#cregan fancast

[lya-dustin]

I love seeing 30+ year old fancasts for Cregan Stark and knowing he is 20 in the books.

To me he looks like Jack Rowan (who played Bonnie Gold in Peaky blinders)

[lunallaa]

Why do some people refuse to accept Tom Taylor as Cregan Stark and keep using that fuckass fancast (lighthearted)

[iydiamartinx]

HOTD MOODBOARD

(Alysanne Blackwood)

fancast: kate beckinsale

[prettymuchteddy]

I know I already did my fancast for the Starks in my fic “The Madness of Dragons” but now I can’t stop thinking of them as the Starks 😭

Remy Hii as Cregan Stark

Maria Zhang as Sara Snow

Like Remy has that loner leader vibe while still being charismatic and Maria has a kindness to her while still maintaining a silent strength

[fairysluna]

how am i supposed to not be a whore for this man when he looks like this??? byE

[tinumiel]

The Tale of Lara Dorren and Cregennan of Lod.

"...Cregennan of Lod and Lara Dorren aep Shiadhal, the legendary lovers, torn apart and destroyed by the time of contempt. He was a sorcerer and she was an elf. [...] What might have been the beginning of reconciliation was transformed into tragedy"

—Andrzej Sapkowski, The Time of Contempt.

[ Gaia Weiss as Lara Dorren ] [ Arnas Federavičius as Cregennan of Lod ]

[barbswo]

❝ Half of Cregan’s wild hair was piled into a braid at the back of his head, exposing the scars that stretched from the corner of his left brow all the way up to his skull. The rest of his hair spilled around his naked shoulders, littered with smaller braids and metal beads that hit Cregan’s neck every time he made a quick move. ❞

➴ Luke Evans as Cregan Stark

Excerpt from “Tides”

-l_t_m-

[stark-head]

Just started watching the last kingdom and I get the hype over this man😔‼️‼️

I’m currently gnawing over the phone because of this photo

[ghostinharrenhal]

He knew nothing of his mother; Eddard Stark would not talk of her. Yet he dreamed of her at times, so often that he could almost see her face. In his dreams, she was beautiful and highborn and her eyes were kind. - Jon III, A Game of Thrones

The boy absorbed that all in silence. He had the Stark face, if not the name: long, solemn, guarded, a face that gave nothing away. Whoever his mother had been, she left little of herself in her son. - Tyrion II, A Game of Thrones

[0ynes]

my Harry Gilby as Cregan Stark agenda

edit: I know he would be the perfect Jon Snow, but we lost that chance. T-T I can still get him as Cregan or any other character at this point. I just want Harry in ASOIAF.

[shaylilim]

"Huele a humo de leña, no a flores"

[misguidedasgardian]

Lord please bring Rey's father aka Billy Howle as Cregan Stark

They is certainly a choice! I do see him with a beard (I don’t know why it had to have a beard 😂) Cregan Stark is on the young side and I can see the appeal

I do appreciate the “icing blue eyes” 😍😍

[jaimeslanisters]

So this is completely random but I picture Lady Lannister to look something like Anya Taylor Joy circa the 2018 met gala and Cerelle as Holliday Grainger when she played Lucrecia Borgia. Do you have any fancasts?

i literally love anya taylor joy with my entire heart (she’s my twitter pfp) and i wholeheartedly support that fancast!!

i don’t have one for lady lannister since she’s a reader insert but in my head, she’s the mirror image of her mother - the legend herself, johanna lannister. i do have fancasts for cerelle and tyshara tho!

i see cerelle as saoirse ronan, specifically this pic where she dressed up as cersei for halloween

tyshara, the golden beauty, is elle fanning from the great

they’re like pure lannister, complete copies of jason from their hair color down to their jawlines imo. they’re also like the different sides of jason - cerelle is the lord lannister side while tyshara is the charming pretty boy

bonus: i know everyone fancasts harry gilby as cregan but slap a blonde wig on him and he’s daeron imo

he has that sort of sweet, eager to please younger brother vibes that daeron has going on

[prettymuchteddy]

The Wolves of House Stark in my fic

During the Dance of the Dragons, Lord Cregan Stark led House Stark. Known as the Wolf of the North, Lord Cregan was young but his intimidating and stern nature made him seem older. From his first marriage, Lord Stark had a son, Jonnel Stark, who was still a child in the war.

Aside from them, there was another Stark, not in name but in blood, Sara Snow. As the only daughter of the previous Lord Rickon Stark, she was doted on by her father and older brother, Cregan. While she was more friendly and polite than her half-brother, Sara was as much of a wolf as Lord Stark.

The Wolf Siblings before and during the Dance of the Dragons

[fairysluna]

this is just for funsies (and bc im curious about it too), if u have to choose between these two fine men to play Cregan Stark, who would you pick?

(Arnas Fedaravicius) ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(Leo Suter)

[entitled-fangirl]

Stubborn man.

Cregan Stark x wife!reader

Summary: Cregan returns from a hunt, eager to see his wife. But he's hiding something from her.

Warnings: blood, making out, pain, talks about sex, I think that's it?

A/n: Based on an ask!!! Also... I need more Tom Taylor gifs RIGHT NOW or I'll cry. So fancast Cregan might make a comeback in the gifs

Masterlist

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She felt herself flinch when strong hands gripped her waist from behind and a kiss was placed on the back of her neck. 

"Did you miss me, my heart?" A deep voice whispered in her ear.

She relaxed at the sound, her body instinctively giving in to the hands that held her, "Quite terribly."

He grinned and playfully nipped at her ear, "Good, because I have as well."

She spun in his hold, now facing him. She ran her hands over his clothed chest and fiddled with his cloak, "The hunt was successful, I assume?"

"Three elks and a boar," he said with a hint of pride, "Should last Winterfell a while enough."

"You're very brave, my lord," she smiled with a teasing tone. "Facing a boar is quite a formidable task."

"Aye," he agrees. "But so is facing the Warden of the North, wouldn't you agree?"

"You're right," She said as he tugged on his cloak to pull his face closer to hers. "The boar didn't stand a chance."

A confident aura overcame the lord and he leaned further down and connected their lips.

She let out a soft groan, savoring the feeling of him after such a long absence.

His arms moved up and around her back to pull her to him.

Her chest collided with his and only then did Cregan falter.

She pulled away, disconnecting their lips as she gave him a small frown. "Cregan?"

His breath had quickened and his face paled, but he was eagerly changing the subject, "I've only missed you is all." He leaned in again.

As his lips brushed hers, she pulled away again as her worry doubled, "Stop. Stop doing that."

"Doing what?"

"Something is clearly bothering you," she pointed out. "Tell me."

His hands wandered up to her biceps, gripping her earnestly, as if trying to convince her, "I am just fine. I only wish to spend time with my wife. Is that a crime?"

"You and I both know it's not, but there's something you're not telling me."

They stared at one another, seeing who would break first. Finally, he did with a sigh. "It is nothing, I assure you."

"You're sure?" She asked in worry.

"I am." 

She stared at him for a while before nodding, deciding to believe him. "Very well. I dare say I would enjoy some time with my lord husband as well."

He grinned, "I can arrange that." 

She leaned forward and met his lips, hands beginning to wander. 

He led her backwards to the bed, careful to not lead her astray. She blindly let him, too caught him in his touch to care where he took her.

She fell onto the bed and Cregan leaned down and began to kiss down her clothed stomach.

"Will you let me indulge in what I've missed?" He asked softly.

She let out a breath at his admission. 

Watching her reaction closely, he pulled the skirt of her dress up.

As his fingers grazed her bare thigh, she moaned out, "I don't think I can wait. I need you."

He chuckled, "So eager for me."

She sat up to entice him to loom over her, but she noticed that the color still hadn't returned to his cheeks. "Are you cold?"

He frowned, clearly confused at the question, "What? No."

"You're pale. Cregan, please." She reached under his cloak to his chest. 

He reached out to grip her wrists, but it was too late.

Her hands pulled back with red staining her palms. Her eyes widened in horror. "W…What-"

"-Look at me." He grabbed her face with both hands. "I am fine."

"You're hardly-"

His eyes showed the purely determined tone to his voice, "I am fine."

Her breath began to become shorter and her voice softened, "You… you've seen the maester?"

"I don't need the maester. I just need you," he said as he leaned in again.

She turned her head as she denied his wishes. "You're injured."

He sighed and pulled away from her. "It… it is just a scratch."

She stared down at her hands that now had his blood on them. Her fingers were shaky, and her voice was soft, "…you're injured."

He panicked when she began to only repeat her worry. "Dear wife-"

She stood and smoothed her dress out in a rush, "I'll get the maester."

He reached out and grabbed her wrist. His face twisted in a wince when the movement caused pain to shoot through his body.

She paused. "Cregan."

He forced himself to overcome the pain. Determination ran through his eyes as he looked up at her. "I. Am Fine."

She looked at his hand on her wrist, then back to him. "Even wolves show weakness on occasion."

It was clear that he took her words to heart because his eyes softened and his grip on her loosened. 

She slowly pulled her hand away and moved to the cabinet, pulling out bandages and cloths

Cregan watched in silence.

She set them onto the bed softly before leaving the room. She returned with a small basin of water. "Undress."

His head tilted. "Alright."

He pulled his cloak off, and only then did she notice how badly he was injured. 

His tunic was soaked in blood across his chest. 

It felt as if she had been dunked in cold water. Panic settled into her gut.

Cregan reached down to the bottom of the tunic, beginning to slowly peel it away from the injury. It clearly hurt him. His jaw was clenched to the point she worried for his teeth.

"Let me," she offered, pulling it the rest of the way off of him and throwing it to the side. 

A long cut ran down his chest, blood staining his skin. Cregan didn't bother to look at it. He kept his eyes on her and her alone.

She forced him to sit on the bed and sat down as well, reaching down to the cut. Her fingers grazed it lightly, earning a hiss from him. "Sorry," she whispered.

He shook his head as he studied her face, "'s fine."

"Get comfortable, my love," she finally forced.

He grunted in acknowledgement and pushed himself against the headboard.

She stood and grabbed the basin, setting it on the nightstand. The woman got up on the bed, throwing her leg over him to straddle him. 

If he wasn't in such pain, the night would've went much differently.

She leaned over and wet a cloth, beginning to gently run it over the cut to clean it. 

Cregan rested his head back against the headboard. His gaze stayed on her face.

"I don't understand why you didn't say something sooner," she whispered as she focused on healing her husband.

His eyes moved down to her lips, "I've had worse."

"How did it happen?" She pressed down unintentionally, and he hissed again. She muttered an apology.

"The boar," was all he said. He tried to read her expression, but it was hard when she wasn't looking at him. One of his hands moved to her waist.

"Did you face it yourself?" She asked incredulously.

"It caught us off guard is all."

She hummed as she grabbed a new cloth and continued to clean him with gentle hands.

His thumb rubbed across her waist comfortingly. "You're angry."

"Not angry," she sighed. "Only worried." Once the cut was clean, she began to slowly rub the cloth across his shoulders and up his neck, cleaning the dirt from the rest of him. 

The feeling made him close his eyes, "I do hope you'll forgive me then."

She shook her head, "You haven't asked for it yet."

He reached up with his free hand and stopped her motions. "Forgive me." His eyes studied her intensely, his voice serious.

She finally let out a sigh and a hint of a smile came to her. "You're a foolish man."

"I am," he admitted.

She took the cloth with one hand and held his chin with the other, cleaning the dirt off of his face. Their proximity brought a soft blush to her cheeks. "I don't know what I would do without you."

His eyes moved to her lips again and he began to slowly lean in. "You don't have to."

"Promise me something," she whispered.

He nodded, "Anything."

"You'll not put your health aside to appear strong to me."

"I am the Warden of the North-"

She leaned away and held his chin in a tight grip. "Not here. You're my husband, Cregan."

A little grin came across his lips. "I promise."

She leaned forward and connected their lips. 

His hands found her waist, holding her in a vice grip as he pulled her as close as possible. She was careful to avoid the cut on his chest as her hands wandered over him. 

He pulled away and began to trail kisses down her neck, "I'm a blessed man."

She let out a content hum. "Are you? You have a gash in your chest. I hardly see-"

"-I have you." His teeth nipped at a sensitive spot, soothing it with his tongue. 

Her eyes began to close in bliss as she gave in to his touch. She caught herself, and forced her eyes open. "I haven't finished bandaging you."

He continued his movements, "You'll have time later."

"If you want anything from me, you must let me finish, you stubborn man."

He pulled away at that to look up and her. "Fierce girl."

She grinned and reached over to the bandages she had gathered. She wrapped them around him, "I forgive you."

His large hand came up to grab her jaw gently and force her to look him in the eye. "I will not take it for granted. Thank you."

"Do this again and I'll gut you myself."

A chuckle came from his throat. "I have no doubts of that." He pulled her face to his and his voice lowered, "I'll have to be extra cautious, won't I?"

"Or perhaps… don't leave at all," her soft voice suggested.

"Oh, my girl," he grinned. "When you finish this bandage, we are not leaving this room for a long while."

A bright red hue came to her cheeks.

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