⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ GETTING REAPED for the 99th hunger games wasn’t on your bingo card…. but neither was falling for your mentor who would be the one to hold your hand while leading you to your death!
𝒫AIRING. . . song mingi x fem!reader (ft. wooyoung)
𝒲ORDCOUNT. . . 5.9k
𝒢ENRE. . . romance, fluff, angst, series
𝒲ARNINGS. . . mention of murder, mention of hacking someone to death, that’s kinda it i think??
ℐOAEZZ. . . guys is it clear that i’m lowkey in my weak hero class era? like mc is kinda based on suho… anyway, i’ll try to make sure to update once a week!
Cherries have always been an all-time favourite treat of yours. Though there were few of them in District Seven, your brother always tried to make a tradition of it to go cherrypicking together after he finished his shift. Unlike most people in your district, he didn't choose to become a lumberjack, jokingly claiming all that work with his hands would somehow mess with his appearance. So he ended up helping out foraging for the local pharmacist which earned him just enough money to keep the two of you afloat.
Not that you didn't work. You weren't exactly the most promising student so you often skipped class to work part-time at the familial carpentry store of your friend. They were generous people even in hard circumstances like these, your brother never failed to remind you of it.
"Y/n, I saw you put that in your mouth! Spit it out! Look at you," Seokjin shook his head at the sight of you, his hands on his hips while his basket with cherries stood by his feet. You looked up at him from your crouched position, eyes guiltily meeting his before glancing down at your fingers that were stained red by the fruit. You had no doubts that your mouth was stained as well. "How does this happen every time," your older brother muttered under his breath while throwing a piece of cloth at you to clean your mouth before stalking off further into the woods.
A sparkle shimmered in your eyes as you eyed your brother. He has always been quite dramatic. You hastily wiped your mouth and gathered the last cherries into your basket before hurrying to catch up with your brother.
The sound of twigs cracking beneath your feet and chirping birds filled the thickly covered forest as the two of you walked side by side. A solemn silence hung between you, the constant reminder of the reaping that would be starting in a few hours plaguing Jin's mind. You simply chose to remain silent in favour of eating your cherries, not all too worried about the outcome of the day. Jin would call you an optimist, never seeing the worst in things and not worrying before it's needed. You would call yourself... Something- perhaps you would have had a more accurate answer if you hadn't ditched school so often.
"You know you can't leave right? Who else is going to polish my favourite mirror," Jin sighed loudly, his voice cracking as he attempted to comfort you. You hummed, used to his odd remarks. Your gazes met for a moment his dark eyes, which the locals often raved about, filled with a hidden concern. "Don't worry Jin, I'll get started on that tomorrow morning." Your silent promise didn't go unnoticed by him as he offered you a weak smile, nodding in false conviction.
The way home was slow. Few remarks had been passed but a trail of cherry pits and stems followed you home. Your house lay on the edge of the town, not too far from the centre but just isolated enough to have some sort of privacy. It was small and humble, a foundation that once marked the love your parents had shared. Now inhabited by their children. Jin liked to threaten to kick you out if he ever found the right partner for himself but you doubted he would ever go through with it.
The two baskets landed with a thud on the wooden table, the beautiful brown wood a creation of your own. Jin turned to you with a stern look, his eyes flitting over your dirtied face once more before ushering you to clean up and get ready. "The sooner we get over with this, the better," he muttered under his breath, it seemed like it was starting to become a habit of his.
Your unhurried stomps up the stairs echoed through the house as you reached your room to get dressed. You didn't have very many pretty dresses but you couldn't call yourself Kim Seokjin's sister if you didn't have at least one. It was laid out on your dresser, freshly washed by your brother no doubt.
It didn't take you long to finish up before you headed downstairs. Your eyes immediately fell onto the freshly washed cherries and moved to grab a handful before a sudden hand slapped you away. A pout tugged at your lips as you turned to Jin, your hand pulled back as if it had been scorned. "You'll make a mess of yourself," was his answer before he pulled a chair out for you to sit on.
You didn't argue. You knew he was right but still, you weren't exactly happy about it. Soft fingers carded through your tangled hair, a sigh of disapproval left your brother but you paid him no mind. "Can we make some cherry pie? We haven't had that in a while," Jin's grip on your hair didn't waver perhaps if you had been looking at his face you would have noticed the subtle tremble in his lip. He drew in a shaky breath before nodding enthusiastically, "Sure, but if you try and eat the whole thing again I'll personally make sure you'll never see a cherry again in your life. Got it?"
You grinned at the empty threat, your fingers playing with the necklace around your neck. "There, all done. Now people can actually tell we're related," Jin patted your head as you turned to glance in the mirror that hung in the hallway. You had to admit that you did look pretty. The small updo in your hair framed your face nicely, it was not done too tightly. A hum of appreciation left you before you followed your brother outside, shoes quickly slipping on.
"We got to hurry up or else we're going to be late," Jin quipped impatiently, wishing to get over with it all once and for all. It was your last year and then he could finally stop worrying about this damned reaping every year. He had already become ineligible seven years ago, luckily without having been reaped. Now he could only hope that luck extended to you as well.
"Stop being so worried, you're like a squirrel in traffic," Jin only raised his brow at that quip, wondering where you learned the word traffic. District Seven didn't have any traffic, none of the districts did and you weren't very studious so he doubted you suddenly decided to pay attention in history class. "Careful there Y/n, throwing around such big words."
A groan followed as you hit your brother on his side, a few people looking up at the sudden sound before looking down once they noticed it was Jin. He was notoriously known for his loud mouth so it didn't come as a surprise to anyone. A few people greeted the two of you, some colleagues of his who never failed to eye him up, and some of your classmates. More and more people started flanking your sides and soon peacekeepers stood at every corner and nook. You knew it was time to part with Seokjin.
He pulled you aside for a moment, his hands gripping your upper arms. You looked up at him, his features a reflection of your own though older. For a moment you relished in the intimate moment with your brother but time was ticking and the peacekeeper on your left side was inching closer by the second.
"You'll be fine," Jin started, a hesitant smile on his lips while you nodded in confirmation. "Just one last time. We'll bake that cherry pie you want," he promised you which seemed to make your eyes light up. Food was truly the way to your heart. You thank every god that you didn't come from one of the poorer districts where food was scarce. Jin seemed amused for a second before pulling you into a tight hug that you reciprocated. His arms were comforting, he was your home and you couldn't wait to return to him."See you," you smiled brightly, parting with your brother to follow the flow toward the girls' section though not before getting the usual prick in your finger.
A sigh fell from your lips as you looked around, everything seemed the same as it did for the past seven years. Your fingers played with the laced end of your dress while the clearing filled up with anxious teens. It wouldn't take long before people started piling up on the stage and you were right. The first one to enter the stage was the mayor of District Seven. You had encountered the man once in your life when he had personally come to your house to thank your brother for saving his youngest son from the flu. The pharmacist had been assigned the night shift in case of emergencies but abruptly left to go home to his family after his daughter had passed during the ninety-seventh Hunger Games. Jin had offered to take care of the shop and to his surprise the mayor had stumbled in, his young son in his arms. Fortunately, your brother had known what to do and saved the little boy.
The next that followed were a couple of peacekeepers, no one worth keeping note of until the victors arrived. There were currently only two living survivors and those were Jeon Soyeon and Song Mingi.
Soyeon was an older woman, having won the seventy-sixth Hunger Games when she was sixteen by hacking the careers to death. You remember seeing her around, oftentimes helping people out by providing either money or physical labour. As you watched her sit down you noticed that she was the smallest of them all and yet she had the strongest presence, her bleached blond hair certainly helped with that. Beside her sat down a huge, bulky man who you recognised to be Song Mingi, the winner of the ninety-second Hunger Games.
His were the first Hunger Games you had ever watched. The arena had been constructed like a maze and he had won by slaughtering people in their sleep. The sneakiness of it all was frowned upon by the Districts, it did not matter that he had been merely thirteen. That also makes him the youngest victor to the day though his Hunger Games don't get celebrated as it was quite quick and there were more betrayals than fights. Nonetheless, Mingi had grown into his body, his muscles bulging whenever he moved. His face always maintained a menacing glare but his eyes were somehow always lost, it was odd.
Your eyes lingered on his stiff body before loud-clanging heels caught your attention and you turned towards the centrum of the stage where the escort had appeared. If you remember correctly his name was San. He was another enormous man with bright pink hair that stood out in the dark tresses of District Seven. His pretty eyes were always the first thing that came to your mind as you looked at him.
By then the entirety of District Seven stood before the cameras. San tapped the microphone in front of him, the screech that came out ringing in your ears for a moment.
"Welcome! Happy Hunger Games. And may the odds be ever in your favour-" his accent-laced voice made you cringe slightly, not used to such strange pitches that the Capitol folk carry in their tones.
As usual, the film from the Capitol played and you realise you should have eaten more cherries. This would be the last time Jin would pity you enough to let you get away with it and yet you wasted this golden opportunity on- "the time has come for us to select one courageous man and woman for the honour of representing District Seven in the ninety-ninth annual Hunger Games." San smiled at the blank faces staring up at him before stepping back towards the glass bowl that contained those dreaded pieces of paper.
"Ladies first," he charmingly smiled, his carefully manicured hand diving into the bowl and eventually drawing a piece of paper. You lazily looked up at the stage, hunger already brewing in your stomach as San opened the paper.
"Kim Y/n!"
Suddenly the churning in your stomach stopped, your brows raising while your jaw clenched. You had not expected this at all. The girls around you dashed aside, their gazes filled with sympathy. Still, the relief on their faces was as clear as day. They had escaped the horrrors of the Hunger Games and you had not. Your eyes flickered from San to the clear path in front of you before you slowly started moving your feet. Step by step you managed to get out of the rows upon rows of girls towards where two peacekeepers waited to escort you. A sudden cry of your name made you clench your fists as you could recognise your brother's voice from anywhere. The two hands placed upon your back were a stark reminder for you to keep walking and so you did.
Panic and anger clenched around your heart as you wondered what to do and how to act. Seokjin has told you countless times that people who show strength are those who are favoured. The only problem was that you did not know how to show strength so the next best thing you could muster was indifference. A casualness in your step as you trudged towards your dreaded fate, anything to drown out Jin's sorrow-filled cries.
San smiled warmly at you, at least you think it was an attempt at a warm smile. His outstretched hand reached out to you, pulling you into his side. "Y/n! Our female tribute of the ninety-ninth Hunger Games!" San clapped enthusiastically, ignoring your brother completely. As you looked into the crowd your eyes immediately found those of Jin. The hopeful sparkle that resided there seemed to have faded out as they were replaced by anguished tears. You quickly looked away, choosing to stare at the space in front of you.
"And for the boys," the faint sound of paper rustling against one another was heard before it turned silent again. "Jung Yunho!" A lanky boy shakily walked from the crowd. People murmured unhappily, as they always did whenever a twelve-year-old got reaped. Suddenly you felt a soft hand gripping your wrist and turned to look at San who not so subtly dragged you towards the middle of the stage to shake hands with Yunho.
"Here we are, our tributes from district seven. Go on, shake hands," you glanced down at the boy in front of you, he harshly bit down on his lip to quiet his sobs while holding out his trembling hand to you. Your hand enveloped his, warmth passing through you at the exchange. "Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favour!"
At this, San ushered the two of you into the Justice Building, a certain pep in his step. As you trudge into the cursed building you notice the two victors eyeing you up. Soyeon's face was hardened though you could see the pity reflected in her face. Her brows were furrowed into a deep frown before she turned away, mumbling something incoherent under her breath. Mingi didn't linger for long either, already halfway off the stage before glancing over his shoulder to send you an empty glare. You didn't pay either of them any mind.
The room you were led to was large, filled with all kinds of ornaments though your sights focused on the single plush armchair. You immediately moved to sit down, slumping in your seat as you closed your eyes for a moment. The reaping was replaying in your mind for a couple of minutes before you forcibly pushed it to the back of your mind, choosing to think about the food that will be presented to you in your last days. Perhaps they would have some of those delicious cakes that your friends sometimes nabbed from peacekeepers.
"I can't believe you can even think of sleeping right now!" The shrill voice of your brother awoke you with a jump, and his body launched into yours. The chair toppled, sending the both of you on the soft carpeted floor. A groan left you but Jin didn't even seem to notice as he clung to you. "Why did it have to be you," tears fell onto your dress. "I'll be fine, don't worry so much or you'll get grey hairs," you wrapped your arms around him, relishing in his hold for a moment longer before pulling away. Jin shakily stood up, pulling you up from the floor before forcing you to face him. Your bottom lip trembled for the first time as you took in the pitying sight of your dear brother. His eyes were red, rimmed with tears that he refused to release while facing you. The need to be a reliable older brother for you never diminishing.
"You have to win, you have to come back to me," was the first thing he said, his tone leaving no room for arguments. His hands fixed your hair, pushing the stray hairs down in an attempt to busy himself. You merely nodded, not convinced but the seething look he sent you was enough to make you straighten your back. "I mean it Y/n. You know you have a good chance. You're strong and resourceful and even though you don't like to admit it you're smart," you raised your brow at the end but he swiftly swatted at your head. "Don't give me that look, you know I'm right. And if that's not enough reason to win, I- I'll bake you a hundred cherry pies!" Like always, the mention of your favourite delicacy managed to get you to lighten up.
"Times up," a peacekeeper entered the room just as Jin frantically tried to memorise every last piece of you before he was dragged away from you. "You have to win Y/n! Please!" His pleads were silenced by the large oaken door. The room turned silent once more, only the sound of your breathing echoing between the hollow walls. The overthrown chair being the only evidence left of your brother's presence.
"Let's get going," You heard San's familiar voice outside as the door opened once more and Yunho came into sight. He was hunched in on himself, clearly not having accepted his current situation. The ride towards the train didn't take too long, with San mostly chatting away while Yunho quietly cried into his shirt. When San noticed you dozing off he made sure to give you a good scolding, something about manners was mentioned but you tuned him out.
Once you all boarded the train there wasn't much interesting to do, all those new Capitol gadgets weren't that impressive in your opinion and you'd much rather find a good bed to nap on. Unfortunately for you, San insisted on having lunch together and though you would have preferred to nap, you would never decline a good meal. Yunho quietly followed along, not bothering to voice his reluctance as he knew they would be ignored by your preppy escort.
The dining chamber was overly decorated- as everything from the Capitol was. A large table stood in the middle of it all and you noticed that the two victors that you could now call your mentors were seated on two lavish chairs. Soyeon looked up when she heard you come in, nodding towards you in acknowledgment while sipping from her cup of what seemed to be coffee. Mingi didn't bother to acknowledge either of you, simply continuing to bite off pieces of his toast.
You and Yunho sat down across from them. A sigh left you as you slumped into your chair, waiting for someone to break this dreaded silence. You eyed the table, already thinking of what you'll be putting on your plate while Yunho nervously fidgeted with his silverware. "We-"
"Is there a way for us to win?" Yunho's words came out in a rush, cutting off whatever Soyeon was about to say. Both of the mentors looked up at him, something akin to surprise reflecting in their eyes. You glanced at him, your expression indifferent as you reached for different kinds of fruits and dishes spread out in front of you. Soyeon shared a hopeful look with Mingi before turning back to your district mate with a polite smile on her face. "Of course, even though you are at a disadvantage there's always a way for you to win," her voice was encouraging but a part of you doubted whether she truly believed what she was saying.
"So- so what should we- I do?" Soyeon leaned forward in her seat, seemingly glad that he was actively searching for ways to survive this thing. Suddenly you seemed like an afterthought, but you didn't mind. You had never needed anyone else except for Jin, you're sure you can manage now. "I think it might be best in your case to try and find an alliance, though you should avoid the careers at all costs." Yunho nodded thoughtfully, "So that means one, two, and four right?"
Soyeon hummed, offering him a blueberry muffin that he gratefully took. "An alliance will help you significantly but you still have to make sure to stay guarded," It was the first thing that Mingi said, his voice deep and raspy from not having talked all day. Yunho seemed slightly shaken by the older man's attention on him before he glanced at you, wondering why you hadn't said a word either. To his horror, it seemed like you weren't even paying attention. You were eating like your stomach was a bottomless pit and suddenly his hopes of pairing up with you plummeted. What good would it do to have you as an ally if you'd eat all the rations?
"Do you have any specialties that could be helpful in the arena?" Soyeon questioned, her voice tinged with hope. Yunho thought for a moment before he opened his mouth to reply, "I'm really fast, and I can climb trees." Mingi let out a sigh at this which made the younger boy deflate but Soyeon was quick to intercept. "That's good, you don't have the strength to fight off stronger tributes but you'll be able to outrun them and sit the games out." It was hopeful thinking and all of you knew it.
"What about you?" Mingi narrowed his eyes at you, a hint of distaste lingering in his features as he watched you snacking on some rice. Three pairs of eyes suddenly turned to you, all curious and a bit apprehensive. You simply looked up, shrugging while chewing on the last of your rice. Mingi scoffed loudly, shaking his head while Soyeon hesitantly tried to think of a way to get you to talk. "What did you do back home?" She managed to get out. You sighed, knowing they wouldn't stop pestering you until you gave them a proper answer.
"I worked as a carpenter part-time and helped out at my brother's job at the pharmacy," the blonde woman brightened up at that, wheels turning in her head. "Can you handle an axe?" You merely nodded, already reaching for the hot pumpkin soup that San had been eating. It smelled impeccable. "What about plants- do you know how to distinguish them? That's what the help at the pharmacy is for right?" She turned to Mingi for confirmation and he subtly nodded, not taking his eyes off you as you devoured yet another meal. "I'm alright with plants," you replied, tongue almost burning from the hot soup.
"Will you put that spoon down for two seconds so we can decide whether you're salvageable or not?" Mingi suddenly snapped. You halted your actions for a moment, your eyes connecting with his dark brown ones. "Mingi," Soyeon warned him but he didn't back down, only glowering at you from his seat. "It won't change anything," your reply was swift, spoon already raised for another bite. The table turned silent at your remark before you let out an unexpected yawn.
"Can someone show me where I can take a nap?"
San sprung up from his chair, happy to be of assistance before he led you towards another train cart. "Right this way honey," you followed the pink-haired man but not before snatching another apple from the table. Your eyes met Mingi's once more before you turned away.
"What are we supposed to do with her," Mingi spat out, his hand running through his short hair. Yunho awkwardly looked down at his lap, playing with the fabric of his dress shirt that had once belonged to his father. He didn't think you would want to partner up with him and that worried him. Younger tributes often only had a chance at an alliance with their own district partner or with other young tributes. It seemed like neither of those options would work out for him.
Soyeon nodded along, some part of her agreeing with her co-mentor. She understood that if a tribute does not want help, it would have no point to try and convince them as it would only waste both of their time. And yet some small part of her knew that you weren't a lost cause yet. Alas whether or not you would accept their offered help was for another time as she noticed that the whole situation had put Yunho in an uncertain position. She pitied the boy enough already and didn't want to torture him with any more of these matters.
"Don't worry Yunho, she'll come by," she reached across the table to hold the younger boy's hand. He attempted to give a reassuring smile but he doubted it came across like that. He eyed the empty seat beside him once more before averting his gaze toward his empty plate. He had to eat if he wanted a chance at survival.
The two mentors watched the boy eat in silence, it was clear to them that he wasn't a big eater like you were. They doubted anyone was a big eater like you. Mingi blanked at the thought of you. He wasn't a big fan of the mentoring aspect of being a victor but he didn't have a choice in the matter. You weren't that unlikeable either, but your behaviour had put him on edge and he didn't like that. It left him anxious as many things did.
The sound of a door sliding open caught their attention. San strutted inside, a pleased smile on his face, "what a delightful young girl! She was out the minute her head touched that pillow." Mingi restrained himself from rolling his eyes, he didn't expect any less from you. "Now who will be assigned to which tribute?" San's question was left unanswered for a moment as neither Soyeon nor Mingi were very sure of their tributes this year. "Come on now! I need an answer," the escort pushed on, his tablet in hand while he waited impatiently.
Yunho looked up at Soyeon with hopeful eyes and the woman didn't want to disappoint the already mellow boy. "I'll take Yunho," she ultimately replied. Mingi sighed deeply, sinking into his chair as that left him with you. He had to think through which strategies would be fitting for you and how to approach you on the matter altogether.
After lunch ended, Mingi didn't stick around any longer as Soyeon and Yunho started watching the reapings to get an idea of who to look out for in the arena. Mingi was aware of the fact that he was short on time, you would all be arriving in the Capitol by morning and he still had so many things to plan.
Sleep had come easy to you, as it always did. Unfortunately, morning didn't come lightly to you as a large, brooding figure towered over you. You awoke startled, sleep fading from your eyes as you warily watched Mingi stand beside your bed. Notably, he wasn't glaring at you for the first time since he met you.
"Finally, you're awake. Let's go over strategies," he merely said, his expression blank as he sat down beside you. A groan left your mouth as you sat up, rubbing your eyes groggily. You noticed he was already dressed for the day though his hair still messily laid atop his head. "Here," he shoved a plate filled with pastries and fruits towards you. It took less than a second for you to grab the thing. "First things first, we'll be arriving at the Capitol in two hours so we don't have a lot of time." You quietly watched him while chewing on a blueberry, feeling slightly more awake than before, enough so to figure out that Mingi had been chosen to be your appointed mentor for the next week.
"I need you to listen to what I say," his voice was serious, not a hint of hesitance on his face as he stared right at you. Your face remained guarded but you gave him a subtle nod. His face loosened at your compliance, "The one thing that can be the difference between life and death is sponsors. Some water, food, or ointment is what could save your life and to get sponsors you have to be liked." The statement left you quiet, your teeth digging into your lower lip as you thought about what your next step would be. Mingi noticed your apprehension, he knew you wouldn't like this but you needed to hear this. "We need to come up with a persona- with a certain gimmick that the Capitol would like-"
"No." Your answer was resolute, and your eyes narrowed. Mingi sighed deeply, leaning forward to stress the importance of this. "I won't perform for them," you quickly added. Mingi understood, he truly did but if you wanted a sliver chance at survival you needed to do this. "Y/n, it's non-negotiable." You eyed him in distaste, the breakfast he brought you seemed less of a peace offering and more of a bribe now. You remained silent, knowing that he wouldn't accept any arguments. However, it did not mean you had to be happy about it. "Perhaps you should play it safe by acting shy, play into your soft side. It'll give you an advantage in the arena. Or-or you could try and be charismatic but I doubt that'll work," Mingi seemed lost in his mind, not noticing the quiet scoff that escaped your mouth.
"Anyway, when we arrive at the Capitol you'll need to smile and wave at the crowd. Got it?" He looked at you for approval though you avoided his penetrating gaze. You would not be complying but you wouldn't lie either, so avoidance it was. You absentmindedly hummed, finishing the last of your breakfast. Mingi stood up with a nod, seemingly accepting your answer. "We'll see where tonight leads us and then I'll look into any further options," he said in the end before turning to take his leave.
"Wash up we'll be arriving soon," his words were meant to be advising and somewhat kind but it sounded more like threat than anything else.
Mingi was right to assume you wouldn't listen to him. The moment the train came to a halt and those doors opened, you trudged at the back of your group. You kept your face blank as the citizens of Panem screeched and hollered for your attention. You didn't bother offering anyone a smile or wave unlike what you and Mingi had agreed upon.
The older man sighed deeply, the frown on his face deepening as he watched you shuffle towards the Remake Center. He spared a glance towards Yunho, who was shyly grinning at the audience. At least he was holding up nicely, if there weren't too many young tributes this year Yunho might have a chance of becoming the most adoring tribute of the year. Soyeon sent a questioning glance at Mingi, he had discussed his plan for you earlier in the morning. The dark-haired man could only shrug, a headache already brewing in the forefront of his mind. He could only hope you would comply with Hongjoong.
You looked around lazily, you've decided that your go-to approach would be indifference from now on. It would cause the least amount of ruckus in your opinion. The walk from the train to the Remake Centre shouldn't in principle take too long, a mere seven-minute walk but somehow it had already stretched out into fifteen minutes. It seemed as if the colorful wigs and high-pitched cheers would never end. You wondered if this was what Capitol life entailed, it didn't seem very pleasing to you.
The never-ending walk was finally coming to its end and you couldn't have been less subtle on your escape. One moment you were behind your mentors and the next you were already in the Remake Centre with three green-haired people whisking you away to god knows where. One of the women had a darker shade of green hair, you quickly decided she was the least bothersome of the three that apparently decided on a theme for this year's Games. She quickly introduced herself as Tzuyu and mentioned that it was her first year as part of the prep team. The other green-haired woman quickly shushed her, telling her off for speaking with a tribute which ended the introductions pretty quickly.
You discovered that you were not a fan of waxing. The intense wash and thorough scrub were pleasant enough if you ignored the fact that three strangers were touching your body without consent. Once they removed every single hair of your body and primped you to their satisfaction, you thought that you would be done with all this bother. But alas you were dragged into yet another room. It was cold and empty, void of the overwhelming color scheme of most things in the Capitol. You sat there for a moment, a thin towel being your only coverage. Suddenly the door clicked and a short man walked in. His bright blue hair immediately stood out to you, it was slicked down with a single swirl stuck to his forehead. You wondered whether you'd ever see a citizen of the Capitol with a natural hair color but you doubted it.
"My darling you are gorgeous," was the first thing that came from his mouth and surprisingly his voice was as shrill as you had feared. You eyed him with apprehension, his charming smile wouldn't be enough to win you over. "My name is Hongjoong and I'll be your personal stylist," he extended his hand, expectantly waiting for you to place yours in his but you simply glanced down.
He got the message pretty quickly, but the smile never faltered from his face even as he dropped his hand back to his side. "Tonight they'll have the tribute parade," he started while he examined you from every angle, "we are expected to dress you in the clothes from your district. For district seven we usually go for brown colors and tree bark patterns. I've decided to switch it up a little."
The grin he sent your way made you blink a few times, dumbfounded at what else he could have invented. "Come, darling, let's get you out of this horrid piece of cloth," he extended his hand towards you and you eyed it critically before reluctantly placing your freshly manicured hand in his. The action made the grin on his face widen, his eyes hiding the million thoughts that raced through his mind.
⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ GETTING REAPED for the 99th hunger games wasn’t on your bingo card…. but neither was falling for your mentor who would be the one to hold your hand while leading you to your death!
𝒫AIRING. . . song mingi x fem!reader
𝒲ORDCOUNT. . . 5.9k and counting . . .
𝒢ENRE. . . romance, fluff, angst, series
𝒲ARNINGS. . . profanity, further warnings will be added to each chapter
ℐOAEZZ. . . when i said the hunger games au fics had a chokehold on me i wasn’t lying… anyway this is my attempt at writing this! guys if you have other hunger games au’s please please please tell me. it’s been so suffocating without another good one on my tbr list…
( 𝒜teez ) . . . ♱ what is this? find 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 i’ve written for ateez ♱ . . . main masterlist ━━━ ioaezz. ౨ৎ
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01. dear daughter getting reaped for the 99th hunger games wasn’t on your bingo card…. but neither was falling for your mentor who would be the one to hold your hand while leading you to your death!
i just realised that i truly have free will. . . which means i can write about modern!reader dressed up as the lorax being transported into hotd ₍ᐡ-᷅ ·̫ -᷄ᐡ₎
just saw a request that is so mind boggling & heart wrenching but i can’t find it in me to write it ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა sorry to the anon! it’ll take a while!
i was just reading and i was wondering if you have a stray kids masterlist? i didnt see it on your main one but i saw one part of the a series of skz, i hope i didnt come off as rude <33
hii! i’ve decided to stop writing for skz a while ago but haven’t found the motivation to take everything down from my page! sorry for the misunderstanding && don’t worry about seeming rude!! ๑´ ³`)ﾉ
is there any way you can put a warning for death in childbirth for the cregan stark fic? some people might find that subject matter triggering
yes of course! i’m sorry if it triggered someone, i wasn’t too certain what to put there but i’ll change it right now. if there is anything else please don’t hesitate to tell me!
⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ KING VISERYS HOSTS a tourney and feast after the birth of his seventh grandchild, though you’d rather hide yourself in your books, dreaming of your own prince charming. fortunately for you he comes in the form of a muscular, brooding northerner named cregan stark.
𝒫AIRING. . . cregan stark x fem!velaryon!reader
𝒲ORDCOUNT. . . 11.4 k
𝒢ENRE. . . lots of romance, fluff, angsty ending, no dance of the dragon au, love at first sight, kinda grumpy x sunshine but not really.
𝒲ARNINGS. . . profanity, ooc cregan?, unrealistic relationships, death in childbirth, mention of decapitation, targcest (not reader tho), reader has white hair and violet eyes but her father isn’t explicitly described, pregnancy, nudity, birth, mention of sex, blood, aegon, not proofread, uhhh i think that’s it??
ℐOAEZZ. . . this has been in my drafts for a while but i was too lazy to publish it… anyways it was supposed to be a small drabble but turned out much longer than i had expected.
ℬooks had always been your form of escapism. The fairytales kept the harsh reality off your mind even if for only a couple of hours. Your brothers never understood your love for it as they preferred to fly around on their dragons. Your mother found this passion of yours endearing and wasn't surprised to discover that you weren't as opposed to marriage as she had been when she was younger.
The tales in your books spoke of true love. Both passionate and gentle, which you couldn't help but crave to have one day. Although the couples that surrounded you weren't as sincere as you would have liked for yourself, you still held out some hope that you would find your own Prince Charming.
He came in the form of Lord Cregan Stark. A brooding, muscular man from the North who hadn't even given marriage a thought until his council forced it upon him. He needed heirs they had said and so with much protest, he began scouring for a wife that could take on the title 'Lady of Winterfell'. He had never dared to even consider you, who was the princess of the realm, believing that both your status and blood would not be fit for the brutal winters in the North.
Yet when he met you for the very first time at a tournament in King's Landing to celebrate the birth of Prince Aegon and Princess Helaena's second child, he couldn't imagine having anyone else as his wife. He could still vividly remember the way your pastel pink dress hugged your form as you sat beside your younger brothers, a book in your grasp as you entirely ignored the cries of a knight who had been decapitated. As much as he tried, he was unable to rip his eyes off you as a remote smile graced your lips at something that must have occurred in your book.
During the feast that followed you were seated at the extensive table in the front, between your uncle Aemond and brother Jacaerys as some form of barrier to separate the Greens from the Blacks. Music was played beautifully and people danced joyfully, yet you remained invested in the happenings of your book. Cregan cast a look at the Maester he had brought with him before moving to stand. The people around him watched on in curiosity, the Lord of Winterfell didn't exactly seem like the dancing type. He made his way towards your table, bowing his head at the King and Queen as well as to your mother, who was just as inquisitive as everyone else.
He shifted to stand in front of you, not that you noticed as you turned another page of your book. Cregan didn't mind your oblivion, waiting patiently for you to notice him which could have taken much longer if not for Prince Daemon who nudged you softly. You looked up at your step-father with questioning eyes before turning to face the Lord who your father motioned to. A blush spread across your face as you ultimately caught sight of the handsome man in front of you who watched on in amusement.
“I apologize for not noticing you earlier Lord Stark,” your voice was sweeter than any honey he had ever tasted, which made his heart throb beneath the layers of fur. “It is I who must apologize for distracting you, princess. I take it is an entertaining story you were reading?” the words caused Aemond to scoff as he quietly listened on but neither of you took notice of it.
Your eyes shone brightly at the mention of your book, exhilarated at the prospect of sharing something so dear to you, “it certainly is one of my preferred books. I could lend it to you if you wish?” Your offer entertained Cregan as he'd never even considered reading something that hadn't been for studies, but he nodded nonetheless.
“Perhaps you could tell me more about it whilst we share a dance,” his offer was sly, Rhaenyra had to give it to him, but she was pleased as long as her daughter was. Heat rose to your cheeks as you shyly nodded, not used to such kind Lords who were truly interested in you. You rose to your feet, placing your beloved book on your chair before stepping around the table. He offered his arm which you gratefully took only to be stunned by his muscles which were hidden underneath the layers of clothing. Cregan had quickly taken notice of your astonishment and felt a sense of satisfaction fill him as his lips scarcely tugged upwards.
He led you towards the dance floor as people got out of your way, but your gaze remained on the man beside you. His dark eyes met your violet ones, which sent your heart racing as you offered him a nervous smile. You fell into the rhythm of the music, dancing with such a grace that left Cregan speechless, but he had to snap out of his daze if he wished to impress you.
“I like your accent,” the words escaped your lips so easily which startled him. His eyes dilated, his eyebrow raised as a rare grin rose on his handsome face. “Thank you, princess. I find yours entrancing as well,” his low voice sent flutters through your stomach as you smiled at him. “I must admit, I have never seen anyone so enraptured by a mere book.” The excitement rose in you once more at the turn in conversation, speaking with much vigor, which Cregan appreciated more than anything.
Your evening was spent with the Warden of the North, never straying too far from him as conversation flew between you, never faltering. Your family had witnessed this as well, deeming it unusual behavior from you but not unwelcome. After all, it had been time for you to get married, which Rhaenyra attempted to put off for as long as possible in the hopes that you would find a husband on your own.
“Is this Cregan Stark still available?” Your mother questioned as the King glanced at his wife with much excitement, which she didn't reciprocate.
“Yes, he has yet to marry. I heard he is in search of a wife,” Viserys expressed his elation effortlessly which made his eldest son envious of his niece as the King hadn't even been half as delighted during his marriage, not even for the birth of his grandchildren. The following day most Lords and Ladies began returning towards their own regions, which included Cregan Stark.
The man felt disappointment within him that he would be parting from you so soon, but you had promised him the evening before to come bid him farewell in the morning. A profound frown was etched upon his face, which perished at the sight of you approaching him in a simple yet exquisite red dress. The rather sad expression you wore tugged at his heartstrings as he took quick steps to reach you. His hands enveloped your soft ones, and he pressed a gentle kiss on them which made you smile bashfully.
“I shall miss our banter, Lord Stark,” you mumbled, heart heavy, but the man attempted to soothe you despite his own heartache. “There are no words to describe how much I will as well my princess.” A reassuring smile tugged at his lips, streaks of his hair flying around at a sudden soft breeze of wind. Your eyes softened, and you glanced around to make sure there were no eyes pointed towards you before quickly engulfing him in a hug that took him by surprise. While he knew it would be frowned upon, he couldn't resist wrapping his arms around you to relish in your touch.
You stayed like that for a couple more moments before you had to let go. However before you got another chance to say anything, a hand abruptly fell upon your shoulder. You jolted slightly, taken by surprise only to relax once you saw it was your father. Cregan narrowed his eyes at the sight of the Rogue Prince but respectfully bowed his head, which amused Daemon.
“The King has requested your presence,” his words were laced with what you could only call mirth as Cregan furrowed his brows in puzzlement but nodded nonetheless. The two men walked beside one another, their presence demanding respect, as you were left to follow them with a much softer grace.
The three of you entered the throne hall where your grandsire was seated, the Queen by his side whilst your mother stood on his left with a reassuring smile on her face. "Your Grace," Cregan bowed deeply, his form tense as he awaited what Viserys had wished to discuss.
"I propose a betrothal," the words were straightforward and surprised the both of you. Your fingers clenched behind your back as you remained impassive, keeping your shoulders wide and chin high, "my daughter has brought the notion to my attention to betroth you to my firstborn granddaughter, princess Y/n Velaryon as I heard you were in search for a wife." Your eyes widened and jaw slackened as you glanced between your family who were watching you with a keen eye. You then turned your gaze towards Cregan who met your eyes with much vigor. His eyes were questioning whether you wished for this as well and at the quirk of the corners of your mouth he smiled in return, relief falling upon him as he realised you would remain by his side.
"I heartily agree with this proposal," his voice was low yet clear, and it sent shivers down your spine as you watched your betrothed with adoration despite only knowing him for a day.
The king smiled widely, "This is absolutely wonderful news!" He cheered loudly. Alicent cast her gaze down, a trembling sigh leaving her lips as she thought about what this meant, "Though it does bring us to the complication of agreements." Cregan dutifully nodded his head as a thoughtful look appeared on his face while you watched on in worry that he might retract his previous statement due to you being Rhaenyra's heir.
"As Princess Y/n is Princess Rhaenyra's heir she shall inherit the throne one day, and you will have to become her King-consort," Cregan had realised this as well and nodded along, figuring it would be long from now that this would happen, and he would have an heir of his own to become Warden of the North, "Your firstborn child will be set to inherit the Iron Throne and your second-born will inherit Winterfell."
Your breath hitched as you awaited Cregan's reply, hoping he would agree, "I see no issue with this, your grace," a wide smile spread across your face. Your feet itched to move closer to your betrothed who couldn't stand to be away from you either, but he had a final proposition to make, "Though I have one request." Your mother raised her brow in anticipation, wondering what he might have to say, while your grandsire nodded.
"I wish for the wedding to take place in Winterfell, in the way of the Old Gods," Alicent was quick to protest but Viserys hushed her as he pondered about it. He cast a glance at his daughter who didn't seem to be against it, she knew her daughter wasn't exceptionally religious.
"Very well, you shall travel back to Winterfell and within six moons we will follow for the marriage," the King agreed. Cregan nodded, bowing a final time before turning to leave with a pleased expression on his face. On his way out, he intertwined his hand with yours which sent your heart fluttering as you followed him outside.
"I am sorry you didn't have a say in this-" but before Cregan could finish his sentence, you wrapped your arms around his neck, much more intimate than the modest hug that you had shared earlier. "Do not apologise. I could not have been happier with this betrothal," you mumbled into his ear, his face pressed into your neck as he smiled widely, which was so unlike his usual brooding expression.
The months passed by far too slowly in your opinion. Winter washed over, and your grandfather ensured that supplies were sent to Winterfell so they could survive this winter more easily. Some on the council had protested as they had never done such a thing before, but the King declared it final as Winterfell was about to become your home. Cregan was grateful for the supplies which greatly helped his people, but a lingering bitterness remained at the fact that so many lives could have been spared if the King had done this sooner.
The preparations for your wedding were larger than the one of your uncle and aunt, the entire realm was eager for the marriage of the woman that would become their Queen one day. The people in the North were delighted to be able to host such an extensive event, as it took their minds off the dreary weather. The wedding would take place in the middle of the summer during the warmest days of the North, but snow would still cover everything in sight.
You exchanged letters with Cregan through ravens, who was always delighted to receive them as you told him everything that had happened since your last letter. It took the young Lord a while to come up with his own anecdotes as he was a man of few words, but he made an effort for you as he knew how much joy the letters brought you. He had given you the charge of most things like flower arrangements, cake, and guests as he wished for you to have your dream wedding like within your stories while he handled the more tedious aspects.
When the week of the wedding finally approached you couldn't wipe the smile off your face, much to your family's pleasure. They listened on and on about your dear Cregan who had sent you new books. Your brothers had the tendency to whine about it, but your stepsisters quickly shut them up with a kick to the shin as they admired how you radiated contentment.
By the time you and your family would be departing from Dragonstone on dragon back, most of the Kingdom had already reached Winterfell. They stayed in the most luxurious inns the North had to offer, which wasn't quite a lot while suffering from the cold.
You climbed upon Vermithor, who seemed glad to see you, and you could only pray he wouldn't mind the cold too much. You and your family left Dragonstone together, everyone flying on their respective dragon, joyful to be spending time together before you would be separated from them. Your uncles and aunt had wished to travel by dragon as well, even willing to fly with your family, but their mother had refused, ordering them to ride in the carriage with her and their father.
It took you a couple of days to reach Winterfell and you had to admit it was colder than you had expected, but you didn't mind it as much as Lucerys who was shaking in his boots. You admired the white snow that covered every surface when people started shouting from beneath, announcing your presence. Cregan stood at the clearing they had prepared for the dragons with his half-sister somewhere behind him, watching on in amazement as the large creatures landed.
His eyes were filled with marvel as he saw the different sizes and colors of the dragons, recalling all the things you wrote about your beloved Vermithor. His gaze searched for you atop your dragon and once he finally found you his heart leaped in his throat, his hands itching to touch you after such a long time apart. Caraxes screeched loudly as people all flocked around, in an attempt to see their future Lady for the first time. Daemon was the first one to descend his dragon, followed by Rhaenyra and Rhaenys.
Lucerys all but clumsily fell off Arrax, his teeth chattering as Rhaena caught him with a hearty laugh after having climbed off Meleys. You chuckled at the sight, patting Vermithor as he attempted to acclimatize to the cold weather. He bowed down for you to descend him and Cregan's breath was caught in his throat as he all but wished to wrap you within his arms, but he knew better than to approach you with so many dragons around. Once you noticed your betrothed, a smile appeared on your face, and you dismissed the whispers around you as the people of Winterfell gawked at you.
Although everything within you screamed to jump into his arms as you had yearned to for months, you stepped closer to your family as it was your duty. "My princess," Cregan's eyes were filled with adoration, an uncommon sight for the people around him as Sara had to contain a very unladylike snort. Your eyes shimmered with what most people could only describe as tenderness as you gazed upon your betrothed. He greeted your family members respectfully and much to your delight they seemed to accept him quicker than you would have thought. It wasn't too far-fetched as they knew of how an honorable man he truly was and your continuous tales of how sweet he was certainly helped to get used to the thought of accepting him as your husband.
He stretched out his arm which you took happily, glad to hold him once more before he led you towards the hall where a feast would be held. Your grandfather and remaining family had shown up as well as the most notorious Lords such as Jason and Tyland Lannister and Otto Hightower. You took a seat at the head of the table, beside your betrothed with your cousin Baela on your other side as she squeezed your hand in support, a giddy smile on her face.
The meal was enjoyable as you conversed with Cregan and his half-sister, already quickly falling in place within the North. Your uncle Aegon had been drowning himself in his cups and once the time came for toasts you nervously fiddled with your rings. Cregan instantly took notice of this and encased them within his own calloused ones, you moved to sit closer to him, which he didn't oppose to. He gave you a loving smile that felt way more intimate than you had expected.
Viserys moved to stand, his cup raised as the table turned quiet, "A tribute to my dear granddaughter who is to be married to the honorable Cregan Stark. I wish your marriage good prosperity and demand that you visit your poor grandsire," he jested lightly, and a smile cracked on your face as you nodded at him, stroking your betrothed's hand underneath the table.
He placed a brisk kiss on your delicate hand before standing as well raising his glass, "Thank you, your Grace. I am incredibly honored to be the husband of my princess Y/n and shall vie to appease her every wish during our marriage. To my princess Y/n." Everyone at the table took a sip of their beverage, and you blushed under Cregan's gaze as a teasing grin tugged at his lips, his hand resting on your thigh.
"I wish to raise my cup to my cousin, princess Y/n," Baela declared. She glanced towards you, her eyes sparkling underneath the fires that illuminated the room before she spoke, "Although we haven't grown up together as children, I feel as though we are sisters. She has been the greatest comfort of mine when my late mother passed, and I believe there is not a finer woman in the Seven Kingdoms. To princess Y/n," you took a sip from your goblet, sending your cousin an appreciative look.
Sara hesitated for a second, as she technically wasn't supposed to be at the feast with her being commonly known as a bastard but upon seeing your reassuring smile she gathered the courage to stand, "I would like to toast to my half-brother, Lord Cregan," your betrothed seemed visibly surprised but remained quiet as he listened to what she had to say. "As many of you may know, he is an honorable man. Stern and oftentimes grim as he fulfills his duties to take care of his people. Though ever since he met princess Y/n all those moons ago, he has become more loving, and I have no doubt in mind that she has melted the cold ice that surrounded his heart, which I heartily thank her for."
You smiled widely at her words, turning to look at Cregan who was already watching you as if you had hung the stars in the sky. His face was free of any creases, an accomplishment in itself, and the warmth surrounding him seemed so inviting as you wished to be buried within his arms. At that moment, you conceded that you had truly found your own fairy tale. The feeling within you couldn't be described with mere words despite your wide vocabulary. The way that your beat for him was almost unorthodox, and you thought that if you could, you would truly have given the organ to him if he wished so.
"I raise my cup to my niece."
The words snapped you out of your daze as dread filled your senses. You quickly turned towards your uncle, Aegon who was shakily standing with the help of his mother after she had attempted to silence him. Your hand tightened around Cregan, the peaceful expression that graced his face long gone as he worried about you. He had heard rumors about your drunken uncle who bedded girls that weren't willing and ignored his poor sister-wife.
Rhaenyra let out a deep sigh, bringing a hand to rub her temple while Jace seethed from beside her. "I reminisce our years together with much fondness," he slurred, a hazy grin on his face as he gazed upon you. Cregan glared at him but remained silent, "I recall the day your mother had proposed our betrothal, and I was sad to learn that we would not be married. After all, I am sure that you will please your husband in various aspects though know that I am always ready to please you as well-" Alicent hissed at him, pulling him down while Viserys slammed his hand into the table angrily.
"Aegon!" You were absolutely mortified and Cregan had stood up, a vicious storm behind his eyes as he towered over the table. Your hand quickly reached for him, caressing his skin softly as you attempted to calm him with loving words. "It is alright, my love. Do not worry about me," you whispered to him, brushing his hair behind his ear. The remaining part of the meal went by smoothly though Cregan kept a close eye on your uncle and once the time came to return to your chambers he made sure no maids were anywhere near Aegon.
He walked you back to your chamber, placing a kiss on your cheek before you went to sleep. Come morn you awakened with much jitters, not having slept much as it was the morning of your wedding. Maids were rushing around you, opening the curtains to let the sun in, which, according to one of them was a sign of promising marriage. Your mother had entered your chamber not long after, expressing her wish to dress you herself, and you agreed with a smile.
You were sitting in a plush chair, already donning a deep red colored dress with black embroidered flowers. The sleeves dangled from your hands that rested upon the armrest while your mother stood behind you with her fingers in your hair, plaiting your silver hair delicately. You cast a glance towards the cloak that bore the Velaryon sigil, before returning your gaze to your reflection with a trembling sigh.
"Do not worry, sweet girl," your mother sent you a warm smile which always managed to soothe you whenever you were anxious. Her fingers skillfully braided the last loose strands, revealing an intricate Targaryen hairstyle that would represent your heritage partly. "Though I'm delighted to be marrying Cregan, I am sad that I will not see you as much mother," the words tumbled from your lips, so quiet that Rhaenyra had barely heard them. She let go of your hair, moving to stand in front of you before placing a warm hand on your cheek. Your eyes shimmered with unshed tears as she straightened your brows gently.
"We will visit as shall you," she promised, leaning down to press a lingering kiss against your forehead as you closed your eyes. A knock echoed across the room, and you called for them to enter, only to reveal Jace, who would be the one to give you away. Since your father was dead, that duty passed onto him. "It is time," he declared, closing the door behind him as he decided to wait aside with a nod from Rhaenyra.
She offered you another motherly smile that you shakily returned before pulling yourself from the comfortable chair. The sleeves of your dress slipped into place as you smoothed the gown of any creases. You straightened as you noticed your mother holding the cloak you were to wear during the ceremony. She gently placed it upon your shoulders as its warmth engulfed you.
“You look beautiful,” the words lingered in your mind, and you gave your reflection one last glance before gradually turning to walk towards Jace. Your brother smiled at you, and you reciprocated the sentiment, wrapping your arm around his as he escorted you outside. The streets were barren as everyone had assembled by the Weirwood tree where the ceremony would take place. Your steps synchronized with your brother's while your mother had gone ahead.
“How are you feeling?” The inquiry made you look up from your feet, opening your mouth, yet no words came out, “Do not attempt to fool me, sister,” he grinned which loosened you up a bit. “I am happy, truly. I am a bit nervous, but I suppose anyone would be,” she hummed.
“Do you have any regrets about this union? If so, I will not hesitate to take you back to Dragonstone,” the statement brought a laugh out of you as you glanced at your brother. “I appreciate the offer but no, thank you.”
The walk had come to an end as you saw the mass of people awaiting your arrival. The two of you halted to let you ready yourself as Jace placed a kiss on the crown of your head. With a nod, you resumed the trek and people quieted down once they caught sight of you.
Cregan felt as though he might cry as he looked upon you.
You looked utterly heavenly. He could stare at you for hours on end without tiring of the sight, and suddenly the amount of people didn't matter anymore. The agonizing months he waited for you were all worth it. The unhurried steps you took towards him couldn't be any slower as he longed to hold you once more, to protect you from any harm that the world had to offer.
Your hand tightened around Jace's arm as you gazed at Cregan and you knew that you would never regret being with him. His dark hair was in his usual manner, but it fit him perfectly, and you longed to touch it. Once you reached the heart tree, you could only look at Cregan fearing that if you'd tear your eyes off him, you'll perish into a heap of nothingness.
“Who comes before the Old Gods this night?” Cregan had chosen his closest friend Lord Cerwyn as the officiator since he didn't have any male family left. “Y/n, of the House Velaryon and Targaryen, princess of the realm and heir to the Iron Throne, comes here to be wed. A woman grown, true-born and noble. She comes to beg the blessing of the Gods. Who comes to claim her?” Jace spoke the words he had been rehearsing the entire week faultlessly, which made a sense of pride fill you. Cregan stepped forward, his shoulders broad as he looked down at you, eyes filled with adoration, “Cregan, of House Stark, Lord of Winterfell. Who gives her?”
If Daemon were to be truly honest he found the ceremony a bit bizarre but kept his mouth shut as he shot a glance at his wife who was watching on with watery eyes. “Jacaerys, of the House Velaryon and Targaryen, who is her brother.”
“Princess Y/n, do you take this man?” Your eyes spoke for themselves, and you didn't hesitate to speak the following words, “I take this man.” Cregan repressed the wide smile from spreading across his face, but you could simply tell how joyful he was by the shimmering in his darkened eyes. You gently unwind your arm from your brother's as you take a step forward, joining hands with Cregan who softly caressed your skin.
You two turn towards the Weirwood tree before kneeling. Your knee dug into the cold snow, and your skin lit on fire as you truly realised you were to be with your beloved Cregan for the rest of your days. You bowed your head as a token of submission, you think of a prayer but decided to keep it simple since you were still affiliated with the Valyrian believe. Prayers about the safety of your family were the first ones that came to mind, which were followed by prayers of a good marriage with healthy children. When time came you rose, not bothering to wipe the snow off your knees as you turned to face Cregan.
His hands move towards your shoulder, removing the cloak that held the Velaryon sigil before handing it to your brother who stood not too far from you. A shiver ran through your body at the loss of warmth, but it was quickly quelled by the fur coat that bore the sigil of House Stark. A deep breath escaped your tinted lips which caught Cregan's attention. His fingers rested under your chin as he tilted your face up gently before leaning down to capture your lips, sealing your life together.
Your fingers were nimbly holding his cloak, attempting to keep it as modest as possible. His lips were dry but soft, he breathed life into you as his nose pressed into your cheek. You wished to remain like this until your last days but retracted once you heard cheers from the crowd. When you separated, you could only describe yourself as breathless despite it being a timid kiss. The corners of Cregan's lips, which you had just kissed, tilted upwards at the sight of your mild pants. He glanced up at the abundance of people before returning his gaze to you with a teasing glint in his eyes. You furrowed your brows, a question hanging on the tip of your tongue, but before you ever got to ask anything he leaned down to carry you.
Your eyes widened as you hung in his arms, your knees dangling from his arm while his other one supported your back. Your arms had automatically wrapped around his neck, which moved your faces closer. His eyes held a warmth that never ceased around you as he looked up at you. “Have I told you yet how beautiful you look?” His brow raised as a teasing smirk graced his pretty features.
You wordlessly shook your head, still in some after-shock which only made him chuckle, “We are surrounded by so much beauty but nothing could ever compare to you.” The words made you giggle softly, hiding your face in the furs of his cloak in an attempt to hide your growing blush. Cregan couldn't express the pure love he held for you in that simple moment, so he resorted to placing a soft kiss to the side of your face.
“Are you two going to stay here forever?” Baela teased after most guests had moved towards the hall where a feast would be held. Lucerys was one of the first people to leave, nearly running to escape the harsh wind outside. Your husband nodded before carefully carrying you back towards your home.
The feast was a joyous event, spent by your family's side and opening gifts. You let out a gasp at the sight of a stack of books that were presented by Lady Arryn. “I do hope you enjoy these books that we had shipped from Dorne. They differ from ours greatly, so I reckoned that you have yet to read tales like these,” you thanked the woman earnestly, already reaching for one to show to your husband who nodded along, listening with much pleasure to the sound of your voice.
“I have a gift for you as well, my love,” he announced which made you perk up in your seat beside him. Sara quickly nodded, hurrying off to fetch your supposed gift as you questioned Cregan insistently which made him chuckle while caressing your hair gently. Your sister-in-law returned not long after, and the sight had you jumping out of your seat to meet her halfway. Your husband quickly followed, keeping a hand on the small of your back as he eyed your reaction carefully.
A tiny direwolf was placed into your arms that made you coo softly. You looked up at Cregan, your eyes sparkling with gratitude, before you leaned up to place a kiss on his lips. “Cregan, thank you so much. I wish I could give you a dragon in return, but unfortunately…" you trailed off with a sheepish smile which made him chuckle, moving to wrap his arms around your waist and rest his chin on your shoulder while looking down at the white wolf in your arms. The animal had quickly settled in your arms, content with the warmth you provided.
“Have you decided on its name yet?” He inquired as his breath tickled your skin in a delightful manner. You pondered for a moment, “Perhaps I should call him Laenor.” Cregan offered you a soft smile, kissing your cheek as a form of comfort.
“I see you have completely integrated already, dear cousin,” Rhaena jested, glancing at the direwolf curiously, which made you giggle. “I think it is time we retreat to our chamber, do you not Lady-wife?” Cregan's voice was low as he whispered the words into your ear, eager to get away from everyone to be with you in solitude. You blinked owlishly, nodding slowly before glancing back at your parents, who were already watching you with tender smiles. You returned the gesture, waving as best as you could with your direwolf in your arms before moving to leave with your husband.
The halls were mainly empty sans for the maids and guards, but you didn't pay them any mind as Cregan led you towards your shared chambers. Once you entered the large room you noticed that the fireplace had been lit in advance, but you didn't get the chance to explore your new apartments as Cregan tugged you towards the bed. You quickly paused to gently place Laenor on the rug that was placed in front of the hearth before returning to your husband's side. He was sitting on the side of the extensive bed that was piled with furs and covers which you already knew would feel heavenly.
You stood in front of your husband as he placed his hands on your waist before he lifted you to sit on his lap with your legs thrown on either side of him. “I could get used to this sight,” he chuckled, his hands moving across your back as you leaned down with a grin, “could you now, Lord-husband?”
He hummed, nose pressed against your neck as he placed kisses anywhere he could reach. A deep sigh left your nose as you closed your eyes, leaning your head back to give him more space to work with, which made him chuckle. Your fingers tangled between his hair as you had wished to do all day. Suddenly, you felt him scrape his teeth against the sensitive skin of your neck which nearly made you moan.
Your grip on his hair tightened, a resonant groan escaping his lips before he gently twisted for you to lay on the bed with him hovering above you. He gazed intensely into your eyes before leaning up to get rid of the clothing that was donned upon his upper body. Your fingers traced the muscles on his stomach softly before you leaned up to place kisses against his chest. “I cannot take this torture any longer, my love. I must know whether you want this as much as I do?” He gripped your head firmly, resting his forehead on yours while his nose bumped into yours.
“I do Cregan,” you swore, he let go of any restraint that he had left in him and passionately pressed his lips against yours. His tongue slipped into your mouth as you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him impossibly closer. A low moan escaped his lips, right into your mouth as you accidentally pressed your knee against his bulge that had formed beneath the layer of clothing.
And that night you discovered that there was no sound on earth that you loved more than his.
Years had flown by, and you remained with your husband, the love you two shared for one another never diminished. While you enjoyed your life greatly, you couldn't say that it was all easy. The winters were harsh, and you missed your family incredibly as you only managed to visit one another a handful of times.
The thing that was bothering you the most though was the fact that you still hadn't become pregnant. It certainly wasn't for lack of trying, as you couldn't remember a time when you hadn't been bedded for more than three days. Cregan wasn't too bothered by it, but you could tell that it was something that some people gossiped about. After all, you had to have at the very least two children, one for you as heir and one for Cregan. Your husband insisted that it didn't matter and that he was happy with you either way, but you couldn't stop the doubt from seeping in, especially not with the council hovering around you every second of the day.
“Perhaps she is infertile,” the Maester had suggested, which sent them into an uproar, asking what of the heir that was needed. Cregan quickly silenced them by slamming his fists into the table, a seething expression on his face as he defended his wife. “You shall not discuss this matter as if it involves any of you. You asked me to marry three years ago, and I did now stay out of my marriage.” This quickly shut their mouths, but it didn't manage to stop the whispers from spreading. While most didn't mean any harm, it didn't help with you to quell your worries as you sat in the bath motionlessly.
“My love?” Cregan called from the entrance, entering upon hearing your hum. His expression softened at the sight of your discouraged form, ridding himself of his clothes to join you. You moved forward so he could settle behind you before leaning back into his firm chest. He wrapped one of his arms around your waist whilst the other played with your silver hair lovingly. You simply chose to relish in the affections he provided you with.
“Do not worry, my love,” he mumbled, his words echoing in the empty room as you mindlessly nodded with your head resting on his shoulder. “I promise you I will put a child into you if that is what you truly wish for,” he swore, willing to do anything to please you, which made you smile gently. Your eyes sparkled with the pure adoration you held for your husband.
“I love you Cregan,” the usually solemn man softened, pressing a soft kiss against your cheek before returning the sentiment, “I love you as well, princess.” Your eyes flickered to meet his before you moved to sit in his lap, turning to face him while he watched with a raised brow.
As he had promised that night, you were pregnant, much to your elation.
The first thing you did when you found out was rush towards the dining hall where Cregan was eating, Laenor following you swiftly. Your husband looked up at the sound of your pants and fastened footsteps, putting his fork down as he slid his chair back. You all but leaped into his arms, a wide smile gracing your features as he watched on in disarray, but before he got the chance to question your odd behavior you cut him off.
“I am with child,” the words made him widen his eyes as he was truly shocked for once in his life, before a giant smile spread across his face, his eyes crinkling from joy as he threw his arms around you. He got up from his chair, holding you up with ease as he kissed you with much vigor. You smiled into the kiss, tears of bliss slid down your cheeks that transferred onto his face, not that he minded.
Cregan gently placed you back down to your feet, his hand immediately reaching for your stomach, even though there wasn't anything visible yet. “Aye, I promised you didn't I,” he grinned which made you roll your eyes before you leaned up to place another kiss on his lips.
That evening you wrote to your family, joyful to announce the news of your pregnancy, while Cregan spread the word to his council and friends. You truly couldn't be happier at that moment. Once news of your pregnancy reached both King's Landing and Dragonstone your mother insisted on coming, wishing to be there for the birth of her first grandchild. You and Cregan were glad to welcome her back, along with Jacaerys and Baela who had wanted to come as well. Daemon had expressed his wish to be there with you, but someone had to stay back on Dragonstone. Lucerys had preferred to stay home as well as he couldn't stand the cold and Rhaena chose to remain by her betrothed's side, but they made you promise to visit with your child as soon as you recovered.
At first, the pregnancy went by fine, you had expected the morning sickness as your mother had described. It was only after the first three months that your bump finally began to show, much to Cregan's delight. He had often found his place directly behind you with his hands resting on your stomach, to protect you and your unborn child from any harm.
Though after the first trimester had passed, had you begun to feel worse. You were frequently challenged by abdominal pains and high temperatures which baffled your mother as she had never gotten such symptoms so early on which in turn sent Cregan spiraling up to the point that you were appointed to bed six months into your pregnancy. The Maester had claimed that everything was fine, that you were simply having slightly different symptoms than most women, but it didn't quell your family's concerns.
It was around the seventh month that Rhaenyra, Baela, and Jacaerys remained permanently glued to your side as you suffered the painful aches. They wished to assist you ease the pain in any way they could but once you passed the safe amount of Milk of the Poppy, you couldn't take any other medicine if you did not want to harm your child. Jacaerys had pressed on, stating that it was better that you took the medicine, but you refused which frustrated Cregan. Your husband had desired to be by your side as much as your family members, but he still had to rule over Winterfell.
Your water broke a month too early. You had been lying in front of the hearth on the sofa with Laenor resting his head on your legs when the contractions started. A cry left your lips, quickly alerting your mother who was sitting not too far from you while embroidering a blanket for her future grandchild. She shot up, her eyes furrowed as she lifted your dress only to see dried blood coating it.
Her eyes widened in terror, glancing over to Baela and Jace, “Call for the midwives and Cregan! Y/n has started her labors!” She then shooed your direwolf away, which made him scowl, but he listened when you softly ordered him to make place for your mother. Jace nodded, his eyes broad in panic before rushing outside while Baela hurried to Rhaenyra's side as they attempted to help you sit up properly. “How can this be? She is supposed to give birth in one moon!” Rhaenyra couldn't find a reply as she attempted to hush your worries.
“It seems that she has started her early labor,” the older woman muttered, caressing your cheek comfortingly as sweat started to form on your forehead. “Where the fuck is Jace?” Baela hissed, already sitting beside you to hold you tightly.
The prince was running around, much to the confusion of the people around him, but he couldn't register anything as he searched for your husband. He had already called for a maid to get the midwives before starting his search for the Lord of Winterfell. Eventually, he managed to find the solemn man outside, training knights in the courtyard with his sword. “Lord Stark!” Jace's shouts startled the surrounding men, but he set his sights on your husband, who watched on in confusion as your brother rushed towards him.
“Prince Jacaerys what-” “Y/n has started her labors!” Cregan's eyes widened as his breath hitched. He didn't waste a second as he pushed past his brother-in-law, running quickly to reach your side faster. When he burst into the room, he noticed that you had been moved towards your shared bed while midwives were scurrying around. Your mother was seated by your side, attempting to calm you while Baela was arguing with the Maester for some Gods-forsaken reason.
Cregan discarded his cloak and sword on the rug, kneeling by your bedside, while you looked up at him with a fatigued smile. “You came,” the words came out more hoarse than you had wanted, but your husband simply brushed some straying hairs from your sticky forehead, placing a quick kiss on the side of your head. “Of course I came,” his eyes were drowning in concern as he looked around, trying to find an answer as to why you were forced to give birth so early on.
He clasped his hand around yours, squeezing it tightly to give you some form of comfort. Jace had returned as well by now and decided to join the argument between Baela and the Maester despite not having a clue what it was about. A chuckle left you at the sight before a pained whine escaped your lips. Cregan grabbed a piece of cloth, moistening it before gently dabbing it on your face, only hoping that it relieved you in some kind of way.
Hours were spent that way and no one had wanted to leave your side, refusing when the Maester had said it could take a couple of hours, even days at most. Cregan had simply snapped at him, ignoring the ache in his knees as he remained seated by your side. During those hours, you had changed positions numerous times, but eventually, you returned to rest on your back once the substantial pain had started.
Your breathe fastened even more than it already had, and your grip on Cregan tightened. Your eyes turned towards your mother as you opened your mouth to speak for the first time in a while, “I need to push.” The words sent the room into a frenzy as midwives positioned themselves between your legs.
“You have to hold back, Princess!” One of them called, to which you let out a loud groan. “Everything will be fine, my love. You can do this,” your husband mumbled. Tears left your eyes as you prayed for this pain to end already. “Have you thought of names yet?” Baela questioned in an attempt to distract you for a while longer. You glanced at your husband, and he nodded reassuringly before you turned back to face your cousin with a wavering smile, “Rhaenor for a boy and Daenara for a girl.”
“A Targaryen name?” Rhaenyra smiled warmly as Cregan nodded, “We thought it would only be appropriate for the future heir.” Your family sat around you which warmed your heart, but the feeling quickly vanished at a particularly agonizing contraction.
“Push!” The midwife called, your hand tightened around Cregan's as you screamed out. It seemed like there would never be an end to it as the cries ripped from your throat. “You are doing incredible, sweet girl,” Rhaenyra tried, but you completely ignored her as you sobbed. “Get it out! Fuck!” Your nails sunk into Cregan's hand, but he remained steady as he whispered sweet words into your ear. You would have thought that after almost an hour of endless screaming your voice would have become hoarse, but it seemed like it only turned louder.
“I can see the head!” Baela was assisting the midwife as you wailed. “Just get it fucking out of me!” You shouted angrily and with one last push, the baby fell into your cousin's awaiting arms. “You did. You've done so well, my love,” Cregan placed kisses upon your sweaty forehead as you let a weak smile appear on your face. Leaning into your husband's arms while Baela helped the midwives clean your baby.
“I am so proud of you, sweet girl,” your mother grasped your hand softly, and you nodded thankfully at her, choosing to remain in Cregan's muscular arms. “It is a boy, sister,” Jace announced with much excitement, as a wide smile appeared on your face. Cregan couldn't contain his delight as he pressed yet another kiss against your lips. “Rhaenor,” you mumbled already wishing to hold your son when a familiar pain abruptly hit you again.
You threw your head back against your husband's chest as a cry left your lips. Rhaenyra immediately jumped up while the midwife attempted to reassure you all by clarifying that it was most likely the placenta, but you shook your head. “I feel like I must push again,” you managed to get out before another scream ripped from your throat. Your husband watched on in disarray but refused to even step away from you as he hugged you closer, your arms wrapped around his as you tried to stabilise yourself.
A gasp made you look up with worry only to find Baela smiling, “Another babe.” Cregan's eyes widened while you smiled feebly, genuinely ecstatic that you would have twins. Your mother returned to your side, holding your hand as you sobbed into your husband's chest.
Fortunately, this time it went by a lot quicker and not long after you were already pushing out another baby. Your cousin was once more ready to catch your second child whilst Jace held Rhaenor in his arms, attempting to soothe his nephew lovingly. As you made the final push a sigh of relief left your lips before looking over at Baela, eyes curious to see your second child.
“Another boy,” you pressed a kiss to Cregan's throat, melting into his hold as you attempted to stay awake to see your sons. “What will you name him?” Jace questioned, an expression of pure joy spread across his face whilst you pondered for a second. You glanced up at your husband who was staring lovingly at you before you decided, “Ned.”
Rhaenyra raised a brow as well as Cregan. “Ned you say?” Her mother tried out the name which made you giggle quietly, “Short for Eddard.” Your husband tilted your face to look up at him, and you grinned at his astonished expression, kissing his cheek sweetly while he caressed your face, “A Northern name? I quite like it,” Jace grinned, glancing over at Ned in Baela's arms whilst he held Rhaenor, waiting for you to properly unwind. “Thank you, my love,” Cregan's reply to it all made you laugh softly, but you kissed him nonetheless mumbling something against his lips, only for his ears to hear.
The midwife smiled at the cheerful family and moved your dress to prepare you for the placenta that was yet to come when a frown appeared on her face. “What is it?” Rhaenyra inquired as she noticed the worrisome expression that the woman wore. She ushered your mother towards her quietly but Cregan had caught sight of yet another issue. Rhaenyra approached, fear settling in her gut as she could only pray nothing was wrong with you.
“Why is there so much blood?” She whispered, her eyes wide at the gruesome sight in front of her. “I believe she suffers a hemorrhage,” the words sent fear spiking into Rhaenyra as she could only remember her own mother before she turned to the midwife, a frantic look in her eyes. “Will- will she survive?” The words were barely able to leave her lips when yet another whine escaped your lips.
Cregan looked around with wide eyes, wondering what was transpiring around him as he tried to soothe you while glancing at your mother. She panicked and looked back under your dress along with the midwife who gasped loudly which caught the attention of everyone else. “What now?” An angry groan made its way out of you as your fingers clenched around your husband's hand that held you tightly. “I believe you are to have a third child!”
Your eyes widened, and your mouth fell slack at the news, rapidly looking up at Cregan who was just as dumbfounded, but he attempted to pull himself together for your sake, “It is alright, my love. You can do this.” Baela and Jace helplessly stood beside the bed, holding your children while you screamed relentlessly, pushing a third child out.
“What is wrong with you? Putting three fucking children into me at once!” You angrily yelled at your husband who only chuckled, nodding along while remaining oblivious to what was happening. “What will this mean for her?” Rhaenyra hissed, continuously glancing up to check on you while the midwife shook her head. “We cannot know but at this moment anything is a high risk.”
“Can we stop this birth then? Will it benefit her?” Your mother was desperate now, willing to do anything to keep you as the older woman beside her shook her head. “There is nothing we can do now.” The words absolutely mortified Rhaenyra and when your third child finally left your body she had quickly handed it to another maid before rushing to your side.
“Mother-?” The woman quickly shushed you, caressing your soaked hair with trembling hands as tears gathered in her eyes. You turned fearful at her odd behavior and Cregan tightened his hold on you. “What is it?” He hissed, your cousin and brother approaching with confusion lacing their expressions, but Rhaenyra disregarded them all as she kept her grasp on you, “You have done so well. I love you, sweet girl.” You glanced down, eyes wide in horror as you finally noticed the amount of blood. Cregan held in his tears as a lump rose in his throat, his hold only tightening around you as he attempted to convince himself that if he held you, you wouldn't be able to leave him. “What is the meaning of this?” Jace furiously asked while keeping his hold on his nephew gentle.
“Princess, you must push one last time. To get the placenta out. It is necessary,” you nodded shakily, closing your eyes as you collected all your strength to push yet again. Sobs raked your body violently until suddenly you felt dizzy, the world around you turning dark while sounds faded. A loud sob came from Rhaenyra as she hugged your body, praying for anyone to save her precious daughter, but it seemed like no God was interested in keeping you alive.
Cregan stared on in shock, his quivering hand moving to your neck only not to feel a pulse. He took your face into his hands, tears streaming down his cheeks as he shook your head. “Y/n? Wake up,” his voice cracked. Jace’s knees buckled as he fell onto the floor, his eyes bright red while he buried Rhaenor in his arms. His betrothed gasped, tears falling as she loudly cried at the sight of your limp, bloodied body that was held by your mother and husband.
The midwife felt her eyes brim with tears, but she swiftly turned to inform the Maester of the news. She opened the door and the old man looked on questioningly as he heard loud sobs emit from the room. “What is the matter?” He questioned as she closed the door behind her to let the family grieve the loss of the princess. “Princess Y/n has passed,” the words startled the man as he furrowed his brows, bowing his head in respect. “What of the child?” The question hung in the air for a while before the woman replied sorrowfully.
“Princess Y/n has given birth to two sons and a daughter,” the man's eyes widened, triplets were extremely rare and mothers barely ever made it out alive during those labors. He nodded absentmindedly, processing the news, “I shall inform the council.”
Letters were quickly written to spread the news across the realm before they announced the passing of their Princess to the residents of Winterfell with much despair and regret. The people cried out for their Lady, participating in their Lord's mourning, and made offerings to your dragon Vermithor who had been restless. The ravens reached their destinations swiftly and left an impact on the Lords and Ladies of the realm who had remembered you as a lively soul.
“An urgent letter has arrived from Winterfell, your grace,” Ser Erryk declared, as the King nodded motioning for him to read it out loud while he continued eating. He had been one of the people most overjoyed of the news of your pregnancy and couldn't wait to meet his great-grandchild. Alicent placed her utensils down, glancing at her father and children before turning to her husband, “It must be from Princess Y/n.”
“Is she not due for another month?” Otto wondered out loud which caught the attention of his grandchildren as they all watched on in wonder.
“With much pride we can announce that Princess Y/n has given birth to triplets,” Aegon choked on his wine while Aemond simply raised a brow. “That certainly explains the early labour,” Otto mumbled.
“Her firstborn is a son named Rhaenor Stark, her second born is yet another son named Eddard Stark and her third born is a daughter named Daenara Stark. Unfortunately, we must announce that our dear Princess Y/n has passed during her labours.” Ser Erryk's eyes widened at the last part but remained quiet as the news settled within the royal family.
Colour drained from the King's face as he abruptly stood up, his eyes moist with tears as he lost yet another woman in his life due to childbirth and stormed out of the dining hall. Alicent let out a shaky breath, quickly praying for her step-granddaughter while her father sighed deeply not heartless enough not to pity the poor girl. Helaena cried loudly before she too rushed out of the room to find comfort with her own children.
Aegon rubbed a hand over his face, as he recalled the last time he saw you. He grabbed the wine pitcher, not glancing back as he left to drown himself in his drinks with you in his memory. The younger prince watched on with furrowed brows, he wasn't fond of you, and yet, he felt a tug at his heartstrings at the thought of you. Perhaps somewhere deep down within him, he did care for you, the early days of your childhood you spent together instead of with your brothers who enjoyed teasing you for the lack of dragons.
The castle was glum that day, both the Royals and commoners mourning the loss of their dear princess.
The funeral preparations started early on with Daemon insisting that you should be buried like a Targaryen, while Cregan fought back, wishing for your body to remain in Winterfell.
“She is a Targaryen!” Daemon roared, his hair sticking to the back of his neck as he fought with the other men while Lucerys was weeping in his mother's arms. “She is my wife! I do not see the point of arguing over this with you,” Cregan seethed, his hair had grown out longer than he'd like, but he couldn't find it in himself to care. “She is also a Velaryon!” Corlys butted in, which made the two angrily turn to him. Viserys pinched his brows together, his head aching from all this screaming and arguing, “I have had enough of this! She shall have a Targaryen funeral in Winterfell.”
Daemon seemed pleased with this while Cregan clenched his fists together as he had wanted to bury you. He wished to have the ability for your children to visit your grave when they were older, but now they didn't even have that privilege. “Now, I want to see my great-grandchildren,” the King sighed, as the Northman hadn't shown anyone his children.
“Yes, I would like to see them as well,” Daemon agreed, moving to stand closer with his family which consisted of Rhaenyra, Jace, Luke, Baela and Rhaena. Cregan reluctantly nodded, his face unmoving as it had been for weeks before he departed the room to get his children, knowing his wife would have wanted for her family to meet them. As he entered their chamber, he let out a shaky breath, placing his hands on the back of a chair in support as he tried to keep his tears at bay. When knocks echoed through the room he quickly straightened and turned his face solemn only to see Jace. “I thought I could help carry them.”
Cregan simply nodded, walking over to the cradles where his three children laid. His eyes softened at the sight of them before reaching down to take Rhaenor into his arms. He was gentle with them which was so unlike him ever since you passed. Jace handed him his daughter into his free arm before reaching to hold Ned carefully. The babies gurgled, pulling at their father and uncle's hair as they sauntered back in silence.
The Targaryen and Velaryon family turned towards them as they entered the room, the King immediately reached for Rhaenor with a warm smile. “Who might this be?” He questioned, caressing the boy's cheek with his finger carefully while Alicent looked over his shoulder. She quickly took notice of his silver hair that resembled yours but raised her brow at his grey eyes which he got from his father along with all his other features. “That is Rhaenor,” Cregan reluctantly handed his daughter over to Daemon who had moved to grab her and chuckled at Daenara, placing a kiss on her chubby cheeks as she giggled. She had been born with your violet eyes and her father's dark hair.
“This must be little Ned,” Corlys grinned, as his wife held the baby. He was an odd case in their opinion, he ended up with violet eyes, but his hair was dark brown with streaks of silver hair. Cregan kept a close eye on all of them, making sure nothing happened to the babies, who were the only things left of you. “We must place dragon eggs in their cradles!” Viserys exclaimed, his eyes turning towards his daughter and cousin who both nodded.
“Luke, Rhaena would you like to pick them out?” Rhaenys questioned as Rhaenyra was quietly staring at her grandchildren with a heartbroken expression. The two nodded before hurrying off as Daemon glanced around, deciding whether to enrage the Northman or not. “Lord Stark does not know how to take care of a dragon. Especially not three. I suggest they come live with us for the time being,” Rhaenyra was silent as she reached to hold Daenara, holding her close as her eyes watered while Cregan glared harshly at the prince.
“No.”
Alicent pondered over it for a while before she piped up as well, “Think about it, Lord Stark. You had only been prepared to take care of one babe, but now you have three. You have no previous experience, and you do not have your wife to assist you. Then there is the matter of the three dragons as well do you truly think it would be best for them to stay here? Perhaps they could stay with us for some time, one in Driftmark, one in King's Landing and one on Dragonstone?” Cregan wouldn't hear of it, shaking his head furiously and Rhaenys could truly sympathize with him, but it was clear that he would need assistance.
“My children will stay with me, in Winterfell. I will take care of them and if you worry so much about the dragons, then you may come and help with them. But that is final, they are staying here,” it was clear that there was no room for any discussion so they decided to indulge themselves in the babes for a while before Cregan would take them back.
The funeral took place two days later, near the snow covered forest. Cregan had hardened his face, holding Ned in his arms, while Daenara was with Rhaenyra and Rhaenor in Jace's arms. He wore black furs and numbly stared at your body that was placed further away. Vermithor roared loudly, distressed with yet another rider of his dying, but the Northman paid no mind to him. It had been decided that the bronze fury would remain in Winterfell, in case that one of your children's eggs wouldn't hatch they could try to claim Vermithor.
Jace cleared his throat, as he had been the one that was appointed to lead the ceremony. He took a final breath before saying the dreaded words, “Dracarys.”
Vermithor roared once more, hesitating for a moment before flames engulfed your body. Cregan closed his eyes, his heart aching at the sight and pulled his son closer to him. He promised you that he would take good care of your children so you could be proud of them.
Years blurred into one another and while it was hard for Cregan, he always tried for his children who loved him relentlessly. The four Starks often visited the crypts where Cregan had a statue build for you and even whenever Rhaenyra and her family visited they would always stop by the statue with sorrowful expressions.
Throughout the years Jace had been named heir which retracted Rhaenor's claim which meant that he would be Lord of Winterfell one day. The eldest boy didn't mind it, preferring to stay with his father as he was clearly a Northern by heart. His egg had hatched first revealing a surprisingly calm swarthy blue dragon. Daenara's egg came out as well but was slightly harder to control as it was a rather energetic white dragon. The only egg that hadn't come out was Ned's but once he was old enough he had managed to claim Vermithor.
The council had suggested numerous times that he remarry but they couldn't use the excuse of heirs anymore as he had plenty of them. Cregan adamantly refused, he didn't care for it and stated that he would remain faithful to his first and only wife and so he did, eventually passing with his children by his side and a lasting ache etched into his heart.
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