#cregan stark x y/n
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the wolf's cage.
After being captured by the Northerns, you found yourself with the Lord of Winterfell whose strange politeness makes you doubt his true intentions.
MASTERLIST
PAIRING — Cregan Stark x Wildling!Reader.
TAGS — smut (p in v, m!oral, spanking, use of the word whore, face fucking, hate sex(?, dirty talk, degrading/praise, belly bulge), cursing, mentions of war, blood and bruises, kind of enemies to lovers, dilf!cregan, and idk if this counts as dark!cregan but I'll add it just in case. If something is missing let me know!
AUTHOR'S NOTE — it's the first time that i write smut after a very long time, and i wrote this in a rush, so it's not perfect but i loved it anyway bc i fell in love with this trope. Reader is loosely based on Osha from GoT. REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE ALWAYS WELCOMED.
WORD COUNT — 5.3k. (oh damn)
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤenglish is not my first language.
“We found her close to the Godswood,” one of the men said. “She was hiding and preparing herself to kill, my lord.”
Cregan walked slightly closer to you, his curiosity peaking when he noticed how small you looked curled up in a corner of your cell, covered by thick pieces of fur. Your face was stained with dirt and dried blood. His men had told him you were a menace, but after looking at you, he didn't believe it.
“She seems harmless,” he pointed out, kneeling beside you.
“She is not, my lord. She's responsible for the death of three of our men,” the same man explained. They were all in combat position; holding the hilt of their swords just in case you would dare to attack their leader. Cregan, however, seemed to be unafraid, getting closer to you and trying to see more of you. He was certainly intrigued.
How was a young girl like you able to kill a group of ruthless men?
He raised his hand and gently pulled a strand of your hair out of your face; he saw a scar on your cheek and a cut on your lip. Then, you met his eyes with yours. Your cold and mercenary haze did little to intimidate him. You were finally in the presence of the man you hated the most; the man who had killed your people in cold blood. He could see your wrath burning through your haze, and he understood it.
With his thumb, he removed the drop of blood that was dripping from your lip — a soft touch that felt so foreign to your skin. He attempted to do it again, but you moved your face away and he knew it was enough. With a sigh, he stood up casting a large shadow over your smaller frame; you looked down at the floor, ignoring his penetrating stare on you before he turned around and walked out of the cell.
“Tell a maid to give her a bath, then bring her to the dining room,” he ordered.
“My lord, I don't think-”
“Tell the cooks to make a meal for two, and tell a maid to keep Rickon out of my room tonight,” he abruptly interrupted him, the guard was left in surprise.
“I beg your pardon, my lord, but I do not think it’s a good idea at all,” The maester advised him, talking in whispers so you would not hear a word. “I believe that being in a room alone with that savage would put your life at risk. We cannot afford that, not when we're in the middle of an imminent war.”
Cregan turned to give one more look at you before one of the guards locked your cell again. You looked so fragile, and you were probably starving after spending days in the merciless Winter cold. He knew you would not be such a threat in such a condition, so he did not follow his loyal Maester’s advice.
“The decision has been made,” he spoke as he started to walk away from the dungeons. The old man quickly followed his pace.
“I would advise you to make some double thinking about your decision-”
“Are you questioning my methods?” His voice came out low and slow, but it carried a bit of an intimidating undertone that was easy to catch. The Maester took a step back when his superior turned around; his Lordship was an imposing man, tall and with wide shoulders and some grey eyes that would pierce through your soul. Lord Stark was a kindhearted man, but whenever he was angry he was unrecognisable.
And the Maester trembled when he saw a small glimpse of his anger.
“Of course not, but it is my duty as your advisor to give you the best options… risking your life it's certainly not.”
“That girl is craving for a meal, I will not let her starve,” he grunted. “Besides, I might steal some valuable information from her. She's just a girl, and she's unarmed. She will do no harm.”
The old man simply nodded, knowing that it was a lost battle and not having the guts to continue to defy his lord. Cregan cleared his throat, repeated the instructions and then turned around to leave his men behind. They shared confused looks, doubting his plan and how unusual it was for him to have mercy with the people of your kind. This new and sudden sympathy towards you raised suspicion among the northern guards, but they were all too afraid to speak up.
They just obeyed the orders of their Lord.
Cregan was tapping his fingertips against the table, patiently waiting for your arrival as he was blankly staring at his half-empty cup of wine. The only sound that was heard was coming from the fireplace, and the rest of the room was deadly silent. He was wondering how much time would it take for you to arrive when two guards opened the door, and two others were carrying you inside. They were grabbing your arms, tight enough to leave a bruise behind. Cregan stood up the instant you showed up, and, with a slight nod from him, you were freed from their grip.
Lord Stark took the time to look at you, shamelessly glancing at every inch of your body. He noticed how your skin was glowing now, freed of any stain or impureness on your face, except for that scar on your cheekbone that seemed to be quite recent. Regardless of that, you were such a sight for his eyes, so pretty and young and fierce all the same. The glow in your eyes was still yelling your hate for him and, somehow, that would make you even more appealing to him. He followed the trail down your neck and found your bossom being squeezed by the dress which looked a bit too small for you, but that fit your body like a glove; shaping your curves and enhancing them, he had to take a deep breath after seeing you.
All the beauty that was previously hidden under thick layers of clothes and dirty hair and face was now starting to show.
“You can leave now,” he indicated to the guards. They nodded and followed his orders immediately.
Once they were alone, Cregan pointed at the chair on the other side of the table, inviting you to take a seat. You were reluctant, staring at the large amount of food with distrust; you thought this was a trap, no one ever invites their foes to supper. You did not obey him at first, standing still in your place, using a pair of borrowed shoes that were almost crushing your feet and making you feel like walking on burning coal.
You knew one thing for sure; you needed to get out of there as soon as you could. Or, better yet, you had to kill that man.
“Please, be seated,” he spoke so softly and politely that you could not believe it. It was so blatantly obvious. “The pork it's better when it's warm.”
A glance at the table and you saw your plate already served; this did nothing but increase your mistrust. However, you walked towards the spot, slowly and with your guard up. The sound of your shoes clacking on the wooden floor as you made your way to your seat until you finally sat.
Then, a silence fell over the room. Cregan's eyes seemed to never look away from you as he raised his cup and brought it to his lips. You nervously played with your cup, already filled with wine.
“I gave myself the liberty to fill your cup,” he said.
Besides that, your plate was full of beans, pork, carrots and mashed potatoes. Everything was already cut into tiny pieces, and only then did you realize you only had a spoon; no knife, and no fork.
“Is wine not of your taste?” Cregan asked after your long silence. “Would you rather have some ale? or juice?”
Nothing came out of your mouth. Cregan was losing his little patience, but he knew better and he stayed calm. Upsetting you would only make things worse.
“You might be wondering why I spared your life today,” he started, attempting a two-sided conversation. “If you were any other, your head would be in a spike by now… but you might be useful for us.” He made a pause, sipping his wine so delicately and manly. Then he added, “For me.”
Again, no answer.
“I believe you have valuable information that would help us to understand your people better,” he explained, trying to sound likeable and friendly, even giving you a warm smile. “Maybe that way we'll understand your reasons.”
“Why would I give information to the one who's murdering my people?” You finally spoke.
Cregan heard your thick northern accent and a smile was drawn on his face. He hid the gesture by grabbing his fork and knife and cutting a piece of meat before putting it inside his mouth. You realized that contrary to you, he had a knife; you wondered how you could reach it without him noticing.
“Ah, so you can speak,” he claimed, cheerfully. “For a moment I thought you were mute.”
“I am not,” you grunted.
“You could stop an imminent war, you know?” He continued the previous conversation. “Save the lives of your people, avoid a bloodbath.”
“You are the only one causing those things, my lord,” the mocking tone in your voice when you uttered the last two words was obvious. “This war carries your name.”
“You are the ones taking over our lands,” he debated.
“We're escaping,” you snapped. “You have no idea what's beyond that wall. You and your men would do the same in our position.”
“And what is it that's up there with all of you?”
“You wouldn't believe my words. You'll have to see it.”
He hummed, not convinced at all. He leaned back on his chair.
“How did you get that scar on your face? It looks quite recent,” he slightly narrowed his eyes.
“An accident while climbing the wall,” you simply explained, not wanting to give out too many details.
“When did you cross it?”
“A few weeks ago.”
“And what have you been doing all this time?”
“I already told you… trying to survive.”
Cregan clicked his tongue, sipping his wine once more and letting the topic go. “You haven't touched your food,” he pointed out. “Nor your wine. The cooks work hard on this food.”
“I'm not hungry.”
“It's not poisoned,” he let you know as if you would believe his mere words. “If I ever kill you it wouldn't be with a drop of venom, that it's not an honourable way to murder your opponent.”
“Honour,” you repeated with a mocking tone.
“Does that word sound funny to you?”
“It does when it's you saying it,” you muttered, clenching your jaw. “You have the blood of innocents in your hands, you have no honour.”
The tense environment was interrupted by the sound of the door opening. Soon, a small child entered the room and ran towards Cregan; it was his son, his spitting image standing right next to him. His weakness. You looked closely, and you noticed how Lord Stark's demeanour was briefly replaced by a softer one when he held his child in his arms, only to get angry again when one of the maids walked in rushing behind the boy. You were observant, and then quickly an idea of escape lighted up your mind.
“I apologize, Lord Stark,” the maid murmured, shaking and breathing unevenly. “Little Rickon wanted to say goodnight and he ran away from his chambers-”
“Don't let it happen again,” he stopped her before she could go on with her explanations that were of little interest to his Lordship. “Just take him to bed, and don't let this happen again.”
“Yes, my lord.”
He kissed the child's forehead and hugged him one last time before the maid pulled his arm and took him away. The boy was looking back at his sire with saddened eyes as he walked, and once he was out of sight, Cregan was back to his tough facade. However, you knew new information, and now you knew exactly how to manage to escape.
“Was that your child?”
“Indeed,” he nodded.
“Beyond the wall, children are taught to fight and hunt from a very young age,” you randomly told him. “Does he know how to do that?”
“He's still learning.”
“How old is he?”
“We are not here to talk about my child,” he snapped, growing impatient with each passing second.
You stopped, only for a brief second to let it rest and prepare yourself for the next thing. The suddenness of your next question left him speechless.
“Where's his mother?” You noticed how he tensed, clenching his jaw and forming a fist with his hand. There it is. “Is she around?”
His silence gave you the answer you were expecting, you had to hold back a smile.
“Let me guess,” you murmured, “Childbirth?”
His fist smacked against the table and you noticed how all the plates jumped due to the impact. He stood up, fuming, all the kindness and politeness vanishing from his body as he lost his patience with you. Yet, you did not seem fazed by his roughness, you barely flinched. You stood up too and slowly started to walk around the table, to get closer to him.
“I bet your nights might be lonely now that you've lost your wife,” A false tone of empathy was heard in your voice as you kept taking step after step. “Does your bed feel empty at night?”
“That's enough,” he growled.
“You dressed me, bathed me and fed me… perhaps you're trying to convince me to stay by your side,” you deduced, using your seduction skills to distract him from the fact that you were getting closer to the knife on the table. “Is this your intention? To make me yours? To turn me into your whore?” Your voice lowered itself a few tones, getting raspier and more seductive.
You reached his side, his eyes were stuck on your face as his breathing was starting to get faster with each second. You saw his jaw, sharp as the knife you were trying to grab, and tensed as he tried to hide his growing arousal. Of course, he has noticed your attributes before, and of course, he had secretly —and shamelessly— fantasized about ripping your dress to see what was underneath, but now your words would only make his struggle grow.
Perhaps the Maester was right. Perhaps this was a bad idea.
“Have you heard what they say about the women from the Free Folk?” You were teasing him, boldly raising your hands until they went to his thick coat and untied it; it fell around his leather shoes, and only a thin shirt was beneath it. Your eyes glanced at him, noticing the chest hair on his skin as your hands felt the hardness of his abdomen; years of training with the sword had certainly made its effect. “People say we're difficult to handle, but that we fuck like goddesses. Wouldn't you want to try it out?”
One of your hands travelled lower and lower until it was able to feel the shape of his growing cock in your palm and through his pants. A winning smile appeared on your lips. His growing lust did not allow him to see the moment when your hand took the knife. Luckily for him, his reflexes were quite fast, and he was able to stop your hand right before you almost stabbed his neck. Your eyes widened as he grabbed your wrist and turned your body around, slamming you against the table. He pressed himself against you, your dress now ruined with the food beneath your frame.
Cregan's hand grabbed a big portion of your hair and pulled it back, roughly, forcing you to arch your back. You could not help but whimper due to the pain in your skull. His breathing soon reached your neck and caused shivers down your spine; it smelled like wine.
“You little whore,” he mocked you, “you thought you could've killed me?”
His voice was completely different to the one you have heard before; it was almost like a growl, so deep, slow and hoarse. You would be lying if you said you did not find it amusing. His touch was rough and lacking the gentleness and delicacy that it had hours ago when he wiped the blood off of your lip.
“It was worth the try,” you breathed out, laughing at him when you felt his arousal pressing against your arse.
“What's so funny, huh?” he grunted, pulling you harder and making you hum. “I could kill you right here, right now,” he threatened.
“But you won't,” you murmured.
“That's right,” he mumbled, breathing in your scent. Even after taking a bath you still smelled of pine tree, it was an intoxicating smell. “I will prove your word first. Let's see if the wildlings whores fuck like goddesses, mhm?”
Your eyes widened when you felt his hand freeing your hair and going towards the skirts of your borrowed dress. He lifted them, holding them in place on your waist behind your back. He saw how your pussy was already starting to glisten with your arousal, even when he had barely touched you beforehand. His cock twitched inside his pants when he noticed that all of this was because of his rough touch.
You filthy slut, he thought.
You heard a soft stump on the floor as his pants fell down his thick legs. It did not take too much time for you to feel his leaking tip brushing against your folds, spreading them open and smearing your slick all over it. You had to bite your lip, holding back a gasp as he teasingly rubbed against your clit; this was certainly not what you were expecting, but it felt good enough to make you want more.
Slowly, he started to make his way inside you, grabbing your arsecheeck with his free hand and spreading it only to see your needy cunt taking him. Cregan gasped, your soft walls were wrapping around him perfectly, squeezing him just right and creaming all over him. He hummed in delight as he felt your legs already starting to shake. Gods, he was big, stretching you out as of you were a fucking maiden, providing you with that sweet pain that made your eyes close.
When he was halfway in, he pushed himself all in with a single thrust. His head touched that sweet, spongy spot inside of you. “Fuck!” you cried out, involuntarily spreading your legs further, at the same time your hands pushed all the plates and cups away from your side. It all ended up spilt on the floor.
He remained there for a few seconds, still inside of you and not moving an inch. Cregan's hand reached for your hair once again, pulling it back until your back was pressed against his chest and his lips were brushing against your ear. His breathing was ragged and unsteady; his tongue licked his lips as they started to get dry. You were able to feel him, his veins pulsing inside of you as he would twitch each time you clenched around him. Cregan hummed against your ear.
Without warning, his hips started to move and your legs suddenly felt as weak and giggly as jelly. Your hands gripped the border of the table as his movements started to increase his pace. He was filling you up so good, so deep. You found yourself murmuring senseless words as you slowly started to lose your mind, which was a weird thing for you; you would usually be the one in charge.
Though you did not mind submitting to him for a while. All your morality was soon gone, and all thanks to the man whose cock was good enough to make you forget about how much you hated him.
His hips started to meet yours with more force, thrusting hard but slow. It was just the beginning, and he wanted to make sure you would feel every inch of him, to feel every vein. All while he was also losing his mind over how good your pussy was taking him; your tight grip around him was sending him to the heavens, his eyes never looking away from the place where both of your bodies would join. Your walls contracted around him whenever he was pulling out, almost as if they were reluctant to let him go. Cregan loved that a bit too much, he might have become addicted to it.
Then, he sped it up. His grunts and moans were falling from his lips in cascades that reached your ears. A vocal man he was, expressing his lust with the most arousing sounds you have ever heard. It brought a sense of pride to your chest, having such an imposing man as him reduced to a moaning mess. But the truth was, you were not doing any better; his animalistic movements were now sending you over the edge quicker than you thought. The sound of your bodies slapping against each other and the feeling of your arousal falling down your thighs was enough to pull you into a cloud of raw lasciviousness. Your mind felt dizzy.
Suddenly, Cregan grabbed the knife you were trying to reach and threw it right next to your hand. You saw it through your heavy eyelids as you panted and gasped. You felt his lips pressing against your ear once again, but this time he spoke,
“Try to kill me now,” he hoarsely said. “Go on. Where's the girl who tried to kill me? Not so brave now with my cock ripping you apart, huh?”
“Fuck off…” you managed to say in a murmur. Cregan mockingly laughed, and his hand fell against the soft skin of your rear, leaving a pinching pain behind. Gods, you hated the fact that you loved it so much.
“So fiery, and yet you're a mess…” he chuckled, his heavy breathing against your nape making you tremble under his touch. “I wish you could see how your little cunny is taking my cock… you're fucking soaking for me.”
You moaned, louder than you should have.
“Want to take a look?” he teased you, pushing deeper inside of you. You tried to mumble an answer, but nothing came out of your mouth. His hand met your arse again, this time slightly harder. “Answer me,” he demanded, using his lower tone which made your knees go weak.
You had no choice, “Y-yes…” you whimpered as tears of pleasure were gathering in the corner of your eyes.
He pulled out of you and you immediately whined, complaining about his absence. His hands went to the ties on the back of your dress, starting to pull them out to get them loose enough to remove that piece of fabric that was just bothering him. When he finally did, he pulled it down in a single movement, and just like that you were completely exposed to him.
He took a quick look at your body once you turned around, glancing at your breasts and your perky nipples, and then looking at the glistening mess between your thighs. His hand wrapped around your jaw, and he leaned forward; his leaking cock rubbing against your belly as his nose touched your cheek. Suddenly, his lips trapped yours in a heated kiss that lacked any delicacy; he was claiming your mouth, swirling his tongue around yours and devouring you. You heard how he pushed the rest of the dishes, plates and cups on the ground, then he lifted your body forcing you to spread your legs. Only then he pulled away.
He looked down, watching your pussy drenched with your arousal and chuckling at the sight. “Didn't know wildlings women were such whores… getting this wet when I fuck you rough,” he mocked you, tightening the grip around your jaw and forcing you to keep your eyes on him.
Cregan guided his cock towards your slit, repeating the same teasing game as before, rubbing his tip against your now throbbing clit soaking it with the mixture of your juices and his. He gave a few taps afterwards, making you whine and your legs shake. You never, in a million years, thought you would be thinking of begging a Lord like him, yet there you were, about to plead to have him inside of you once again because the ache between your thighs was becoming unbearable.
As if he had read your thoughts, he soon pressed his cockhead against your entrance, pushing just the tip. You sighed, biting your lip as you looked down at it. You could have come right there as you saw how he slowly filled you up and stretched your walls once more. The way your labia would spread to take him in; such an obscene sight it was, yet you couldn't bring yourself to take your eyes off of it.
Once he was fully sheathed in you, you managed to perceive a small bulge forming in your lower belly which would appear each time he would bury himself deep inside of you. He did not take too much time to be rough this time, starting to snap his hips against yours and making you moan and drool until your mind was fully gone once again. His big hands were grabbing your hips, his nails digging into your flesh and making it slightly painful for you; yet, you didn't want it to stop. The sound of him entering your wetness was enough to make you mumble nonsense, and it wasn't long before you managed to see a ring of your juices around the bottom of his shaft. Your eyes rolled back.
His animalistic movements were sending you over the edge, and it was humiliating how loud your cries of pleasure were; you were certain that they could be heard in the hallway, but neither you nor Cregan cared enough to stop. Both of you were consumed by each other's touch, it was rough and passionate, you could feel the heat running through your veins as he possessed every inch of your insides until you were nothing but a moaning mess. Your skin was glowing with a layer of sweat, and Cregan leaned forward to lick on your collarbone, his tongue creating a path to your breasts; his lips closed around your nipple, sucking and nibbling. You grew desperate for release.
“Fuck- I need to… I'm so close,” you whimpered, your eyes locking with his.
“Come on,” he hoarsely murmured. “Show me how good of a whore you are, and make a mess on my cock.”
His words blurred your mind, sending a stimulus right into your core. You felt that sweet sensation of culmination when he touched your most sensitive point inside of you over and over again until you were sobbing with the tears of pleasure gathering in the corners of your eyes as you felt your release exploding and washing over you until your legs felt sore. You felt weak, trembling and overwhelmed. Your hair was sticking at your forehead due to your sweat and you were far gone into the pleasure he had just provided you. Yet, he seemed to not have enough.
Lord Stark pulled out of you. His length had a layer of your release coating it, and you felt your cheeks grow warm. It was unusual for you to feel this shy in this situation, but this whole thing was something rather unusual and rare. Sleeping with the biggest foe, you were a traitor now.
But Gods, it felt so damn good.
“Get on your knees,” he ordered. His hand wrapped around his leaking cock stroking himself, legs slightly parted as he looked at you with darkened eyes filled with lust. He was achingly hard, you could tell; his stones seemed heavy with his seed, which you would rather feel inside of you.
Yet, you obeyed, kneeling and looking up at him through your lashes. He cursed with a sigh, twitching with the lustful sight of you ready to take him once again.
“Open wide,” he instructed, brushing his cockhead against your swollen lips. You did what you were told. “Wider,” he demanded, and you obeyed again. “That's a good little whore…” he hummed, content.
You stuck your tongue out and felt his salty taste as he tapped his cock against it. You moaned, and he grabbed the sides of your face to keep you still as he started to move in and out of your mouth. He groaned, looking up and then back at you; such a skilful little minx you were, taking him so well.
Soon, your gags were echoing in the room along with your gulps and his moans. You were drooling; your saliva running down the corners of your lips as he fucked them as fast and hard as he pleased.
“There you go, take it all just like that,” he praised you, and you felt the warmth of the tears falling down your cheeks. “Mhm, fuck. I might start to believe what they say now. You're sucking my cock like a fucking goddess…”
You felt the back of your head pressing against the border of the table as he sped up. You were choking around him, and the sounds that came out of it were obscene and filthy, and Cregan loved it.
Before you could tell, he spilt himself inside of your mouth, forcing you to swallow every drop that left him. And you did.
Once he freed you from his grip, you pulled away. A string of saliva was still hanging from your lips as you desperately gasped for air, and only then Cregan noticed the big mess you had become. Hot and soaked cheeks, eyes tearing up, your lips swollen and covered with his thick and pearly seed. You were such an unholy sight.
His thumb reached for your lip, wiping your drool out of it. Such a gesture brought you back to that very same evening when he wiped the blood out of the cut in your lip. It did not feel foreign anymore. You were breathless, trying to regain composure as Cregan looked down at you with a satisfied glance.
“Seems like the rumours are not false,” he muttered, starting to pull his pants up again. “I might keep you so that I can feel those pretty lips around my cock again.”
“Keep- keep me?” you asked, confused and overwhelmed.
Cregan arched an eyebrow, “You think because I fucked you I will let you go?” he chuckled. You felt his hand wrapped around your jaw once again, forcing you to stand up. You trembled a little, feeling your legs shaky and weak. “So naive of you… to think that I would have a taste of you and then let you go.”
You felt your heart sink inside your chest as you heard him.
“Since you offered so nicely before, I will accept,” he sighed, picking up the dress you were wearing and throwing it up to you. “I’ll make you my personal whore, how about that?” You went silent. “Oh, come on, don't pretend this was not your idea… I was going to let you go with a warning but you came out with a better proposal. How could I say no?”
“I don't- I-” you shook your head.
“You belong to me now,” he chuckled. “A wildling made just for me to fuck as I please… Sounds perfect, does it not?”
You look into his grey eyes, perceiving and reading the mischievousness in them. You tried to escape and return to your freedom. Instead, everything went wrong and now you were trapped in the wolf's cage once again.
You were not sure how to feel about that.
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heyy!! i saw that your reqs are open ans i was wondering if i could ask for an "cregan stark x fem reader" in which the reader is giving birth but she ends up having complications during the birth (blood loss or the baby simply taking too long to come out) and she ends up being unconscious for a while... if that's not ok please ignore it, thank you!! <3
-Cregan Stark x reader
{The birth of your son Brandon Stark was nothing but stressful, and it makes Cregan face some horrible realisations}
CW// descriptions of blood/ reader is giving birth
Hope you enjoy my lovelies!! 💕
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It was early in the morning when it began. You were eating breakfast with Cregan when the sharp shooting pain erupted through your lower stomach, it took your breath away and you couldn’t help but reach over to clutch onto his arm with a gasp.
He stops mid-sentence as he watches your face contort with an awful look of discomfort, panic rising in his chest when your eyes meet his.
“My love? What is it?- what happened?” He asks, standing up from his chair. He helps you up, wincing as you scream out in pain. Cregan guides you to the bed his hand soothing your lower back in hopes it’ll relieve your discomfort, but his attempts are fruitless when he notices the tears that fall from your eyes and his heart drops.
You shake your head, squeezing your husband's hands as you try your best to ignore the blood that pools between your legs, “The maesters- please” You gasp between breaths and Cregan doesn’t need to be told twice as he rushes out the door.
It isn’t long before people start to barge into the room, orders being thrown around as the midwives lay you down on the bed pressing a cold wet towel on your forehead.
Your body aches as a hot flush wash over you, and every sensation is far too overwhelming, it certainly doesn’t help that your skin is sticky with sweat. You can hear Cregan outside your shared bedchambers before walking through the wooden door, much to the dismay of the nurses.
“What is happening?- please” his voice is strained and he can’t bear to look down at you, the sound of you hyperventilating is enough to make him feel sick to his stomach.
The maester looks up at him, “She has started her labour early lord Stark” he takes a deep breath, watching the worry that deepens within Cregan’s eyes, “You must let us work”
Hours have passed since then, the late afternoon sun is peaking behind the curtains and Cregan hasn’t left your side as your clammy hands squeeze his. He chokes back a sob every time you let out an agonising cry, your face pressed into the sweat-soaked pillow as you grit your teeth.
The nurses tell you when to breathe then push, breathe then push and you know for a fact that your body cannot handle much more pain, exhaustion is creeping through your already weak body.
“Almost there lady Stark, almost there” one of the nurses promises, as she switches your cold rag for a new one, and Cregan doesn’t miss the worry in her eyes as she glances down to the blood-soaked sheets beneath you.
“You hear that my love? Almost there” He leans down to press a kiss to your damp hairline, pushing back the wet strands.
His thumb caresses the space under your eye, wiping your tears away as he holds your cheek. “I can’t- Cregan I can’t” you sigh, trying your best to smile up at him.
He shakes his head, pressing his forehead against yours “Yes you can. You are the strongest woman I know” he whispers.
You nod, taking a deep breath before squeezing your eyes shut, pushing one last time as the nurses and maesters all shout praises. “A boy!” You hear someone gasp but they seem miles away, and then you hear your baby cry as the midwives move quickly to clean him, wrapping him up in a clean blanket.
The noise of the room seems to bleed together, muffled as if you were underwater and with it goes your sight, then everything seems to stop and for a moment, for the first time in the last seven hours, there is clarity and the ache in your body ebbs away as your eyes flutter close.
The moment your grip on Cregan's hand loosens his heart stops, and the sight of your limp body covered in sweat makes his whole world come crashing down. He can’t think straight and the feeling only grows stronger as his eyes drift to the blood-stains all over your legs and bedsheets.
There’s a lump in the back of his throat that chokes him, and all the words he wants to say, needs to say, die on his tongue.
“My wife- is-” he isn’t able to finish the sentence as the Maester hands him his son, his cries hit Cregan's ears, a painful reminder that no matter what happens to you he has to carry on, a harsh reality that he can’t bare to face.
Before he has time to even look down at his child he’s already being whisked away from his arms, wet nurses attending to him. It’s almost as if the world has slowed down, and he can’t breathe.
“She has lost a lot of blood, my lord,” The maester says, his tone soft and gentle as he cleans up, taking out some strong-smelling herbs. “The best we can do is let her rest, if she doesn’t wake within the hour hold this under her nose” he nods about to leave the room.
“She’ll live?” Cregan's voice is weak as he gently holds your hand.
“Of course my lord, as you said, she is a strong woman” he smiles before leaving the room, and it’s only when the door closes that his tears fall so effortlessly from his eyes, and he pleads to any Gods who are willing to listen to him that you’ll be okay.
Cregan doesn’t leave your side once as the hours pass by. His hand gently lays over the top of your heart. The feeling of it beating beneath his palm gives him hope. He gently pushes your hair back, tucking the strands behind your ear as he waits on bated breath for you to wake up.
He watches your eyes flutter and immediately sits up, shuffling to sit closer to you. You groan something incoherent, but he can tell from the way you sound it’s out of nothing but pain. He’s quick to hush you, guiding you to lay back down, to your dismay.
“Y/n, please- relax, my love” he pleads with you as you grab ahold of his hand.
“Our son? Is he-?” You panic, voice hoarse as you try to sit up, ignoring the pain that seizes your body.
“He’s fine, I promise-” He whispers, watching your panicked eyes flicker frantically around the room, "But you, my love- please you need to rest” The way his voice trembles with worry makes you listen, that and the unbearable ache in your bones.
You look up at him, tears in your eyes as the heaviness of the situation finally weighs upon you. “I want to see him, please?” You whisper, and the hoarseness in your voice makes his heartbreak.
He wipes away the tears that fall from your eyes, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “You will, I promise.” His voice calms your nerves. “Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah? He’s not going anywhere” Cregan smiles as you nod.
“Okay. I do need a bath” You let out a raspy giggle, relief washing over you as Cregan chuckles beside you.
“Of course, my sweet wife” he smiles, his hand gently caressing your cheek before disappearing off, but not without looking back at you, a sad look clouded over his tired eyes.
The water is pleasantly warm against your skin, your hands grasping onto your husband’s shoulders as he helps you into the wooden tub. There’s a thick layer of silence that falls upon you both, it almost feels suffocating.
Cregan doesn’t mutter a word as he washes you. The water sloshing around, and the harsh wind is the only thing you can hear. It’s you who breaks the silence, catching his hands within your own.
You bring his hands to cup your face, “I’m okay. Cregan? Look at me, please?” You plead, noticing how he hasn’t been able to keep eye contact since you woke up.
There are tears that build up in his eyes, a dam of emotions that burst out of him. “I thought I lost you” he whispers, voice strained as he breaks down completely, the last hour finally catching up to him.
“But you didn’t Cregan, I’m right here” You don’t bother trying to hide your own tears, and he’s quick to wipe them away.
He leans to rest his forehead against your own, “I know” his voice is so quiet that if he were sitting any further, you wouldn’t be able to hear him, “But you almost weren’t, and I can’t live without you” he presses his lips against yours in a gentle, loving kiss.
“You don’t have to, I am right here, my love,” you tell him, kissing him once more before he pulls away. “I love you” you smile, as he goes to start washing your hair.
“I love you more… more than words could ever express” he finishes washing you. His touch is overwhelmingly gentle, so full of love that it makes your chest bloom with warmth.
The way his fingertips graze along your arms, how his lips feel as they press kisses along your shoulders. Small whispers of sweet nothings shared between you both in the candle-lit bathroom only ever to be heard by the pair of you.
You lean on Cregan like a crutch as he helps you from the bath, drying you off and changing you into fresh clean sleep clothes. Your bedchambers have been aired out by herbs and incense, and the bed sheets have been changed.
It feels so heavenly as you climb into bed. The sun was well and truly set. “I have a visitor for you” Cregan smiles, walking into the room with your son in his arms, wrapped in a blanket.
You gasp as he hands him to you. He stirs from his sleep with the movement. His tiny fingers wrap around your own as you admire him. “He’s perfect” You press a kiss to his forehead. Cregan sits beside you on the bed, the back of his fingers caressing his son's cheek.
“Brandon Stark” you whisper, looking over to your husband as he glances over at you with nothing but tenderness in his eyes.
You lean your head against his shoulder, smiling when he wraps an arm around your shoulders, bringing you closer, before pulling the sheets over your legs. “Brandon Stark” he repeats with approval, and you both chuckle as your son gurgles up at you with wide eyes.
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The price of war, part 2
Part 1
Summary: You are getting accustomed to your new life as the Lady of Winterfell
Warnings: it is implied that reader has a "midsize" body or rather she is plus size, cursing, forced marriage, a bit of humiliation and degradation (just between them both), talks about body shaming (not towards reader), reader is concern her body will change, mentions of pregnancy, pregnancy, body changing, SMUT, body worship, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, overstimulation I think, might miss some warnings but you know me.
Notes: no please this will not become a story, I just felt kinky
This happens a couple of months after the first part, but BEFORE that little flash-forward
This wasn’t easy, not at all
Cregan was not going to support your brother, but he has decided to kept you with him
You married him a couple of days later after he had you, Jace even gave you away to him with a mocking stance after he himself took his liberties with you once in Cregan’s chambers
Only once
Because the wolf didn’t want to share you, he said so himself…
The trace of Jace’s hands vanished quickly from your body, Cregan had made sure of it
Now two months had passed and even though you were the lady of Winterfell, you barely left the castle, you barely did anything…
Your days consisted of rising up with Cregan inside of you, he would fuck you tired, when you’d come to your senses he would be finishing breaking his fast, leaving you with a small feast as he went away to deals with matters of importance to the biggest of the 7 Kingdoms. He wouldn’t tell you what he’d do… you thought because they were preparing for marching…
Against your family.
You’d spend your short days… as winter was coming… sewing, reading northerners history, and chatting with servants maids and people of the castle.
They were becoming… softer towards you.
They were sweet and nice but… there was a secret arrangement between the servants and soldiers of Winterfell… you were not to leave…
Nobody would physically stop you, but those days you dared go outside to the courtyard, you felt the soldiers sting you nervously, how the maids would never leave you alone…
So you’d return inside, it was chilly anyways
At night when Cregan returned, no matter how much you’d try to initiate conversation, he would quiet you with kisses and caresses, he would take you once and again, and those sweet times when you would lay over him, your head in his chest… you try to ask him about his day…
And he would imply, annoyed, that you didn’t need to know it…
He thought you were trying to spy on him
And that made you sad
Three full moons had passed since that fateful day you landed your dragon outside the double walls of Winterfell…
And all that time alone with yourself.. had make you more aware… self aware
Something was off, as you broke your fast… alone… the sole smell of those wild boar sausages made your stomach do somersaults inside of you…
You had been feeling.. heavier lately.. more sensitive, and now you wanted to throw up
Perhaps you were dying
Catched some desease that only southerners in the north could catch…
But oh you knew the truth, deep inside
You weren’t an idiot
The maid catched you with your hands in your sensitive breasts…
The maester was called, and your doubts dissipated
You were with child
Cregan was coming home tonight and you were waiting for him with a small feast and candles lighten
You… we’re conflicted about Cregan, he was gruff, a bit wild, but he never mistreated you, he was gentle and sensual with you, and wether you had liked it or not, he was your husband…
You just wanted to melt the ice around him…
So when he entered his chambers he found you waiting for him with a soft smile
He smirked
Now you were changing tactics… he thought… you were trying to soften him, get him to lower his guards… he found it endearing
“What’s all this my sweet lady wife?”, he asked, you got nervous all of a sudden
“I wanted to tell you something…”
The child you were expecting… it was not Cregan’s first born, he already had a son, Rickon, who he wouldn’t let you meet yet… he had no need of a heir, he already had one… so you’d imagine he didn’t care much, but if he didn’t want more children… he wouldn’t have bed you as much…
You only hope this could bring you both together
“Go ahead”, he encouraged
You knew he didn’t trust you
You had this plan to ease him into it, to start dining, to chat a bit about his day, and then finally you'd tell him about your condition, but his piercing gray eyes were drilling into your nervous stare, and he seemed impatient, so you guessed it was better to just tell him.
"I'm with child", you said with a small smile.
You were happy, you always wanted to have your own family, you did, perhaps it was your father's neglect, or your mother's stern interactions with you all, but you wanted to have children of your own, just so you could love them as much and as best as you could, because you knew you could do better than what you had
Cregan chuckled darkly
"Oh my sweet, innocent little wife, I had noticed already", he purred, with his usual smirk
"Uh?", you muttered, one of your hands in your yet somewhat flat belly
"Your tits are bigger, you get all whiny when I touch them, and your waist and thighs are thicker...", he said with a mocking tone, "So I already noticed, I just wanted you to tell me"
"Oh", you whispered. You didn't see a change in his attitude towards you, perhaps he wasn't extremely happy, maybe this was what he expected from you, so that's why he wasn't particularly excited
You looked down as your nose tickled, a tell tell sign that you were about to start crying
...and your waist and thighs are thicker...
You ahd noticed how your sisters' bodies changed, both of them, Rhaenyra had lost the figure she had, you don't remember her young and thin, but older, as your mother, and thicker, but you did remember Helaena, her body, after having the twins, became softer, rounder... Aegon had made sure to point it out shortly after she gave birth... while in his cups he mocked of how he didn't desire her now with her new body
He made her cry, Aemond had grabbed him and smacked his head against the stone floor of the dinning room until Alicent cried to stop him
"I'm sorry", you muttered, and now he looked confused, "I'm afraid is a thing Targaryen women suffer while carrying a child... they loose their figure..."
"You have nothing to be sorry for", he didn't mean it like that, he thought, alarmed, when he saw you were about to cry.
You thought he had insulted you, when for him was the opposite
He took two long steps and grab you softly
"I can't wait for you to get fat with my child", he growled, you looked up into his eyes to find his pupils enlarged, ready to pounce on you, "more for me to grab, to caress, to kiss..."
"Really?", you asked, suddenly embarrassed, not really believing him
"You don't believe me little one?", he growled, his big hands, even over your dress, surrounded your and grabbed you under your ass cheeks, making you whine in surprise, "you are even more beautiful than the day you arrived here, and each passing week you'll be even more", he leaned in and kissed you then, more like... he devoured you
You completely gave in as he trapped your lips with his, you already know how it went, but this time felt different
Before you even knew it, you heard it, he ripped your dress with one tug, in a second leaving naked to his eyes
"You are so fucking delicious... can't fucking wait till' you are all round for me", he whispered adoringly, made you want to cry but this time from happiness
Still with his hands on the back of your thighs, he managed to get you off the ground and wrapping your legs around his waist, as he took you to the bed
"It seems I wasn't clear enough", he said softly, "It appears that no matter all the times I've bedded you, you still think I'm not attracted to you, that I don't take you seriously as my wife"
He placed you softly to the bed, he accommodated between your thighs. He looked down at you, admired your form, and you wanted to cover your breasts at least, feeling watched so intently...
"ah ah ah", he chided, grabbing yours arms, preventing you from covering, "you are mine to see, remember?", he took his own clothes very quickly, until he was as naked as you were.
He was a magnificent creature, his muscles visible under his beautiful skin, his body thick, his chest ample, hsi arms and legs thick as logs... his... manhood... thick, generous, you had nothing to compare it with, but it was so big... thick as almost your wrist
"You like what you see too, don't you?", that devilish smirk that made your knees tremble
You were feeling more confident, now more desired so you nodded strongly
"Yes husband" you admitted, his smirk grew even more, and his big rough hands grabbed your soft thighs, squishing them, admiring them
"Who does this thighs belong to?", he asked then, looking down at you
"To you", you answered without even thinking
"And who does this belly belong to?", he asked grabbing your sides, squeezing a bit too
"To you", you repeated, a smirk of your own appearing in your mouth, his thick but nimble fingers sneaked between your thighs then, you jumped, buckling your hips when they teased your entrance, his thumb in your clit
"And this cunt?", he teased, "that will bear me many children"
"It's yours", you moaned, spreading your legs even further, asking for more... and he indulged you sinking in another finger, to tease your insides.
"Ah", you almost lost it when he found that special spot inside of you and bullied it relentlessly until you could hear the squelching sounds you were making
"All wet for me too", he teased, "so precious, my beautiful, desired little wife, all mine to breed"
You didn't know why his words turned you on so much but they did.
"Please...", you begged buckling your hips once his fingers abandoned your inside
"Please what?", he teased
"Please... I need you inside me", you begged, not caring anymore, he was your husband, you wanted him and he wanted you, there was no power play, no more no between you.
"I shall indulge you then", he said, pleased, his hands would not leaving your soft thighs, squeezing them, caressing them, his eyes never leaving your form... his pupils enlarged making his eyes seem all black, his teeth... in his mouth hunger for you...
"But firt", it happened fast, he layed on his belly between your thighs and sunk in your cunt
It made you scream the contact of his wet tongue between your tongues, your hand went to his wild hairs, the other to the sheets under you
You herd him, rather, you felt him chuckle between you, making goosebumps blossom in your skin. His rough hands in your thighs, his mouth, his wet large tongue. He devoured you like a man starved.
It was not the first time he'd done it, the first time you felt akward, he could sense it, it was less intense than this, more tense rather...
But not now, when you were coming undone for the second time, and he lapped at your juices like it was water and he was parched
He finally released you when he was satted and your legs were shaking around him.
He ludely wiped his mouth with his naked arm, smiling birghtly at you from above
"Fucking delicious", he but as moaned, "now that you indulged me, love, I'll indulge you"
"Wait... wait i can't"
"Yes you can, just take it my love", he teased, he took his hand wet with your arousal to his cock, stroking it. You whimpered, your senses heightened.
You whimpered again, but you welcomed him spreading your legs wider.
He entered you slowly but steadily, you melted under him as you felt every centimeter of his thick cock.
"Oh gods", you whined your head falling back
"It's not your gods, my love, it's me", he growled, "your loving husband"
He wasted no time in moving, retrieving himself until his very tip, making you whine and then he sank himself back inside you to the hilt, with more purpose this time
"You look so beautiful like this", he teased, "taking my cock, so full of it"
"I like it", its the only thing you were able to mutter, your mind clouded
"Of course you do", his strong arms were placed by the side of your face, you could see his muscles working as he kept himself from crushing you under his weight
His thrusts were deep and strong, you could swear the tip of his cock reached your belly every time.
"You are going to look so beautiful", he said, "more than you already do, but don't think this is going to end", he promised with a dark smile, "it will only get more frequent, I won't be able to keep myself from you", he kept ramming into you
The bed make dangerous sounds under you, threatening to break, you you didn't care
"Are you well?", he had to ask, your eye had rolled almost to the back of your head, you were shaking and moaning without restraint
"Please don't stop", you begged making him chuckled darkly
"I love you", he promised in the middle of his grunts, keeping his rhythm steady, just as you needed.
That did managed to slip in your mind
"You do?", you asked, grabbing onto his arms, looking into his eyes
"I fucking do, from the moment I saw you enter that room I knew, you belonged with me", he promised, as he resumed his thrusts, "I needed to have you, breed you", you moaned, feeling your orgasm building again, "and turn you into my little slut", you whined in protest but he quieted you down with a dark chuckle, "now here you are, desperate for my cock, aren't you?", you nodded quickly, "of course you are you little thing"
"Please", you begged
"Admit it", he teased, fucking you slowly
"I am, I love it", you whispered, giving up so easily, there was no reason to hide it
"Good girl", his hand cradled your cheek, his thumb caressed your cheek
"I love you too", you whispered, he fucked you harder, finally cuming inside of you
That triggered your own climax
You almost lost consciusness
You certainly missed your husband chuckling at you, leaving your form, and cuddling you next to him, after bringing you water
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* DISSOLVE
pairing: cregan stark x targaryen!reader
summary: an unexpected visitor arrives at winterfell, cregan is surprised to say the least.
contains: 18+, fingering, p in v, afab!reader, she/her pronouns, biting(?) marking(?), masturbation, asks about consent all the way becasue thats cregan ok.
author's note: i was horny in class, you cant relate to my struggle as i wrote this. my comeback and its cregan because i dream about this man and i need him carnally... also pls forgive any mistakes yall know my first language its spanish so don't be mean and leave feedback if you liked it !! pls reblog !!! !!!!!!! also totally inspired by mi amor @fairysluna fic about targ!reader x cregan yall pls read it its GOD TIER. ok bye now pls enjoy !
Winterfell was.. nice.
Your dragon, The Bronze Fury, wasn't fond of the snowy wasteland you commanded him to fly on. He grumbled as he landed near the northern capital, clouds of smoke coming out of his nostrils as he let you dismount him carefully, as much as he hated the north, he couldn't be mad at his rider.
You petted Vemithor’s snout, his red eyes intently watching you and allowing it, because after all, you were his little human. “Obey, stay here.” Vermithor roared, complaining in his own way, you just laughed and waved him off as you made your way to the castle.
*
“Warden Stark, this is a matter of great urgency…”
Cregan stopped himself from rolling his eyes at the request of the Umber patriarch, a much older man who was filled with jealousy because Cregan was the Warden of the North and he wasn't, always mentioning it to the great council that was held once a month in the northern capital.
“My lord,” Cregan sighed, “I do not have time for this right now, you had your time for requesting when we were six hours in the council meeting earlier today.”
Lord Umber was about to speak again, smoke coming out his ears but was interrupted by the door of the Great Hall opening, a servant of the castle stepping in and announcing loudly;
“Princess Y/N Targaryen,” Cregan’s head snapped towards the doors, taking in the sight of you entering the Great Hall.
You were bundled up in heavy clothing to protect against the cold weather, wearing a thick fur-lined cloak over a long (but tight?) black dress with red accents, with the three-headed dragon sigil embroidered on your chest.
“Lord Umber, return to this conversation later,” Lord Umber's grumbles could be heard as he walked out quickly after bowing to you, leaving the two of you alone in the Great Hall.
As you walked towards Cregan, he could feel a blush starting on his cheeks.
“My lady.”
Cregan noticed a glint of amusement in your eyes as you spoke, it was almost a purr.
“Lord Cregan,” You raised an eyebrow, smirking, “I am not your lady, I am your princess.”
Cregan’s face turned redder, looking down for a second as if ashamed. “You are right, my princess. I have never before seen the princess of the realm and I was momentarily taken aback, forgetting your station,” He gulped, “I ask for your forgiveness, your highness.”
You chuckled, delighted. “Do not worry, my lord, we all make mistakes.”
He looked at you in awe, he never had seen a woman as beautiful as you, especially in this land of wolves. He felt like he was being pulled towards you as if he was a moth and you were the flame, taking steps towards you.
“Nice meeting you, Warden Stark.” You could tell he was nervous, hiding his shaky hands behind his back, standing straight.
He nodded, almost a bow, “What’s the Princess of Dragonstone doing in Winterfell if I may ask? It is rare to see a noble of the south in this frozen land, even rarer the Crown’s Princess.”
You chuckled softly, and Cregan couldn't feel more attracted to you now as he continued, “Is this an official visit? or did you just wake up with a desire to see my homeland?”
“A little of both,” Cregan raised an eyebrow at you, “I came on dragon back,”
He looks at you with a mix of awe and fear. Dragons have not been seen in the North for a long time, so the mere mention of one is enough to make him worry slightly. “Did you fly all the way here alone, princess? Or is there an entourage of guards, servants, and courtiers that I need to prepare for? I would not presume to let you see one of the great houses of the North without a proper welcoming, even if you are visiting unannounced.”
This made you giggle, and Cregan’s face kept getting warmer with each second passing. “I am alone, my lord.”
Cregan bowed, trying to hide his warm cheeks and of course, showing respect for your station and your valor for traveling alone in the frozen wastes of the North.
He straightened his back and looked into your lilac eyes, breathing softly trying to not get lost in them, “What would you wish to do here, my princess? I could arrange a meal, or a bath to warm up from the freezing weather? Or maybe you would like to talk?”
“A bath would be nice, my lord.” You gave him a wolfish grin, looking him up and down and making him gulp at the sight.
“I will have one prepared for you immediately.” Cregan walked towards the doors, calling a servant to get your bath ready as soon as possible in the guest chambers near his own, he turned around to talk to you but found you were walking around the room, intently watching the tapestries and paintings.
He watched you do this for a few minutes until a servant came back to inform him the bath was ready in the guest chambers, he came out of his trance watching you.
“My princess, the bath is ready for you,” You turned around grinning mischievously, “Is there anything else that I can do for you now? Anything at all?”
Cregan would learn a few seconds later that his words would turn against him.
“Perhaps you could join me?”
A wave of crimson washed over Cregan’s face, and you could see how your words were making sense in his head. What were you trying on him? Was the offer even real or just teasing on your part? He watched you with his jaw slightly dropped trying to think of a proper answer for you, the temptation was certainly great… to see a princess like that, to see you all bare, he could feel himself getting harder at the thought of your naked body, but… what will others think? You came to Winterfell alone, what could happen if others find out he was in your chambers all alone? The temptation was too great to resist it.
“Is this something you truly want, your highness?” Cregan swallowed, taking another step toward you, “Or am I being an object of teasing?”
You grinned widely, taking a step to meet him halfway putting a hand on his wide chest, “My lord, you know how stunning you are?”
Cregan couldn't spit the words out, too occupied focusing on the hand on his chest.
“I am very thankful for your hospitality, my lord,” His gaze fell into your wolfish grin and intense stare, “So I am extending an invitation of my own if you want it.”
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Cregan found himself in your chambers, mad at himself for his weak resolve against the Targaryen temptress.
But all those feelings went away the moment you locked the door after entering the room behind him.
The bathtub in the middle of the room was big enough for two people, that was out of the question and Cregan wondered if the servants did this on purpose. You walked towards the bed near the fireplace, taking your fur cloak off and leaving it carefully on the mattress.
“Is this room to your liking, my princess?” Cregan said, watching you subtly.
“It is,” You nodded, slowly untying your dress, “Could you help me, my lord?” You turned around, watching him over your shoulder with a playful smile. “This dress is hard to take off on my own.”
Of fucking course.
Cregan made his way over you, his rough hands carefully untying the complicated part of your dress on your back. You could feel his fingers tracing your shoulder blade, now exposed to the warm air of the room thanks to the fireplace. “I can never take this off without my lady-in-waiting’s help.” You giggled, still watching him over your shoulder.
Cregan shook his head, amused by the fact you were gonna need help to take this off in any case, thankful it was him this time. He waited for you to move first, removing his hands gently.
He took a step backward, “You may undress as you wish, my princess. It would be rude of me to stare while you are getting in and out of the tub.” You turned around to face him, your dress falling off your shoulders as he spoke, “I will keep my eyes lowered.”
Cregan’s gaze fell to the ground, his hands again behind his back, anxiously playing with his thumb.
“My lord.” You purred, “I don’t mind, you can look if you wish.”
He splutters, his gaze still glued down to the floor, shocked by your words but his traitorous eyes wander back to your figure, he gasps when he sees how your dress is no longer on your shoulders, now hanging low on your waist and your chest bare.
“M-my princess… this is not appropriate…” He exhales shakily, his eyes glued to your chest not able to look away now.
You roll your eyes, chuckling softly, “I don’t mind, my lord, I am not ashamed of my body.”
Cregan’s jaw drops, your words sending shivers to his spine, and his uniform pants getting tighter. You have the confidence of a queen and beauty to match it.
“Then allow me,” He takes a look up and down at your form as you continue to remove your garments.
“Like what you see, pup?”
Your words make Cregan freeze on his spot near the bathtub, his eyes roaming crazily over your body, now fully bare to him. You walk towards him, stepping slowly on the hot water until it’s reaching your thighs.
“Words cannot describe what I’m feeling, your highness.” He exhales shakily, “I am merely a northern wolf awed by a dragon’s beauty and power.”
You chuckle, sitting down on the tub, the water reaching your breasts, “You flatter me, pup.”
He looks at you stunned, you seem unbothered by the scalding hot water as you sit looking at him expectantly. He has no words to describe what’s going on inside his head, the Crown’s Princess is bathing in front of the Warden of the North as if there were no one else in the world, he's only able to stare at you in awe, his eyes shining with a glint of lust.
He stumbles on his next words, “W-what should I do now, your highness?”
“Join me.”
He only can nod and starts to remove his clothes immediately, showing no humility or shame at being naked in front of the princess, your confident self giving him confidence.
He realizes what he's about to do, “You’re not offended by my nakedness?”
You raise an eyebrow at him, amused, “Why would I be offended? You’re beautiful.”
Men are rarely complimented by their beauty, something Cregan doesn't experience as much, and you can tell this by the way his face lits up and blushes hard, turning away from your amused gaze and feeling slightly bashful.
He takes a deep breath and steps into the bathtub, the water is almost too hot for his liking but he seats behind you without any complaints. He is facing your back and he has to stop himself from reaching out and touching you.
“Shall I wash you, my princess? Or shall I merely enjoy the view?” The moments those words left his mouth his face was plagued by a crimson blush, not believing that he could mutter that out loud.
He heard you chuckle, turning your head to the side but not all the way so he could appreciate your side profile as you spoke, “Whatever you want,”
He scooted closer to you, keeping all his lower body and his not-that-hard (a lie) cock away from your ass. Still half in disbelief, the princess herself telling him to do whatever he wanted? He was an ambitious man, but started on the base of his wants, not wanting to scare you off. He reach out and ran his hands through your white hair, slowly washing it and once in a while touching your neck.
Your skin felt impossibly soft in his rough palms, and your scent was enough to send him far far away. He felt his heart racing, threatening with escaping his rib cage, he couldn’t believe you were there in front of him, a Targaryen princess, naked and inviting.
As he softly caresses your neck, you throw your head back enjoying the feeling of him touching your skin. His hands softly untangle your wet hair, and it surprises him when you let out a low moan when he accidentally pulled your hair.
“Oh,” Cregan could feel the heat rising to his face, and of course, his cock twitching.
Being this close to you was making him lose all his composure, but he did his best as his hands traveled to your shoulders from your hair, massaging them gently as you nudged back, encouraging him to continue.
“Shall… shall I move further down, my princess?”
He could physically feel your laugh against his hands, sending shivers down his spine.
“Yes.”
His hands moved along your shoulders, past your neck, and down to your upper back softly touching and caressing the path downwards your back. He can hear you sigh quietly, his hands coming back to your shoulder blades and slowly moving to your sides, just below your arms, both of his index fingers just barely brushing your breasts.
He stops, his hands still. “May I, your highness? I would never want to do something without your consent.”
You turn your head over your shoulder, watching him from the corner of your eye. “Go on, pup.”
His hands reach your chest, and he scoots closer, his (now) hard cock a few inches away from your ass. He warily cups your breasts, squeezing them gently as his fingers pinch your nipples, making them pebble.
You let out a whimper, shivering at the touch of his rough and big hands on your tits.
“Does this... please you, your highness? My hands on your perfect skin?” He cannot stop himself now, words spilling out his mouth as they didn’t before, his hands wandering around and playing with your chest.
“Yes, you’re doing such a good job, pup.” He blushes deeply but doesn't stop.
He’s still in disbelief, not entirely believing the situation happening in front of his eyes. The princess of Dragonstone telling him how good he's being for her? It is too much to comprehend, you’re so above him in any situation, but there you are, praising and wanting him to touch you.
“You want me to continue, my princess?”
You nod, “Go further,”
His heart starts to pound harder in his chest, like a war drum, but he continues to do as you say. One hand stays playing with your breast, stroking your nipple, and the other travels downwards through your belly.
“Like this?” He whispers in your ear, and you can feel his hot breath on the back of your neck.
You surprise him again by scooting back, your ass against his hardened length, he gasps, the plump of your ass touching his cock making him lose his vision for a second, not expecting it at all.
“Just like that,” Your words send chills down his spine, is he really about to do this with a princess? Is he really worthy of that? He swallows deeply, his mouth now dry, but his mind is made up. He wants you, and if you’re allowing him to do this, he won't complain at all.
“As you wish, my princess. How far would you like me to continue?”
“As far as you wish, pup.”
Your words leave him breathless, but he obliges.
Cregan’s hand on your belly travels further down, carefully to not overstep your boundaries but decided to resume his wandering on your body as his cock presses against your ass. His eyes are glued to the back of your neck, his touch is hesitant at first but your permission makes him feel bold, so he presses his one hand down further and the other squeezes your breast.
“Go on, pup,” You whisper, leaning your head back and resting it on his shoulder as his mouth grazes your neck towards your throat, breathing heavily, “You know what to do.”
He chuckles, but it comes out as a shaky breath. He knows exactly what to do.
His fingers slowly make their way down to your cunt, two digits slowly reaching your clit hovering over it, and moving down to your folds, feeling how you shiver.
You exhale shakily, leaning even more against his body, “Please.”
Cregan’s resolve breaks, blushing as he continues his ministrations, teasing your clit with his palm and fingers grazing your folds, rubbing them.
He’s so immersed in his teasing he doesn't notice when your soft hand grabs his, pushing it down towards your pussy hard. “I don’t like being teased, do your work.”
Your words drive him into a frenzy, immediately obeying and pushing two fingers into your cunt, hearing you moan. His hand on your breast leaves to support what the other one is doing, moving his fingers in a circular motion on your clit as the other fingers you.
You throw your head back into his shoulder harshly, groaning. “Don’t stop, pup.”
Cregan grinds himself against your ass as he thrusts into you, fingers deep into your pussy. Your breath starts to get labored and your shoulders begin to shake, he starts going faster, more vigorously as he hears your little whimpers with his name mixed into your chants.
“You’re doing so good for me, pup,” He grins proudly, his cock twitching at the breathy praise that falls from your lips, grinding harder against your ass.
Cregan makes you reach your peak after he pinches your clit and his long rough fingers thrust into you, shaking slightly as he holds you in place.
He’s still rock hard against your ass, and after a few moments to come back to yourself, you turn around to face him, your tits against his chest as you straddle his lap, not caring at all how the water splashes outside the tub.
Cregan’s cock is a sight, long and with a thickness it makes your mouth water. He watches you as you move around him until you grab his shaft making his dick brush your folds as you accommodate, the tip teasing on your hole.
“I want you, do you want me?”
He thinks that’s the dumbest question he's ever heard in his twenty-one years of life.
“Hell yes, my princess.”
You give him a wolfish grin as you sink into his length mercilessly in one go, your tight hole wrapping his cock in a warm embrace he can only answer by groaning loudly, his hands flying to your hips to help you steady yourself.
“You’re so tight, seven hells… my goddess, you’re so beautiful.” Your mouth parted at the sensation of his cock splitting you in two, combined with his praise, it’s enough encouragement to start riding him, water splashing everywhere.
His voice starts coming out as incoherences, between praises and swearing on how tight you are, and how your cunt was made for him, his mouth latching at your breast biting it and marking the sides when he can no longer say coherent words. You ride him hard and roughly, so it’s not a surprise when he spills inside your pussy and you follow him behind quickly with a second orgasm when he moves his hand down to rub your clit.
He hugs you as you both breathe heavily, trying to compose yourselves.
Your hand reaches his face, cupping his cheek as he looks into your lilac eyes like a puppy.
“You did so well, you’re not getting rid of me now.”
He beams at the praise, hugging you tightly, pressing your body against his with him still inside you, getting softer.
“It is my pleasure to please you, my princess.”
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Always Good At Playing Pretend *SMUT*
Summary: Making your big strong husband, turn into a mushy pillow prince.
Warnings: Service bottom! Cregan, Fem reader, Unprotected sex, Talk of aftercare because fuck ye old times it should be a thing.
Word Count: 2.1k
Cregan woke up to the sound of silence in the Godswood, and he stepped outside to see a beautiful sunrise through the trees. After a quick breakfast, he goes to the Great Hall to meet with his advisors and attend to any urgent matters. Meanwhile, you his wife enjoy a leisurely breakfast in your shared chambers. Inside the chambers, you sat back on the chair by a large window with your breakfast on the table. You ate your breakfast slowly while you stared out the window. The view was gorgeous with the sunlight streaming in through the glass waiting for him to finish and come back.
Cregan went to see his wife after he had dealt with matters in the Great Hall. He approached you when you were finishing up your breakfast and sat next to you at the table. "Good morning lovely, did you enjoy your breakfast?" Cregan said with a smile as he looked at you. You looked up and smiled back at Cregan as he came to you. You nodded. "I did, it was delicious." You said before taking another sip of your tea. "How was the meeting? Did you have important matters to attend to?" "It was mostly mundane matters of little import. Nothing to worry your pretty head about." Cregan teased as he took one of your hands into his and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Besides, we have much more important things to consider today," Cregan said with a sly grin as he leaned forward to kiss you. You chuckled and returned the kiss.
You knew your husband meant more than just a good morning kiss. You placed your hands upon his shoulders and pulled him closer. After a long embrace, you spoke softly. "What do you have in mind?" Cregan chuckled as he leaned in to whisper in your ear. "Why don't we discuss it in bed?" Cregan smiled down at you, his eyes drifting down to your chest for a moment before going up to meet your gaze again. You smiled and let out a giggle at the way he was looking at you. But you did not hesitate to take his hand and stand up from the chair. Lacing his fingers into yours, you led your husband to the bed.
He watched with amusement as you took his hand and led him onto the bed. He couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of pride and satisfaction. As you climbed onto his lap, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer, kissing you deeply while running his hands through your hair gently. Feeling the warmth of your body against his only served to intensify his arousal, and it wasn't long before he began undoing your clothes slowly, one by one. He felt a surge of excitement and desire coursing through his body. He watched with anticipation as you were straddling his waist and looking down at him with an alluring grin on your face. Feeling your warmth against his skin, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you even closer, feeling your breasts press against his chest and hips against his thighs. "Mmm...I love having you in my embrace like this," he whispered, his voice thick with passion. "You look incredibly sexy when you're so confident and assertive."
Your eyes locked onto his as you started a slow grind on his lap, feeling the heat radiating off of his body. You could feel how much arousal was building within him and it only made you more excited. As your legs spread wide apart, giving him full access to everything between them. You ran your hands through his hair gently pulling it back while biting your lower lip slightly before speaking in a seductive tone. "I've been waiting all morning for this moment." Your words were filled with both confidence and vulnerability as you continued to grind against him slowly teasing the both of you. "And I also know that you can't resist me when I am being so bold." His cock throbbed painfully against the fabric of his breeches, desperate for release as you moved sensually against him. Your confident demeanor and teasing movements had him completely under your spell, and he knew there was no chance of resisting your temptations. As you spoke about knowing how much he couldn't resist you, he nodded in agreement and reached down to unbutton his pants, freeing his rock-hard erection and letting it spring free. "Fuck, yes...I need you so bad right now," he groaned, running his hands along your smooth thighs and cupping your ass with a rough squeeze. "Can't wait any longer – time for some proper lovemaking."
Your eyes lit up with excitement as you saw Cregan's hand unbuttoning his breeches and freeing his cock. You moaned softly as you felt the tip brush against your wet folds, driving you wild with desire. With a grin on your face, you leaned forward and bit your bottom lip before responding in a breathless tone. "Oh yeah… I have been waiting for this moment too." As Cregan's cock pressed against your dripping entrance, you grabbed onto his wrists and guided him deeper toward your slick heat. The thought of being fully penetrated by his large member sent shivers down your spine and you let out a long moan. "God… I love how big you are my wolf…" You whispered between kisses on his lips. "Oh god, yes…I want this inside of me so fucking bad." With that, you positioned yourself over his throbbing cock and lowered yourself down slowly until you were sitting on top of it, allowing every inch to slide deep into your tight pussy. "Ohhh…this feels amazing,"
Feeling your slick entrance envelop his swollen member, he thrust deep inside your tight pussy with a feral growl, groaning loudly as he felt you bounce and move your hips in an intoxicating way. His balls slapped against your thighs with each powerful thrust, leaving a trail of precum behind as he relentlessly matched your pace. "Fuck, yes... This is what I've been craving all day - your tight pussy wrapped around my throbbing cock," he grunted between labored breaths, his hips moving faster and harder with each passing second. "I can't believe how wet you get for me... It's like I'm fucking a damn waterfall." Your eyes rolled back in pleasure as Cregan's massive cock buried itself deep inside your wet pussy, filling you with pleasure and ecstasy. Your nails dug into his wrists, holding onto him tightly as you rode his powerful thrusts, feeling every inch of his length stretching your walls to the limit. You let out a series of loud moans and gasps, lost in the overwhelming sensation of being a dominant lover for once.
"Ahhhh… Fuck me hard, Cregan… Make me cum for you… I want you to be my little slut," you pleaded between breaths, your voice becoming more demanding with each word. "I want nothing more than you to be my personal plaything… my perfect little wolf whore." He felt a surge of arousal and dominance course through his entire body. The knowledge that you were taking control of your lovemaking session only served to intensify his desire to please you and fulfill your every command. "Yeah? Well, then let me show you just how much I'm willing to surrender to my gorgeous wife," he said between heavy breaths, "Let me give you the most mind-blowing orgasms of your life, my beautiful queen." With that, he easily increased the tempo and intensity of his thrusts even further, driving himself as deep into your pulsating core as humanly possible.
Your heart raced with excitement as you heard Cregan declare his willingness to surrender completely to you. His words sent a thrill of power coursing through your veins, making you feel even more dominant and in control of the situation. As he increased the pace and depth of his strokes, driving himself even deeper into your slick pussy, you let out a loud cry of pleasure mixed with surprise and delight. "Oh god… Yes! Fuck me like that, Cregan." Your voice was a mix of vulnerability and excitement as you reveled in the sensation of being so thoroughly claimed by your own husband. "I can't believe how good this feels… And I know you're going to make me cum so hard for you like a good boy." His cock throbbed even more insistently as he felt your body trembling above him, your orgasm drawing nearer with each passing moment. He knew that he needed to push you over the edge soon if he wanted to truly prove to you how much he was willing to submit to your will. "That's right, baby... I'm going to show you just how far I'm willing to go for you," he growled between labored breaths, "And when you see how eager I am to please you, you won't be able to resist claiming every last inch of my body as your own."
Sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body as he continued to pound into your tight pussy with unbridled ferocity. The thought of being your personal plaything and pleasure object only fueled his desire to please you and satisfy your every carnal desire. "Scream for me, sweetheart," he growled near your ear, "Let everyone know that I'm your devoted servant and slave." His hips bucked wildly, driving himself deeper still into your wet folds with each punishing stroke. Your eyes fluttered closed as you felt even closer to the edge of climax. Your body shook with anticipation, and you could feel the waves of pleasure building up inside you, threatening to consume you entirely. "Mmmph… Oh god… I can't believe you're doing this for me," you moaned, "I never thought I would ever find someone who would be so…so willing to submit to me like this." The thought of having complete control over Cregan's body and his actions sent shivers down your spine, making you feel incredibly powerful and dominant.
"Now come on, my dear wolf… Make me cum like I know you can." As Cregan's words echoed in your ears, sending a delicious mixture of anticipation and excitement coursing through your veins, you felt an irresistible urge to take complete control of the situation. With a determined look in your eyes, you reached down and grasped his wrist firmly, guiding his hand towards your swollen clit and directing its movements with authority. Feeling your firm grip on his wrist and hearing your commanding tone, he knew there was no turning back now – He had fully committed himself to satisfy your every desire without any hesitation or reservations. His cock throbbed even more insistently as he realized that he was about to experience true submission for the first time in his life, and it was all because of the beautiful being bouncing on his cock. "Yes, my love... I'm yours to command," he spoke between labored breaths, "Show me how to please you the way you need me to." He increased the pressure on your sensitive button, using his thumb to circle and stimulate it relentlessly as he continued to drive himself deep into your welcoming warmth.
Your eyes rolled back in your head as the waves of pleasure washed over you, engulfing you in the warm embrace. Your body convulsed with each forceful stroke of Cregan's massive cock, and you let out a long, drawn-out moan as you felt the first rush of your climax building within you. "Oh god… Yes… Yes…" You cried out, unable to contain your excitement as you felt the overwhelming sensation of being consumed by the most intense pleasure you had ever experienced. "You're going to show everyone just how much you love serving me." Your voice trailed off into a hoarse whisper as you lost yourself in the moment, completely surrendering to the delicious sensations coursing through your body. As you reached the peak of your climax, you let out a long, drawn-out moan, your entire body shuddering with the force of your release as you felt Cregan's thick seed flooding your hungry cavern. As your cries of pleasure filled the room, signaling your arrival at the peak of your orgasmic crescendo,
He felt a surge of triumph and satisfaction course through his body, knowing that he had been able to bring you to such heights of ecstatic bliss. His cock throbbed violently as he released a deep, guttural roar, signaling his own release as he emptied his load deep within your waiting pussy, filling you up completely with his warm, sticky seed. "You are mine... And I am yours... Forever," he whispered. As his cock finally pulled out of your well-fucked pussy, leaving behind a trail of sticky precum and his hot seed, he collapsed onto the bed next to you, spent but exhilarated from the intensity of the experience. You looked absolutely stunning with her glistening skin with sweat and desire, and your body still quivering with the aftershocks of your orgasm. "Alright... Aftercare time," he said, "Let's take care of you, baby." He leaned over and kissed you tenderly on the lips.
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The Pact of ice and fire Part 6
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"Prince Jacerys is dead" Cregan's words echoed in your head, you watched the snowflakes fall from the skies. Winter, Cregan's dire wolf lay beside you, she returned from wherever she was. Cregan was surprised at her action usually she followed him around but this time Winter ignored her bonded human and lay beside his wife. Her large head was on your lap, your hand disappearing in her fur,"Jealous?" Sarah asked making Cregan look at her,"Winter is ignoring you for the first time" she explained," She must feel her pain, y/n could use Winter's affection more than me" he said looking at his wife with a sympathetic look,"What's in your hand?" Cregan said nodding towards Sarah's hand,"A letter from Queen Rhaenyra, she wants y/n to return to her side at Dragonstone" she said while handing him the page,"She is safer in Winterfell" Cregan stated after he finished reading the letter,"Rhaenyra is our Queen, her word is law Cregan and y/n needs to attend his funeral, she needs to say goodbye" Sarah reasoned making him sigh," I join her than"," She is going on Dragonback most likely-", "Tell servants to pack my and her essentials" Sarah just nodded knowing there is no place to argue.
Cregan slowly walked towards you, Winter lifted her head from your lap and looked at Cregan before returning to rest her head on your lap, "My dear wife, your mother wrote, she is requesting your presence in Dragonstone" he said softly making you turn to him, "I will be joining you" he said taking your hand his, "Thank you".
Cregan stared at Tyraxes while you got her saddle ready, the dragon's head was hung low, sad roars left her throat."Are sure you want to leave my Lord?" Cerwyn asked," I can't leave her in this state, she is my wife, I need to be by her side" he answered,"As you wish but as a friend I am asking you, are you sure you want to ride a dragon?" he smiled,"I'm married to one, it be fine, I trust her skill and I will just ignore the height and just focus on her," he said rubbing his chin, Cerwyn chuckled,"If you die at least you die a legend, the first and last Northmen to ride a dragon, in two ways" he winked making Cregan shove him, "We are ready," you said walking towards the two friends, "So am I," he said, you nodded,"Don't be nervous, she can sense that," you said,"I'm not nervous....okay I am a little bit nervous, but I trust your skills," he said, you smiled softly,"Just hold on tightly," you said as Tyraxes kneeled closer to the ground allowing you to climb on easier, your dragon let out a roar as Cregan climbed behind you, his arms tighten around your waist as Tyraxes straightened her stance,"Ready?" you asked,"Yes" he mumbled, you tugged on the reins signalling for Tyraxes to start flying.
Meanwhile, Cerwyn and Sarah watched from far,"I wish I could paint quickly" Sarah said amused seeing her usual cool and collected brother look like a nervous wreck,"He would kill us" Cerwyn chuckled but nodded in agreement.
The wind whipped in Cregan's face, his fur coat flapped aggressively in the wind behind him, it was colder up here than below his grip tightened on your waist, and he buried his face in your hair. You smiled to yourself feeling him do it, soon however Tryaxes flight steadied, she glided through the clouds like a leave. Cregan loosened his grip on you, he took a sharp breath as he took in his surroundings, the sun peaked through the clouds, and the snow-covered North below him looked like it was drawn.
Tyraxes landed soon in Dragonstone, Cregan frowned as he stepped off the dragon,"It was to quick, it felt like we just left Winterfell" he said grabbing your waist to help you off Tyraxe's,"I know, it's just magical, it never gets old" you smiled looking up at him,"You ruined horse riding and sailing for me" he added making you smile,"Princess Y/N, we welcome you" Ser Erryk said he bowed his head,"Your mother awaits you and your husband" he said,"Thank you Ser Erryk, it brings me joy to see you still alive" you smiled,"I could say the same thing to you my Princess" he said looking down at you softly.
Rhaenyra paced in the main hall waiting for you to arrive, Joffrey and Aegon were clinging to her side, as soon as the door opened the boys let go of their mother and raced towards you, nearly knocking you over as they hugged you,"My sweet brothers, you are well, I'm so glad" you said kneeling down to meet their heights to hug them probably, tears falling down your eyes as you kissed their cheeks." Y/N, my sweet daughter, my oldest" Rhaenyra said gaining your attention, you pulled away from your brothers and hugged your mother, she held you close,"You've grown my girl, you are a woman know" she said cupping your cheek, she looked behind you and saw Cregan,"Lord Cregan, I liked to talk you for taking care of my daughter" she said,"She is my wife, it's my job like it's my job to return you to the throne" he said making Daemon nod,"Than Lord Stark, let's have a meeting on how you will do it" Rhaenyra sighed,"We have funerals Daemon, a war meeting can wait" she said,"Funerals?","Rhaenys died as well, she fought Aegon and Aemond bravely and managed to harm the false king, young Visery's is missing" Coryl said appearing behind you and Cregan,"Why wasn't I told this in the letter of Jace's death", Rhaenyra sighed,"We are sorry but telling you the news about Jace death was our priority" she said making Corly's click his tongue,” You are my heir now Y/N, you are Princess of Dragonstone” she said making you take a deep breath,” It’s an honour to be your heir your Grace” she smiled sadly and kissed your forehead.
You watch Jace and Rhaeny’s remains burn in the tradition of your house. Tyraxe’s head hung low once again, the ashes were poured into caskets and moved to the sea, Cregan’s hand was wrapped around your hand, giving you strength as you felt like collapsing any second as you watched the caskets being thrown into the sea, the prayers being said are falling on deaf ears as you clung to Cregan,” It’s all Aegon’s fault, he is sitting on the throne he doesn’t belong to you, all this blood is because of him” you spat watching the casket sink into the depths of the sea.” He and the greens will be punished for what they did my love” his hands wrapped around your neck, his thumb rubbing your chin,” I promised to give your family your thrown back in exchange for your hand in marriage. I always keep my promise” he said kissing you gently,” You warmed my heart, I believed it was frozen but it was just waiting for you thaw it” he said leaning his head forehead against yours,” Thank you Cregan” you said softly against his lips,"I hate to interrupt but I need your husband for a meeting" Daemon interject making you glare ate him," I will see you after" he said leaving with Daemon.
"I will return to Winterfell soon enough, I will gather my men and marsh south once again," Cregan said, you watched through the secret passage, as a child you and your brothers would play hide and seek within these walls, they became tighter throughout the years, as you become bigger, you aren't the small child you were back than. "If you stayed in Winterfell you could have started to march already" Daemon said,"I wanted to support my wife" Cregan responded,"The Princess needs to stay here" Rhaenyra added,"She is a Stark now, she will be needed in the north, a Stark always needs to stay in Winterfell" he reasoned,"No Stark is Winterfell now" Daemon countered,"This an expectation," he said calmly,"She will stay here, she is your wife but she is also know my Heir, she needs to stay close to me," Rhaenyra said slowly becoming emotional,"I can't keep her safe is she is alone in Winterfell" she added, "She be safe in Winterfell" Cregan argued. You shook your head and rushed out of the secret passageway,"Stop trying to make decisions for me" you said barging into the room. Everyone stopped to look at you, "I'm not a child anymore, I'm a dragon rider, I can fight as well, let me help" The three looked at each other before looking back at you,"You are my oldest child, my only daughter, my heir. I can't afford to lose you, I lost too much already, my heart can't take another loss" Rhaenyra explained calmly,"I want to help","I know you do, and I know your capable of helping but the greens will be coming for you","The more reasons to let me help, I don't want to is around and wait to be attacked", Rhaenyra sighed,"If she wants to help, let her" Daemon said taking you by surprise,"Head back to the north, build up your army and come back to fight for the throne" he added, Cregan sighed but he nodded,"It be my greatest pleasure to fight alongside you my dear wife" he said getting up and walking towards you, he kissed your temple, you smiled at Cregan and looked at your mother,"Very well, if you want to fight, I will let you fight".
"Don't go" Aegon said grabbing your wrist, tears pooling in his dark purple eyes making them look even darker,"I will be back soon Egg, you need to stay strong and take care of Mother" You kissed his forehead, his grip is still strong around your wrist as you turn to Joffrey, "The same goes to you Joff, you are the big brother now, take care of Egg","Please take us with you, I can fly on my dragon-", "Mother needs you Joff, your place is here for the moment" you said playing with his curls.
Tyraxe's landed in the middle of the Winterfell castle, "You guys are back" Sarah said walking out of the castles,"Tell the Maesters to send out letters for everyone to prepare themselves to march down south" Cregan said as you got of Tyraxes, "We are getting our dragon queen on her throne"
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The Wolf Prince
Cregan Stark x Targaryen!reader
Plot: Snow Fairy sequel where you sort our your allegiance, navigating through the politics of your family
Wordcount 2,880
Warning: None! :) More cute Rickon and Cregan, tiny angst but fluff
The messenger bird's wings flutter against the cold air of Winterfell, carrying a letter addressed to your mother, the queen. You've begged them to not search for you, and that you've sworn yourself away from the politics of your torn family after the death of your father, King Viserys. You've also accepted your gracious host, Lord Cregan Stark's offer that you stay a little longer since you're still recuperating and that you're not in a hurry to be elsewhere.
Everything in Winterfell felt right for you. You may have been waited on hand and foot back in the Red Keep but it never felt like home. Not like how you feel in the cold and peaceful Winterfell, where everyone was friends with everyone, submissive to their lord, and united in running the estate.
One important factor was Cregan himself. He is most hospitable, kind, dutiful, not to mention handsome, and just great company altogether. He spends a lot of time with you, and it's making your feelings run wild.
Another factor was his boy, Rickon. He had asked you one day whether you'd like to kiss his father, a reference to his favourite fairy tale where a fairy was found in the woods and only true love's kiss could bring her back. You asked the excited little boy to show you the book.
To which you find yourself in your current predicament. An hour past his bedtime, the boy had escaped his nursemaids and sprinted to your guestroom, carrying the book. He immediately sat himself comfortably next to you on the bed and showed you the Tale of the Snow Fairy. You volunteered to read it to him and he enthusiastically said yes.
"... And then the wolf prince fell in love with the snow fairy and he realized he has nothing else to wish for if she remained by his side. She agreed and the power of love bound them together and lived happily ever after. The end." You close the book softly and watch little Rickon sleep soundly in your bed. You couldn't blame him, the illustrations in the book did look quite similar to your appearance, if you consider a child's imagination. You sigh quietly, adjusting the boy in a more comfortable position under the furs, letting him sleep next to you tonight.
From the threshold of the room, Cregan listens in to you reading. He contemplates on the boy's imagination, calling the Princess Y/n a snow fairy when she was found unconscious in the woods over a few days ago. He worries about the boy being more interested in books rather than swords like other boys his age, but then his Rickon isn't like other boys. He didn't have a mother. Cregan sighs to himself as the story you were reading had ended.
The Lord of Winterfell knocks gently on the door, waiting and wondering if the both of you had fallen asleep.
You slowly open the door, careful not to make it creak so as to not awaken the boy sleeping in your guest bed. Cregan gently smiles, illuminated by the dim candlelight in the room.
"Yes...?" You ask, mesmerized.
Cregan musters his internal strength to move his eyes from yours to the bed.
"Did he fall asleep? I'll just carry him back..." He smiles at the sight of his son.
"Oh, I won't mind if he sleeps here, he looks quite tired..." You say, a little heartbroken. You've started to enjoy Rickon's company.
"Are you sure? I don't want him to be a bother..." Cregan lingers by the door, worried about his poor heart if he stands a bit more close to you or be surrounded by your sweet scent. He also notes you're in your sleepwear, and that his thoughts are ready to get inappropriate.
"Oh, he's a delight. I can look after him tonight if it's okay with you?" Your eyes plead. Cregan was a goner.
"Alright then..." Of course, he yields. "Goodnight, y/n."
"Goodnight, Cregan. I hope you get some rest." You smile sweetly. You know he stays up late at night answering letters and learning more about his trade. You've watched him one night surrounded by books and scrolls in the great hall with nothing but a few candles for company.
Cregan nods and walks away from your room. 'Kiss her, kiss her, kiss her!' A voice tells him, and this time it wasn't Rickon's.
It was his own.
Cregan rarely finds sleep nowadays. His mind is plagued by the princess who ran away. The princess who now lives upstairs, in his mind, in dreams, and in his every waking moment. She is so kind and gentle, not only to his son but to his subjects. He observed her today in the markets, tucking her silver hair under a tight hat. She fits in like a puzzle piece here in Winterfell. He was so happy she accepted to stay a little longer, despite his lame reasoning of 'you don't happen to be urgently needed elsewhere, are you?'
So here Cregan attempts to distract himself from you as he studies piles of maps and scrolls, and building plans. The distraction was beginning to work until loud and heavy fluttering noises followed by a brief shaking of the ground alarmed the lord of Winterfell.
And then, an angry screech.
A dragon.
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It was well past midnight when the dragon and its rider arrive in Winterfell. His boots crunch against the ankle-deep snow, one after the other. There was still some distance to be covered on foot, having to park his huge beast at a safe distance from the castle. His dragon lets out an angry huff, annoyed at the cold temperature.
The dragonrider arrives at the gate and introduces himself as royalty. Of course, he is let in. He is the prince.
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You jolt up in your bed upon hearing the familiar screech of dragon. You hop out of bed, dressed up as best as you can put together in mere seconds, and picked up a coat of fur before heading out silently into the great hall.
Rickon continues to sleep in the otherwise empty bed, blissfully unaware.
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Cregan had suited up when you arrived. Strapped to his hip was a broadsword, large and threatening. Somehow he is even more attractive when he's gruff and serious. You stood there by the stairs, admiring him for a brief moment.
The doors to the great hall swing open and in walked a Targaryen prince, paying his respects to the lord of Winterfell.
"I apologize for arriving at a rather odd hour,..." He adds after making his introduction, fluffing the snow from his brunette locks. What in the Seven was Prince Jacaerys doing here?
Cregan was making hospitable small talk, promising him accommodations for the night when the prince's eyes drift to your figure, unmistakable platinum hair despite only torches to illuminate the room. Jacaerys interrupts Cregan in surprise of seeing you.
"Princess Y/n!" His tone of voice sounded both threatened and surprised. 'Have you come to acquire the allegiance of the North?' was what he wanted to ask.
Cregan immediately picks up on the tension between you and your nephew. Looks like this matter couldn't wait until morning.
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You sat across your Jace, a large table meant for banquets in between you. Cregan sat at the head of the table, ready to settle things between your complicated family.
You begin by telling your side of the story. How you ran away from home after the death of your father and heard the rumours of your brother Aegon set to be installed as king. How you asked your dragon to fly south after dropping you off at White Harbour, falling from a horse and hurting yourself- to which Jace laughed, earning a scowl from Cregan, and then the details of your rescue by the lord of Winterfell.
Your nephew paid attention to your story and found an opportunity in it. Thus he had a proposition for you.
"Swear your allegiance to my mother, the Queen. You shall have your protection. You won't have anything to fear." He firmly states. You think he will make a fine king someday.
It was a tantalizing offer for you. To support your good sister in leading the kingdom. It was what father would've wanted.
So you accepted.
"Yes, Jace. I would like to come with you to Dragonstone, to formally speak with my sister, and inform her of my support."
Jace smiles brightly. He did not disappoint his mother today.
At this exchange, Cregan hesitates to interrupt. You were both making plans to leave immediately on Vermax, the prince's dragon. Cregan had expressed his full support to the rightful queen. Now he's watching you leave.
Maybe you weren't meant to stay long in Winterfell. Maybe a dragon's place is up in the skies with its pack.
Maybe he was a lone wolf with nothing but the cold for company.
He watches you and the prince take off on the dark green beast, just as the first light of day begins to colour the edges of the sky. Cregan begins to feel his exhaustion as he walks back to the castle.
His feet carry him to the room you once occupied. Rickon continues to sleep peacefully, hugging one of your pillows. Your sweet scent gently caresses his senses as he enters the room, very quietly he dresses down and sits himself on the bed, next to his sleeping son.
Rickon snuggles closer to his warmth. Cregan smiles at the memory of when Rickon was just a newborn, fitting comfortably in his arms. The grief of losing the boy's mother weighed him down while having to raise a child all on his own. For five years he's held on well, but he couldn't help but fantasize. Cregan rests his head next to his son's, lulled to sleep by your scent and the comfort of his son in his arms.
"Mama?" The boy mumbles, between sleep and wakefulness.
"Papa's here, Rickon." He whispers, tucking the covers around them.
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It was noontime when you landed in Dragonstone. Your uncle Daemon greets Jace upon landing, bright smiles on their faces. Until Daemon recognizes your presence. His smile fades, not in disgust but in slight surprise and confusion.
Just then, your sister, the rightful queen, Rhaenyra comes into view. She gracefully descends from the steps, followed by her second son, Lucerys, who looked like he's seeing a ghost.
"My dear y/n..." Rhaenyra approaches you after she greets Jace. Bending the knee while seeing her with the crown upon her head never felt so easy.
"I express my allegiance to Rhaenyra, the rightful queen." You announce, kneeling in front of her, and in front of her men.
You hear her let out a sigh. She then pulls you up in an embrace. You found your family.
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Your good sister invites you to feel at home here in Dragonstone. Her maids helped you dress down from your northern furs to more appropriate clothing and invited you to stay as long as you want.
"I would like to raise a toast, to my two boys who bravely carried out their duties as princes of the realm." Rhaenyra raises a glass over luncheon, giving a proud look to both her sons.
"How was Storm's end, Luke?" Jace asked his brother sitting across him on the table.
Luke gives you a look, the same one when you arrived. He doesn't answer his brother. Instead, he asks you a question. "What were you doing in Winterfell?"
Rhaenyra moves to reprimand her younger son's tone. Lucerys resists. "No, Mother. I have to know why her dragon was in Storm's end!" His voice begins to tremble and tears threaten to fall from his eyes. What in the Seven happened?
"My dragon?" You ask, confused.
"Yes!" Lucerys rises from his seat. "Your good brother Aemond and his dragon were in Storm's End when I arrived. He tried to take my eye!"
"Gods!" Rhaenyra, Daemon, and the rest of the table were distressed.
"After I brought Mother's letter to Lord Borros, Aemond chased me down on his dragon. And then your dragon fought..." Lucerys paused, watching your mournful expression.
The entire table was silent.
"I saw your dragon fall from the sky..." He said with firm finality.
"Please excuse me..." You rose from your seat, rushing to leave the room.
"No! Why did your dragon sacrifice himself for me?!" Luke moves to follow you but Rhaenyra stops him. Everyone notices how visibly upset you were, hearing how your brother had attacked Luke, causing the death of your beloved dragon. Has Aemond's heart turned black? All for a pointless struggle for the throne?
It was later in the day when your sister knocks on your guest's quarters. She lets herself in and watches you mourn.
"I'm sorry I ruined your meal..." You glanced back from the bed. Rhaenyra shushes you and moves to sit next to you. You enjoy a silent moment, watching the view from your window.
"Do you think Aemond would still attack if I was on board my dragon?" You asked, the mere thought makes you sob.
"Do not plague your mind with these thoughts, sister." Her calming voice soothes your crying. "Your brother loves you, this I know."
"Then why would he? Why would anyone in my family do this to you? To father?!" The possibility of war strikes you.
"It is love that drives all of us to do things both kind and wicked," Rhaenyra answers. Her lilac eyes are full of wisdom as they watch yours. "It is your love that brought you to Dragonstone, to pledge your loyalty to me."
You let her words linger in your head. Love.
You almost laugh to yourself as a memory of Cregan and little Rickon crosses your mind. Like in Rickon's fairytale, it was the power of love that brought the snow fairy back to life.
Rhaenyra gives you a look as if she's read your mind.
"Jace told me of your time in Winterfell..."
Ah, well... They were very hospitable." You nod, trying to hold in a smile.
"Mhmm, Are you fully healed now?" She asks about your injury.
"Yes, Lord Stark was looking after me." You answered, rather mindlessly.
"I hope he wasn't too hospitable with you..." She gives you a teasing look.
"Rhaenyra!!" You sit up in bed, playfully berating her insinuation. She laughs along. For that brief moment, it felt like you were normal siblings, teasing and annoying each other. The room begins to grow dark as the sun begins to hide under the horizon. Rhaenyra gives you an adoring look, her gentle fingers comb through your silver hair, almost identical to her own. She contemplates letting you stay with her as family or letting you go to where you belong. Her love for you reigns, and makes you an offer.
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Rickon is upset all day. When he awoke, he expected to see his favorite Targaryen, but only finds his own father.
"Princess y/n!" He calls out into the room, jolting Cregan awake. The lord of Winterfell pulls his son closer and explains to him what happened overnight. Rickon cries and refuses to do anything all day except demanding to send you a raven, asking you to come back. Cregan's heart breaks. "She wouldn't have left if you kissed her!" Rickon cries.
Eventually, the boy tires himself out and falls asleep just after dinner. Cregan sighs, tucking the boy in his own chambers. He glances at the storybook on his bedside and decides to hide it for now, to help Rickon forget. Just as Cregan stows the book away, the ground shakes again, waking Rickon up.
"Father, is that a dragon?!" The boy sits up. Before he could answer, Rickon bolts out of the room and heads downstairs to the courtyard. Cregan chases his boy down the hall. They arrive just in time for the doors to open.
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You walked into the great hall of Winterfell with only seconds to realize that Rickon was bolting toward you at full speed. You catch him hugging you so tight, his little arms around your neck. You look up to see Cregan following, relief and joy in his eyes. You were home.
The very moment Rickon lets you go, Cregan wastes no time and closes the gap between you and him. His lips were warm against yours, a strong contrast to the northern weather. The kiss went on for a good while, Rickon clapping his hands as he watches the wolf prince finally kiss the snow fairy.
You wanted the kiss to go on forever, but your good sister, who accompanied you on her dragon, had to clear her throat from behind you.
Cregan's spirit nearly departs his body seeing your sister, the queen, standing there.
"No, it's fine." She jokes, almost sarcastically. "I just came here to deliver her. Be sure to invite me to the wedding though..." She gives you a wink before walking back to her dragon.
You give Cregan one more loving kiss, a lot shorter than the last, before picking up Rickon.
"Well, now that your father's kissed me, I will grant you your wish!" You said, watching the boy, and side-eyeing his father.
Both Stark boys lose it.
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The end.
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My favorite Aemond x reader fics are the ones where cregan is trying to steal aemonds girl
Aemond to reader: *gives her a sapphire* for you my love
Cregan to reader: *gives her a winter rose and a wodden carved wolf pendant that he carved himself* if winter beauty was a person it would be you my lady.
Cregan 'Mr. Steal your fair maiden' Stark
But I want to see the one where cregan actually steals aemond girl like it's a need.
#cregan x reader#cregan stark x reader#cregan stark imagine#cregan stark#cregan x you#cregan x y/n#cregan fanfiction#cregan stark x you#cregan stark x y/n#cregan stark x fem! reader#hotd#hotd x reader
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Chapter 27 Million years
Chapter 27 of Moonlight
A/N- Are they finally gonna get together?
Warning- Swearing, angst, talks of death, fluff!! and SPOILERS for future events of HOTD!!!!
Pairing- Cregan Stark x Velaryon!fem-reader, Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!fem-reader
Episode- After 1x09, events based off of Fire and Blood
(If you want to be tagged let me know)
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*A FEW WEEKS LATER*
“The scouts have not sent any new reports on Alys, but they’ve heard rumors spreading about a babe with scales and a tale being born to a witch.”
You hum in comprehension and look out the balcony to think about what was just said to you.
They probably won’t find her, she’s smart, and she’s lived for a long time for that reason. Is it worth it to keep looking for someone who can see visions? There’s so much on your plate already too; annoying Lords, being Queen, the wedding, the rest of the Martell family, and Dorne’s most respected lords coming for the wedding. And it’s not like you can undo what she did, you should have known better than to trust her. Plus you’re beginning to lack enough anger to try and chase after her around the Riverlands.
She may rot—
Suddenly you lose all train of thought as you catch Cregan down below walking, talking, and smiling with the black-haired beauty that is Lady Alysanne Blackwood. She’s so close to him, basically rubbing arms, she’s batting her eyelashes at him, and he’s flashing his charming rare smiles. He’s—
You had to let him go, it was better to let him go, but you still can’t help but feel…jealous. You feel it deep in your stomach. You feel slight anger growing within you at the sight of the pair, at the thought that they make a good couple. They make a more plausible couple too.
But you still want that to be you at his side, you still want to see him smile and look at you with a soft and loving look, and you want to laugh with him without having to hide. You still want to be at his side, you want to be her…
But you can’t. You can’t be together and you have to accept that—you accept it, besides you’re getting married soon and so far Prince Namor isn’t terrible…
Life was so much easier when you were with Aemond. Your only desire then was to see your mother and brothers again, you didn’t have any significant concerns. It was easy with Aemond and you only realize that now.
“Your Grace?”
“Hm?” You hum and pull your eyes away from Cregan to look at one of your new ladies-in-waiting helping you with the wedding.
“Which design for the wedding dress’s cape do you prefer?” She asks.
You spare one last glance at Cregan and Lady Alyssane, and frown with displeasure before you look at the designs the designer has drawn up. They’re all beautiful, one is red adorned with gold, and the other one is long and shaped like dragon wings. You’ll probably go with the latter.
“Have this one brought,” you point to the dragon wing cape and slowly look out the balcony again and still see Cregan and Alyssane.
It’s like he’s torturing you. You hate it, you hate seeing him with her. But you have to—
“Ser Crane,” you cut off your lady-in-waiting to address the Lord Commander of your Queensguard, a tall muscular man, with a stern face, a shaved head, a dark goatee, and a kind heart. “I request the presence of Lord Stark right away.”
The man bows his head and quickly heads on out, letting you focus back on your lady-in-waiting. “The dragon wing one is fine, have the second dress brought, I really don’t mind, it’s my third wedding I just want to get it over with.”
The lady looks at you a bit puzzled at your lack of excitement, but does as you ask, letting you wait for Cregan in the parlor room.
Considering he wants to stay here until the kingdom is somewhat stable you see a lot of him. A lot. He’s at every council meeting, he’s at every hearing, if you’re out in the city he is too, he’s like your Hand or a Queensguard. Without actually having the titles.
You like that he is but you also don’t like it because he’s a temptation. Plus Prince Namor and him don’t get along so well.
And well, you understand why Cregan wouldn’t like him, but you don’t understand why Prince Namor doesn’t like Cregan, it’s not like you talk to Cregan a lot in public. In private? Yes, he likes to come visit Daenerys, and he can’t exactly spend time with her alone because people would talk, so you’re always there acting like you need his help. But other than that you don’t know why Prince Namor is so hostile—does he see something?
Nevertheless, a knock raps on the door, and when you welcome the visitor you see exactly who you need, Cregan.
“Your Grace,” he greets and bows.
You cross your leg over the other and offer him a faint smile. “Lord Stark,” you greet formally as your Queensguard walks out. “Sorry, my request is so sudden. I hope you weren’t busy.” You offer him a wider smile and watch him come sit down across from you.
“Well,” he says. “Whenever you call, I come. So no, I was not busy.”
The room's doors close and Cregan looks around. “Where’s Daenerys?” He asks.
You grab your goblet of wine and shake your head. “Not here. This is about another matter.” You take a sip and meet his grey eyes as he looks at you with curiosity. “This is actually about the Night's Watch.”
Cregan leans in and props on hand on his leg to probe. “What about it?”
You made a promise, so you will see through to that promise, or at least prepare the next ruler if it doesn’t come true in your lifetime.
“How many people are posted in the Night’s watch, at all castles? Just a rough estimate,” you continue to ask without actually being clear about anything.
Cregan sits back and shrugs. “Not much, perhaps just under one thousand men, or even less…why the sudden interest?” He presses. “Royalty doesn’t really bother to care for the Night’s watch.”
You swallow thickly and avert your gaze.
You know you can trust him, you know that the smart thing would be telling a Stark as well, after all the threat comes from the distant North, they deserve to know. But it’s difficult speaking about something told to you by your mother.
“Do you remember the stories you’d tell me?” You begin slowly. “About what may live beyond the wall?”
Cregan nods. “Yes, just children's stories.”
You exhale deeply and meet his gaze. “What if they aren’t just stories? What if…something like the Long Night happens again?”
Cregan blinks repeatedly in disbelief and his lips twitch to a teasing smile. “It won’t, it can’t be possible. The first member of the Night's watch drove them away. But again, it’s just a story.”
You put the goblet down and lean forward so he can see you’re being serious. “Cregan, listen to me. I'm being serious. And you can’t tell anyone, I wasn’t allowed to tell you, it’s a secret passed from Targaryen ruler to heir, so please guard this secret with your life.”
Said man narrows his eyes and his teasing smile falls. He doesn’t hesitate to assure you, mostly because he thinks you’re somehow joking. “I swear.”
You exhale deeply. “Long ago,” you begin. “My ancestor, King Aegon, had a dream. A prophecy of the end of the world of men that begins with a terrible winter gusting out of the distant North.”
Cregan swallows back nervously and you see his shoulders tense.
“Aegon saw darkness riding on those winds,” you continue. “And whatever hides within will destroy the land of the living. And when this Great Winter comes, all of Westeros must stand against it. And if the world of men is to survive it a Targaryen must be seated on the Iron Throne. Someone strong enough to unite the realm against the cold and the darkness. So that's why I ask, the Night's Watch is our first line of defense, it may not happen in my lifetime, or in any of my children’s lifetimes, but I still made a promise. I can’t fail her, nor can I fail them.”
Cregan drops his head and brushes his fingers through his hair.
“I know,” you add softly. “It’s hard to believe. But you have to believe me. I wouldn’t toy with this.”
Cregan stays quiet for a moment before he snaps his head up and meets your gaze with a narrowed look. “You believe the prophecy?” He asks. “With your heart?”
You don’t hesitate, you nod. “I do.”
Cregan raises his chin and nods. “Then I believe you too.”
You smile and sigh with relief. “Thank you.” You whisper.
“What do you want me to do then?” He asks.
You sigh. “We can’t force people to man the castles, one it might not happen anytime soon, two, people don’t volunteer like before. But I will try from my end to send prisoners to the Night's watch. What I need from you are reports from every exploration the men have. As boring as they may be, I can’t risk missing something.”
Cregan nods in comprehension. “I will do it. But you must visit them too, you know? Just as Queen Alysanne did.”
You grin softly. “I will. I mean I do have a dragon to travel far so I will,” you assure him. “We often tend to forget the Night’s watch. I will try not to.”
“And…” Cregan adds with a growing smile. “You stop by and visit me too. Winterfell will always be your home. It can be.”
“Cregan,” you warn him.
“You’re still not married, why can’t—”
“I just said one reason,” you cut him off. “Besides even if there wasn’t a reason, would you have left your home behind, your land, and people to become King?” You ask seriously.
Cregan’s smile falls and his face grows hard and serious. “No,” he answers bluntly.
You scoff softly and nod slowly. “Exactly. So please just don’t bring it up again. I still want to be your friend.”
Cregan holds your gaze for a moment before he scoffs and looks away and shakes his head. You’re about to question him, but a knock raps on your door so you’re left in tension.
“Come in,” you address the visitor.
The door opens and you look over and see…Rhaena.
The annoyance and tension you just felt falls completely and your eyes fill with happy tears.
You haven’t seen her since the war started. You’ve heard of her from letters or other people’s mouths, but it’s been so long. You thought you would never see her again, you feared something would happen to her even if she was in a safe place.
“Rhaena,” you muse and jump off your seat to run over to her. She matches your pace and meets you halfway with an embrace.
“Y/N,” she whispers.
She’s one of the few family members you have left. One of the two people you grew up with. Your home was when you were with your mother, with your brothers too, so you’ll never feel at home anymore, but with Baela and Rhaena still alive there’s a sense of safety you do feel.
“Why…” you trail off and pull back to face her. “Why wasn’t I told you were here already?” You ask.
Rhaena smiles. “We wanted it to be a surprise. Baela says you’d appreciate it.”
You flash her a grin and nod. “I do—and your hatchling. You have a dragon now!”
Rhaena nods and pulls away to glance back at the crate that’s brought in by a servant. You were so distracted with her that you failed to notice her servants.
“Wait,” you cut her off and glance back at Cregan standing by the table you were just at. “I should introduce you to someone first.” You wave Cregan over, and he quickly makes his way to your side.
“Rhaena this is Cregan Stark,” you introduce him. “An old friend and Lord of Winterfell, of course. Cregan, this is my cousin, Lady Rhaena Targaryen.”
Cregan bows his head out of respect and Rhaena smiles at him.
“It’s nice to finally meet you, Lady Rhaena,” he says. “The Queen here would speak fondly of you when she lived in Winterfell.”
You grin wider, and Rhaena looks between Cregan and you before she focuses on Cregan. “It’s nice to meet you too, Lord Stark.”
“I hope to make your acquaintance whilst my stay here,” Cregan adds. “Your sister is quite the spitfire, I’m interested in getting to know you too.”
Rhaena laughs softly. “Likewise.”
Cregan sighs and faces you. “I’ll see you later, My Queen.” He bows and then bows his head at Rhaena before he leaves. Once he’s out the door you follow Rhaena to the table and watch her open the crate to then pull out a small pink and black hatchling.
“Oh gods,” you muse excitedly. “Look at it!”
“Her name is Morning,” she reveals and turns to show her off to you.
You reach over and caress her scaled head and beam at her. “You may be our savior,” you tell the little dragon. “I’m happy for you Rhaena,” you direct at your cousin. “I know how much you’ve dreamed of having one, I’m glad you finally bonded with one. It’s a great pleasure.”
“Thank you. And I’m happy too, I can’t wait to ride her,” she muses.
You hum and step back. “It’s really the best thing in the world. How is she? Does she eat? Sleep well?” You ask since there are so few dragons left now. Greyghost flew away after Ser Jason’s death, and Silverwing and Astraea are the only ones that are left in King’s Landing. Two out of so many that were alive.
“Yes, she’s doing well, she’s healthy,” Rhaena assures you as you walk over to sit on the couch to take advantage of the fact that you’re not being swamped. “Is Astraea doing well?”
You nod. “Very. She’s healed well.”
“And Lord Stark?” She asks and catches you off guard. “First name bases?”
You avert your gaze and shrug. “Yes, we lived together for five years. Of course, we go by each other's first names.”
Rhaena walks over with a smile and her dragon draped on her shoulder. “Hm…okay, your eyes and smiles say otherwise.”
You glare at her. “You’ve been here for just a few minutes what—Baela.”
Rhaena smirks. “You burned half the city this is just some free punishment.” She rebuttals.
You scoff and go serious. “What do you think about that? Baela is upset, she’s calmed down a bit since then, but she’s still upset. What are your thoughts?” You ask on the matter.
Rhaena draws out a deep breath and frowns with sadness. “I think you could’ve done things differently. But I also know that sometimes the most ugly things have to be done. I know…my father would’ve approved.”
You scoff with amusement.
“I know that Rhaenyra could’ve used more fire…perhaps then she would still be alive,” she mumbles with a hint of sadness in her tone. “So I think you did what you had to do. Besides you did it already we can’t take it back, we have to move on. Right?” She asks and meets your gaze.
You hold her gaze for a moment before you nod softly and feel your breath tremble as you breathe out. “About that…I was waiting for you to come…” you trail off and feel your eyes water, your throat begin to burn, and you feel your chest get heavy. “…so we could hold a funeral for my mother. I know you were close to her, so I thought you’d want to be there. Prince Namor said it’d be healthy, so I want to have one.”
A short silence follows before Rhaena interjects quietly. “That would be nice…I would be honored to be there. Thank you for waiting for me.”
You keep your head down to avoid seeing the nightmare flashes and memories that threaten to show. “No problem…it’ll be before the wedding,” you mention shakily.
“Y/N—”
“It’ll be okay,” you cut her off to avoid falling into that hole. “I’m okay.”
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*LATER*
“Your Grace, The Lannisters are approaching and should arrive by nightfall. And the Baratheons will be here this evening.”
You look at Ser Crane through the long mirror and nod in comprehension. “Thank you, Ser, and if I’m not here by the time the Baratheons have my grandfather set up their welcome according to their status.”
The Lord Commander nods and turns stiffly to walk out. And while he was walking out one of your ladies in waiting walks in with a bouquet of Blue Winter Roses.
“My Queen,” she says with excitement in her voice as she approaches you. “These are for you from an old friend they said.”
You turn away from the mirror and take the bouquet from her hands. You read the notecard and even if it doesn't say a name you know it can only be from one person. One person knows that out of every flower in the world, these are your favorite, Cregan. Only he knows that these flowers are a symbol of your love.
So what do the flowers mean this time? He gave you some for your wedding tournament to show his love, to show you aren't forgotten. And this time what else can they be but another symbol?
It’s a symbol of hope now too. They’re a temptation you finally start to give into as your grief is crashing into you a lot stronger than before as you dress in all black to say one last goodbye to the woman you loved. They serve only to bring out this deep desire of wanting him to shield you from that pain, of wanting him to hold you until you feel an ounce of comfort back in your limp heart.
You want to be with him, and these winter roses are like a sign to give in and sacrifice everything just to be in his arms and go back to a place where you had felt happy once before. They’re a declaration of love and an offer.
And you’re in so much agony, you feel it now eating away at you as each second brings you closer to lighting her pyre. You just want some relief…
So you look up from the flowers in your hand and break into a stride to go to him. You feel eager and selfish. Like a fragment of who you used to be could return at the sight of him in this very moment.
However, the door opens for a third time and Prince Namor walks in, so you stop in your tracks and drop your smile.
“Those are beautiful.”
You made her a promise. You remember now at the sight of your betrothed.
“Who are they from?” He asks.
You blink and offer him a faint smile. “An old friend,” you mutter and turn to put the winter roses down on the table.
“Oh, well, they’re beautiful,” he says as he follows you back to the mirror. “Anyway, your cousins are ready. Are you?”
You pick up your mother's valyrian steel necklace from the cushion and sigh deeply as you remember her wearing it.
“Yeah,” you agree softly. “I am ready.”
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*25 YEARS LATER. 156 AC*
What good is peace if all you wear is mourning attire?
“Today with these ashes we spread, may he return to the sand, may he return to the earth…”
Ashes fall from the septon's hands and trinkle onto the sand below. You follow the particles of what had remained of your husband until it mixes with the grains of sand.
“…may he give life to what sprouts so that his legacy lives on forever in the hearts and minds of the four children he leaves behind, Prince Maekor, Princess Valaena, Prince Laenor, and Prince Rhaegar. And so his wife, her grace, Y/N Targaryen carries him on forever in her heart.”
You sigh and keep your eyes on the ashes that mix with the sand below, and then feel a hand carefully wrap around yours. When you glance over you meet the dark eyes of your youngest son with Prince Namor, Rhaegar. The boy named after your mother, you offer him a faint smile and give him a reassuring squeeze.
“May he meet his ancestors and continue to watch over his kin. May Prince Namor of House Martell find peace!” The septon shouts. You look up at him and then hear snickering, so your attention drifts to your right side and you see your second youngest son, Prince Laenor, snickering at his brother since he sees him holding your hand. You think nothing wrong with it though, Namor was their father, he was a good one at that, and Rhaegar is like Lucerys, sensible and more open to showing and receiving affection.
Thus you shoot Laenor a glare and he quickly drops his smirk and goes quiet, and once he does you point to his older sister, Princess Valaena as she stood crying for the father she lost. Laenor understands what you want and even if he sighs he steps forward to wrap his arm around his sister, making her husband Lord Ellis Blackwood pull his arm off her shoulder to hold her hand instead.
You smile at the interaction of your daughter and her husband. They’ve been married for three years now, but seeing how kind and smitten he is with her still surprises you and brings you joy as if it were the first time seeing it. And you know you react like that because of your fear of marrying your children outside of Targaryen, and or Velaryon families. You only accepted this match because Lord Ellis is the eldest son of Bloody Ben, the man-boy you fought alongside at Tumbleton, the man-boy who had retrieved Addam’s body.
Other than that, all your other kid marriages are kept between the Targaryen’s and Velaryon’s, you don’t want to make the same mistake your grandfather Viserys made when he married Alicent.
It’s why your Hand was Baela for a few years until none other than your little brother, Viserys returned a few years back. With a wife, you wouldn't approve of, but she’s gone now and her family was basically his captor when he came back, without her they wouldn’t let him stay. It was smart but regardless, he’s your Hand now. He’s smart, tactical, and kind.
His kids though…more specifically his eldest, is something else, but that’s besides the fact.
What matters now is that you are a widow for a third time. It’s unfortunate that you had to be Aegon's widow, but at least now that title is gone and you’re Namor’s widow now. It’s bad to point out, but this new loss has your mind raveled. Not like when your mother or the rest of your family died, but after you spend 25 years with someone it has to affect you in some way. Especially when you had 4 more children with him.
But it’s those 4 children, plus the other three, that don’t make you fall into that pit you were stuck in before. They keep you upright now, and they’re all the ones that make you feel your heart again. Instead, you are there for them as they grieve their father. You comfort them as best as you can as you get taken back to the Red Keep.
Once you’re inside and attending the banquet in Namor’s name you approach Valaena.
“Forgive me, mother,” she interjects in a shaky voice.
You furrow your eyebrows and cup her cheek to dry away her tears. “Whatever for?” You query.
“Crying, for not being strong, especially in front of everyone,” she reveals, making you scoff softly.
“Oh my sweet girl, it’s okay to cry, he was your father,” you assure her. “You can cry as much as you want to.”
“But you’re strong,” she says and holds your other hand.
You smile and shake your head. “When I lost my own father I was inconsolable, I wanted to jump off the ship that was taking me to Winterfell to see your grandfather's resting place. I was anything but strong. So it’s okay.”
Valaena lets out a shaky sigh and offers you a soft smile.
“Now,” you add and slide your hands down to grab her hands. “How are my grandchildren?” You ask and look at her swollen belly. “Five more months to go.”
Valaena grins. “They’re great, moving, and with strong heartbeats. The both of them.”
“Great, I’m glad.”
“Prince Aerion of House Velaryon! Lord of Driftmark and Lord of the Tides!” The guard announces.
You and your daughter share a short glance before you turn and watch your only son with Aemond and the proof of your love comes waltzing in late.
Your guests greet him as they make a path towards you and your family, and he redirects that greeting with a formal smile. But when his blue eyes land on you and the rest of his siblings his grin widens, and one person quickly pushes himself out of his seat and runs around the table to greet him.
“Aerion!” Your eldest son with Namor, Maekor, shouts excitedly.
Said man chuckles and changes his pace to a jog as Maekor runs down the steps and runs to his brother. When they meet halfway, Maekor jumps on his brother, and Aerion doesn’t hesitate to squeeze him back.
“Maekor! Brother!” Aerion greets and lets his brother go.
Ever since your first child with Namor was born you made it your job that they got along, that they all got along and didn’t treat each other like Aemond and Aegon treated your mother. Your kids fought, of course they did, but they never hated themselves like your mother and her siblings.
“Aerion!” Laenor shouts and runs over followed by Rhaegar, while Valaena and Daenerys stay with you to wait for Aerion to finish greeting his brothers
“He’s late,” Daenerys mutters. “And where’s Daenys?”
“Probably getting here even more late,” Valaena counters.
You hum in agreement and watch as the three boys huddle around their older brother
“Which reminds me,” Valaena interjects. “The Stark’s didn’t come.”
You glance at your daughter at the mention of that infamous name and then look down to think about Cregan.
It’s been so long since you’ve seen him, ten years perhaps? Maybe even more? You really wanted to see him, he’s a widow too, longer than you have been.
“Mother!”
You snap your eyes up and see Aerion approaching with his arms open, but you place a hand on your hip and shoot him a pointed look.
“You’re late,” you point out as he wraps his arm around you. “Three days late.”
Aerion presses kisses on the side of your head to try and make you forget, and it works because you hug him back and when you pull away you grab his jaw. “I missed you,” you tell him, making him grin. “Where’s Daenys?”
Aerion sighs and pulls away, his smile falls and he looks at his sisters. “Well,” he adds. “Uh, Daenys stayed in Driftmark because she gave birth.”
You gasp and grab his arm. “Birth? It’s a month too soon,” you stammer out.
“Is she okay?” Daenerys asks right away.
Aerion nods. “Yes, she’s just recovering. She’s okay. Both her and our son.”
You sigh with relief but you still pinch him. “Why didn’t you say anything? You should’ve sent a Raven.”
Valaena steps forward to smack his arm. “Why didn’t you start off by saying she’s okay? Jerk.”
Aerion chuckles. “Well, it wouldn't have mattered, you all still would’ve worried. Anyway, she’ll come in a week or two. I came early to be with you,” he directs at his sister's, mainly at Valaena. “I don’t remember my father, but I do know longing. And it does get better, Valaena.”
Valaena offers him a gentle smile and they hug before he hugs Daenerys. She’s actually about to say something, but then Aerion gently pushes her away as he spots Ser Crane.
“Old man,” he greets. “You get older every time I see you.”
Ser Crane huffs. “Yet it’s possible I might outlive you, my Prince.”
Aerion grins and pats his shoulder when he sees him and then moves past him when he spots Valaena’s husband.
“Ellis!” He shouts before he runs over to embrace him and pats his back.
“Aerion, buddy, we've been waiting for you!”
You watch your other sons huddle around the pair and turn to walk to Lord Cane.
“He says Daenys gave birth,” you mention and watch your nieces approach their respected partner. “That’s why he’s late.”
“The boat has been here since this morning,” he rats Aerion out without hesitation. “He was probably sleeping or joined in some tournament.”
You scoff. “I don’t know where he gets these tendencies from, his father was never like this.”
“His uncle was—”
“I’ll burn you,” you cut him off before he could say Aegon’s name, making him chuckle.
“I’ll talk to him,” Lord Crane assures you and passes you your goblet of wine.
You shake your head. “Don’t waste your breath, he’s almost 30, he won’t learn anymore. He’s got a thick head.”
Lord Crane chuckles.
You smile and take a drink of your wine before you change the subject. “I’m going to make rounds.” You turn, and he mirrors your actions to follow you to the first Lord and Lady you see, but then the guard at the entrance interrupts you.
“Lord Cregan of House Stark, Lord of the Winterfell, and Warden of the North.”
You gasp softly and snap your eyes to the door, catching him, Cregan, your old friend, and love your life, walking down the steps with his men and a young lady you assume is one of his daughters Lord Alyssane gave him during their marriage.
Everyone watches the mighty Lord with his fur cloak over his broad shoulders and body that's grown more toned over the years. But through the sea of people, he finds you.
Cregan’s grey eyes find you as he makes his way to you first. And when he reaches you, your heart skips a beat as if it were the first time you’ve seen him. He proceeds to bow and the young lady beside him does too.
“My Queen,” he greets.
You hand the goblet of wine back to your Lord Commander and when Cregan straightens out, you offer him a kind smile. “Lord Stark,” you greet sweetly.
“My condolences on the loss of your husband,” he says first. “I knew the prince consort briefly, but all I heard were great things.”
You sigh. “Thank you, Lord Stark. I’m glad we could see you. Even if it is at the banquet,” you say bluntly.
Cregan’s serious expression breaks as he smiles. “Yes well, there was a storm that damaged our ship, and when we changed to a carriage our carriage broke a wheel. It’s been quite a hectic ride.”
You blink and look at him with worry. “Oh! Is everyone fine?” You ask and step forward.
Cregan nods. “Yes, yes, we’re all fine. Thank the gods.”
You hum and glance at the lady with dark brown hair. Cregan follows your line of gaze and grabs her arm. “This is my youngest daughter Mariah Stark.”
The girl curtsy and when she stands up you offer her a sweet smile. “Ah, you have your father's grey eyes. Very beautiful.”
“Thank you, your Grace,” she mumbles.
You nod and meet Cregan’s gaze again. “It’s nice to see you, old friend. It’s been…years.”
Cregan nods and his eyes soften, catching those around you off guard that this cold and serious man was looking so gentle. “Ten,” he clarifies. “Ten years. But I’m here now and I hope we get to reacquaint ourselves during my stay.”
You grin and nod eagerly. “Yes, that would be great. Now,” you trail off and grin wider. “Meet my children!” You walk over to the group of kids watching from a distance. “I’ll start with who I see first, there’s a lot.” You laugh.
And of course, Laenor pushes himself to the front, so you start with him. “Cregan, this is Laenor,”
Said man feigns a cough so you correct yourself. “Sorry, Ser Laenor. He’s a knight.”
Laenor flashes Cregan a grin and then glances at his daughter to offer her a flirty smile. And right away you notice that the girl blushes at the charming tactics of your son. But she’s not the only one, since he’s the only prince who’s a bachelor, many young ladies have been swooning over him and giving him their sympathies in hope he’d return their affections. But they’ll find that their brothers or their household guards will gain his affection a lot quicker than them. He just likes to tease women.
“…and this,” you move on to point to the man next to Laenor. “This is Rhaegar, my youngest.” You grab his shoulder and give it a tight squeeze.
Rhaegar glances at you and then offers Cregan a more nervous smile, letting you move on to the next person and feeling him feel grateful for it with the way his shoulders untense.
“Next to him is my niece and his betrothed, Lady Valeria Hightower, daughter of my cousin, the Lady Rhaena.”
Cregan bows his head and then glances back at one of his men. When they approach you see him holding a bouquet of blue winter roses.
“Thank the gods these survived our trip,” he says and plucks one from the bouquet to hand it to Valeria.
“Oh! This is beautiful,” Valeria gushes. “Thank you, my Lord.” She curtsies and then turns to Rhaegar to show him the pretty rose.
“This is Lady Laena Velaryon, daughter of my cousin Lady Baela, wife of my Maekor, and future Queen.” You grin.
Cregan bows his head and once again he plucks a rose from the bouquet. She’s more timid than Valeria though, so her response is softer. “Thank you, Lord Stark.”
“It's an honor to make your acquaintance, my Lady,” he interjects. “And future Queen.”
Laena smiles and gently bows her head. “It’s an honor to meet you, the Queen speaks fondly of you.” She reveals.
Oh.
Cregan smirks. “Does she now? I should hope so.”
You avert your gaze and move on to the next person so he won't get any more smug. “And you know my Maekor, my heir.”
Cregan once again bows. “My Prince.” Cregan greets.
Maekor offers him a small bow and a gentle smile. “Lord Stark. It’s a pleasure seeing you again, the last time I saw you—”
“You were a little lad,” Cregan cuts him off. “With your front teeth missing.” He chuckles. “You’ve grown, my Prince. And I hear you have sons of your own too.”
You beam proudly, and Maekor nods.
“Yes, I do, Jacaerys and Jaehaerys,” your son reveals.
“It’s quite a change,” Cregan says. “You make me feel old.”
“That’s because you are,” you quip
“Likewise.” He counters, making you feign a laugh before you move and point to the tall skinny man next to Maekor. “You probably know him. Lord Ellis Blackwood, son of Lord Benjicot Blackwood.”
Cregan nods. “Yes, we’ve met. I hear a congratulations are in order, my lord, I hear you're expecting your first child.”
Ellis grins brightly and nods before glancing at Valaena. “Yes, twins the maester says.”
Cregan glances at your daughter and offers her a smile. “Congratulations Princess, I’m sure the gods will grant you healthy babes.” He then turns and plucks three roses from the bouquet. “For you and your children.”
Valaena gently takes the roses and brings them up to her nose to smell them, causing a sweet smile to grow on her lips. “Thank you, my Lord, you are very kind.”
Cregan bows his head and now you move on to your last two. “Now, you know…” you trail off as Aerion is gone from the line. “Oh, well here’s Daenerys.”
Cregan stops in front of Daenerys and his smile softens. “Princess,” he greets softly and studies her face.
Daenerys doesn’t know the man before her is her actual father, you couldn’t risk it, so it will always be a secret between Cregan and you.
“Lord Stark,” she greets without as much emotion.
Cregan lingers there before he grabs one winter rose and hands it to her. “It goes with your hair well,” he says, making her giggle.
“It does, thank you.” She then looks at you and smiles.
“Father,” Cregan’s daughter cuts in. “Look they have my favorite, come with me.”
Cregan blinks and then glances at you. “And the rest are for you,” he says and grabs the rest of the winter roses to give you the bouquet. “I’m sorry for your loss, again. We’ll talk later. Yes?”
You smile softly and nod. “Yes. And Lord Stark.” You proceed to approach him and talk quieter. “Join us tomorrow for breakfast. The whole of my family will be there, and I want you to be there as well.”
Cregan holds your gaze with a smile and doesn’t hesitate to answer. “I’ll be there.”
You grin wider and nod in comprehension. “Good,” you whisper and feel your heart skip a beat once again.
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Wolf of the North - (Cregan Stark x maid!reader - coming soon)
The Lord of Winterfell has arrived on one of his rare trips to King's Landing for the betrothal of Prince Aegon and Princess Helaena. He has never liked the south, a northener through and through, but the palace does have its charms. Particularly in the form of one young lady...
Northern Attitude - (Grumpy!Cregan Stark x Sunshine!reader - coming soon)
Cregan married you, a Targaryen princess, for strength and allyship. That's it. But you still managed to bring summer with you to Winterfell.
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Rip and Tear and Throw It All Away - (District 7!Cregan Stark x Tribute!reader, Capitol Mentor!Aemond Targaryen x Tribute!reader)
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Cregan Stark had been the only good thing in District 7 for Y/n L/n. They had plans, oh they had so many plans, even in that town of trash and smoke. Then her name was called. Then she was forced to rip him out of her heart and throw away all they had...
Of Myths and Moons - (Werewolf!Cregan Stark x reader - coming soon)
There are stories in the North, of creatures that appear on the night of a full moon, that are neither human nor wolf but something in between. Creatures that can wear the skin of a person and walk among the humans, and not one person could tell the difference. So just be careful walking in the wilderness on a full moon night...
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hi girl! i’m so glad ur trying to get back to writing bc all ur works are so good! for the character/trope thing, can i choose canon cregan w targ!reader with the trope grumpy x sunshine? with the reader being sunshine! can’t wait to see what u come up w! i missed u!
thank you for your sweet words my love! i really, really appreciate it😭🤍 i tried my best, and though you asked for targ!reader, i did not write any physical description for reader... hope that's okay!🤍
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“You'll age sooner if you're always mad, my love.”
The sweetness of your voice was all he needed to hear to relax his shoulder and posture, shifting from one serious semblance to a softer one. Once your hands reached his shoulders, he even let out a sigh, closing his eyes in the instant your perfume reached his nose. He breathed in, almost humming in delight thanks to your mere presence. “I am not mad,” he mumbled, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer enough to hide his face on the crock of your neck. “Not anymore at least…”
“Not anymore?” you softly giggled, your hands immediate going towards his hair, tangling your cold fingers with his deep brown locks. “Was the meeting with Lord Mormont too stressful for you?” You grabbed his cheeks after he refused to answer the question, forcing him to open his eyes to stare at you. Cregan tilted his head, groaning, and you couldn't help but smile at his expression. “Look at you! You're frowning already!” You brought your index finger towards the space between his eyebrow, circling the spot until he relaxed his muscles again. He sighed.
“Stop it,” Cregan muttered. “I do not wish to talk about it today.”
“Alright, then we shall not talk about it…” Cregan whispered a small thank you, his eyes getting heavy thanks to the exhaustion of such a busy day. He leaned forward, wanting to go back to bury his face on your neck, yet you stopped him. The Warden of the North moaned loudly as a complaint. “I cannot believe it… you've barely seen me today and you still haven't kissed me yet!” Cregan pressed his lips, holding back a groan. Then, he grabbed the back of your head, pulling you towards him and trapping your lips in a slow, tempting kiss that took your breath away.
Such a gesture was only stopped after a few seconds, when the both of you were breathless with swollen lips. A silly smile appeared on your face, which was contagious enough to make him smile too. You sighed, delighted with the sight of your husband in front of you. “Mhm… there it is,” you softly murmured, standing on your tiptoes to brush your nose against his. “That beautiful smile. You should wear it more often.”
“Don’t be greedy,” he said. “You've become spoiled.”
“You love me just like that,” you shrugged.
Cregan let out a breathy laugh, kissing the corners of your lips and wrapping you in his arms. “I love you just like that,” he agreed, smiling like a fool.
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{You learn that your husband is a very affectionate drunk}
I’m so back… Enjoy my lovelies! 💕
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Northern men know how to drink, it’s something you learned from first-hand experience on the night of your wedding. How the lords and ladies danced and drank together throughout the night, slurring their words and spilling their ale.
Today was no different, a celebration for your husband's name day that has been going on since the sun had started to rise. You couldn’t complain about it, it was nice to see Cregan not overwhelmed with his duties.
The dining hall is dimly lit with candles that are littered everywhere, the white wax melts in clumps on the wooden tables that are stained with ale and wine. You notice how much calmer the atmosphere seems to be, now that the evening has approached, as you lean back into your chair.
Most of the guests had taken their leave by now and only a few Lords and Ladies remain, and even their faces were visibly exhausted. A soft sigh escapes your lips as you glance over to Cregan, who is already looking at you with soft, glossed-over eyes.
“You look beautiful” he whispers, his words are slurred from his drunken state, but they still carry so much honesty and love that it melts you.
The smile that teeters on your lips is uncontrollable and it only makes Cregan admire you even more. He leans back in his chair whilst he drinks the sight of you in with hungry eyes.
You rest your hand over Cregans as he squeezes your thigh gently. “Have you had a good day?” You ask as he nods his head, his big hand caressing your thigh lazily.
“The best… thanks to you my lady” he says with a soft chuckle at the way you give him an almost shy smile. He can’t help but adore everything about you… you’re beyond perfect, 'a gift from the gods' as Cregan always says.
“I’m glad, though, perhaps it is time to call it a day now?” You tell him as you take his calloused hand within yours. He hums in agreement as his thumb soothes against your palm.
Getting him back to your shared bedchambers was a very humorous challenge. You were practically dragging him along as he leaned onto you for support, his hands soothing against your hips and waist whilst you guided him through the cold halls of the Winterfell castle.
The fireplace warms your bedchambers, bathing the cosy room in a soft light, as it crackles and pops. Cregan watches you take off your jewellery before changing into your nightgown with a soft smirk, his eyes gleaming with fondness.
“Gods, look at you… an absolute goddess” he says, his raspy voice just above a whisper. He wastes no time in approaching you clumsily, his hands grasping needly on your body as he tugs you closer to him.
The giggle that escapes you leaves Cregan breathless and it certainly doesn’t help when your fingers begin to brush through his hair as you stand between his legs. He looks up at you with a smile as you cup his face gently… he simply can not get enough of you.
“You should sleep,” you tell him softly knowing how awful his morning fog will be. He shakes his head softly as he rests against your stomach, his hand still grasping at your hips.
“Not before I thank you properly… my queen” His tone is teasing as he lets out a soft chuckle at the way you gasp.
“Shh… your words are dangerously close to treason” you whisper softly as your hand moves to clasp over his mouth, you look down at him with an almost shy smile.
"My words will only be treason if someone hears them... and we are alone." He pulls your hand away from his mouth, his fingers caressing your wrist. The way you look when he praises you makes him crazy. Your eyes, your smile, you are beautiful.
He hugs you close, pressing a kiss on your cheek. "But you are my queen. You rule over my heart. No one could ever take that place from you."
The honesty and love that are woven within his each and every word takes you back, your expression softens and your eyes start to well up with tears. It’s an overwhelming feeling that warms your chest and makes your skin tingle.
You take a seat on the bed beside him with a soft sigh. His thumb wipes away your tears as he presses another kiss to your cheek. “Don’t cry… you’re far too pretty for that” he whispers, his forehead resting against yours.
A bright smile teeters on his lips at the sound of your precious laughter, he brushes your hair behind your ears before pressing a kiss to your jaw.
“I love you, Cregan.” The words feel so natural and he absolutely relishes in the way you say it. He buries his face into the crook of your neck with a boyish smile.
“I love you too… my queen” he replies, his tone heavy with exhaustion as the alcohol starts to weigh on him however that doesn’t stop him from pressing lazy kisses all over your face, his hands soothing against your hips and waist whilst he whispers sweet nothings into your skin.
Cregan will soon find sleep, with his arms wrapped around you and his face buried into your neck. You’ll have to tease him tomorrow about how much of an affectionate drunk he is.
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I want to steal the bride (2)
2. Desserts, Yi-ti and old things
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Summary: Aemond finds himself without you for the first time in ten years, so he starts to realize certain things
Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x BestFriend!Reader, Cregan Stark x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Cursing, Aemond goes around hehe, Criston is sort of a red flag, but that is nothing new, since its an adaptation of the movie, I will be using sort of stereotypes, and there are some jabs about marriage and married men in this part.
Wordcount: 3.8 k
Disclaimer: This is a direct adaptation of the movie “Made of honor” and its script! also the pictures of the header aren’t mine, I took them from Pinterest
Notes: UPPSSSS
It hasn't even been a week, and Aemond already missed you terribly, he had barely spoken to you, you whined with him about not getting service anywhere, and you were almost always disconnected from him
But he had his weekly meeting with his friends and his brother, and he was ready to play basketball and keep his mind off of things for a while
He met with his brother Aegon, and his friends Criston and Adam Velaryon
“So, how was the old man’s wedding?”. teased Aegon
“You would have liked it, the bride I mean”, he muttered while tying up his laces of his shoes
“What was this one? the fifth?”
“Sixth actually”, he said, Aegon chuckled
“For the gods!”, he laughed, “I’m guessing you went with Looooove”, he teased
“Yes, next wedding you go instead please”, he said seriously
“Oh please, you love to find any excuse to take her everywhere”, he mocked, they walk back towards the group and find the guys arguing
“I'm not gonna be able to play today, man. My back”, whined Addam
“If we don't have a fourth, we're gonna end up with Tiny Shorts Guy”, complained Criston
“How's it going?”, Larys Strong appeared with a basketball in his hands, he was known on the court for not being very handy with the ball, and for wearing booty shorts when he played, it was not pretty, “need another?”
“No, our friend Ramsay, with longer shorts, is coming”, said Aemond, he laughed and left, cleary not getting the hint
“No he is not coming!”, remembered Addam, Myranda signed him up for some art-walk thing”
“Art walk? Are you serious? Tell me something, what do you think Myranda did with his balls when she cut them off?”, mocked Criston
“Gods”, mocked Aemond, I go to art walks with (y/n) all the time”, he defended
“Oh, come on, guys, marriage isn't that bad”, defended Addam
“I agree”, said Criston, playing with the ball in his hand, “without marriage, there'd be no divorce. So, without divorce, I wouldn't have my condo in the Vale”
“There you go”, laughed Aegon, “Good one”
“I'm serious, man. You're missing out on the best parts of life”, continued the only current married man in the group, now speaking only to Aemond and Aegon, “the most important part of life”
“This coming from the guy whose wife won't let him go to bars”, said Aegon
“Hey, I thought we weren't gonna talk about that, huh?”, he said back, “and besides you are you to talk?”, asked Addam, annoyed, “you are single and you've been single ever since… What was her name, in sophomore year?”
“Um, Cer-, Cerse….Ceresse!” said Criston mockingly, everyone laughed, except for Aegon
“Ceresse, that's it!”, laughed Addam, “Ceresse dumped you for him sophomore year”, he mocked pointing at Aemond
“You've never been the same. You haven't been able to sleep”, mocked Addam
“Scarred”, mocked Criston
“Yeah. You have no idea how nice it is to have someone who's gonna be there for you, no matter what, forever”, concluded Addam
“And you don't know how nice it is to sleep with a different girl every night”, snapped Aemond
“That's true”, said Criston
“Nice rebuttal”, peached in Larys
“You know, you got the best of both worlds, Aemond”, said Criston
“It's true. I can sleep with whoever I want, but I still get to hang with (Y/N) afterwards. It's a perfect setup”, he said with the brightest of smiles, only thinking of you
“Well, maybe not for her”, muttered Addam, Aemond’s smile got wiped out pretty quickly
“What's that supposed to mean?”, he asked
“Come on, Aemond. She's a woman”, continued Aegon
“Yeah, I got that”
“You sure?”, mocked Criston
“Yeah”
“Dude, she's pushing 30. You think her idea of happily ever after is coming home to you and hanging out after you got laid?”, mocked Aegon, Aemond frowned
“Makes you think, right?”, asked Larys, sneaking into the group
“Yeah”, nodded Addam
It did made him think
You had never shown yourself annoyed when he discussed his conquests with you, you loved hanging out with him on fridays, and… anytime, yes you were annoyed when he asked you to go to his grandfather’s weddings with him, but… anyone would, right?
With a sigh, he picked up the phone, and dialed you
It rang a couple of times, until you picked up
“Hello?”, he asked enthusiastically
“Hey”, you whispered lowly
“What’s going on?”, he asked, “were you sleeping?”, he mocked
“Its very late here Aem”, you whined
“How's the weather in White Harbor?”, he asked
“It's great. Only I'm in Winterfell”, he had woken you up, you were exhausted
“Oh, right. Right”, his smile didn’t waver as he listened to your voice, “So, it's sunny”, he assumed
“It's 3 in the morning”, you whined
“Oh, right. Sorry. So it's dark”, he said
“Yeah”
“Hey, have you seen the Big black wolf yet?”, he didn’t hear anything back, so he just dropped it, “I know, a terrible joke. Anyway…”
“Is there something important?”, you asked, falling asleep with phone in hand
“Yeah, you'll never guess what happened”, he said with an enthusiastic tone
“What?”
“They filled in the pothole”, he said matter-of-factly
“The pothole?”, you asked, frowning
“On 83rd”
“Terrific. Hey, Aemond?”
“Yeah?”, he asked
“I'm gonna go back to sleep now”
“Oh, okay. Sure”, he said, finally catching on
“Love you”, you whispered, and Aemond jumped on his seat, it wasn’t the first time you had said it, but clearly it played with his mind
“Good night. Call me Tomorrow”, he said but you were already gone, and he hadn't said it back
He was more confused than before
He loves hearing your voice, and he missed you, but he didn’t know what to think, he didn’t even know what he was hoping for, what he expected with just one phone call, if that could give him more clearance
It hadn’t
No, he shook his head, he couldn’t, no, he couldn’t
You were his best friend
But his male friends were right, you… were a girl… a woman, you have had boyfriends before and it's not going to be long before you get another one, maybe one day you’ll get married…
The thought frightened him, he realized with surprise
The thought of being without you scared him to death
So he came to a conclusion…
A bad one…
He invited the last girl in his little black book, to meet her in the vintage store you both liked going to, it had to work… You were going to move on from him, and even though that scared him, he had to be prepared
He was with women all the time, he was going to prove everyone else wrong, he could get girl-friends….
“This stuff's all old”, Jeyne mumbled, looking everywhere, bored out of her mind
“Yeah. That's the point”, he answered, she looked back at him and shoot him a wink and a smirk
“Let's go to Fendi”, she said, perhaps it was a mistake to tell her how much he gained
“Fendi? No. No, no”, he said dismissively
“Yes!”, she shrieked
“We're here. Let's just stay here”, he said, trying to convinced her
“I'm not into old stuff”, she whined like a little girl
“Why are you talking like a six-year-old?”, he said, immediately regretting his choice
“I'm not”, she answered sharply
So the next day, he invited Floris to the famous bakery, to try his luck
“This line is too long. Can't we just go somewhere else?”, she asked, anoyyed
“No. This is the best bakery in the world. That's why it's worth waiting in line”, he said simply, but as she looked terribly annoyed, those stilettos she was weaning weren’t making her any favors to stay for two long on her feet, he tried a bit harder
“Come on, we'll play a game. Wanna play a game?”, that seemed to pick her interest
“Yeah, we can play a game”, she said, visibly more engaged
“Okay, good”, he said, now more confident, “Tell me what to order”, he teased
“Why?”, she asked back
“We are playing, that’s the game! you'll see. It'll be fun.Make a suggestion.
“A cookie”, she suggested
“No, no, you have to be specific, like what type of cookie?”, he pushed
“A really big cookie”
Alright this was a bad idea
“Aemond, your phone's ringing”, said Alys Rivers, the girl he had been seeing every week, he ran back from the bathroom to pick it up, it was you! it had to be you
“Hello?”, he desperately asked into the phone, but there was no answer, only noise, “Hello?”, he asked, but no answer
“What's wrong?”, Alys asked when she say him sighing loudly and desperately
“Missed an important call”
“That's because you're an important person”, she teased. He looked at her, she was gorgeous, he liked having sex with her
“Do you like Yi-ti food?”, he asked curiously
Half an hour later he was sitting on the same table he used to sit with you, and Alys was right in front of him
The cart was approaching and she smiled widely
“Hey, come to mama”, she giggled, “Uhh, we will have, um, two fried dumplings, two of the wontons, and six of the, uh, fried porky thingies”, she ordered
“Yeah, but that's fried”, he said, annoyed, once her order was on the table, she grabbed a fried piece with her chopsticks
“Come on”, she teased
“It's not healthy”, he said seriously
“Have some of the fried. It won't hurt you”, she insisted, nearing the fried piece into his mouth. She dropped it, making the piece fall into his pants and staining them
She gasped apologetically
“Sorry…”
“Thank you”, he said, rolling his eyes
This was a bad idea
It’s been weeks, he had dated, actually taken on dates, many women, and none of them, not one, had made him feel the way you do
He missed you
He realized there was no replacing you, there is no other woman he rather be with… and… that was driving him insane
So today he decided to calculate the hour properly, and call you early, it was nighttime still, but at a night he knew you were going to be awake
But it was a glitchy call, he knew it from the beginning
“Hello?”, he tried, rubbing his forehead
“Hey. Hello?”, your voice, so beautiful and melodic, it made Aemond feel like everything was well, like he was at peace, relaxed
“Hello?”, he repeated, “Love?”
“Hello?”, you asked back
“Hey”, he said, excited of actually being able to talk with you
“Aemond? Aemond, is that you?”, you asked, “Aemond?”
“Hello?”, he asked, annoyed
You could barely hear him, you were on a two day trip to a castle on the outskirts of Winterfell, it started pouring, the road was a mess and you were surrounded by huge cows, they were everywhere
“Hello?”, you asked back, actually, the thought of hearing your best friend right now is just what you needed, but you couldn’t
“You're cutting out. I can't hear anything you've said”, you whined, “I'm stuck in a thunderstorm. I'm surrounded with a herd of cows. Listen, I'll call when I get to the hotel”, you tried to explain
“Love, I can't hear you”
“Aemond?”, you asked, “Hello?”
“Hello? Hello?”, you were interrupted, and hang up when someone knocked on the window of your car, you smiled apologetically, and found yourself in front of the most handsome man you had ever seen
“Oh Hello”
“You lost lass?”
. . .
“Oh, I hate Winterfell”, whined Aemond and threw his phone away to bag, it was basketball day again, and he need to get ready
But his mind was thousand of miles away
As the days passed he realized there was no other like you, you are the only one he liked to hang around with, he loved being with you, he… he loved you
And the thought scared him
“C’mon C’mon C’mon!”, called Criston, but Aemond was barely able to move before Addam snatched the ball from him
“We're having a hard time”, mocked Criston, “We're having a hard time”
“Oh, yeah? Want a hand?”, asked aegon, who got the bal and had no problem avoiding Aemond and threw a three pointer from half the court
“Give it up, baby”, he mocked
“Come on, Aemond. Aemond, Aemond”, called Criston, but Addam intercepted him
“Easy”, he mocked, Aemond tried to grab him, tired of failure
“Aemond, foul. That's a foul, Aemond”, called Aegon, “what's the matter with you today??”
“I don't know”, he whined, stopping in the middle of the court, “I think I might have feelings for (y/n)”
“Oh, come on, come on. Let's just play”, mocked Criston, but Aegon and Addam shared concerned looks
“It's just... without her, something's off”, he explained, like it pained him, “It's got me thinking that, maybe, there's more to life than just sleeping around”
“I don't understand”, said Criston
“I-I'm not following”, muttered Aemond
“Come on, let's just play”, dismissed Aemond
“I know exactly what you mean, Aemond”, said Addam with a shy smile on his face. Aegon and Criston shared concerned looks and passed the ball to each other
“I'm gonna tell her, when she gets home… I'm gonna tell her that I wanna be with her”, he said with a wide smile, “nothing about marriage, just be together”, Addam’s smile wiped out pretty quickly
“Yeah, that's romantic”, mocked Aegon
From hare, and for the next few weeks he still had ahead of him without you, he could breathe a bit more easy
. . .
You have one unheard message.
A message from you! Aemond was so excited when he heard it
“Hey, Aem, I'm back. Gods, I cannot wait to see you! I don't care what you're doing tonight, cancel it. We're going to dinner”, he smiled at the sound of your voice, this was going to be perfect, he knew exactly what he was going to say. “Meet me at that new trendy place next to the small Bravoosi place we hated that used to be the Mantari-fusion place we loved. Meet me there, at 8 o'clock. I have so much to tell you!”
He had heard the voice message like eight times already while ha changed clothes, he was so so excited, he had his apartment cleaned, his suits pressed, his cologne, - the one you liked- stocked, his hair fixed, tonight, he was going to tell you that he had feeling for you, that he wanted to explore it further
With any luck, he was going to take you back to his palace for the night
You were going to be the first woman even going up there
And he was okay with that
He entered the new place, it was very nice, as could turn into a date kinda nice, he looked at the flowers he bought on the street for you, and took a long breath as he told your name to the receptionist who led them to the back of the restaurant
And there you were, gorgeous, like always
He could recognize you everywhere, anywhere
But as he catched your glance and you smiled at him, you look back to someone else, and there it was, some guy, tall handsome, he hadn't seen him, instead he hugged you and kissed your neck
Fuck no
No no no no
Who was that?
he got so distracted that he didn’t see the waiter coming at him at full speed
They clashed scandalously, plates flew as the flowers and Aemond fell to the ground, not very elegantly, on top of the poor waiter
“AEMOND!”, you called, running to him. He was whining on the floor, “Aemond. You okay?”, you asked sweetly
“I'm all right. Are you all right?”, he asked, turning to the waiter who was moaning and wheezing in pain
“I think I broke a rib”, you helped Aemond up from the floor, and he smiled apologetically at you
“His rib. I'm fine. I'm fine”, said Aemond, helping the poor waiter up on his feet, he was fine, he hoped
“Are you okay?”, you asked to Aemond
“I'm so sorry”, muttered Aemond, the manager approached you
“I'm sorry, sir. Here are your flowers”, she said apologetically, trying to grab them front he floor
“Oh, but…”
“You had flowers?”, you asked him
“No, they're not my flowers”, he said dismissively
“They're your flowers. Those are yours”, said the waiter, grabbing his side
“I didn't have flowers”, fought Aemond, grabbing you softly and walking away from the scene. He finally turned to you and smiled
“Hi. It's good to see you”, he purred softly, his eye shining excitedly
“I missed you”, you admitted, hugging him quickly, “there's someone I want you to meet”
Aemond wanted to be the one that broke a rib
“Oh, good”, he said, not expecting you to notice the change in his demeanor
“Aemond, this is Cregan”, there it was, this tall, handsome, beautiful man
“oh”, they shook hands, and Aemond didn’t know what to think
So fifteen minutes later, with a drink in hand, Aemond was pinching his own leg under the table, because he wanted to scream
“It started pouring and suddenly it was just me in a field of cows…”, you laughed, Aemond watched in horror the way you were looking at that man, “of course, we're in the North there are no street signs anywhere and it's getting dark…”
“I think she thought she was in some bad werewolf movie”, he chipped in, and Aemond even hated to hear the sound of his voice, "Stay off the moors, lassie.", he continued
He only had eyes for you
“So, anyway, all of a sudden, out of nowhere, Cregan comes riding up on horseback”, your eyes are finally back on him, so he had to muster a weird smile. You laughed excitedly, Aemond had never seen you like that, “Can you believe it?”, you asked him “A horse! And asks me if I need any help”
“Wow!”, he said, faking it, not that you’d notice
“You were a lady in distress. What was I gonna do?”, he said, Aemond wanted to throw up
Dammit Cregan, we are in a public place! Aemond was sure that if a policeman would have been here he would have arrested him, for public indecency and being a creep
“It was right out of a Valyrian novel”, you said lovingly, you could see that Aemond wasn’t that invested, so you smiled at him, what he had said that you where a “love slut” came back to you, “So, anyway, he shows me to this charming little inn where he proceeds to buy me the most awful dinner I have ever had”, you said, with a bitter taste in your mouth
Probably Aemond thought this was stupid, that you were being silly
“Right. Okay. Aye. It was pretty bad, even by Northerner standards”, Cregan agreed with you
“Then, we just spent the next month traveling around the country, getting to know each other, and visiting museums. It was…”, you sighed, looking into Cregan’s eyes
“It was perfect”, he said right there with you, looking into yours
“So, when it was time for (y/n) to leave, I just… I don't know, I just… I couldn't let her go”, Cregan finally found it in himself to look at Aemond
“Ah…”, he muttered
“So, I got down on one knee…”, you smiled widely, showing Aemond your hand, and the huge rock that decorated your ring finger
“And he proposed, and I accepted”, you said excitedly
Aemond was never a man who let himself be controlled by his emotions, that being said, he never thought he even had a nervous breakdown, or a panic attack… until now
He felt his heart beating sot wrongly he thought he was going to pass out
“Wow, that's just… It's huge, it's…”, he couldn’t stand it, his legs were getting numb
“So, the wedding's coming together very quickly”, you continued
Oh suit fuck, shit, he started looking for the emergency exit, couldn’t find it anywhere
“Ah, it sounds like it”, he managed to say, his mouth was dry
“We're gonna get married in Winterfell, at Cregan's parents' summer home”, you continued, another nail on his coffin
“It's gonna be a pretty small thing. We can't expect too many people to make the trip overseas in just a fortnight”, Cregan chipped in
“A fortnight”, he said, trying to calm himself
“Right!”, you said
“That's two weeks”, he said seriously
“It's crazy, isn't it?”, you asked him, he seemed to notice how incredibly nervous you were
“Have you ever been to Winterfell, Aemond?”, asked Cregan
“You know, I haven't”, he said, trying to smile, but his cheeks were numb too
“You should see the little church where we're exchanging our vows in”, that smile on your face, Aemond’s heart broke, if he could be the one that caused it, it was so beautiful and bright, filled with love, “It's the same church that Cregan's parents were married in”
“It's pretty spectacular. Just across the loch from our distillery”, of course
“Distillery?”
“Yeah, Cregan's family owns the largest whisky distillery in the North”, you said with a knowing smile
Did you expect him to like this Cregan person?
“Aemond, look…”, oh shit, he thought, “If you were getting married I'd expect to be your best man”, you said surely, and he paled even more, “Aemond… will you be my maid of honor?”, you asked excitedly
“Your maid of honor?”, he asked, it felt like the knife this Cregan guy had plunged into him, was being twisted, he got up, he needed to get out of this place, he needed to run,t o scream to
He turned and BAM
He crashed against the same waiter, both ended up in the floor covered in some warm soup
“Oh, I'm so sorry”, he whined
“WHAT IS IT WITH YOU MAN?”, he screamed high pitched
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VERMITHORN’S 1K MILESTONE EVENT
CREGAN STARK + ACAROPHILIA
cw: nsfw, p in v, grinding, marking, scratching, bruises and wounds?
note: first cregan request <3 i want to scratch his back (not platonically)
Cregan growled, his arms tightening around your body, your chest was pressed against his, he looked down at your tits being squeezed by his massive body, biting his lip as he captured your mouth on his.
Your bare bodies pressed against together, his massive cock grinding against your wet cunt, the head catching on your pearl with every thrust of his hips. You whimpered against his mouth, seeking closeness.
“My love,” You whispered, looking up into his grey eyes, his hips stuttered at your words.
He gulped, “Yeah?”
“Can you put it in?”
Cregan didn’t need any more indications, he adjusted himself, the head of his cock against your entrance, he looked into your eyes as he pushed in, making you take all his length in one swift motion, you both gasped.
His movements were slow at first, but your hands traveled from his sides to his back, encouraging him to go faster scratching his skin, your head against the soft pillow and eyes closed, the sight and feeling of his skin making his hips stutter again.
“Fuck, love.” He thrusted against your cunt, his cock twitching inside of you. He accelerated his pace, the feeling of your fingers grasping at his back, your nails digging into his skin as he pounded into you made his head dizzy as he attacked your neck ferociously, biting and sucking your skin.
The morning after, he stood up from the messy bed to initiate his day, it made you giggle at the sight of his back, the crimson wounds making a deep contrast with his pale skin.
“You look good, love.”
“I know I do.”
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brooklyn baby | cregan stark
Description: He plays hockey and you're a figure skater. Nothing but pure fluff.
Pairing: cregan stark/figure-skater!reader
Cregan was the type of man that falls asleep right away. You were talking to him five seconds ago, but now he was snoring his ass off. A small laugh escapes your mouth seeing his sleeping figure - he 'swore' that he wouldn't sleep so he could spend more time with you.
You try to stand up, but he pulls you down.
"Where you going, miss?" he mumbled, eyes wide open and staring at you. "To get some snacks," you replied - bopping his nose. "Without me?" he gave you the cutest puppy eyes. "Go back to sleep, Mr. Stark." you smile, and he listens to you - eyes closing and his snore returns.
cregan_scotland_hockey: the fairy princess is back at it again 🧚🏻♀️ tagged: y/n_olympics
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y/n_olympics: DOMINATING 🔥
"It says that I should fold the cheese in," you continued reading the recipe book while holding a spatula on the other hand. Cregan furrowed his eyebrows, mixing the batter while making sure that you weren't going to burn the house down. "How do you fold the cheese in?" you asked, staring up at the book.
He moves to your part of the counter - reading what the recipe entails. To his agony, there were only three words on step 3.
fold. in. cheese.
"- fold in like you'd do to clothes?" you frown and he shakes his head. "Wait, let me try." he hums, and you gently move out of his workspace. He lifts the spatula 'folding' the cheese in. "It says that it should have a thick consistency." you continued reading and his face pales - the sauce was watery.
"Do I keep 'folding' in until it becomes thick?" he questions and you browse the book for any suggestions, but there were only three fucking words. "Where did you buy this?" you turned to look at him and he shrugs, "I bought it from Jace's aunt," he answered - Helaena was strangely giggling while handing him the book. "Is she a chef?" you inquire and he shakes his head.
"She's one of those fortune tellers on tiktok." he informed, prompting you to facepalm. A laugh escapes his mouth seeing that you were staring at him 'the office' style. "So do we continue folding in the cheese?" he joked, earning a small giggle from you.
y/n_olympics: I suddenly can't tie my laces 🥴
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cregan_scotland_hockey: anything for u madame 🌹
- y/n_stark: 🫦
joffreyplaysminecraft: hi aunt y/n 😁
- y/n_stark: Hello joff, how's mom? 💙
- cregan_scotland_hockey: why do u call her aunt and me tony
- y/n_olympics: Tony Stark 🤷🏻♀️
Everything about Cregan was pure happiness - even gossiping became fun with him. "Remember the guy we were laughing about on reddit?" you ask, sitting beside him with a latte on your hand. "Yeah, the cbat guy?" he asked, browsing through his phone.
"Apparently he's Aegon." you dropped the bomb and he suddenly exploded into a million laughing fits. "Aegon, Jace's uncle?" he giggled, wiping the fake tears away from his eyes. "Yep, I heard it from his ex-girlfriend - because I showed her the tiktok video." you laughed, slapping his shoulders lightly.
"How did he even do that?" he thought to himself while standing up. "Ten tenen ten tete tenten," he sang while grinding on air.
"You are embarrassing - stopp," you giggled, slowly burying your face on the pillow.
"Did you get the ick?"
He was with you in your lowest points. He was beside you in your highest. He was with you everywhere, and in your accomplishments he was the person that you shared it with.
cregan_scotland_hockey: congratulations to the love of my life @y/n_olympics, i've seen how hard you've worked to accomplish this. you've sacrificed days and nights, and i'm so proud to say that it's all been worth it in the end. 💙🌹 i love you madame fairy 🧚🏻♀️
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y/n_olympics: Thank u, Mr. Stark 🦸🏻♂️
simplyme03: Congrats 🤩
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A Pact of Fire and Ice Part 1
Recently became obsessed with Cregan Stark but I still love the Targaryen's. So here I go.
No skin tone was mentioned only the mentions of hair colour. Also some differences from the books to this
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Everything went so fast just a few days ago you were eating dinner in Kings Landing with your family. Now the same family was finally severed after years of hanging by a string, your mother Princess Rhaenyra was supplanted by your Uncle Aegon, and your younger brother was killed by your Uncle Aemond on a diplomatic trip. You meanwhile are being prepped to your journey to Winterfell where you meet your betrothed Lord Cregan Stark. Your brother Jaceryer's offered your hand in marriage to the young wolf. After discussing with his council he accepted." My sweet girl why that face" your mother's voice made you turn around," I'm just preparing myself to leave my home and get married to someone I don't know" You shrugged, Rhaenyra sighed," I felt the same when I married your father Laenor, both of us weren't keen on it. Still, we made it work" she said touching your silver hair gently, unlike your brothers you have inherited the traditional Valerian features of purple eyes and silver hair much to your mother delight as it got suspicions of her firstborn son's parentage of her back for a while."But it mostly it will help us gain a great ally as if House Stark is on our side so will the rest of the north" Daemon said showing up out of nowhere, you sighed," I love being a political pawn" you said to him with an eye roll," Princess since you became off age your mother and I have been drowning in papers of houses asking for your hand in marriage but we haven't accepted any of them as your mother wanted you to make your own choices, but circumstances changed. You should be lucky it's Lord Cregan Stark who will be your husband and not someone else" Daemon said making you squint your eyes at him," Cregan Stark is an honourable man my sweet girl" Rhaenyra said trying to defuse the situation," I'm doing this only for you mother" you said after a minute of silence, she smiled at you and kissed your temple," You remind me of your father" she said," I wish he could have been here" Rhaenyra gave you a tight-lipped smile,"So do I, now say your goodbye's your dragon is being prepared as we speak".
Joffrey was holding tight onto you his face buried in your stomach, "Please don't leave. Don't leave me" he whimpered, tears falling down his chubby cheeks," I will be back before you know it Jof. Take care of Dragonstone and Mother for me. My brave little brother, I know you can do it" You said while touching his hair gently, he slowly backed away from you, wiping tears away. You turned to Corlys and Rhaenys," You be safe in Winterfell, Lord Cregan is one of the finest swordsmen the seven kingdoms have ever seen. He will take good care of you" Corlys said placing a hand on your shoulder," That's not the reason I don't want to go Grandsire" Corlys nodded," I know but duty is important. Both your father and mother didn't want to get married but they did as it was there duty to the realm", you didn't answer but just bowed your head, Coryls grabbed your chin and made you look up at him,"And you being in the north will also stop you taking up arms to ride into battle to fight your Kinslayer Uncle. I already lost one grandchild to the Greens, I don't want to lose another" he said sincerely, you smiled sadly at him before moving towards Rhaenys who took you by the hands," I wish Laenor would see you right now. He would have loved the woman you have turned to. I still remember how happy he was the day you were born, his first and only girl. Take care of yourself, take the long route to the north in case the greens try to attack. This alliance is a turning point in this war, with the north-","I know, with the North my mother's throne can secured back, they have the biggest army in the North" she nodded, she gave you a hug gently caressing your hair before letting you go. You smiled at her before turning to your dragon Tyraxes, a beautiful Snow White dragon whose scales glittered in a purple hue when the sun shone and green eyes,"issi ao ready syt se journey bē jelmor? (are you ready for the journey up north?)".
Meanwhile Cregan Stark was taking Jacaerys out for a hunting trip wanting to know everything about his future wife and Jace was happy to give him the info," She is a bit of a handful at times so good luck with that. People say she is like mother when she was younger. But her beauty is something from out of this world. Her hair shines like diamonds in the sun, her eyes a purple like never seen before and her skin as soft as silk" Jace said in a way which made Cregan wonder if he was in love with his sister, everyone in the realm knew about the Royal Families queer customs," She loves the colour red and always wears jewellery doesn't matter what the situation is rings, necklaces and earrings are always on her" Jace continued," I had this in mind for her do you think she will like it?" Cregan said reaching into his pelt pulling out a small necklace and handing it to Jace who gently took it,"Is this made out of Dragon glass and Valyrian steel?" Jace asked surprised," I found it within my family Heirlooms, I don't know the history of it but I knew it was Valeyrian steel because of the feel of steel it's just like Ice," he said patting the sword which was attached to his hip,"Valeyrian piece of Jewellery should be worn by a Valeyrian Princess" Jace looked at the necklace more in detail it was a dragon which wrapped around a dragon glass sphere, "She will love it. I'm sure of it" he said handing back the necklace. Cregan tugged back under his pelt,"Let's try to hunt for something, your sister will be here by nightfall"
Just like Cregan said you arrived at Nightfall, Tyraxes landed on the snowy ground, the snow jumped into the air from the impact of the large beast,"I'm Princess Y/N, I'm here for Cregan Stark" you said to an approaching knight,"Follow me your highness" he said trying to avoid eye contact with Tyraxes, you patted her nose before following the guard into the castle. You pulled your cloak closer to your body, as the clothes you are wearing aren't doing much to protect you from the cold,"It be warmer once you get inside Princess" the guard said noticing you shivering.
Cregan was waiting in the main hall, Jace was with him excited to see his sister again."Princess Y/N of House Targaryen has arrived Lord Cregan" the guard said. The older man moved towards you,"Your Grace, I'm Lord Cregan Stark, Warden of the North" he said bowing his head to you," I assumed so as the guard called you Lord Cregan and you are the only other person here beside my brother" you said while brushing snow of your shoulders," I have a room prepared for you my Princess. It's close to your brothers, tomorrow I want to show you around Winterfell" he said ignoring the tone of your voice, he did study you from head to toe, Jace wasn't lying when he said your beauty is from out of this world. Your hair looked indeed diamonds when the warm lights of the candles hit them and your eyes took his breath away, "What are you waiting for my Lord? I want to change and I'm in need of rest" Cregan nodded,"Follow me Princess".
You followed Cregan towards your room,"I hope it's to your liking Princess" he said opening the door, It was smaller than your room in King Landing and Dragonstone but it felt homier, the furs and many wooden objects with the warm candlelight, you removed your cape and placed it onto a chair,"It's surprisingly warm in here" you said as Cregan moved towards the Fire place where he threw in more wood,"It's because of the hot springs, you need to see them sister. They are amazing" Jace said excitedly,"I leave the two of you be. You probably have a lot to talk about. My Prince, Princess" he said leaving the two of you alone.
You sat down on the couch making Jace follow he grabbed your hands,"Luce...-","We never found a body, well never his full one. We gave him a dragon rider funeral it was nice, only you were missing" you said sadly making Jace squeeze your hand,"I wish I could have been there. I wish it was me who went to Stormsend. Since I heard about his death, I have been dreaming about our last interaction. It wasn't positive, he was scared and worried and I just yelled at him. It's not what a brother does, it's not what a King is supposed to do" Jace said getting emotional," It's not your fault, you were worried as well and emotions can run high during those moments. The only ones to blame are the greens, our Uncle especially" you said kissing his cheek, making him sigh,"I'm glad you are here my sweet sister" he said touching your cheek gently,"I should be mad at you, selling me off like I'm some cattle" Jace grimaced," I did what was needed, he recently lost his heir and second wife. He needs a new one, his council was encouraging him. He's a great man, he will treat you right" he said while gently caressing your cheek, you leaned into his touch and sighed,"If it will help us get back the Iron Throne then so be it. At least he isn't ancient like some of the other Lords" you said making Jace chuckle," Only the best for my beloved sister" he said,"I let you get some rest. Lord Cregan has the day planned out for you".
The next day you were awoken by a knock on the door, "Princess" a servant girl appeared from between the doors, "Lord Cregan asked me to assist you in getting ready" she said with a soft smile, you nodded and stepped out of the bed,"Did you sleep well Princess","Yes, the beds are softer than I imagined, so are the furs I thought they would be scratchy" you chuckled," Lord Cregan made sure we gave you the best furs" she said placing down a gown on the bed before she began working on your hair, "Is this for me?", "Yes, it's more suited for the weather than the gown you arrived in yesterday. Even though stunning it's ill-suited for the weather" she said,"Very well" you said looking down at the gown, It was a deep red gown made out of a think velvet, and it had embroidery in the form of flowers and leaves on it, "It's beautiful" you said," It belonged to Lords first wife, she wore it often" she said making you frown,"It must mean a lot to him than?" you said as the servant picked the dress up again and back unlacing the back,"She was his first love, gave birth to his heir, so yes the dress means a lot to him" she said as you stepped into the gown,"Why would he give to me than?", "Cause Prince Jacaerys told him red is your favourite colour and you need more suiting clothes," she said,"That's very sweet of him," you said,"Your hair is truly beautiful Princess. We in Winterfell heard of your beauty often, so often that it seemed exaggerated but now seeing you" she smiled,"I'm sorry, it's just here in Winterfell we don't see many variations in peoples looks. Your brother fits right in but you not so much....looks wise of course Princess," she said quickly finishing lacing you up,"Lord Cregan will meet you in the great hall for breakfast".
Cregan was drumming his fingers on the wood, the food in front of him slowly becoming cold,"More wine?" a cupbearer asked, but Cregan only answered by waving him away." So nervous, it's not like you" a female voice said making turn around,"Sarah what are you doing here?" he asked with a smile," I want to see my brother embarrass himself in front of the Princess of this realm" she smiled cheekily," I forgot how long woman take to get ready" he said making Sarah roll her eyes at him," Ironic as there are best clothes. Someone likes to make an impression" she continued to tease, Cregan playfully rolled his eyes, like you tried to make an impression with the young Prince. This is your best dress" he said making her blush," I just want to look good, we don't have royalty here often and besides he is engaged to another and why would a Prince like a bastard like me anyway" She shrugged. Cregan patted her hair gently,"You are my sister which makes you a Stark, it doesn't matter what the others say". Sarah smiled and was about to say something when the door opened revealing you, in the red dress which made Cregan get up from his seat,"My Lord sorry for the wait" you said folding your hands together,"The dress..." Sarah began,"It looks stunning you Princess" Cregan said, he wasn't lying, you indeed look ethereal with it but the emotions of seeing another woman in his dead love dress made him feel emotional, A bit of regret began filling him but also something else started to bubble inside him. He didn't know what yet,"Let's eat, you must be starving," he said,"This is Sarah Snow...my.." Cregan didn't know how to word it,"I'm his Bastard sister," she said bluntly,"It's an honour to have you here in Winterfell your Highness," she said bowing,"It's an honour to be here," you said with a tight-lipped smile,"Is my brother joining us?" you asked sitting down," No your grace, he's breaking his fast in his room. Today is for us to get to know each other and for you to know Winterfell" Cregan said taking a sip of his wine, and looking at Sarah mentally telling her to leave,"I be on my way, have a lovely day" you smiled at her,"She seems lovely" you said cutting into the food," She is, I love her dearly doesn't matter if she is a bastard" he said making you smile." I have another gift for you" he said,"Bring it to me" he said making a servant nod and leave the room before re-entering it,"Here you will need it for the outside" he said as the servant handed you the bundle, it was white with some black and grey thrown in it, it was soft,"It's made of Wolf fur, your brother and I hunted it. We are going eat the meet for dinner tonight" he said,"The craftsmanship id amazing" you said as," I will send them your regards. I thought white would suit you well" he said with a smile,"Thank you Lord Cregan" he smiled,"Let's go, winter is close which means it will get darker sooner and I have a lot to show you" he said while you pulled the jacket on.
"These are the Godswood," Cregan said as you looked around in awe, "It's stunning, it's like those woods from fairytales," you said as the snow crunched underneath your boots,"It's so much larger than the one in the red keep," you said while looking snow covered trees, Cregan hummed in response,"The heart tree is just this way" he said placing his hand on your back and led you to the centre of the Godswood. Soon you were met with the large white tree, the white branches expand in a longer fashion than the one within the Red Keep. The red leaves stood out on its white surroundings,"You believe in the old gods instead of the faith of the seven?" you said,"Yes, don't try to convert me, Princess, your brother tried and failed ","Do not worry, I don't follow the seventh anymore. I find comfort within the Gods of Old Valyria" you said gently touching the leaves of the heart tree."Tell me more about those gods than" Cregan said making you turn around to face him,"Maybe another time my Lord, I want you to continue showing me around Winterfell" you said crossing your arms behind your back.
Cregan continued to show you around Winterfell," The last thing I want to show you is this" he said, he led you to a large door that was made from unfamiliar material, it looked heavy, Cregan seemed to struggle a little bit to open it. Once open only darkness was can be seen," Those are the crypts of Winterfell, all the tombs of my ancestors are kept here" he said grabbing a torch before walking into the darkness,"A bit inappropriate for a first date, he could at least wait for our third before showing me where all his dead relatives are being shoved in" you mumbled before following him. It was dark and chilly and the air was wet which made you wrinkle your nose as you walked down the spiral staircase. "These are statues of the Lords before me," he said shining his torch on the statues, "This one is of my father," Cregan said, he said looking up at the large stone statue,"Do you remember much of your father?", he shook his head," I just remember bits and pieces, I wish I remembered more and I wish I could forget the day he died" you said, Cregan looked at you,"You where there?" you hummed," I hear commission in the throne room of Driftmark, it was only days after my aunt's funeral. I couldn't sleep because of the events from the last few days, so I decided to see what was happening. I found my Grandmother crying over some shard remains, Grandsire Coryl's was yelling at the guards so I knew it must have been my father" you said making Cregan look at you sadly,"No child should have witnessed something like that. I'm sorry Princess for your loss, for all of your losses" he said," Let's leave, this place is giving me the creeps" you said.
Jace was talking to Sarah when you arrived back,"Hello sweet sister how was your trip" he asked,"I know Winterfell now, which was the purpose of this trip" You shrugged making Jace give you a look,"It went well brother. I want to take a bath however" you said,"I will tell the maids to draw you one" Sarah said which made you nod,"Thank you. Until then I will go back to my dragon" you said walking off with Jace following behind. "Now sister, tell the truth about your trip" he said,"I said everything that needed to be said Jace. I won't fall in love with him after one trip," you said before breaking off into a sprint when you saw Tyraxes in the distance, "I missed you girl," you said hugging her neck,"So you saying there is a possibility in you falling in love with him," Jace said making you roll your eyes, "I didn't say that"," but you also didn't deny it," he said,"Don't you have a fiancé to return too and annoy?" you huffed,"Not until you and Cregan are wedded, he wants to marry in the way of the old gods" he said making you look at him with a lifted brow,"It's a very intimate ceremony similar to a traditional Valeryian one" Jace explained making you nod.
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