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The Festival of the First Snow.

Cregan Stark X Targaryen reader

•Cregan and his wife prepare for the Festival of the first snow. During the festival the sneak off to the Gods wood.

•Wife is referred to as y/n. Small description of her. Targaryen features.One mention of being petite.

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Cregan Stark leaned back in his chair, the crackling fire in his study casting flickering shadows on the stone walls. The scent of burning wood mingled with the faint aroma of parchment and ink, creating a comforting atmosphere as he reviewed the plans for the upcoming Winter Festivals. The Festival of the First snow was to take place in a matter of days, marking the onset of winter. His brow furrowed in concentration, but a soft laugh broke his focus.

“Cregan, you look as if you’re preparing for a battle rather than a celebration,” y/n , his wife, teased, her voice light and melodic. She stood by the window, her silver hair catching the firelight, framing her face like a halo.

Cregan smiled, his heart warming at the sight of her. “Perhaps I am. The Northmen can be a rowdy lot after too much drink. I must ensure we have enough mead to keep them merry and not too rowdy.”

She turned to him, her violet eyes sparkling with mischief. “And what of the women? They deserve to be entertained as well. We should plan games for the children and stories for the ladies. Perhaps a dance beneath the stars?”

“Dance?” Cregan echoed, his voice low and teasing. “You know I have two left feet, y/n”. I’d sooner wrestle a direwolf than dance.”

She laughed, the sound brightening the room. “Then I shall teach you, my wolf. We will make it a night to remember.”

As they discussed their plans, y/n moved closer, her presence filling the space with warmth. They spoke of the traditions of the festival’s—the feasting, the storytelling, the games, and the honoring of the Old Gods. Each idea sparked excitement between them, weaving their hearts closer like the intricate patterns of the tapestries that adorned Winterfell’s walls.

The next night, the great hall of Winterfell was adorned with evergreens and flickering candles, casting a warm glow over the long wooden tables. The scent of roasted meats and spiced wine filled the air, and laughter echoed as the Northmen gathered, their spirits high. Cregan, ever the young wolf, sat among the men, sharing tales of bravery and adventure, his voice strong and commanding.

y/n, sat across the hall with the women, radiating beauty in a deep sapphire gown that hugged her figure perfectly, the fabric shimmering like the stars. Cregan’s breath caught as he caught sight of her, his heart racing like the thundering hooves of a charging wolf. Their eyes met across the hall, and in that moment, the noise of the festival faded into the background.

He admired the way her laughter danced in the air, how her eyes sparkled with mischief, and how she moved with grace. Cregan felt a warmth spread through him, a primal need to be near her, to claim her as his own. The way she tilted her head and smiled made him forget the stories he was telling, and he found himself lost in thoughts of her.

As the night wore on, a group of men began to share a particularly wild story of a hunt gone wrong, their voices rising in excitement. “And there we were, facing down a bear as big as a horse!” one man boasted, his arms gesturing wildly. The hall erupted in laughter, but Cregan’s attention was divided. He caught his wife’s gaze again, and she raised her cup, a playful smile on her lips.

Time slipped away, and many looks were passed between the pair, and soon the feast began to wind down. y/n stood to leave, her dress flowing behind her like a whisper of the wind. As she walked towards the doors, she glanced back, locking eyes with Cregan once more. He couldn’t help but notice the way her hips swayed and her dress hugged her waist enhancing her figure. He needed her. He felt like a wolf during a full moon, drawn to her, filled with a longing that was both fierce and gentle. He wasn’t used to these feelings that consumed him whenever she was near but he knew it was love.

As soon as she exited the hall, Cregan rose, his instincts guiding him. He followed her out, careful to avoid the prying eyes of the other guests. He saw her slip into the Godswood, the ancient trees standing sentinel around her.

Cregan stealthily moved through the dense underbrush of the God’s Woods, the moonlight filtering through the branches above, casting a silver glow that danced across the forest floor. His heart raced, not from the thrill of the chase but from the intoxicating presence of her. She moved like a whisper among the trees, a vision that stirred something primal within him. He craved her like a wolf starved, every instinct urging him to close the distance between them.

As she reached a clearing, y/n settled onto a wooden stump by the water's edge, her silhouette framed by the shimmering reflections of the moon. Cregan paused, taking in the sight of her—such a petite, perfect thing, yet she had such power over him. He stepped forward, a playful smirk crossing his lips. "You know, it’s dangerous to wander these woods alone. What if a hungry wolf were to come along?"

She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, I’d just have to show that wolf who’s really in charge, wouldn’t I?" Her playful tone sent a shiver down his spine, igniting a fire of desire within him. Cregan couldn't help but chuckle, his cockiness shining through. "I’d like to see you try. But I must warn you, I don’t play fair."

The chase was on. She stood up, a teasing smile on her lips as she darted away, her laughter echoing through the trees. Cregan was quick to follow, weaving through the trunks, his heart pounding not just from exertion but from the thrill of the pursuit. He relished the game, the way her energy electrified the air around them. "Catch me if you can!" she called out, glancing back at him with a playful challenge.

With each step, he felt the desperation growing within him—he needed to catch her, to claim this moment. Finally, he lunged forward, wrapping his arms around her waist just as she reached another clearing. She squealed in surprise, and he spun her around, their faces inches apart. "Got you," he breathed, his voice low and teasing.

y/n’s eyes sparkled with a mix of challenge and delight. "You think you’ve won, don’t you? But this isn’t over yet." She leaned closer, her breath warm against his skin, and for a moment, time stood still. Cregan's heart raced, the playful banter giving way to something deeper, more desperate. "Oh, I’m counting on it," he replied, his voice thick with longing, as he leaned in, ready to savor the taste of victory.

With a soft smile, she leaned in, and their lips met in a slow yet passionate kiss that quickly ignited into something more fervent. Cregan's hands found their way to her waist, pulling her closer as their kiss deepened, filled with desperation and longing. Her hands were wrapped up in his hair pulling slightly. He lifted her up in one swift movement and she wrapped her legs around him. He pushed her up against the Weirwood tree so that the Gods could witness the love he would make to his wife. The world around them faded away, leaving only the sound of rustling leaves and their hearts beating in unison. In that sacred space, they were lost in each other, wrapped up in the intoxicating warmth of their love….

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Exploring Lord Stark

Targaryen reader x Cregan Stark

reader is a targtower but could be team black either as the other targtower are only mentioned once in passing. Minor description of character (hair colour/length,gender) .

plot: y/n targaryen becomes bored of everyday castle life and reads about the North. She goes on a journey to explore the North but the first thing to catch her eye is Cregan Stark

One night, in the heart of the capital, y/n found herself living the same day everyday. The same servants scuttled about her chambers each morning, their faces a blur of familiarity, while the same guards stood in the halls night after night and it was the same boring ladies gossiping at court. That night, fueled by a restless spirit, she slipped from her chambers and ventured into the shadowy depths of the castle library. The air was thick with the scent of aged parchment as she discovered a tome titled "The secrets of the seven kingdoms." Her fingers danced over the pages until she stumbled upon a chapter that spoke of the Seven Wonders, her imagination igniting at the mention of the Wall. As she read on about Winterfell, she was captivated by its majestic beauty, the towering walls and the snow-capped peaks surrounding it. She was intrigued by the 3 acre wide gods wood and the mysterious never ending crypts. She knew she wanted to explore these beauty’s. she caught a glimpse of a passage about the young lord, Cregan Stark, and a mischievous thought crossed her mind: perhaps she wouldn’t mind exploring him too.

The next morning, y/n sat at the grand breakfast table, the sun filtering through the stained glass windows, casting colorful patterns on the polished wood. Her family surrounded her—Aegon, brooding as always, Aemond, with his charming yet careless demeanor, and sweet Helaena, who spoke in soft whispers. Their mother, Alicent, was engaged in a monotonous conversation about court affairs, while King Viserys, bedridden and frail, was absent from the dull gathering.

“Must we always discuss the same tiresome matters?” y/n sighed, pushing her plate away. “I long for something more than this endless chatter.”

“If the important matters of court don’t appeal to you y/n, you are free to sulk elsewhere” said Alicent.

The words hung in the air like a challenge, igniting a spark within her. With a sudden resolve, she decided to take her dragon for a ride, longing to escape the confines of the castle.As she made her way to the dragon pit, the corridors felt almost alive, echoing with the whispers of history. The scent of damp earth and burning torches filled her nostrils as she descended the stone steps, her heart racing with anticipation. Finally, she reached the pit, where her dragon awaited her. "Valyra," she whispered, stroking the shimmering scales of her dragon, a creature of fire and grace, her wings a tapestry of deep crimson and gold. With a powerful leap, they took to the sky, the wind whipping through y/n's hair as she soared above the sprawling kingdom. Beneath her, the landscape unfolded like a vivid painting—rolling hills, shimmering rivers, and the distant mountains beckoning her. The thrill of freedom surged through her veins as she urged Valyra onward, feeling an inexplicable pull toward the North. “Let’s keep going, Valyra,” she called out, her heart yearning for the unknown, for the promise of adventure that lay just beyond the horizon.

As y/n and Valyra soared higher into the crisp air, she could feel the warmth of the capital fading away. The lush greens of the fields below began to give way to a blanket of white, the ground transforming into a glistening expanse of snow. The air grew colder, biting at her cheeks and filling her lungs with a refreshing chill. As they flew over the rugged terrain, she heard distant shouts rising from below, the voices echoing against the mountains. "A dragon! A dragon!" The excitement and fear in their tones made her heart race. She realized that for many of the Northerners, this was the first time they were witnessing a dragon in the flesh, a creature of legend.

And then, there it was—Winterfell. The castle rose majestically from the snow-covered landscape, its ancient stone walls standing strong against the elements. Tall towers reached toward the sky, their battlements adorned with banners that fluttered in the icy wind. The imposing structure was surrounded by a vast expanse of white, the icy moat reflecting the pale winter sun. As she descended, y/n felt a sense of awe wash over her; Winterfell was a place steeped in history and tradition.

With a graceful landing, Valyra settled onto the snowy ground nearby, her massive wings folding against her body. Y/n dismounted, her boots crunching softly in the snow as she approached the castle. A group of men stood outside, their faces etched with surprise and reverence. As they recognized her, they knelt, their heads bowed. “Princess,” one of them spoke, his voice respectful yet tinged with curiosity. “Lord Stark wasn’t aware you would be coming. He is in a meeting but will be out soon to greet you.” They gestured for her to follow them to the guest rooms, where she could freshen up after her journey.

As y/n walked through the stone corridors of Winterfell, she was struck by the sense of culture that permeated the air. The warm glow of torches illuminated the walls, and the scent of woodsmoke mingled with the crispness of the cold. The people she passed wore furs and sturdy clothing, their expressions a mix of curiosity and admiration as they caught sight of her. The architecture was sturdy and practical, with thick walls and simple designs, a stark contrast to the delicate beauty of the capital. She could feel the heartbeat of the North in the laughter of children playing in the snow and the distant sounds of a bustling hearth.

Cregan pondered the implications of the news regarding her arrival. He had heard whispers of her beauty, but he knew all too well that such visits rarely heralded good tidings. "Surely, this is no mere social call," he mused, his brow furrowing with concern. "War must be looming on the horizon, or perhaps the crown seeks to impose yet another burden of taxes upon us. A princess does not travel without purpose."

With a heavy heart, he approached the grand door of her room, the air thick with anticipation. He raised his hand and rapped gently upon the wood, each knock echoing the weight of his thoughts. Moments later, the door creaked open, revealing the radiant figure of the Princess.

"Lord Cregan," she greeted him with a measured smile, her voice smooth yet laced with urgency. " good morning my lord, I trust you are well?"

Cregan inclined his head respectfully. "Princess, it is an honor to welcome you to the North, However, I must confess, your presence here stirs a sense of foreboding within me. What brings you to the North ?”

“Be at ease lord Stark” she chuckled “ I bring no talk of politics with me, i simply wanted to explore the beauty of the North and Winterfell caught my eye first. It would please me if i Had your blessing to explore the castle and the Gods wood over the following few days”

Cregan’s shoulders relaxed and the worry building in his chest finally stopped. While the princess spoke he couldn’t help but glance over her figure. Her silver hair hung low, down to her waist, her face was even more beautiful than he had been told, as if sculpted by the gods themselves, and her dress clung to her body in a way he had never seen with other women in the North.

“I am pleased to know that is what brings you here. Winterfell is yours princess. Should you need someone to guide you on your journey, I will always be near by.”

“thank you lord stark” she replied.

“Please princess, Call me Cregan”

“ Thank you very much for extending your kindness to me, I have much to learn about the North. I’ll be calling on you to show me around sooner then you’ll like, Cregan”

He chuckled in response

“Good day princess”

and with that, Lord stark left y/n alone in the guest quarters. y/n was left intrigued by the young lord, he was one of the finest men she had seen in her life and she knew the first thing she wanted to explore was Lord Stark and his world. Yet that would have to wait, the gods wood were calling her……

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A moment of Serenity - Cregan Stark X wife reader (targ)

•Cregan stark fluff, Cregan shares a bath with his wife at the end of a long day🐺

Cregan Stark trudged through the halls of Winterfell, his mind heavy with the weight of the day’s discussions. The Northern lords had gathered in the great hall, voices raised in debate over alliances, resources, and the ever-looming threat further north. It had been a long, exhausting day, filled with the intricacies of politics that seemed to take place over many hours.

As he entered his shared chambers, a wave of warmth washed over him. The flickering light of the fire and candles danced across the walls, and he caught sight of his wife, immersed in a steaming bath, her silver hair hung over the edge of the bath as her handmaiden massaged her scalp with oils, the scent of lavender filling the air. A smile broke across his tired face as he shed his heavy cloak and approached her while her handmaiden left the room.

“Mind if I join you?” he asked, his voice softer than it had been all day

“Not at all,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with warmth. As he settled into the tub beside her, the tension in his shoulders began to melt away.

“I’ve been thinking,” he said, gazing at her, “how lucky I am to have you by my side.”

She smirked, “do continue”

“I remember the first time I saw you,” he began, a fondness creeping into his voice. “You were climbing off the back of your dragon,Joining your father and mothers troops outside the walls of winterfell. You hair was loosely pulled back in a plait and you were in your riding leathers. Your cheeks were gone pink from the cold. I thought you were the most fierce and beautiful woman I had ever encountered. I’ve seen men run at the sight of bears and wolves, and there you were, on the back of the biggest, most fierce beast of all without any fear”

She chuckled softly, the sound like music to his ears. “I had no idea you were paying such close attention.”

“I was enchanted,” he admitted, leaning closer. “And I knew then that I wanted you in my life, not just as my wife but as my partner in everything.”

“I was enthralled by you, you weren’t like any man i had seen before” she began. “The men in the south are tall but skinny, pampered as you would say, but you, god you were a real man. Your presence it just demands respect and the gods truly did bless you with your looks. Who would’ve thought, such a beauty hiding all the way down in the crisp cold north” she chuckled

As they shared laughter and stories, the burdens of the day faded away, replaced by the warmth of their bond. In that quiet moment, Cregan realized that amidst the chaos of politics and leadership, it was these simple, intimate moments that truly made him feel at home.