get here. Jojen had been talking to you the whole way. He kept at the same process since you all entered the Dark Forest, constantly keeping his green eyes glued to you, following you like a little puppy.

You were surprised he wasn't following Meera around, or even Bran. He could be clingy like that sometimes, but that was just how the boy was. He was a peacemaker, not an instigator.

Your back was leaning against the rough bark of a tree; some lichen was scraping your back. Jojen's head lay restless in your lap. He fell asleep on your legs not too long ago, just before Meera left, but she left before he started to move.

That's when you felt Jojen's body twitch.

His head started to loll from side to side lazily, his lips moving to speak incoherent words, but no sound coming out. His eyes squeezed tight, his eyebrows furrowing as he struggled to wake up. His breathing started to quicken it's pace, but just enough for you to notice it. His chest still rose at a slightly even pace.