#rickon the wild

[vhagarslasttargyrider]

CASTING— STARKS

part 3

castings & masterlist | cleganes pt 1

BRAN STARK played by ISAAC HEMPSTEAD WRIGHT

The second son to Eddard and Catelyn Stark, The Three Eyed Raven, and The Winged Wolf.

RICKON STARK played by ART PARKINSON

The third son to Eddard and Catelyn Stark, Rickon the Wild, and The Blackwolf.

JON SNOW played by KIT HARRINGTON

The bastard son of Eddard Stark, The Bastard of Winterfell, and The White Wolf.

[fromtheseventhhell]

The first mention of Arya in the story being "Arya is already in love" is so important and precious to me

[nymerias-heart]

A Dream of Spring Headcanon

You have a wildness in you, Rickon. 'The wolf blood,' grandfather used to call it. Aunt Lyanna had a touch of it, and Uncle Brandon more than a touch. It brought them both to an early grave. Father said I inherited it too and so have you.

"Let me tell you something about wolves, brother. When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives. Summer is the time for squabbles. In winter, we must protect one another, keep each other warm, share our strengths. So if you must hate, Rickon, hate those who would truly do us harm.

"First lesson," Arya said. "Stick them with the pointy end."

I would really love it if Arya used all the lessons she was taught in AGOT to help Rickon out in the future. I think he will have the hardest time fitting in with the family. They will all have changed but he was so young when they all saw him last and it’s been years since he saw them and he may not even remember them fully either.

[hyacinths-bridgerton]

Robb: If you got arrested, what would be the charges?

Sansa: Theft

Bran: Disturbing the peace

Jon: Aggravated assault

Arya: Arson

Rickon: All of the above. In that order, probably.

[winterreigned]

@mvndrvke asked: “You didn’t deserve that. Nobody deserves that.” rickon

𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓼𝓲𝓫𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓰𝓻𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓼𝓸 𝓯𝓪𝓼𝓽, and she was not there to bare witness to it. the last time sansa saw her youngest brother, he was a mere pup, now this stark has evolved to a wolf. they often say children grow in the blink of an eye, though she was not even present to blink herself. the years were stripped of them, the time to bond and create a dynamic of their own given to the hands of captors, enemies and traitors. she hardly knows the young man before her, and cannot deny the twisting in her chest when grappling with this fact.

most of all, the challenge she faces, is acknowledging young rickon to be more than that. he is no longer bran's shadow, no longer attached to their mother's waist. there is no being asked to look over the baby, to fuss and care for. now, here he is, providing the comfort she, as eldest sister, should be offering him.

❝ those are burdens you need not bare. ❞ sansa replies, a soft expression on her face. he is a man now, though she struggles with this. she cannot baby him, he has experienced his own bout with hardship, yet all the same the instinct to protect and care does not vanish like the years lost between them. [ i look at you, brother, and my heart bursts. i look to you and i see robb, i see our mother. tully blue eyes, auburn locks. you are a spitting image to me, and i cannot bare it. it reminds me of what we have lost, what we could have had. yet, all the same, it provides me a deep comfort. we are home, we are together, we will reclaim what has been lost for our family once more. ]

❝ you must forgive me, rickon, for this is all bittersweet. i mourn for the time lost, and celebrate all at once. for so long i grieved you, and now here we are, and you're a man - ❞ there's a rarely delicate smile to grace the now stoic fixture that is sansa stark's face. she cuts herself off briefly, deciding for a better path to arrive on. ❝ mother and father would be proud. ❞

[mvndrvke]

headcanons. the stew pack

personals and non-mutuals, please do not reblog

rickon decides to adopt ramsay's hounds after his death. he wanted to give them a better chance, to let them turn from killers serving a violent master to creatures shown respect and love. he works hard to rehabilitate them with the help of shaggy dog, who takes the hounds on like a pack of his own.

thus, they became the stew pack. rickon obviously picks silly names-- see: shaggy dog-- and the stew pack is no different. he names the hounds after ingredients in stew, ultimately calling them the following :

carrot : "carrie"

potato : "tato"

onion : "yun"

celery : "ree"

oxtail : "ox"

rickon loves these hounds. their loyalty is difficult to win, but once it is, there's nothing they wouldn't do for him. during the long night, the stew pack remains in the catacombs with sansa while rickon and shaggy dog fight. all of them survive.

they are given a certain level of freedom around winterfell. rickon refuses to put them in cages again. they all usually sleep in his room along with shaggy dog or in front of the hearth in the main hall, but are otherwise outdoor dogs. they are protectors of their own of the castle, and accompany shaggy dog whenever he roams beyond the walls without rickon. they are fairly well behaved, though the only ones they will always obey are rickon, shaggy dog, and sansa.

[imaginarianisms]

1 day i will make a meta of sansa's dynamic with her metaphorical champions/suitors & how that correlates to the ashford theory (i.e sansa being betrothed to joffrey baratheon, then promised to willas tyrell, then being married to tyrion lannister, then being married to harry hardying then married to aegon vi targaryen & aurane velaryon but it is not this day. lmao. when i make that meta it'll be so over for y'all.

[ladystoneboobs]

maybe this is me having an incorrect understanding of the word 'close' wrt siblings but i think certain people in this fandom confuse closeness with getting along when it comes to sansa. with jon it means their not being that close is seen as her disliking him while with arya their inablity to get along most of the time means they do not care about each other and we should disregard the relationship between two of the siblings who spent the most time together (even if not by choice). and one of the relationships we should be focused on instead as being closer and more meaningful is arya and...rickon? i'm sure everyone got along ok with rickon, but c'mon he was 3 when he last saw them. y'all really love to go on about respecting canon sibling specialness when you have to make up fanon quotes for arya/rickon. just seems a bit hypocritical to me.

number of times arya thinks of rickon

and every single one of those is an 'and rickon' listing him with other brothers, not one individual thought about him alone, much less memories of any canon interactions between them.

number of times arya thinks of sansa by name (even de-checking agot to exclude their actual interactions)

over twice as many times! that's not even counting when we know she's thinking of sansa without using her name, like calling her the girl she used to know who loved lemon cakes. and actually, most of these are just about sansa, not all the siblings. (sure not always positive thoughts about sansa, but arya is thinking about her specifically a lot.) by my count, only 9/32 or 1/4 mention sansa along with a brother or brothers missed.

poor rickon, even bran hardly thinks of him once they part. and one time when he does he thinks of osha first and another time he's mentioned only so bran can think he's not a baby like rickon.

[girl4pay]

jon snow already has a wolf so give that kid a toddler who also has a wolf yk

[ironlamb]

DAENYA MAKES AN AFFRONTED NOISE AS SHE SHOVES AT HIS SHOULDER . " i hardly believe that !" she huffs lightly , giving him a playful glare that truly has no heat . her chin raises as she adds , " your soul is soft and sweet . we both know this ." she tilts her head before giving him a second shove to say , " but if we are speaking of rough and calloused perhaps your feet would apply there !" she puts her hands on her hips to arch a brow and primly say , " you are taking advantage of my kindness now . i am revoking it ." daenya can't help but brighten at the offer of his pinkie , at the broadness of his grin . she beams as she wraps her pinkie around his own , as she leans in . she swings gently the link between them , their joint hands swaying with it . " i'm gladdened to hear it ." daeny's eyes twinkle with fondness . she allows her brows to arch to to say , " whatever would i do if this got out ?" daenya knows now that she would do nothing . that perhaps even if the world knew of this bond between them it would not break . that rickon perhaps won't be swayed by one of her more mature , more charismatic siblings . that he perhaps won't even be stolen by ladies like her cousin , or whomever else might come after . she wanted to tuck what they had close to protect it . to keep it . but perhaps it does not need to be protected anymore . perhaps it'll be hers no matter who knows of it . " oi !" daenya makes a sound of offense at the jest , eyes twinkling even as she huffs , " i am still growing !" she is not , in all likelihood . still it is nice to imagine . " soon i will be taller than jaehaerys ! then you will see ." the words are accompanied by a pout that is only skin deep , and it falls away as she shrugs to say , " and if you enjoy to roam that is no matter as i cling in my sleep , so perhaps i will chain you down ." a decisive nod before she is blinking at his question . her brows arch before she lifts their joint hands pointedly , turning to tilt her head where her cheek rests on his shoulder . " am i not to touch you ? you can say ." she blinks at his surprise , moving to pull back enough to meet his eyes to say , " like we agreed ! at my mother's banquet !" it feels like so long ago now . it was before she had even known that xaerys had died . before any of it . " we said we'd choose a meeting spot just for us ." daeny gives his hand a squeeze . " do you remember ?"

-

the step he takes forward is a surprise . the hands on her cheeks is the next one . daeny has to blink with it all , startled despite being the one who asked , caught off guard despite being the provoker . must I say it ? daeny finds her lips parting in surprise . they are quickly taken . daeny has one moment to expect it . a moment to see how his eyes flick down south to her mouth . to feel the warmth of his hands on her cheeks . to notice the closing proximity . to stop it . and yet she doesn't . and yet she allows his lips to brush against hers with a hitch of surprised breath . and yet she allows herself to be pulled closer and closer still , malleable and flushed warm as she allows rickon to kiss her . rickon is kissing her . his lips warm where they're against her own . his hands drawing her closer . it is somehow dizzying , somehow unexpected , and yet —  just as daeny finds herself easing into it , as she finds her lips parting under his , he is gone . she finds herself blinking hard in the absence . the shock in her own eyes is mirrored by the panic in his . daeny finds him spitting out words faster than she can strictly process them . her head shakes between one stuttered sentence and the next . " i — " another shake of her head as she watches him step away , as she moves instinctually to fist a hand in his shirt and keep him there . she looks at him with quickly furrowing brows , her mouth opening and closing before it can fully form words . " you are apologizing ?" daenya's cheeks are dizzyingly hot . her lips are too , from when his own were against hers . her head shakes again . " there is nothing to forgive you for , i was — " she cheeks seem to only get hotter . " i was going to offer anyways ." and yet daeny is quite sure the offer would not have played out quite like that . her ears are warm . " it is not as if you have done something i would not have permitted otherwise ." her gaze shifts away from his for a moment , cheeks still burning as she honestly adds , " i simply thought you did not wish to ." a beat before her eyes are moving to meet his again , her brows pulled down as she gives him a shove that is light even as she firmly says , " because you did not even wish for me to play with your hair !" her bewilderment only grows . " and yet to kiss me is quite fine ?"

"I think I am rather tough, actually. Your insults made my soul all rough and calloused. Nothing gets through --" it was far from truth, they both knew as much. But he took pleasure in messing with her anyway, and in allowing her moments to tease him, to sharpen her wits against the whetstone of his own mind. "Aye, but you could treat me better still. My feet are rather sore, perhaps...a massage?" he would sooner die than allow such a thing, but he had wanted to see her eyes widen, to feel her push against his shoulder once more. The twinkle in her eyes reflects in his own, his pupils widening at the sight as his hands relax within the movements of her fingers. He is leaned in, grin cut deep into his cheeks as he anticipates the words which leave his heart swelling with something undefined. He wishes to stay serious, in the face of their play, but he cannot, not truly. He'd felt so very pleased, so very happy with himself -- with this moment, with these words. "I see--" is spoken through lifted brows and he will lift up his pinky before her as a promise, and whisper. "Your secret is safe with me." But his mind does not quite let it go, instead he basks in something he was sure he had already known. And yet, it felt good to hear. It felt good to be certain. What had perhaps felt even better was her eagerness, her true and genuine want to keep him close. He'd relished it thoroughly and it made him feel less alone in his own wants. "Alright." he will repeat after her, and a laugh will escape him as he looks over the bed, scratching the back of his head in thought. "A luxury of a choice, huh? I fear I spread pretty wide while I sleep, yet it is most fortunate you are pocket sized and need but a corner to yourself. So, which corner will it be?." Rickon could not care less which side to sleep on, and a nervous laugh does escape him at what she casually says next. "Were else would you keep your hands, Dae?" 'We will have a place of our own after all. It only makes sense that they should too.' His brows rise in surprise, and he will look over as she leans against him once more, fingers squeezing gently between hers. "A place of our own?"

-

His name out her lips comes steady and sweet, yet it sounds just an awful lot like a warning. He knew the words that would come next, he knew and he swallowed hard in anticipation. His breath was caught in his lungs, all thoughts lost in the lilac of her eyes. She was so incredibly beautiful, so utterly mesmerising and he was quite certain facing a dragon would have been easier than facing her in this very moment. He was not ready, and yet he had promised not to lie. A part of him did not wish to lie. Perhaps there would come a sense of relief, with the truth. She meets him half way, she is close -- but not close enough. Rickon did not think she could ever be quite close enough. But he steps towards her anyway. A rush of courage cuts through the fear which flowed through his body like forested river, and his eyes fix firm on hers without blinking, without thinking, without doubt. There is a heaviness around them, the sound of truth echoing through him, clawing its way out. He will place his palms over her cheeks, gently, and allow himself a single moment where he would not think of the consequences. Not think of failure. Of rejection. "Must I say it?" the question is quiet, spoken firm through furrowed brows. She knew. Of course she knew. She was too smart, too observant not to know. And he is sure, in this moment, by the way she looks at him, by the way her question weighs, the way her cheeks flush, all but certain - she wishes for it too. His eyes will fall to her lips again, and this time he will not think on it, he will not freeze. There is a quick breath in, and he will lean down to close the space between them. And though he knows not what he is doing, he does what feels right. His lips press against hers, brushing them gently before he rounds them to a kiss. And his heart swells with a warmth, skin burning as his hands pull her in slowly, closer and deeper. Beneath a breath his lips will part, wanting for more, and more and then -- A realisation strikes him sudden and cruel and he pulls back, eyes wide open to find her, to remind him who she was, what this was, what he did -- "I --" words are lost in his throat, his eyes filling with genuine sense of remorse. And he will step back, slow, shaking his head briefly. "I had no right --" his breathing is faster, cheeks flushed red, ears burning. A step too far. Too many steps...too far. "Forgive me--" He knows not what else to say. Only that he would never want for anything else ever again, only her.

[fromtheseventhhell]

Our first introduction to a revived Catelyn is learning that she can't speak but she remembers, inquiries about Arya, and accurately pointing out someone involved in that red wedding. It's been obvious from the start that she's still Catelyn, even though her being resurrected affected her. Considering fandom's trend of labeling female characters "too far gone" for not being perfect, pure, and passive it's obvious why people talk about her like they do. Yes she's angry and wants revenge but literally who wouldn't if they were in her situation? It's annoying how little empathy people have for her character. Personally, I hope there's more to her story than getting demonized for rightfully wanting revenge and having to get "put down" like she's a wild animal.

[cdragons]

"My Girl" - Robb Stark x Forest Fairy!Reader Drabble

A/N: This goes out to my girl, @dipperscavern! She needed a pick-me-up after the Tumblr app decided to be a bitch and delete her draft!!! But she still pressed on and wrote an incredible Robb Stark smut drabble! Pls go check it out!

"Please, Jon," Robb pleaded. "Just for today, and I'll make it up to you."

"Your mother will kill me if she finds out," Jon groaned. Normally, he'd be more than happy to cover for his brother, but what he was asking for was too much - even for him. "She hates me enough as it is."

"She doesn't hate you," Robb winced at the lie, but he was desperate. "Please, I have to see her."

"Why can't you see her tomorrow?" asked his half-brother. "The hunt is tomorrow anyway, you can just sneak away to see her then."

Robb shook his head. "You know how she feels about hunts. The moment the horn blows, she'll scatter far away, and I won't be able to see her for a week! A week - that's too long!"

Jon stared at his brother in complete disbelief at his dramatics. It was hard to believe that the first son of Ned Stark, Warden of the North, would be so far gone for a girl who lived so deep in the forest. A girl who lived a life completely shrouded herself in the mysterious beauty of the ancient woods.

A girl whose allure and grace were of a being so ethereal, she shouldn't exist.

Jon sighed. "Fine, I'll watch over Bran and Rickon by myself today - but if Father asks me, I'm telling him you skipped on your own!"

His brother whispered his shouts to avoid attracting attention from the rest of the keep, but Robb was already on his horse and raced out of the gates before he finished. He couldn't want to see you - his girl, his fairy, his mythic love.

Robb soon reached a part of the forest known to only very few in the North - his father included. The Starks were not only the Wardens of the North but the keeper of its ancient secrets.

Once he rode past the invisible barrier - accessible by those that carry the blood of House Stark - the wintery abode filled with white snow and blue ice melted away to a world of iridescent green trees and a kaleidoscope of colors eternally blooming. He finally saw the red leaves of the ancient weirwood tree whose twin linked your worlds together. Under the magnificent branches, he felt an explosion of love burst inside him at the sight of you.

You - his one and only love - sitting on the gnarled and overgrown roots of your tree. Your feet were bare as you only wore simple white linen dress that hugged your curves beautifully. He saw the flowers and small buds braided into your dark, wavy, umber-brown tresses.

"Fairy!"

Robb called out the nickname he had given you since he first met you in these woods as a child. He felt life flow inside him as he watched you turn around and saw the bright smile spread across your face. As soon as he was close enough, he slowed his steed to stop before jumping off and racing to the ancient tree where you and him would rendezvous in secret.

"Robb!" you called out. You waved in excitement before lightly jogging forward to meet him halfway.

Robb immediately took you in his arms and held you in a tight embrace. He pressed his nose into your locks and breathed in the lavender and wild grass notes. He felt time slow down until it seemed like the whole world stopped. Robb knew such a thing was impossible, but he thought many things were impossible before meeting you.

You slightly nudged him away until his face slightly hovered above yours. On your tiptoes, until they dug into the soft dirt beneath you, you firmly pressed your lips to his and wrapped your arms around his neck. Your mortal lover gladly reciprocated and tightened his arms around your waist until your chests were firmly pressed against each other.

When you finally parted for air, Robb lovingly stared at how beautifully flushed your cheeks became. He watched in a lust-ridden gaze at how your fingers swiftly undid the ties in front of your dress. He felt his breath stop as the garment pooled at your feet. Your body was completely bare and unclothed, and your skin was unmarred and looked silky-soft. You took his hand and held it at your breast - he could feel how fast and hard your heart was beating.

He wondered if you even knew how much of his breath you took away.

"I want to feel you, my love," you whispered. "Just us, under our tree, where only the witnesses of our love are our gods."

Robb choked back a groan. If he felt his cock growing hard at the sight of your skin, your words made his cock weep for your wet walls.

Gods, he loved you so much - how could he refuse?

Hurriedly, he took off his cloak and laid it down on the ground before removing his clothes with your help; Robb was just as bare and naked as you were. You gasped at the sight of him.

How could one man be so beautiful? How did such beauty become possible? How blessed were you to receive his love?

He leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. His tongue swiped your bottom lip, and your lips parted to grant his access to fully devour you. When it felt like you would collapse from the lack of air, his lips trailed down your neck. You heard him murmur against your skin.

"I love you."

He repeated it over and over again, and your breathing became heavier as he continued to trail down. On the tops of your breasts, he deeply breathed the addictive perfume of your skin and began to lay kisses within the valley. His gentle hands roamed and caressed your skin with so much tenderness as his fingers reached that soaked spot between your plush thighs. He slowly slid his fingers inside you, and he growled at how much your slick arousal coated his calloused fingers.

You, on the other hand, felt completely lost in the sea of pleasure Robb was drowning you in. He was gentle. He always was with you, but today...it felt like he was the one who would completely fall apart without you.

Despite you were in full knowledge that it was truly the opposite.

Because for all of his Northern roughness, he was a man who loved with all his heart. He was utterly loyal to those he loved and cherished—a sentiment he shared especially with you, and you could not have been more grateful.

"I want to be here with you," he softly mumbled. "I could never want for anything else if I lived the rest of my life here, with you and our children. You, my pretty fairy, as the mother of my children, and me, your loyal wolf, forever protecting you."

He felt your core clench at his words as hot pleasure shot up your spine. It was a dream the two of you often shared - a life without obligations or duty, no fussy mothers or pushy fathers to stand in your way, and no empty and bleak futures looming over you. A life where it was just the two of you, riding through your forest with your horses, the woods filled with the laughter of your children. And when the day ended, the night would be filled with endless pleasure as your thoughts would only be full of him and his full of you.

You tenderly stroked the curls from his face as you felt the dam holding your pleasure slowly breaking.

Your chest was heaving. "It will, my sweet wolf," you promised. "Ours is a love no one can take away—the gods have shown it to me. After all, our gods are the ones who brought us together in the first place."

It was not long until you completely fell apart and gushed over his fingers. Your back arched as you coated your inner thighs and his fingers with your slick. Robb huskily chuckled as he pressed kisses down your stomach as you tried to catch your breath. Your fingers intertwine with his lovely, auburn curls in an attempt to anchor yourself to this material plane.

"Lie down," he softly ordered. "I won't take you against the harsh bark of a tree."

"Oh, but on your cloak in the dirt is an acceptable alternative?" you teased despite lowering against the soft, dark furs of your lover's fine cloak.

He smirks at your mirth as he crawls toward you. His perfect form hovering over you as if you were prey and he was about to devour you whole.

"Of course," he confirmed. "After all, I plan to take you on it until the only word you know how to say is my name, and the furs soak up all of your cum until it's all I can smell on it until the end of time."

Biting your bottom lip in anticipation, you could hardly wait for him to make good on his promise.

Robb aligns his cock at your entrance, its head red and its tip leaking with precum, as he slowly pushes inside you as wraps his hand in yours. He was only halfway inside you before he fully pushed himself in and completely bottomed out.

You cried as white, hot pleasure shot up your spine and flooded every nerve in your body. You felt so full and could hardly wrap your head around the fact that you and Robb's bodies were joined together as one.

"Fuckin'- fuck," he gasps out. "How is it you're so tight every time I take you?"

"Because I'm yours, Robb," you answered breathlessly. "My body was made for you as yours was made for me. Such pleasures could only exist between us - us and no one else."

Feeling the pool of pleasure in his stomach overflowing at your words, Robb begins to slowly thrust - in and out - until he reaches a steady rhythm that makes you senselessly babble as you feel your body becoming dull to everything but Robb. You felt every slow drag of his hips, every lingering trail of his touch, every hot breath on your skin, and you wondered how one man could make you feel so good.

He hits that spot inside you—the one that makes you see stars that only he could reach. Your eyes roll back, and you beg him to kiss you. A wish he complies without question—because what is his purpose if not to grant your every wish in his power?

It isn't long until he feels your walls clenching around his cock, and he can feel his control quickly slipping.

"Fairy, my fairy," he pleads against your lips. "'m close, 'm cumming."

"In-inside, my love," you beg. "I want you to spill your seed inside me. Let it take root in my womb, and our child grow."

Your grip on his hand tightens as your love's thrusts become quicker and sloppy, and he hits that spot inside you even more harshly and roughly. You scream as your walls clamp down on his member as your arousal spills out and coats his cock. He quickly follows after you, pushing himself as deep as he can to fill your womb with his seed as a groan resonates deep within his chest.

Despite the exhaustion flooding his muscles, Robb does not collapse atop you or pull out. Instead, he presses a soft kiss on your sweaty temple and lies by your side. He holds you close and breathily chuckles at how close to sleep you look in his arms. He places a small peck on your nose and smiles at how it scrunches so adorably.

"Rest now, my love. I'll be here when you wake."

You let out a loud yawn. "Good...believe it or not, this isn't what I had planned for us."

"Oh? And what were we supposed to do before you...distracted me?"

Robb raises his brow before smirking at the memory of how you initiated seducing him. You swatted his arm.

"My mare successfully gave birth to a foal. He's so beautiful - a red and white coat. I already love him."

"Have you named him?"

"Yes, Kodak."

Robb wanted to ask why you decided to name him that of all things, but you were burrowed in his chest - already in a deep sleep. With a content smile, he followed suit and met you in a dream. A beautiful dream where it was just you, him, your children, and 'Kodak.' All of you laughing and smiling in your beloved woods.

Underneath the weirwood tree, you and he met all those years ago - when you were still a sprite, and he was still a boy. Underneath the weirwood where Robb saw you for the first time, and he swore to the Old Gods and New that he would love only you for the rest of his life.

A promise he swore then, a promise he still keeps, and a promise that remains true until his last breath.

@dipperscavern, if you've died from an overload of fluff and love delulu fantasies...then I've done my job

[puppeteerpoet]

more people should talk about Rickon stark because wdym he has a soul-bound violent direwolf and he’s living with a wilding woman on an island full of cannibals and unicorns??? and he’s four years old???? Yet the one who lives in a cave with a talking tree is more talked about

[creganslover]

Hiiii I’m so happy your request are open but I think a Cregan x reader would be absolutely amazing and. I’m kinda thinking like cregan x reader but they both have children from previous marriages (reader has 4 sons older than 13) and they have more children! I just love the idea of so many chaotic stark children and just there children in general and how her would navigate it! (I also love the idea of the only girls being twins and they look the opposite)

the pack survives, cregan stark x targaryen! AFAB reader

wc: 1.0k

warning/s: mentions of death, suggestive themes, slight violence(?)

note: omg... yes that man is absolutely insatiable, i tweaked it a little bit, i hope you enjoy!

GIF is not mine, credits to the owner!

Your marriage to Cregan had been… a wild ride, from both of you being widowed and happen to have children from previous marriages, it was quite the blessing of the Gods that both of your children had easily bonded with one another.

Your sons, older than three and ten, Aeryn and Daemion being the youngest had grown into tough boys, though will take the first chance they would get to butt heads together if given a chance, from where you could only let out an exasperated sigh at.

However, they had seemed to take upon their late father, as they were skilled in swordsmanship, often pairing together to train against other knights. 

Not only that, you have seen how these two boys would vye for the praise of their mother, after the loss of their father in which you were absolutely devastated with, they had now made themselves to look out for you despite their growing tasks and responsibilities, in which you were grateful for, knowing you had raised these children right. 

Now onto Cregan, he had also been widowed, left behind with children of his own as his first wife had died of childbirth, his now eldest Rickon Stark, and his youngest, Brandon Stark. Cregan deep within himself knew the life he had wished to live, Winterfell’s keep to be filled with sounds of his family, of his heirs and his wife by his side, having lived through many winters strong. 

And that’s when he was caught at the first sight of you trying to reign in your two boys from bickering, the daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen, who had been proposed to marry him, the Lord Cregan Stark of Winterfell. 

Fast forward many moons, your sons had immediately bonded with Cregan’s, them being of around the same age a huge aided factor while you had relocated to Winterfell. At first, you were intimidated by Cregan’s presence, or mostly with the thought of loving again, that you had a difficult time opening up to your new husband, and Cregan felt the same, understanding that you both had been recovering from being widowed.

Surely in time, love began to blossom with the two of you, and that soon you had borne twins. Not just any twins, they were two of only your precious girls.

There was Kyra, taking after his father’s Stark features, hair as dark as chestnut brown, eyes matching Cregan’s, with its own tenderness to them. Then was Daena, taking after your Targaryen features, hair as platinum white, eyes of purple, matching your fiery gaze. 

Cregan loved both of them, possibly more than his boys yet he would not dare to voice such a thing. To add to it, Aerys, Daemion, Rickon, and Brandon would treat their only twin sisters the best, except for the brotherly teasing here and there. 

As Kyra and Daena grew, you would be by their side, supplying their curiosity for the world. Cregan often liked to take your sons, with Aerys and Daemion considering Cregan as their second father, and his own out of Winterfell often to bond over hunting or yet taking trips to the Wall where Cregan often reminded them of the importance of responsibility and duty, telling them tales of the North. 

And when they’ve come home, Cregan had always sought you first, greeting you with a tight embrace, lips finding yours, before he would subtly lean in your ear due to his towering size, murmuring of how he’d like to properly reconnect with you later at night, sending your cheeks to fill with heat, a hand coming to smack at his furs, making him chuckle deeply, looking at you with mirth in his eyes that you’ve missed to see the days he was gone. 

Then he would scout for his twin daughters after he shrugs off his cloak and armour, his sheer strength allowing him to lift both your growing toddlers in both his arms, your girls laughing and toying with Cregan’s hair and his growing stubble. 

In turn you would be then greeted by your sons, with you tutting as you messed about them, inspecting if they had any signs of strain or hurt on them, in which they grumble and complain that they were old enough to take care of themselves, but in secret loving the affection from their mother as they boasts about what they had did in their journey. 

“Thus Rickon remains unscathed after wrangling a boar with his own bare hands!” Aeryn nonchalantly commended as he leaned against the wall, crossing his arms with a smirk as he just finished getting inspected by you. Your hands froze on Daemion’s cheeks, leading them to be squashed in your hold, Daemion only looking back and forth at his mother and siblings whilst Rickon looked close enough to smack Aeryn on the head. Aeryn then realized his mistake as his chuckle died down and his eyes widened. 

Snapping your gaze to Rickon who was now sheepishly grinning but glaring at Aeryn, you were about to open your mouth when Cregan rounded, letting your daughters finally escape from his loving grasp to bother their brothers. 

“Ah, do not worry, wife, it was just a test of strength, and the boar was a mere size of a fawn at most!” Cregan said, approaching to pat his eldest Rickon on the shoulder. You sighed in relief, letting go of Daemion after a squeeze to his shoulders. “Should have seen him wrestle with it in the mud, it was unbelievable!” Daemion added. 

You looked at Cregan who only shrugged, sporting the same boyish grin you grew to love as he approached you from behind, wrapping his arms around you in which your sons now busied themselves with their little sisters, boasting their tales and trinkets they had bought for them, their voices filling the room. 

A warmth flooded within you, relaxing back into Cregan’s chest as he took in the familiar scent of you, pressing his nose against the side of your head, making you close your eyes, hands resting atop his arms as you turned your head to smile at him. “Do they ever grow tired?” You wonder.

A chuckle, “I do not think so, my wife. Not if there’s another one to follow.” He whispered playfully, rough palm resting atop your stomach through your dress. 

Oh Gods. 

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Cregan Stark || Masterlist

This masterlist is solely focused on Cregan Stark, all written as xreader pieces without any specific physical descriptions.

All works have warnings stated before but please read at your own risk!

— ALL ONESHOTS BELOW

Fan favourites: 🌟 My favourites: 💓

An Alliance of Seduction 💓

• Sexual content (smut!!)

A cunning princess uses her allure to seduce Lord Stark, blending political ambition with primal desire. Her bold seduction turns their fiery union into a high-stakes dance of control, pleasure, and conquest, securing an alliance that tilts the balance of power in her favour.

Northern Oaths 🌟💓

• Violence (injury)

The fearless princess, captivated by the raw beauty of the North, faces a harrowing ordeal when abducted. Lord Cregan Stark, mesmerised by her charm and charisma, is driven by deep concern to rescue her, braving the dangers of the wild to save her.

Devotion 🌟

• Sexual content (smut!)

Cregan's obsession with his wife is obvious, constantly showering her with affection and praise, making sure she always feels his unwavering devotion. Even amidst the grandeur of her brother's wedding, he struggles to restrain himself, after all, she is his, forever and always.

Frozen Ties

• None

Forced into a marriage to secure alliances, she navigates the confines of her new life facing emotional turmoil and a complicated relationship. An unexpected act of kindness from her husband kindles hope, making her reconsider their union and find warmth in the icy politics.

Pretty Lady 🌟

• None

Escaping the clamour of a celebration, she unexpectedly encounters young Rickon, who instantly takes a liking to her. Their surprising bond captures Cregan's attention, setting the stage for a night of subtle revelations and newfound connections.

The Cold Claim

• Sexual content (smut!)

Even the fiercest lords can be overwhelmed by jealousy, as Cregan Stark discovers when a young lord's lingering gaze threatens to disrupt his night, sparking a passionate encounter that reignites the flames of love.

Honour Bound

• Violence (domestic)

Cregan's unwavering honour is tested when he discovers a dark truth about his friend and his wife. As hidden feelings surface and a violent confrontation looms, Cregan must navigate the treacherous waters of loyalty, justice, and love.

Northern Frost Southern Sun

• Sexual content (smut!)

In the unforgiving North, a Southern princess struggles with her political marriage to Cregan, feeling like an outsider. As she voices her insecurities, their bond deepens, transforming their alliance into a passionate connection that bridges the divide between their worlds.

Everyday

• Sexual content (smut!!)

Cregan Stark is the embodiment of power and untamed beauty, a man who commands attention. His wife finds herself utterly consumed by his presence, unable to resist the magnetic pull of her fierce husband. In his arms, restraint is not an option—only surrender.

For works involving other characters from House of the Dragon, please check out my House of the Dragon General Masterlist.

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rickon is still alive in the books? *takes off sunglasses* he's still alive in the books?