#creagn fic

[just-some-random-blogger]

Hey! I love your Cregan fics💕 is it okay if i ask for another fluff Cregan fic?👉👈 i just can't get enough of Cregan fluff

Poison Berries

Who would win? 100 tongues slandering the lady of Winterfell or 1 Cregan Stark?

Cregan Stark x Reader | 700< | cw: fem!reader, wife!reader, insecurities, implied body shaming, protective!cregan, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: this is totally me projecting cos my sis and i got body shamed today. it be ur own family i swear

"Where is my wife?" is the first thing Lord Stark says when he returns from his errands. He grunts as he dismounts his horse, eyes fixed upon the stable boy who takes his horse by the reins.

He grunts again at the lack of response and explains, "she told me she would be here when I returned."

The boy shrugs, "I don't know, milord. 've not seen milady all day."

He huffs and nods. He decides to simply look for you in your shared chambers, thinking you would probably be there. Finding your quarters empty, he heads to the library, then the solar, the kitchen, and soon- "where is my wife?!" is heard and repeated all across Winterfell.

Someone tells him you went into the woods to forage, and so naturally, he asks who you left with. He receives no name, and quickly it dawns you had left the safety of stronghold alone. His heart races. How long have you been out? By the old gods, how long have you been out?

Cregan mounts his horse at once and patrols the land. He screams your name out so loudly it disrupts the surrounding wildlife.

He snaps when he hears a response. He is unmistaken; that was your voice calling out his name. Quickly, he answers your call and rides toward you. He nearly leaps from his horse when he spots you, face crestfallen, hair frosty.

He calls your name again, much softer now, voice laced in worry. He captures your cheeks in his hands, hissing when he feels it's unnatural coolness, "are you well?"

You hold a guilty expression as he moves to rub your shoulders.

"Why have you left unaccompanied?" Cregan huffs hotly, his breath condensing with the air, "has something happened?"

"Cregan-" you place your hands on his chest. He stops rubbing your arms.

He watches how you lower your gaze. His face hardens with concern, "my love, speak to me."

You look up at him, eyes now pinkish and teary.

His jaw clenches. He huffs through his nostrils.

"I overheard... ..."

Cregan's expression softens. He clutches your cheeks, "speak," he rubs your skin with his thumbs, "I implore you to speak."

Your sigh turns to fog. You shrug, "they do not think I... I am a true Northern bride."

"True?" he snaps, "you are a Northern bride," he brushes your hair back, "I am Northern and you are my bride."

Your tears become too heavy.

Cregan's stomach churns as he wipes your tears. He hushes you and mutters under his breath, "there can be no truer bride than that of the Lord of Winterfell's."

"I fare horribly in the cold."

"You will grow accustomed to it."

"I do not know how to start a fire."

"Then I shall teach you, if you must lear-"

"But I do not look the part!"

Cregan's face drops.

Your tears begin to turn to frost. Your voice is small, "I do not look like the other ladies. I do not wear the furs well, I do not look shapely... I feel beastly. I was not forged by steel as you are, husband."

He rubs your cheeks, determined to warm you, "and who would slander my wife? Force her to feast on lies?"

You scoff and lower your gaze

"Would that you need be forged by steel-"

You shake your head, "it does not matter."

"It matters greatly," he releases your cheeks, "I will have them answer to their accusations," he clenches his fists, "and we shall see how their furs suit them when they've wet them."

You look up at Cregan, brows furrowing at the sight of his increasing fury.

"I would have them grovel," he mutters, "and sentence them to the Wall if they do not-"

You lips part, "Cregan-"

"Do they believe I would not do that much for the lady of mine own house? My lady?"

"Cregan," you rub the collar of his cloak.

He examines you. A line forms between his brows as he reaches for your wrist.

You look at each other for a moment. His thumb rubs circles on your skin. You raise your brows, "I... I picked a few berries for you," you turn to the basket that laid forgotten on the ground.

His gaze shifts to it.

"Though, I must admit... I am uncertain if they are edible."

He chuckles and takes your hand in his. He kisses your knuckles.

You offer him a soft smile.

The man hums, "perhaps we shall see by feeding them to the slanderers."

You whip your head back, "Cregan."

"A jest... a jest, my lady."

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

im trying to come up with ideas for house of the dragon/game of thrones fics and i have, they're just all robb stark or creagn stark

i don't have a type

leave me alone

[julessworldd]

Modern!Cregan stark x fem!reader

A/N: I was inspired by @valeskafics modern take on Cregan. She was lovely and gave me permission to use him as a hockey player like her fic! Shoutout to bel for getting me obsessed with another Stark man 😘 so inspiration creds to Bel

Warnings: Fluff, shy Cregan, public fingering, fem receiving (it’s at the end so if you don’t want to read that then skip and go to the last part), cussing, Viserys III being a whiny ass yes I made it a warning 😂

I don’t own the characters of asoif or claim to. All characters belong to George R.R. Martin and HBO

You met in college, junior year, psychology class. Cregan had transferred last year to your university because he was getting more playing time here. Your brother was on the hockey team with them. Elijah was a senior and took Cregan under his wing last year. You knew about Cregan, his hockey career, stats because of your brother.

The professor was teaching when the door busted open and Cregan walked in. He was a beautiful mess, his hair was tossed around from the unexpected wind storm. His shirt was sideways, his backpack was about to fall off his shoulders. He was blushing so bad too.

“Thank you for joining us, Mr. Stark” the professor rolled his eyes. Cregan mumbled something but he was looking for a seat. You sat your backpack down silently telling him to sit down.

Class ended and you walked out of the room and down the hall. Cregan watched you and decided to talk to you. He has seen you somewhere and he can’t figure it out. “Y/n, hey can I ask you something?”

“You just did” you deadpanned as you turn around to him

Cregan furrowed his eyebrows making you giggle, “What is it?”

“Uh are you Otter’s sister?” He asked slowly blinking

“Yeah little sister unfortunately” you joked

“Um so will you be at our next game? If you are I was wondering if you maybe wanted to uh go out with me som-time. Only if you want to” Cregan blushed

“Yes I’ll be there. Yes I’ll go out with you”, you smiled up at him

“What wait?! That’s great, I’ll text you later”, He smiled as he walked out

“Where you gonna get it from? Huh?” You giggled making him stop in his tracks walking back to you

“Right.. sorry I’m not really good with people” Cregan blushed.

“It’s okay, I’m not much of a people person either. Here give me your phone” you smirked

———-

You and Creagn decided on a little restaurant on the strip down from campus. It was a little intimate for a first date. Everyone went there and they had really good.

Cregan decided to impress you so he got a spicy bowl of noodles and veggies. You and the waitress looked at each but she smiled and told us she would get it right in.

The food came out soon and you were smiling waiting for Cregan to eat his noodles.

Cregan took a bite and his blue eyes widened as the heat tingled his tongue

“Spicy enough for you?” You smiled

The date went good and he was walking you back home to your apartment you shared with your best friend, Daenerys and her brother, Viserys. And her boyfriend Dario doesn't pay rent but lives there practically. He can cook pretty much everything so you weren’t complaining. Viserys was unlocking the door when you two exited the elevator. He saw you and Cregan and grinned as he shut the door. “Who’s that?” Cregan asked

“Viserys, my best friend’s older annoying brother. Pain in my ass too” You giggled

Cregan looked around the hallway and could tell it was a richer apartment complex, “Uh how do you afford this?”

“Oh Vis and Dany’s dad pays for it.. I didn’t want to live in the dorms after freshman year” you said.

Cregan nodded, “So are you gonna be at the game tomorrow?”

“Yeah I’ll be there” you smiled

—————

Two months had passed you two were getting pretty serious. As it got closer to the your brothers graduation you were worried that Cregan would dump you for someone else for next year. Cregan was in your room as you went to get Dany’s Amazon package at the door. You walked back in sitting on your bed at the bottom corner, Cregan was at the pillows laying on your octopus squishmallow.

“Hey don’t lay on her like that” you jerked it from under him.

“She’s comfortable” Cregan smirked

You sat the squish on the chair that was next to the bed, “Poor thing is misshapen now”

Cregan drugged you up the bed by your arms as he laid on you on his chest, “I’m sorry I’ll shape her back before I leave” Cregan kissed your head.

It was quiet as you laid on Cregan’s chest listening to his heartbeat

“I love you” Cregan blurted out

“I love you too” You smiled at his chest

Suddenly there was a porn graphic moan coming from Viserys’ room making you and Cregan look at each other and laughed

“Did he forget we were here?” Cregan laughed rubbing his hand on your back

“Maybe but he doesn’t care either” You replied

————- it was Elijah’s graduation, you and your younger sister were talking and just catching up as you didn’t go home for spring break. Suddenly she turned her gaze to someone walking down the steps. You followed her gaze to Cregan. Elijah had invited him and you completely forgot about it. Cregan was in a white button up and black slacks and black dress shoes. You were gonna say hi but your father saw him and started talking to him about hockey. Cregan would talk about hockey for hours if you got him on that topic. You sighed and turned back to your sister. Elijah’s graduation ended and your parents were taking everyone out to eat.

You sat down with Cregan finally seeing him today, “Hi baby, you look beautiful as always” Cregan whispered in your ear

“Hi”

“Awh don’t be like that, princess” Cregan sat his hand on your knee rubbing it

“Like what?” You replied looking at the menu

“You’re jealous aren’t you? Jealous that I sat with your dad and talked to him. I am in the right ballpark, princess?” Cregan smirked

“You could’ve said hi first” you sighed

“I’ll remember that next time, now don’t be so stubborn” Cregan’s hand went up your leg more, the dress you chose was riding up as you sat down.

You let a breathe out as he rubbed his hand up and down your leg

You were talking to your sister again completely forgetting about Cregan’s and his rouge hand.. out of instinct you spread your legs open as Cregan reached between your thighs. Cregan smirked as he slowly trailed up your legs and pulled your underwear to the side. Then it hit you how far he was, you turned to look at him but he had his head turned as he talked to your brother and a fellow teammate. His hands still in your panties, he rubbed your clit, making you bite your finger.

He had two fingers in you slowly taking them out and shoving them back in, his hand thumb played with your clit. You knew your tongue would be sore tomorrow from all the bite marks you were giving it. You groaned but covered it up as a cough as he picked up his pace. “You alright, honey?” Your mother asked

“Perfect actually” You reached under the table grabbing his wrist. Cregan looked at you and whispered in your ear, “Liar”

You were almost there but the waitress brought everyone’s food. Cregan took his hand away and rubbed your juices on his napkin with a shit eating grin. After dinner you rode back with Cregan, he was walking you up to your apartment.

“So the year is over, are you gonna dump me for someone else for next year?” You asked but didn’t realize you had said it

“No, I want to be with you as long as you let me. I love you Y/n a lot actually, you still make me nervous. You’re a good girl I like being with you” Cregan brushed a piece of your hair back

“I love you too” you blushed

“I take it, I still make you nervous, don’t I ?” Cregan asked with a gentle smile

“Just a bit” You giggled

Cregan bent down and kissed you holding your back in his hand holding you close to him. You held a hand on his chest as you kissed him back.

“Call me tomorrow, huh?” Cregan squeezed your cheek gently as he smiled

“Yeah” you opened the door, Viserys whined as you hit him with the door not realizing he was there. “You jackass! I told you to quit spying” Dario laughed.

Cregan chuckled, “See ya love”

You blushed as he walked away and you decided to check on Viserys and his possible injuries.. “Let me see,” you sighed, shutting the door. Viserys was holding his cheek, “It’s fine probably will be bruised later”

“Sorry I didn’t mean to hurt the pretty dragon’s face” you joked but honestly felt bad.

“Dragon? What?” Dario asked from his place on the couch

“It’s nothing”

“Nothing my ass.. he calls himself that during his hook ups. It’s his por-“ you said but Viserys threw you over his shoulder walking back down the hallway were your rooms were at



[just-some-random-blogger]

Could I pretty please request a cregan fanfic, where he gets jealous/possessive over the reader? I adore the way you write him! Thank you so much for your time❤️❤️

A/N: this has been in my drafts for a while now. i did a birthday poll and cregan did not win by any means but its my birthday and its storming and im sad and i just want someone to be kind to me. i hope you like this nonnie

Flicker

One could easily say that Lord Cregan Stark was a fair person. He is just and generous with the decisions he makes for his people. But if the matter is with his bride, there is no just or generous, only selfish and greedy; he has no inclination to share.

Cregan Stark x Reader | 1k+ | cw: fem!reader, wife!reader, irrational!cregan lol, fluff?, typos, etc.

Cregan clenches his jaw at the sight of you from across the yard. Not one, but two young lords are hot on your heels. They have not let up tailing you since they've arrived and, what's worse, is that you have been so terribly temperate with them.

The Lord Of Winterfell is beside himself in jealousy, and as the hour grows later, the cloud over him grows darker.

He could not blame those... young lords for acting a moth drawn to flame, in fact, he understood perfectly, but he can blame them for taking up your time. This was a harvest festival after all. How can Lady Stark make her rounds with two shadows weighing her down?

Just as you giggle at whatever nonsense was spoken to you, you turn and find not two faces but one broad back. Cregan grumbles, "boys."

The young lords, with their grins, nod at their liege lord, "Lord Stark."

"I'm sure my wife has enjoyed your company, but, it is nigh time for her to entertain other matters."

You come to your husband's side. He turns to you, seeing your smile's been replaced with raised brows. His own furrow.

"Come now, my lord," one of the two speak, "we were just telling our dear lady the folklo-"

"My dear lady had much else to do," Cregan interrupts, voice louder than necessary. He rolls his shoulders back, and suddenly the great sword on his back is more apparent than it was moment ago.

Though the two knew the Lord was not quick to resort to violence, still, they understood that it was time for them to depart, so they do.

Your face contorts as you watch your husband's nostrils flair after the two leave, his hot breath condensing with the cold air. He turns to you and you expect him to give you a talking to. You are frozen in shock when he merely nods and walks away.

Confusion holds your features, so you follow him. Cregan simply goes back to what he was doing, however, which was speaking to one of the farmers about the colts in his stables.

You are left confused, and honestly hurt by the strange treatment from him. After realizing he did not actually want you around him, you find something else to do. Cregan, though kept constantly preoccupied, keeps a close watch, and he is glad that no one lingers longer than they should this time around.

By the end of the day, when you are home eating supper, there is a tension between you two that only you can feel. Cregan is happily finishing his meal when you call out to him.

He averts his attention from his nearly empty bowl to you, "yes, my love?"

You press your lips together, doubting the otherwise plain way the pet name falls off his lips. You procure the gift you'd ben keeping on your lap the whole dinner, pushing it across the table to your husband.

Cregan's brows quirk at the wrapped object. He unfolds it, finding the gift to be a handful of candies. He turns back with a smile, "sweeties."

You return his smile with a softer one, "your favorite."

He pushes the sweets to the middle of the table, "dessert."

You turn to your bowl; you've only eaten half of your food, but your appetite was no longer present. Your husband takes a sweetie, then pushes it closer to you, urging you to take one. So, you do, popping it in your mouth.

"Thank you, love."

You release a breath, finally finding it in you to relax upon receiving the expression you did, "I take it you are no longer cross with me."

"Cross?" his brows knit, "whoever said such a lie?"

You raise your brows, "you ignored me the whole time after telling off Lord Caplan and Derby."

Cregan clears his throat, straightening up in his chair, "aye, I told them off, but I was not ignoring you. I told you I would be preoccupied greatly today."

You deflate "... Yes," you look around aimlessly, "you did."

Cregan's face hardens. He sighs, pushing his chair back, "come to me."

You stare at him for a moment. Part of you wishes to be difficult but you decide to slowly come over to him. Once you were within arm's reach, he scoops you into him and seals you against his chest.

You instinctively adjust atop him, arm coming around his shoulders while his own circle around your torso. He presses a few kisses on your neck before you lean into him. He rubs your sides, "forgive me if it appeared so, my heart."

You turn to him, frowning, "it did appear so, my lord."

Cregan's brows quirk. My lord? What horror. What pain. He frowns back, eager to set things straight, "how might I make it up to you?"

You ghost your fingertips down his cheek, examining his distraught expression. You lean your forehead against his, "I don't know."

Cregan tightens his hold on you, sighing out, "please. I do not wish to be your lord."

The faintest of chuckles slip past your lips, "mmm, but you are my lord, Lord Stark."

His one hand squeezes your thigh, "do not insult me so cruelly, my love."

You giggle under your breath and cup his cheeks.

Cregan relaxes slightly, but he still urges you with his eyes.

"Very well," you hum, "first, you must confess... were you jealous of the two lords?"

"Yes," he admits unabashedly quick.

You are taken off guard by it. You knit your brows and tilt your head, "w h y ?"

"Why?" he tilts his head the other way, "my person smiles at another. Need I say more?"

You raise a brow in disbelief of his explanation.

Cregan nuzzles against you neck, "I cannot help my feelings. Do not hold it so bitterly against me."

You chuckle and clutch the back of his head, leaning your cheek on him, "now... my dear—"

He perks, pulling away to look at you.

"—why ever would I do such a thing?"

Cregan grins, then peppers kisses across your jaw, "my thoughts exactly."

You push him away, gaining his full attention again, "but there is another thing you must do, silly pup."

His nostrils flare. It is not his favorite pet name, but he'd rather that than my lord. "Name it."

You trace his nose before tapping the tip, "take me to bed."

You yelp at the immediate reaction, as does the chair that crashes behind your husband when he jolts to his feet to carry you back into your quarters.