The North Remembers

“I admit I am,” he replied with a frown. “The Hightowers certainly have called the Lannisters to reinforce their numbers by now, but Cregan Stark is a skilled tactician. I’m certain his planning will prevail in the end.”

“Do you trust him?” you asked, smiling to yourself as your beast nudged its brother with its large snout, and both beasts purred.

“With my life,” came the confident reply, and your private smile grew fondly.

Such trust was hard to earn, you knew, but if there was a man deserving of it, it was Cregan Stark. You had heard stories and rumors of his serious demeanor and even harder character, throughout the years, but the man you had met two moons ago had been quite different.

Upon setting eyes on the man your mother Queen Rhaenyra had sent you to negotiate with, you had been surprised at how young he really was, and reverent towards both yourself and your twin brother, who had accompanied you.

Jacaerys had spent good time with the Northerner, both before and after your betrothal had been acted. It had been suggested by your mother before you flew north, that you would offer your hand to the Warden if and only if he was agreeable to you—you had doubted you would find a kindred spirit in him, but you had been proven wrong.

“What is it?” Jacaerys asked, no doubt sensing the shift in your mood.

He chuckled as you dipped your chin, hiding your expression behind the thick curtain of your hair. Despite the heavy atmosphere around you, and the fear that was no doubt rising in you as much as it was rising in him, Jacaerys was pleased to see you flustered over your betrothal. 

“He kissed me, before we left the Twins,” you confessed. “He pulled me behind a pillar as his men were marching out. He said that he didn’t know if he would get the opportunity again once we reached the open fields and that he wouldn’t forgive himself if that was the case.”

“That is uncharacteristically sentimental of him,” Jacaerys commented, both surprised and delighted. “He is fond of you.”

You felt a flush of warmth going through your stomach and chest at that, along with a pang of something akin to guilt. You had grown up familiar with the idea that you might wed your twin, although it had never been formally decided, and finding another soul to bind yourself to instead of him felt like a betrayal of sorts. 

Jacaerys had seen the way the Northman had immediately taken to you, treating you with respect far beyond what he owed to a princess of the realm, all the while never crossing the line that would have made his behavior an obvious advance.

“He’s a good man. I am glad it’s him,” Jacaerys concluded before Vermax shook his frame again, and pushed himself forward to take up flight.

It was almost a fortnight later when the Northern armies found rest and shelter again. They had reached Raventree Hall, but not without meeting a detachment of the Lannister host, along with an unexpected blue shadow flying behind it.

The camp was settling in and around the castle, in its courtyards and against its ramparts, every wall and porch used as shelter, along with tents set up as though a siege was underway.

The men were invigorated by their temporary victory, but they knew more vicious battles would come, and that this respite would likely be the last before a long while. Temporary barracks were being made in every room of the keep, dining rooms lined with cots and hallways used as storage facilities. 

It was nearly evening when dragons landed, making the ground shake and the flaps of the tents fly in the wind. Cregan had been touring the camp, making sure his men would be fed a hot meal at supper and would settle well enough to spend a restful night.

As the two young beasts touched down on the frosty ground, Cregan walked towards them carefully, still wary. He watched Jacaerys jump from the saddle, not waiting until Vermax had lowered his shoulder closer to the ground, and sprint towards your dragon—at which Cregan’s heart picked up and he hurried towards you as well. 

It was with difficulty that you dismounted, visibly shaking as Jacaerys helped you land on your feet.

“Is she wounded?” Cregan asked as he reached the two of you.

“No,” Jacaerys was quick to reassure him. “Not her body, at least.”

“Whose beast was it?” he asked. 

A dragon had met them on the battlefield earlier in the day, unexpectedly shadowing the Lannister armies. It had not flown too close, no doubt unwilling to engage the two beasts that would meet his one, but a few warning flames had been spat over the fighting men, deterring the blue-winged beast from engaging further.

“Our uncle Daeron,” Jacaerys replied.

“I hurt him, I think. Burned a hole in one of Tessarion’s wings,” you confessed to Cregan tearily, looking up at him, hoping to find forgiveness and perhaps salvation on his handsome face. He seemed a bit bruised and dirty, but not wounded.

“You did what you had to do to protect yourself,” Jace assured, his hand still gently cradling your arm.

“You promised to come back to me safely,” Cregan reminded you, pressing a firm kiss to your forehead, the chivalrous gesture making you want to weep. Uncaring for the men around you or the presence of your brother, you pressed up on your toes to catch his lips.

Jacaerys watched as the broad man melted into your smaller frame, the serious set of his brow fading into a gentler line, his large hands holding your face as though you were made of crystal. His upper lip lingered when he pulled away, keeping his kiss chaste—his eyes remained closed as he pressed his forehead to yours, and Jacaerys swallowed the lump in his own throat.

Cregan’s eyelids opened on two storms when he briefly looked up over your shoulder, a silent dialogue between him and Jace while you sought his mouth again. Jacaerys was frozen in place, watching Cregan press back into your kiss, unable to look aside, captivated by the way the northman’s eyes fluttered shut, his dark lashes casting shadows on his cheek. 

Even with his eyes closed, Cregan could feel Jace’s burning gaze. He had noticed him observing his every interaction with you, and at first had taken it for the protective nature of a brother towards his sister. Now he could not hide behind willful ignorance any longer, and had to face the inevitable, forbidden conclusion—it was longing.

Raventree Hall offered a bit of comfort in the form of a room for the night, a warm bath and maids to wash clothes. You were relieved to be offered a fresh nightgown and simple robe from Lady Alysanne’s own wardrobe. Cregan had said nothing as your twin had remained with you as you had washed and changed.

Room and privacy were scarce as they usually were in war, and even if the occasion to have a room to himself had presented itself, Cregan would have refused. He was glad for the company of Jacaerys and the opportunity to keep an eye on you. The room had belonged to Alysanne’s father when he still lived but had long been rid of his personal effects. Cregan was grateful for the rather large desk in the middle of it.

You had finally fallen asleep, curled up on the large bed, hidden by pelts. Jacaerys had spread maps on the table and the two men spent most of the evening discussing in what direction the Northern armies would march next and what potential obstacles they would meet.

“We need to win this war quickly, Cregan. I am afraid it will crush her,” Jacaerys said after a while of silence, where the both of them had just stared at the fire, sipping the hot cider a maid had brought to them.

“On the field men draw courage from each other,” Cregan said, in his usual quiet wisdom. “Up there in the skies you are alone with your beast.”

“We must devise a plan, I would not put her in the line of fire again,” Jacaerys said, and Cregan liked his determination to protect you. He found it aligned with his own instincts.

“You love her,” he said in a quiet tone.

“She is my sister, my twin,” Jacaerys was quick to reply.

Cregan contemplated staying silent, but in the end chose the path of truth, no matter how bluntly it would have to be said. “That is not what I meant.”

Jacaerys took a deep breath, his chest rattling with it, doubt and sorrow crawling up his throat. “It does not matter, she is yours. My mother will not go back on her oath,” he assured him. 

“I surely hope not. I care for her…” he marked a pause, and the depth of his eyes made Jace swallow again lest he choked on his own nerves. “As I care for you.”

Jacaerys blinked in quick succession, surprised. “As twins, we’re used to sharing everything,” he said rather clumsily, but Cregan did not seem offended. 

If anything, he seemed a bit amused, and the corner of his lip raised. Jacaerys flushed, hiding his nerves in a sip of cider, but before he could speak again, give himself a chance to explain what he had meant, he heard you shift under the sheets.

Cregan heard you gasp a word in High Valyrian, then you shot up, reaching out in front of you as though you were pulling a rein. Jacaerys rushed to your side, calling your name and other words he could not understand—the ancient language was beautiful, powerful in a way he could barely grasp. It was the language your beasts responded to, the language you both carried in your blood.

“You are safe, princess,” Cregan soothed as he approached, unsure if he was being helpful. Your teary eyes turned to him and you murmured his name. “We are in Raventree Hall.”

Heart galloping in your chest, the remnants of your dream were quickly chased by the presence of your brother and your intended. You could still feel a cold shiver of fear run down your spine, chilling you to the bone.

“I am sorry, my lord. I’m not usually prone to hysterics,” you apologized, and it made Cregan’s chest tighten. The next glance he shared with Jacaerys was heavy and charged—the young man had been right, you had to be shielded from this war.

“I’ve seen the toughest of men being rattled by battle. I would never judge you,” he said, and his words soothed you rather. 

You were still shaking from your terrible dream, your profile pressed against your twin brother’s neck as he soothed you with gentle sounds and kisses to your hair.

A tender heat spread in Cregan's chest at the sight. He was almost overcome with the desire to wrap the both of you in his arms and shield you from the horrors of this war, coupled with the desire to kneel at your feet and worship the two of you. 

For a man who admired both the male and female form, whose chest housed a fierce sort of love, you were the most perfect picture he could lay his eyes on. Resisting the urge to drop to his knees and confess his affection, he instead bent over, steadying himself on the edge of the bed to press a firm kiss to your temple.

You closed your eyes as his warm lips brought you comfort, a soft sound of yearning bubbling out of your throat when he pulled back.

“I shall leave you to rest,” he said, proper as ever, then turned to Jace. “You should spend the night with her. I will sleep with my men and we’ll devise a plan at first light.”

“I think she would like you to stay,” Jacaerys replied, his voice a bit hesitant.

“I need you here,” you instantly added, reaching out for his hand. “Your presence is grounding.”

“Of course,” Cregan heard himself say before he could think the decision through. 

Your words had his chest aching, the desire to soothe and comfort you almost unbearable. Without a second thought, he bent down again and pressed another kiss to your cheek this time, chaste but lingering, and as he breathed in the scent of your soap and perfume, he could feel Jacaerys’ breath near him.

He pulled away slowly, glancing aside where your twin was observing him closely, his lips parted and his pupils blown wide.

“We both need you here,” you whispered, and Cregan swallowed as Jace tilted his head slightly, almost a question, almost an attempt.

“My prince,” he said, and you pulled at Cregan’s shoulder until he sat on the edge of the bed.

He had shed his furs and heavy armor earlier, and instead had donned a shirt the maid had brought from Lord Blackwood’s wardrobe. It was freshly washed and smelled of soap, but his own smell had started to permeate it, and it took over your senses when you pressed your forehead to his shoulder.

For a moment the three of you sat together, contemplating the situation you found yourselves in. Cregan swallowed and broke the silence first. “I would not encourage you on a path that would cause you pain.”

“I am yours by oath, nothing will change that,” you were quick to reassure him.

“You are also his by blood,” he answered, looking intensely at Jacaerys.

“Does it displease you?” you asked.

“The last thing I am is displeased,” he replied, pressing another sweet kiss to your forehead. “If you wish it so, my arms are strong enough to hold the both of you.”

“Cregan,” Jacaerys breathed, leaning closer.

A shiver broke out across your skin at what occurred next—Cregan pulled away from you and pressed his mouth to Jace’s, swallowing the surprised sound he made. Your twin surged up against the Northman, the arm that wasn’t holding you wrapping around his neck. 

“I just need the two of you close to me,” you whispered, and in the next breath Cregan’s mouth was back on yours, while Jacaerys was burrowing closer to you again. 

For a moment there was nothing to the room but heavy breaths as you traded kisses—Cregan could hardly catch his breath as either you or your twin would capture his mouth when the other would pull away. The stubble on his chin scratched pleasantly at Jace’s own skin, the two men more daring and rougher with each other than they were with you.

Whether it was the day’s emotions catching up with you or the overall stress of war, tension quickly rose, making the three of you more rash and impatient. 

Cregan groaned in Jace’s mouth when you took the initiative and unbuckled his belt, then untucked his shirt. You swallowed a girlish giggle when it prompted Jacaerys to hurry off the bed to shed his own clothes. He pulled his shirt over his head ungainly, messing up his mop of curls. Pressing an approving kiss to Cregan’s jaw, you crawled back onto the pillows, looking attentively at the two disrobing men. 

Cregan’s eyes darkened while they roamed Jace’s slim frame from face to thighs, his jaw tightening as he saw the young man’s cock harden under his gaze. Jace flushed deliciously, looking almost shyly at the Northman.

Clothes shed rather roughly, Cregan quickly stood bare for two pairs of eyes to see. He was broad, a spattering of dark hair spread across his pale skin, a thick waist that tapered into sturdy hips. You could not help the bold thought that such was a man made for pleasure.

For a moment Cregan allowed himself to be led back onto the sheets, Jacaerys chasing the taste of his mouth. He had the enthusiasm of youth, a freshness that made Cregan’s young but weary bones feel new again. Tucked alongside his body, you curled a hand around his thick length and he hissed. It had been a while since he had enjoyed the touch of another, and this simple caress made him realize how much he had missed it.

Caught between your hand at the apex of his thighs and Jace’s mouth on his, he surrendered to the will of his two lovers, infinitely proud that he had two young dragons in his bed, willing to share a moment of respite and warmth. 

“This isn’t right,” he said after a minute of basking in your attention and that of your twin, when his simmering desire turned ablaze. “I should be taking care of you.”

He gently dislodged the two of you from his sides, then rose on his knees and turned around, kneeling over the two of you, his chest full of emotions he could hardly name.

For a moment he watched you, side by side on the sheets, perfect mirror images. You turned into each other’s embrace, and he saw you melt into your twin’s kiss, quick and practiced, making him wonder how far the two of you had wandered—the mere thought made his cock throb.

Jacaerys kissed you further into the pillow and Cregan lowered himself over you. You must have moaned into his mouth when the Northman’s lips found your neck, then your breasts, and sucked the peaks into his mouth one after the other, but it was lost over the rushing in your ears.

“Allow me, princess,” he quickly asked, and you could only gasp your approval for him to kiss down your body, first the valley between your breasts, then the soft curve of your stomach, to finally reach the apex of your thighs.

You cursed out loud when his tongue slid between your folds and pressed on your pearl. You bucked wildly, chasing your pleasure at his mouth. “Slow, princess,” he said, firm but loving, and the dichotomy sent delicious shivers down your spine.

“Perhaps you shall teach her patience,” Jacaerys teased, making you whine.

“You are as hurried as me,” you protested, and Cregan chuckled. He would gladly teach the two of you, he thought. Your playfulness and youthful eagerness was a delight, one he was rarely witness to.

Sitting on the sheets, watching you and Cregan, Jacaerys wrapped a hand around his cock, squeezing himself with every swipe of Cregan’s tongue on you. He kept a slow rhythm, and shuddered when Cregan’s hands came to your hips, holding you down gently. His tongue was strong and skilled, pressing delightfully into the entrance of your body, his upper lip catching on your nub, his whole mouth dedicated to exploring you.

“How does it feel?” Jace asked despite himself, biting his lip when Cregan looked up at him without breaking the rhythm of his tongue between your folds, his eyes two pools of dark brown.

“Good,” you sighed, unable to find a more sophisticated word. 

You could see the way your twin was twitching and trembling, eager for the touch of another. You reached out for him and Jacaerys scooted over until you could loosely wrap your hand around his length along with his own fingers, teasing. Seeing it, Cregan made a sound against you, and you rocked back against him harder.

“Could we—” Jacaerys flushed, his cock twitching in your grasp.

“Please?” you asked, knowing whatever had crossed your twin’s mind, it would incense you as much as it seemed to excite him.

“Perhaps we could find a way…” he tried again, biting his lower lip when his words seemed too filthy to even think, and he couldn’t bring himself to voice them.

“Whatever my prince wants, right, princess?” Cregan said, pressing a light kiss at the top of your pearl, where the skin was thinnest and softest, a most gentle tease.

Under your scrutiny, Jacaerys complied and guided both you and Cregan with silent nods and stretched hands. The man looked at Jacaerys with attention, following his every movement.

Your twin lowered himself to the sheets slowly, catching his weight on his elbow and bringing himself down until he came to rest his forehead against the Northman’s thick thigh. Cregan seemed to understand where the young man’s head was at and breathed an amused laugh.

“You shall take care of me, and let your sister take care of you?” he suggested. 

It took some adjustment, but after a few hesitant breaths, the three of you found comfortable positions and an easy rhythm, each curled into the other’s body in a perfect loop. Head carefully nestled against Cregan’s large thigh, Jacaerys was sucking the head of his cock into his mouth, making the Northman moan against your cunt.

In turn, your own pleasure could be felt in the way you stroked Jace’s cock, your tongue occasionally coming out to lick the bitter taste from its tip, making him hiss and whimper every time.

“Having trouble focusing?” you asked after a little while, breathless and teasing.

Curled into Cregan’s body, Jacaerys had lost himself again to the sweetness of your mouth, the rhythm of his own ministrations faltering. His skin was too tight from the combined effort to please his lover and restrain himself from thrusting deeper past your lips. 

“No, I can do it,” he replied, but you knew your twin better than himself, and you propped yourself up on your elbow, running a hand at his hip, concerned.

“Let me take over,” Cregan offered gently and you nodded, following his silent guidance as he looked pointedly at you—you laid back down on the sheets obediently and the corner of his mouth lifted in a pleased smile.

He then turned to Jace, tangling his fingers into his sweaty curls, but not before stroking the back of his knuckles along his cheekbone—your twin was flushed, looking up adoringly at your betrothed. 

“Just breathe, my prince,” Cregan guided him, a firm but gentle hand at the back of the head. 

He guided Jace’s head to rest comfortably against his thigh, tucked into the crease of his hip, his mouth grazing the tip of Cregan’s member. You bit your lip watching your twin’s rosy lips part and the tip of his tongue lap up the pearl of moisture at the head, and Cregan groaned his appreciation. 

“Just focus on her touch, and I shall take care of the rest,” he said, and everything from his gentle tone to his confidence melted your very bones. 

Your own hand slithered between your legs, grazing your sensitive pearl as you watched avidly. With a slight angle of his hips, Cregan could effortlessly push his length past Jace’s lips, who only had to breathe through his nose and trust that the other man would not give him more than he could take. 

The three of you fell into an effortless symphony, each following the rhythm of the other, Cregan guiding you gently with a confidence that made you feel safe and cherished. He was patient, thorough, slowly bringing you to new heights, his own control tested by the sweet heat of Jace’s mouth. The young man was happily floating, his head swimming with the feeling of your lips around his tip and your hand leisurely stroking his length. 

Your whole body was tingling, waves of warmth going through your limbs with the slow, torturous ascent towards your peak. When you reached your breaking point, this time it was you who could not keep up anymore—you gave up on Jace’s pleasure and threw your head back, hips arching under Cregan’s mouth. You covered your cries with the palm of your hand as he curled his tongue inside of you, then pressed it back up against your pearl.

It made satisfaction ripple down his back, to feel you fall apart under his tongue. Hips stuttering and back arching from the bed, you were lost to the world so long as waves of pleasures crashed through you, finally unsettling the knot of tension at the pit of your stomach.

When you were finally able to look back down at your lovers, Jacaerys was licking the taste of you from Cregan’s mouth, the both of them focused on each other while you recovered from your high.

The older man lowered your twin back onto the sheets, and soon you had the pleasure to watch the Northerner take him apart. Hips nestled between Jace’s parted thighs, Cregan took their cocks into one of his large hands and started a strong rhythm, his fingers on the tighter side, a twist of his hand pulling shivers from the younger man. 

Head thrown back, eyes closed and brows pinched, Jacaerys lost control of himself little by little, his mouth dropping open as he moaned his pleasure.

Above him, Cregan was drinking him in, eyelids heavy with the need to close them, but determined to commit every single second of this to memory. Your chest swelled with affection, seeing the tender way he was looking down at your twin, clearly endeared by the soft moans falling from Jace’s lips.

“That’s it, my prince,” he praised, his voice rough, his mouth pulling at the corner when your twin sobbed out loud, one of his hands reaching for you. 

You intertwined your fingers together and the pressure almost hurt when he tensed and finally, pleasure crested over, spilling in thick ropes over Cregan’s fingers and his own stomach. Cregan fell forward and tucked his face into Jace’s neck, panting into his flushed skin, his thrusts losing their coordination. 

The sight of him adding to the mess on Jace’s belly made one last shiver strike your core—they were beautiful, each in their own way, and they were both yours, by oath and by blood. Without a word you climbed down the bed and fetched a cloth, dipping it into the jug of water that sat atop the dresser.

Cregan took it gratefully to wipe Jacaerys clean, and then himself.

“Will you sleep, now?” Jacaerys asked when he could find his words again, slightly breathless, to which you nodded. 

Satisfaction was seeping into your bones, settling your worries and pulling you back into slumber, and you had the utmost certainty that as long as you were held by these two men, you would be safe. You nestled back into the sheets, warm from your couplings, and expected your lovers to settle on either side of you.

Instead, you were pleasantly surprised when Cregan came back to the bed and laid in the middle, slipping an arm under you to place him as his side as he wished, and inviting Jacaerys to settle next to him as well. His chest was warm under the palm of your hand, and his shoulder a solid mass under your weary head as you rested it, close enough to hear the thumping of his heart.

On the other side of the Northman, your twin brother did the same, and the two of you shared a look that spoke of many nights to come.

“Sleep, my dragons,” Cregan murmured, his tone warm. “I shall guard you ‘till dawn.”

Dividers by @zaldritzosrose. Thank you to my darling @still-jon-snow for beta reading the first draft of this oneshot ♡

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