- Game of Thrones (TV) (4)
- A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin (4)
- Hunger Games (2012) (1)
- Hunger Games Trilogy - Suzanne Collins (1)
- Hunger Games (2012) RPF (1)
12 May 2013
Bran paces ceaselessly, hobbling over his still-unyielding legs, forcing himself to remember what ground felt like under his footfall. He was slow and awkward, as though riding an untrained pony though fresh river mud. But all the gods be damned, he thought, if I'm not strong enough for this, I can never be strong enough for him.
He prefers the sound of his own maligned footsteps over the chilling whine of Jojen's struggling breath, prefers the sight his feet slipping gracelessly across the torchlit tile to the dark, sickly circles below his lover's eyes. But still, the thoughts creep inside him like cockroaches, tracking filthy, guilty dirt over his mind with every rise of Jojen's chest.
Bran's lips are pursed with quiet fury, the silk dancing under the dying torchlight, every deep vibration of Jojen's wheezing snores slamming into him with the force of a tidal wave. He feels needles behind his eyes, his weary mind crying out in anguish. As the last embers of the torch perish, he slips beneath the silk, freckled and pale in the darkness as he bears his skin to feel the fever warmth of Jojen's, to seal their bodies together and sponge the sickness from him like soft, wet cloth.
- Part 4 of Greendreams
6 May 2013
The grey windows snatch darker as the sun winds down invisibly through the sky, and to anyone inside it appeared as though the windows were the castle's heavy eyelids finally giving way to sleep. Bran simply stares out through them, blind, tired, cold and aching.
Jojen knits his hands together with Bran's in his lover's lap. "What's the matter?" The torchlight dwindles as the windows fill with complete, choking black. Bran opens his mouth to start, but closes it again, and inches himself to straddle Jojen's leg and turn his head to him.
"You are the King of the North and the Neck," Jojen says, "the descendant of a myriad of Stark kings before you." He drums across the young king's belt buckle. "You are wise like your father, but not so foolishly trusting. You are strong like your mother, but not so vengeful and spiteful. And you are courageous like your brother, but not so foolhardy. You are the perfect and true king, my king, until the end of your days."
- Part 3 of Greendreams
22 Apr 2013
The king turns his head sideways against the soft pillows to shoot an eye through Jojen's striking green. "If you love your king, you do his bidding, Jojen," he whispers, smirking as he inches his hand down the silk. "What the king dreams, the Hand brings to life, and you know I dream about this most every night."
Bran's breath comes in sharp draws and shallow pants and moans of 'more' and 'please' and 'harder' and 'yes, yes, yes'. The young king sweats into the silk, his cock compact against his body as he's pressed down into the sheets and the strawhaired lord nips softly into his neck, sending chills down Bran's spine.
- Part 2 of Greendreams
18 Apr 2013
Bran knows the padding footsteps behind him, and he opens his eyes to the noise as he returns to his kneel. "Your grace." Jojen bows swiftly, his soft straw hair swept sideways in the unsteady breeze.
"Please, don't," Bran whispers as Jojen lights beside him, staring deep into the snowy, cracked bark of the heart tree. "I was never meant to carry the crown. I'm not Robb, or my father, or--" Bran feels his heart aflutter.
"You will always be my king," the lord of the crannogmen whispers as he draws close enough to mix brown with silky straw.
- Part 1 of Greendreams
Bolin joins the crew of Iroh's ship as the two form a committed relationship. Although Bolin satisfies all of the general's bedtime needs, Iroh's left desiring something more... controversial. Inspired by a post from the fuckyeahbroh tumblr blog. Broh, lemony/limey at the moment with more lemon later on.