#crispin cole

[orgxnas]

Crispin: and where were you when the Prince was murdered?

Ser Arryk: not fucking the Queen that’s where

[carebooks]

crispin cole parading around a dragon head to the common people, attempting to show them the Greens victory and the Black’s defeat (yet both sides suffered great losses) only to end up with the common folk disgusted, scared, and slowly realizing that if these kings and queens that they bow down to with their dragons can be slain like any other animal, why should they bow? this is exactly what leads to the mob of kings landing sacking the dragon pit and killing the remaining dragons there

all because crispin cole doesn’t know a thing about a war fought with dragons.

[annamarielabeau]

Team Green - House of the Dragon Season Two

“Worse, I’m rational” is by far one of my favorite quotes of season two!!

[daemon-is-perfectly-unhinged]

Cole, to Jon: Should I get you a step stool so you can look me in the eye when you threaten me?

[mydairpercabeth]

like stop banging you boss for five seconds and DO YOUR JOB CRISPIN

[thestoryden]

Sworn to Protect

Platonic!Criston Cole x Crushing!Reader

Warning: Fainting, Disrobing, Overheating

Word Count: 1.6k

HOTD MASTERLIST

A/N: This has minimal editing, because I am tired of Criston Cole's bullshit. Happy Reading!

You peek from behind the stone corner as Otto Hightower guides Rhaenyra through the process of choosing a new Kingsguard. You watch what little you can see of your sister’s face as she scans the knights. You want to peer over the balcony wall to see too. You step out of the shadows only to be spotted by Otto. He shoots you a disapproving look and waves you away with his hand.

You scurry off back to your lesson in the library where your very irritated tutor, Edmund, stands waiting.

“And where have you been, little princess?” he questions.

You smile sheepishly, “I wanted to see the knights.”

“Concerning oneself with political matters before you have studied the histories will do you no good. Now if it pleases you, would you be so kind as to sit back down for your lesson.”

You slump in to your chair. If a mere tutor could best you in an argument there was no point in playing political games. The lesson carries on for some time and by the end of it your brain feels like mush.

“Edmund, can we-?”

Before the word stop ever leaves your mouth your tutor is waving you off.

“Yes, yes, go run about the castle as you please.”

You abandon your books and make a mad dash for the door before he can change his mind. Making your way down to the bustling kitchen where cooks are running to and fro with ease you scan the crowded space for your only reliable source of information. You catch sight of the person you want to speak to, Lana, she is a thin willowy girl with a plain face and gold hair. She is bringing in a set of kitchen linens.

“Fresh towels!” She calls out.

As if she had rung a dinner bell a group of young serving boys swarm her and grab at the towels and start trading them out for the old ones. By the time she has noticed you her basket is filled with old towels. She lifts her basket on to her side and heads your way.

“Lana, I have a –?” You are cut short.

“Princess, walk with me.” She directs you to her side.

You attempt to match her pace, but her stride is long and hurried.

“I want to see the new Kingsguard.” You state.

She rolls her eyes, “You are always getting in to some kind of trouble.”

“So,” You say with a drawn-out pause, “Can tell me where I might catch a glimpse of him?”

 Lana smirks and drops in to a sarcastic tone, “Oh, why of course, you can see him at the ceremony tonight when he is sworn in officially to the guard.”

You drop your shoulders and put on your best whine, “But, Lanaaaaaa.”

“But, nothing, now run along, if you don’t there will be no table napkins or food at this ceremony.” She demands.

The rest of your day did not go as you had hoped despite asking everyone who you thought might share a word about the Kingsguard, you came up empty handed. You had trudged back to your apartments defeated and bored, only to find an absolutely pissed set of servants. The next hour was filled with them scrubbing you clean and complaining about how they had far less time than needed to make you ready for the ceremony. Once you had been detailed to perfection, they sent you on your way to the throne room to watch the ceremony.

You slip in through a side door. Courtiers are still milling about though mostly everything is set up. You make your way up to Rhaenyra and stand at her side. She squeezes your hand reaffirming your place by her side.

“I made the best pick I could for you.” She whispers.

You question quietly, “For me?”

Rhaenyra does not answer you, but instead straightens up as the room is stiffens with the presence of the king. The ceremony begins with a long speech that could sleep through. When the new Kingsguard is announce and the doors swing wide open for him.

When he walks into the throne room you are stunned. He has loose dark curls and dark eyes, he does not hide his pride at being selected for the position. He kneels to swear his oath and when his voice repeats the lines of the vow you feel like your chest might explode. He rises, a knight of the Kingsguard and your sworn protector. The court cheers as the ceremony comes to a close and they are ushered into the feast room. You feel your knees buckle and the room begins to spin.

He extends his hand out to you, “I am Ser Criston Cole, I am to be your-”

My sworn protector. The words rattle around in your brain and you can hardly breathe. You squeeze your eyes shut, praying the swirling sensation will go away. You find yourself on the floor.

“Princess, are you alright?” His warm deep voice washes over you.

You can feel his arms slip under you as he supports your body with his own. His metal armor feels cool to the touch.

You pant, “It- it- is just so hot.”

You try to get a hold of your dress closure, but it is no use. Your fingers feel like putty.

“Do not worry, we will find you a maester.” He comforts.

Your voice falters, “No, please, just cut it off.”

You try to catch your breath, but your throat feels like coarse sand.

You here the metal of his blade sings as he unsheathes the dagger at his waist. He makes quick work of your dress and the layered underskirts. After he is finished, all that is left Is you drawers and chemise. The cool air hits your body and the relief instant. You open your eyes to see Criston is looking away, his face burnt with embarrassment.

“May I escort you back to your apartments, where your servants can remedy this situation?” He asks in a weak voice. 

“Yes, I will lead you there.” You reply.

He unclips his white cloak, wraps it around you, and picks up the scraps of your gown. You trudge back to your apartments light headed, Criston following behind you. All the courtiers we busy at the feast. You realize too late that the servants have gone from your rooms as extra hands down at the feast. You realize that you are completely alone with him.

“I can see myself to bed, why don’t you head down stairs?” Your voice comes out quite and unsteady, “You are the whole reason they are having a feast to begin with.”

Criston dumps the pile of fabric remains on the floor.

“If that is all you need, I can leave, but would you fulfill one simple request?” He asks.

You nod as you unwrap his cloak. His face still has streaks of crimson across his cheeks.

“Would you clip my cloak back on?”

He turns his back and guides you through attaching the white cloak. Once you are done he thanks you and helps you in to bed. He walks to the door only to stop for a moment and look back at you.

“I’ll send up someone to check on you.” He says.

You draw in a sharp breath, “Ser Criston, it is best they did not know I was alone with someone.”

“Of course, I had not thought of it.” He falters, “Forgive me, Princess.”

He closes the door behind him and you attempt to sleep.

The morning starts excruciatingly slow, wash, dresses, finery, breakfast, and lessons. Everything is boorish and dull. Until the midday meal where you can finally slip out. You head to the training grounds in hopes of catching a glimpse of Ser Criston.

Surely enough, you find him among the knights training. It is the first time you see him without his bulky armor on. His open shirt shows off a bit of his chest. He is muscular with an angular face, but you think of the concern he expressed for you last night in the thrown room. He has a sadness he carries with him that makes him almost seem soft.

Your wondering is cut short when you notice he has spotted you. His dark eye locking on to you. You stiffen and pretend that you were looking at the ground. Your wandering thoughts had left you vulnerable with nothing to hide behind. Soon his shadow is blocking out the midday sun. You pretend not to notice, digging the toe of your shoe in to the ground.

“Princess, what are you doing here?” His voice comes out dark and stern.

“I-I-was just about to leave.” You mutter, “The flowers looked so pretty.”

Criston looks down at the weed you have crumpled up in your attempt to hide your true intentions.

“I would not call the weeds in the mud flower by any right.” He queries, “Perhaps, you would like to take your lunch in the gardens, instead of at the training grounds.”

You look up at his face, his brow is furrowed in concern.

“You are right Ser Criston. I am sure my attendants are sooo stressed at my absence.” The sarcasm rolls off your tongue, “because the whereabouts of the second born are horrendously import.”  

His face softens, “They are important to me.”

You freeze, “What did you just say?”

“Where you are, if you are safe, that is important to me.” He repeats.

Your face reddens.

“Oh,” your voice comes out in a fragile whisper, “I hadn’t realized.”

[daenerystargaryensgirlfriend]

"The white cloack is a simbol of our purity, our fidelity" I'M DYING RN WHAT??? FIDELITY??? YOU???

"Kingsguard are a sacrest trust" trust on whattt??? name me one time you've done your job correctly i dare you.

[punchitmrsulu]

So, is Crispin gonna ask Alicent to give up her entire life to sell cinnamon and oranges with him and then go ballistic when she says “no” as well?

[nicetoseesofttotouch]

"Where is duty, where is sacrifice?"

"I have to believe, that in the end, honor and decency will prevail."

[scentedmiracleobject]

I love this shot from ep 3 😁

That transition was so smooth. It was almost like Crispin Cole was looking at the twins he doomed

[dolorequiem]

Real pic of Crispin and Aegon from season 2

[imbadwithprofilenames]

Great episode, no immediate complaints come to mine, except why the duck didn't the guards let the dragonseeds out, and also Ulf claiming Silverwing seemed too easy.

Jace is being a little selfish but I'm glad he's getting some character depth finally. I get where he's coming from but you'd rather you all get killed? Also he does not like Mysaria. Maybe he clocked them.

Lord Oscar Tully you are now in my top 5. Fucking slay dude. He was like fuck you, love your wife tho.

I was disappointed at the lack of Rhaena. Actually I've been disappointed with the Lack of Rhaena, Baela and Jace for the whole season.

Also omg my babygirl was in the promo for two milliseconds. He is slaying as always (slaying Crispin but who cares)

Honestly he won't even try probably. Crispy will just give some depressing speech and he'll be like ugh fine and they'll have a deep conversation.

Please for the love of god no Helaemond or whatever. I'm begging you leave Helaena alone.

[medusas-daughter]

Crispin really said "that pussy so good I can't help myself" to Gwayne about his sister like man have some decorum and then finished with "hey I know I'm the one leading yall to battle and all but I think it'd be neat if we all die don't you? I think it'd be best actually like I think I'm gonna make that my life's mission" Gwayne is a better man than me I'd have killed that fool right then and there

[daemon-is-perfectly-unhinged]

Cole: I don't think we've been introduced. I'm Ser Criston Cole.

Jon: I don't care.