Winterโs Farewell (Cregan Stark x wife!reader | angst, character death | 826)
Benjicot "Davos" Blackwood ๐ ช
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You watched the snow flakes fall, like crushed sugar taking refuge on your lashes, soft and cold.
The girls had ofcourse abandoned sewing and started whispering to each other, and like always you were excluded, not that it concerned you, exiled.
Their ohhhs and ahhhs weren't quiet enough, you kept your head low and mouth tight, smearing your thumb in the insides of your hand.
That's where Cregan was standing, when you first met.
His face was cold and distant, watching as you were brought between these walls, stripped from your name, all titles, no honour to serve, no virtue to entact, just nameless exile, a no-one, truly pathetic.
You thought he wouldn't speak, the way he moved, his shoulders were always tense, like something physically was burdening him, and you weren't going to start with his frownโnot that it was your concern but it wouldn't kill him to smile, he might look good if he smiled. And how coldly he spoke, you almost ran opposite of him during those first times.
Ofcourse he was good looking, very, what you were even playing at ? All the girl you were forced to indulge with talked of nothing but him, the noble ones were shy, only smiling under their breaths and blushing bright crimson while common court girls had wide mouths and broad imaginations, also filth โthey spoke so much of the young wolf like they knew anything โ they didn't, nothing at all.
Have you seen his ribs ?
he's...she beamed pink...very big. Yes bitch.
He's got so much there, chuckle, no, you haven't seen Martha, I have โ Liarโ And his mouth, ohhhh.
And he's wild like a wolf, just last nightโNo, he wasn't with you.
โStop!โ
All the girls snapped their head at you in union, some actually scared that it was Septa, some had mean, annoying frowns knitting on their dull, red faces.
โ What's with you ?โ one of them said, She was the one who was boasting about her โwolf bite', a very angry bruise at the side of her neck, it looked more like hive. Bitch.
โ Don't...โ You gulped, โ ...stop spreading rumours...you all..you never reallyโโ It was shameful, you couldn't talk, what would you tell them, that they don't know how it feels to be the one Cregan's arm, how it felt to be kissed by those lips, and to feel his heat creeping up your spine, how it felt to be his lover, no they didn't, none at all. lying whores.
โ She's gone insane.โ One shrieked, covering her high pitched screeching of a laughter and other's joined for a snicker.
โ She's just jealous because she's too ugly to be his whore.โ
Fuck you. You didn't if you said it or not.
โAww, you nameless slut.โ
Oh.
And you would've said something, but your throat was rigid, your cheeks burnt with shame and all you saw was girls with name, girls with father's and mother's, girls with futures and husbands and children, girls with home and prospects and life.
Then you looked down at your hands, beaten up with hard labour and prickled needles, a sense of reality washed like waves over you.
The kind of waves that brought you to winterfell, your mother's necklace was taken first, a ruby, exiles don't have the luxury.
โ You're no one's daughter, you have no name, no home, no noble blood. You don't belong and don't matter, do you understand ?โ
No
โ Yes.โ
And during those days in water, you thought what it meant, name wasn't a physical concept, it can't be stripped and yet it was โ
โ Aye, girl ! โ that's what you'd become now, a girl, a girl who's no one.
But, you fought back the tears, turning your back to the chatter of giggles, nameless whore... pathetic, isn't she ?... Your eyes were brimming with tears and your vision was blurring, you just ran, wherever your flight took you, just far, far, far.
โ Ow โouch.โ You squealed, bumping against a hard except walls didn't have hands to steady you and wall didn't speak.
โ You should be careโ Are you crying? โ Cregan said, he had that sweet way of talking to you, it's an inside joke.
โ Are you...are you scared of me ?โ Cregan said, his mouth twitched in concern โworrying.
โ Oh...I..no..m'lord.โ You bowed, feeling your cheeks flush, you realised how poor your attempts have been to avoid Cregan, only landing you to him personally seeking you out.
โ Cregan.โ He said, noticing you wide blown eyes, โ Call me just Cregan. If you don't mind, lady Y/n โ
A pause. It's been a while you heard your name said so beautiful, each syllable, each sound resonating like waves rippling through water, a soft music, you couldn't believe it was something that was yours, that it belonged to you.
โ I am an exile.โ
โ You never answered my question? Have i done something to offend you ? โ
You looked up at him, feeling your heart spiral in a lavender haze.
โ I shouldn't have said that.โ You said it, panic seizing you but... was it...oh, he's smiling, Cregan Stark is smiling like a fool and it's so bright that you feel your skin melting, your bloody boiling and your mouth too dry.
โ Thanks, i think you wouldn't avoid me now.โ He said, like a different person, his jaw was loose, his eyes were crinkling, his words were carrying warmth and sweetness.
โ I am not.โ you sniffed, but he already had your wirsts in his grip, holding them like you were guilty. Maybe.
โ Tell me Y/n.โ He urged, he leaned to inspect you, a tear fell down your eye, gathering at the tip of your chin.
โ It's nothing, really Cregan, nothing at all.โ you tried to smile, it could've worked with anyone but Cregan knew your bones better than you, he frowned and if times were different, you would've kissed it away, whoosh.
โ Tell me darling, it would pain me if I couldn't take away your misery.โ His eyes deepened in yours, brushing your cheeks and you leaned into his palm, โ I don't want to see you, I don't..fuck โ it hurts me.โ
โ I don't want to hurt you.โ You said, loving him was like an itch, a never ending torment, craving him was stopping the itch only to realise you'd ripped off your skin, like that.
It began with you ducking around him in halls, turning away from him at every point because he just intimidated you, the way he looked, like he knew, like he could read everything that ran in and out your brain, it scared you, the power, the chaos.
Then something changed, whenever you were alone you found yourself with him, telling him about home, no longer home, praying and praying, and he watched, sometimes he joined too, kneeling beside you, shoulders touching, eyes closed and in those moments you drifted into a dream, in your dream you were getting married, you had dreams like this before but now the man had a face, a truly beautiful face, and you were saying your vows, you let yourself smile at those ridiculous sweet nothings, ofcourse no, you stupid, stupid girl, no.
And you loved talking to him because he listened, everything and nothing and he made no noise, nodding and smiling along, sometimes he would lean to your side, sometimes taking your hand and guiding to his hair while he laid in your lap, looking up to with stars in his eyes, and then one day war came and duty called.
โ I will come back to you.โ sweet, he said it so sweetly that you could've died.
โ I know.โ and maybe it was love that rippled the thought of parting, because love was afterall grief preserving, your breath hitched and you hesitated only a moment, a bare second before you reached on your tip toes, joining your lips to him, for a man who was ice, his lips were warm like fire, soft and warm.
You blushed when you heard grabbed your face, pulling back and looked into your eyes, a grin, almost spilling out of his mouth.
โ I will come to back to you.โ and he kissed you again, kissing Cregan was like confetti, it's one moment everything is bursting golden and then the ashes settle, he has to leave, for war, but the sparkle never leaves โ he'll come back to you.
โ Then tell me, please, let me help you.โ Cregan's eyes were pained, his jaw hardening, he would break his face like that.
โ Just girlish tatter, they claim to know, claim that they have with you..you, that they know how it's like kissing you and how it's like bedding you and how โโ You didn't realise you were breaking until Cregan swooped you in his arms and gathered your pieces, you were pathetic, and what if it's true, what if they know, it didn't matter, you were no one, no claim, no right, no name, exiled.
โ Oh, my darling...shhh.โ He kissed the top of your head, his arms wrapped around you, helping you hold on to him.
โ They are all pathetic liars, all of them...no, they don't and they never will. Only you my baby, only you my lady.โ
โ I am sorry...I am being pathetic.โ You pressed your wet face into his cloak, somewhere inside his heart was beating, only for you, Cregan had told you very much, when he traced your finger on his chest, there, he would smile, can you feel it ? , He would gleam like a teenage boy, yes, i can, thud-thud-thud, You would lean down to press your ear on his chest, he would spoon you, skin by skin, just two warm bodies and glittering souls, yeah, just for you.
โ No, you're not, my darling. You're not, they are... pathetic and jealous.โ He was raging, you knew, but he wouldn't lash out, not now because it would mean he would have to let go of you, not yet.
You smile into his arms, it will be okay, as long as it's like this, you and him, you don't need a name, really โ just him, he's your home, he's yours, he's where you belong.
โOkay, okay...now calm down my lord.โ You looked up at him, his brooding sulking face, no, they don't deserve it.
โ Huh, What did you say lady y/n ? โ He cocked his head, the corner of his mouth tugging at one end, beautiful.
โ I am an exile.โ You said, watching as he shaked his head, wriggling you along as he shaked your waist in a hug-like way.
โ No.โ He pecked your lips, โ you're mine.โ
Maybe love wasn't just grief preserving, but life blooming like twilight flickered by the horizon, almost blinding but so beautiful.
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You watched the snow flakes fall, like crushed sugar taking refuge on your lashes, soft and cold.
The girls had ofcourse abandoned sewing and started whispering to each other, and like always you were excluded, not that it concerned you, exiled.
Their ohhhs and ahhhs weren't quiet enough, you kept your head low and mouth tight, smearing your thumb in the insides of your hand.
That's where Cregan was standing, when you first met.
His face was cold and distant, watching as you were brought between these walls, stripped from your name, all titles, no honour to serve, no virtue to entact, just nameless exile, a no-one, truly pathetic.
You thought he wouldn't speak, the way he moved, his shoulders were always tense, like something physically was burdening him, and you weren't going to start with his frownโnot that it was your concern but it wouldn't kill him to smile, he might look good if he smiled. And how coldly he spoke, you almost ran opposite of him during those first times.
Ofcourse he was good looking, very, what you were even playing at ? All the girl you were forced to indulge with talked of nothing but him, the noble ones were shy, only smiling under their breaths and blushing bright crimson while common court girls had wide mouths and broad imaginations, also filth โthey spoke so much of the young wolf like they knew anything โ they didn't, nothing at all.
Have you seen his ribs ?
he's...she beamed pink...very big. Yes bitch.
He's got so much there, chuckle, no, you haven't seen Martha, I have โ Liarโ And his mouth, ohhhh.
And he's wild like a wolf, just last nightโNo, he wasn't with you.
โStop!โ
All the girls snapped their head at you in union, some actually scared that it was Septa, some had mean, annoying frowns knitting on their dull, red faces.
โ What's with you ?โ one of them said, She was the one who was boasting about her โwolf bite', a very angry bruise at the side of her neck, it looked more like hive. Bitch.
โ Don't...โ You gulped, โ ...stop spreading rumours...you all..you never reallyโโ It was shameful, you couldn't talk, what would you tell them, that they don't know how it feels to be the one Cregan's arm, how it felt to be kissed by those lips, and to feel his heat creeping up your spine, how it felt to be his lover, no they didn't, none at all. lying whores.
โ She's gone insane.โ One shrieked, covering her high pitched screeching of a laughter and other's joined for a snicker.
โ She's just jealous because she's too ugly to be his whore.โ
Fuck you. You didn't if you said it or not.
โAww, you nameless slut.โ
Oh.
And you would've said something, but your throat was rigid, your cheeks burnt with shame and all you saw was girls with name, girls with father's and mother's, girls with futures and husbands and children, girls with home and prospects and life.
Then you looked down at your hands, beaten up with hard labour and prickled needles, a sense of reality washed like waves over you.
The kind of waves that brought you to winterfell, your mother's necklace was taken first, a ruby, exiles don't have the luxury.
โ You're no one's daughter, you have no name, no home, no noble blood. You don't belong and don't matter, do you understand ?โ
No
โ Yes.โ
And during those days in water, you thought what it meant, name wasn't a physical concept, it can't be stripped and yet it was โ
โ Aye, girl ! โ that's what you'd become now, a girl, a girl who's no one.
But, you fought back the tears, turning your back to the chatter of giggles, nameless whore... pathetic, isn't she ?... Your eyes were brimming with tears and your vision was blurring, you just ran, wherever your flight took you, just far, far, far.
โ Ow โouch.โ You squealed, bumping against a hard except walls didn't have hands to steady you and wall didn't speak.
โ You should be careโ Are you crying? โ Cregan said, he had that sweet way of talking to you, it's an inside joke.
โ Are you...are you scared of me ?โ Cregan said, his mouth twitched in concern โworrying.
โ Oh...I..no..m'lord.โ You bowed, feeling your cheeks flush, you realised how poor your attempts have been to avoid Cregan, only landing you to him personally seeking you out.
โ Cregan.โ He said, noticing you wide blown eyes, โ Call me just Cregan. If you don't mind, lady Y/n โ
A pause. It's been a while you heard your name said so beautiful, each syllable, each sound resonating like waves rippling through water, a soft music, you couldn't believe it was something that was yours, that it belonged to you.
โ I am an exile.โ
โ You never answered my question? Have i done something to offend you ? โ
You looked up at him, feeling your heart spiral in a lavender haze.
โ I shouldn't have said that.โ You said it, panic seizing you but... was it...oh, he's smiling, Cregan Stark is smiling like a fool and it's so bright that you feel your skin melting, your bloody boiling and your mouth too dry.
โ Thanks, i think you wouldn't avoid me now.โ He said, like a different person, his jaw was loose, his eyes were crinkling, his words were carrying warmth and sweetness.
โ I am not.โ you sniffed, but he already had your wirsts in his grip, holding them like you were guilty. Maybe.
โ Tell me Y/n.โ He urged, he leaned to inspect you, a tear fell down your eye, gathering at the tip of your chin.
โ It's nothing, really Cregan, nothing at all.โ you tried to smile, it could've worked with anyone but Cregan knew your bones better than you, he frowned and if times were different, you would've kissed it away, whoosh.
โ Tell me darling, it would pain me if I couldn't take away your misery.โ His eyes deepened in yours, brushing your cheeks and you leaned into his palm, โ I don't want to see you, I don't..fuck โ it hurts me.โ
โ I don't want to hurt you.โ You said, loving him was like an itch, a never ending torment, craving him was stopping the itch only to realise you'd ripped off your skin, like that.
It began with you ducking around him in halls, turning away from him at every point because he just intimidated you, the way he looked, like he knew, like he could read everything that ran in and out your brain, it scared you, the power, the chaos.
Then something changed, whenever you were alone you found yourself with him, telling him about home, no longer home, praying and praying, and he watched, sometimes he joined too, kneeling beside you, shoulders touching, eyes closed and in those moments you drifted into a dream, in your dream you were getting married, you had dreams like this before but now the man had a face, a truly beautiful face, and you were saying your vows, you let yourself smile at those ridiculous sweet nothings, ofcourse no, you stupid, stupid girl, no.
And you loved talking to him because he listened, everything and nothing and he made no noise, nodding and smiling along, sometimes he would lean to your side, sometimes taking your hand and guiding to his hair while he laid in your lap, looking up to with stars in his eyes, and then one day war came and duty called.
โ I will come back to you.โ sweet, he said it so sweetly that you could've died.
โ I know.โ and maybe it was love that rippled the thought of parting, because love was afterall grief preserving, your breath hitched and you hesitated only a moment, a bare second before you reached on your tip toes, joining your lips to him, for a man who was ice, his lips were warm like fire, soft and warm.
You blushed when you heard grabbed your face, pulling back and looked into your eyes, a grin, almost spilling out of his mouth.
โ I will come to back to you.โ and he kissed you again, kissing Cregan was like confetti, it's one moment everything is bursting golden and then the ashes settle, he has to leave, for war, but the sparkle never leaves โ he'll come back to you.
โ Then tell me, please, let me help you.โ Cregan's eyes were pained, his jaw hardening, he would break his face like that.
โ Just girlish tatter, they claim to know, claim that they have with you..you, that they know how it's like kissing you and how it's like bedding you and how โโ You didn't realise you were breaking until Cregan swooped you in his arms and gathered your pieces, you were pathetic, and what if it's true, what if they know, it didn't matter, you were no one, no claim, no right, no name, exiled.
โ Oh, my darling...shhh.โ He kissed the top of your head, his arms wrapped around you, helping you hold on to him.
โ They are all pathetic liars, all of them...no, they don't and they never will. Only you my baby, only you my lady.โ
โ I am sorry...I am being pathetic.โ You pressed your wet face into his cloak, somewhere inside his heart was beating, only for you, Cregan had told you very much, when he traced your finger on his chest, there, he would smile, can you feel it ? , He would gleam like a teenage boy, yes, i can, thud-thud-thud, You would lean down to press your ear on his chest, he would spoon you, skin by skin, just two warm bodies and glittering souls, yeah, just for you.
โ No, you're not, my darling. You're not, they are... pathetic and jealous.โ He was raging, you knew, but he wouldn't lash out, not now because it would mean he would have to let go of you, not yet.
You smile into his arms, it will be okay, as long as it's like this, you and him, you don't need a name, really โ just him, he's your home, he's yours, he's where you belong.
โOkay, okay...now calm down my lord.โ You looked up at him, his brooding sulking face, no, they don't deserve it.
โ Huh, What did you say lady y/n ? โ He cocked his head, the corner of his mouth tugging at one end, beautiful.
โ I am an exile.โ You said, watching as he shaked his head, wriggling you along as he shaked your waist in a hug-like way.
โ No.โ He pecked your lips, โ you're mine.โ
Maybe love wasn't just grief preserving, but life blooming like twilight flickered by the horizon, almost blinding but so beautiful.
Tags ๐ ช angst, brief character death mention, sleep paralysis, fluff at the end, reader uses she/her but no physical description, romance if you squint really hard
Notes: request by @ithilwen-aranel !
I need a fic where reader is a Targ princess and dragon rider and a known fierce warrior, like Visenya reincarnated level warrior but nobody knows that she has sleep paralysis. So she's marching with House Blackwood to Harrenhal and it's nighttime so they're in tents and her and Benji's tents happen to be next to each other. So that night she gets an attack/episode and he hears her muffled cries and sobs and he helps her get out of it and he finally sees the girl inside the warrior and he comforts her by showing that he has vulnerable sides too and stuff. (sorry if it's messy and chaotic haha but l WANT MORE FLUFF)
Wordcount ๐ ช 1.4k
likes, comments, reblogs are much appreciated!
The cold wind swept through the camp as the soldiers of House Blackwood settled for the night. Tents dotted the landscape, bathed in the pale light of a crescent moon. Among them was a tent marked with the sigil of House Targaryen, on it, a dragon standing tall.
Inside, the Targaryen princess sharpened her blade, her mind a battlefield of its own. Known to many as a fierce warrior, she was often compared to Visenya Targaryen, a legend reborn. She had led her dragon into countless battles, her swordsmanship and ferocity unmatched.
But, as night fell and the camp quieted, a darker struggle loomed. Under her strong exterior, she had a secret as old as her lineage, a shadow that haunted her dreams-sleep paralysis. She had fought countless ennemies on the battlefield, but none of them were as terrifying as the darkness that gripped her in the night.
Benjicot Blackwood, the young lord of House Blackwood, laid restless in his tent. The march to Harrenhal stayed heavily on his mind. His thoughts drifted to the princess, their tents stood side by side. Her reputation preceded her, but Benjicot had seen glimpses of something beyond the warrior facadeโa quiet sadness in her eyes.
As he drifted to sleep, muffled cries were heard in the night. Benjicot sat up, his senses sharp. The sounds were coming from the Targaryen tent. Frowning, he woke, moving silently.
Inside her tent, the princess was trapped. Her body laid motionless, her eyes open, her breath uneven. Shadows stood at the corner of her eyes, mocking her. She struggled, her heart pounding in her chest. The nightmare always started the same: she was in a big and empty field. Her dragon was nowhere to be seen. Panic rose up inside her as she realized she was alone.
Suddenly, the ground beneath her feet began to tremble. Shadowy figures emerged, their forms indistinct, as if they were made of smoke.
"You're weak," they hissed, with their chilling voices. "You will fail them all."
She tried to take her sword, but her body refused to move. Her limbs were turned to stone. She was desperate as the figures approached her, their cold fingers brushing against her skin, leaving trails of ice behind.
Her breath became faster. She could feel her heart pounding. The shadows wrapped around her, tightening their grip, almost suffocating her. She wanted to scream, to fight back, but she was unable to move, a silent plea for help left her lips.
As the nightmare continued, the shadows began to transform into faces she knew - friends, comrades, and family members, with twisted expressions.
"Why didn't you save us?" they cried, their voices full with anger. "You are supposed to be our protector!"
The guilt crashed over her as she could feel herself slipping, the line between reality and nightmare blurring. The faces closer, their features more distinct, their voices louder.
"Help," she managed to whisper, the word barely audible.
Benjicot pushed aside the tent flap. He saw her, tears streaming down her face.
Instinctively, he knelt beside her, his voice soft yet urgent.
"Princess, can you hear me?"
She did not respond, her eyes locked in a terror. Benjicot hesitated, then gently touched her shoulder. "Princess? You need to wake up."
The warmth of his touch broke through her. Slowly, she regained control, her body shaking as the paralysis faded. Her sobs flowing freely now.
She looked at Benjicot, her fierce demeanor shattered. "You saw..." He nodded, his eyes filled with understanding.
"Aye, I saw. And I see you, the real you. It's all right."
She wiped her tears, frustrated. "I hate this. I'm supposed to be strong."
Benjicot sat beside her. "Strength isn't just about physical strength or riding a dragon. It's about facing your fears." She looked at him.
"Do you ever feel like you're drowning in expectations?"
A bitter smile touched his lips. "Every day. The burden of leadership, the pressure to protect my people... it's overwhelming."
He reached out, encircling her in a gentle embrace. He held her close, offering his presence. "But in moments like these, you have to remember that we are not alone. We have allies who will stand by us, who will fight beside us."
She let herself breathe deeply, the tension slowly fading away. A reminder that vulnerability did not equate to weakness.
Their eyes met, a silent understanding between them. In that moment, they were no longer just a Targaryen and a Blackwood. They were two souls, each bearing their own scars. She took a deep breath as she sat there.
"I've fought battles, slain men twice my size, and ridden my dragon through storms of arrows. But this... this is different."
Benjicot nodded, his gaze steady. "It's the battles we fight within ourselves that are often the hardest. But you don't have to fight them alone."
She hesitated, vulnerability warring with her warrior's pride. "It's... it's been like this since I was a child. The shadows, the paralysis. I've learned to mask it, to be strong. But some nights..."
"Some nights, it's too much," Benjicot finished for her, his voice gentle. She nodded, grateful for his understanding.
"Yes. I fear that one day it might break me."
He squeezed her gently, his embrace a shield against her fears. He reached out, his hand covering hers.
"It won't. Because you're stronger than you know. And because you have allies who will stand by you, even in the darkest of nights."
She squeezed his hand, finding solace in his words. "Thank you, Benjicot."
"Always," he replied, his smile reassuring. "And if you ever need someone to sit with you through the night, you know where to find me."
"Thank you," she whispered.
He smiled, a genuine warmth in his eyes. She looked up at him, a silent plea in her eyes.
"Will you... stay with me?" Benjicot nodded without hesitation.
"Of course."
He settled beside her, his presence a calming presence. She lied closer to him, finding comfort in the rhythm of his breathing. In the safety of his arms, she finally allowed herself to drift into slumber, the weight of her fears lifted for the night.
As the first rays of sunlight broke over the camp, the princess took a deep breath, the remnants of her nightmare dissipating with the morning mist. Benjicot remained by her side, his presence a steady anchor.
As the camp stirred awake with the dawn, they lay intertwined. They were warriors, yes, but in each other's embrace, they found a refuge from the shadows that haunted them both.
As they walked under the dawn's embrace, they stood united, ready to conquer both the battles ahead and the shadows within.
