Scraped Knees And Warm Baths

Scraped knees and warm baths

{Cregan Stark knows how to take care of his wife}

I’ve been wanting to write for him so bad, I just haven’t had the time to write for any hotd characters recently, anyway hope you enjoy!! 💕💕

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You hadn’t meant to stay out so long, just for a small walk, you told yourself however time seemed to slip away from you, as you took in the serenity of nature, how the packed snow crunched underneath your feet, or the soft joyous melodies of birds, the crips air filled your lungs and it felt refreshing, it was good to get out the castle.

However it came with its dangers, ice, and somewhere along your journey you had lost your footing, slipping with a gasp against the stony path your palms grazing against the ragged surface along with your knees, just your luck, you think standing back to your feet with a huff.

And while you take your calm stroll outside Winterfell castle walls, Cregan was losing his mind, going mad with worry as he searches for you frantically and you’re nowhere to be seen, your absence sends his mind spiralling with horrid thoughts.

“She can’t have gone far my lord, I’m sure she’ll return… eventually” Maybe it’s the lack of worry in his tone or the smug smirk that teeters on his lips that sends Cregans’ skin tingling with anger as he turns to the guard.

“Ser Duncan I suggest you go help the rest of the men prepare- no one sleeps until my wife is found” he snaps walking closer to him, “Do I make myself clear?” He asks, trying to bite back the concern that sits on his tongue.

“Of course, my lord” and with that Cregan walks over to the stables a crease haunting his brows as he racks his mind for where you could possibly be.

“Lord Stark! She’s been found!”

Cregan is quick to look over and sure enough there you are, an overwhelming feeling of relief washes over him as he looks at you, bright-eyed with a giant smile, your dress stained with mud and he runs over to you, wrapping your shoulders with one of his furs protecting you from the harsh northern winds.

“Silly girl” he murmurs, urging you into his arms tightly.

You can hear the unease that weaves through his tone and it nips at your heart making you feel a little guilty, "I'm sorry" you whisper.

he pulls away slightly, looking at you with gentle eyes before turning around, “Lyra prepare a hot bath,” he says and she nods curtly, turning on her heels.

You silently scold yourself for causing so much trouble as you look around at all the men and women gathering around, you didn’t realise you were gone for so long, his hand rests on the small of your back leading you back to your shared bedchambers.

“I almost had the whole north searching for you,” he tells you, his big hands cupping either side of your face and he just can’t bring himself to be mad at you, the way you smile so sweetly at him, “I reckon you’ll send me to an early grave my dear” he sighs pressing a kiss to your forehead.

His hands reach for yours, and you gasp as fingers brush against the graze on your palm, “What? What is it- what happened?” He panics, taking your hands and studying the abrasions that adorn your palms with concern.

“It’s nothing, Cregan,” you say pulling your hands away, and before you can dismiss his worries he’s already pulling up the fabric of your dress noticing the blood that stains your knees, along with the small cuts.

“How did you manage this?” He asks, guiding you to the steaming tub, his fingers make work with untying the lace of your dress, letting the sleeves fall down to your arms and he peppers gentle kisses to your shoulder.

You giggle at the memory, “I slipped on ice, it wasn’t too bad” You smile stepping out of the dress, and you're not too sure if you're trying to convince him or yourself, your hands grasping at his arms as he eases you into the bath, the warm water soothes the dull ache in your muscles.

His hand cups at the water pouring it over your skin, “Wasn’t too bad? Look at your knees my love” he says nodding over to your knees that are pulled to your chest, he leans to press gentle kisses to them careful of the cuts, “I’ll go get the Maesters to take a look at it, don’t want it getting infected” he presses a kiss to your forehead and he goes to stand but you're quick to stop him.

“Wait- stay for a second more” you whisper and his face softens, he doesn’t think he could ever say no to you.

He sits back down on the wooden stall, picking up the small jug, “Of course my dear” takes his forefinger resting it underneath your chin as he pushes your head up slightly before pouring the warm water over your hair.

He washes you gently, peppering occasional kisses to your wet skin, “Come on my dear let’s get you warm and something to eat” he says helping you out of the tub, the water now lukewarm, he dries you off with such loving eyes, helping you change into something comfortable.

You sit by the fire humming at the pleasant warmth that surrounds you like a blanket, “Thank you Lyra” Cregan smiles as she places a hot bowl of stew on the table along with bread before walking out of the room with a nod.

“Eat something, my dear, I’ll go get the Maesters,” he says, pressing a kiss against your temple.

“Thank you, Cregan” You look up at him as his thumb brushes against your cheek, his chest blooms with love and there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for you.

He looks at you with adoration in his eyes, “Of course, anything for you” and you swear your heart stops at his love, the lord Stark of Winterfell, how you owned his entire heart.

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im sending u a dentist bill btw for the toothache i got while reading the ask w the first kiss w leon bc it was so sweet btw 😭 jk jk but it was rly cute!! u captured the softness so well im crying 🥹 huhu

Awww thank you lovely!! 💕💕

hey hey hey sweetieee!! may i please request a fluff leon×reader shopping day where they spend hours sniffing scented candles? i bought some vanilla cream scented candles and i thought that it could be a cute idea for you!! it's totally okay if you chose not to write it hun, don't worry🥹🤍🤍

Wild Orchid

{You and Leon shop for candles}

Please I love this so much, thank you my lovely!! 💕

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“Ugh, what is that?” Leon’s face scrunches at the strong smell that practically stings his nose, cringing as the harsh scent invades his senses and you can’t help but giggle at the way his eyes crinkle in disgust.

You take the candle from his hands putting it back in its place, “It’s pinewood, do you not like it, baby?” You ask watching as he shakes his head, resting his chin against your shoulder as he looks over at the various different candles.

“That’s the worst one so far” he whispers, hands against your hips, as you pick up the purple-looking one bringing it to your nose.

It was a sweet smell, almost like a dessert with a refreshing hint it reminded you of spring in a way and you hum with delight, “Hmm wild orchid” You bring the candle to Leon’s nose.

“It smells like you,” he says with a smile, the scent pleasantly lingers in his nose reminding him of that specific perfume you have, the one you were wearing when he asked you to officially be his, the one you had on when he first kissed you, and the memory makes him feel all fuzzy.

You glance over at him, his chin still resting on your shoulder, “Is that a good thing?” You giggle, putting the candle back on the self.

“Yeah of course, it’s sweet just like you” He presses a kiss to your cheek, chuckling as you start booing at his cheesy comment.

“That was awful Leon” You giggle as he peppers kisses to your jaw.

“What you don’t like it? My sweet girl” he smirks, lips grazing against your skin, and you roll your eyes pushing at his shoulder, you’re thankful that the aisle is empty.

You watch as he reaches up to the top shelf and you notice the way the muscles on his arms tense with the action, he picks up one of the few orange candles bringing it to your nose.

“Mm it’s too, festive-ey,” you say, rubbing at your nose as the smell of sweet cinnamon pricks at your senses, leaving an odd itch at the back of your throat, you watch as he takes a whiff, his eyebrows knitting together.

“Yeah definitely” He nods putting it back, and Leon notices the way you hold your head with discomfort, seething slightly in pain, “You alright? Is it your head sweetheart?” He asks thumb brushing against your cheek.

“Mhm, it’s all these candles, too much” You smile, trying to ignore the pain in your head caused by too many conflicting scents, and he nods at you with an understanding expression, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Come on let’s get you, home angel,” he says, picking up the 'Wild orchid' candle you said you liked, the one that smells like you, putting it in the shopping cart and he guides you through the rest of the store with a gentle hand on the small of your back.

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Forever and always

{Regulus wakes up from a nightmare and you’re there to comfort him}

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Regulus doesn’t exactly have the best relationship with sleep, it was fifty-fifty whether or not he would get any, and the times he did often came plagued with nightmares of his past, and horrible ideas of what the future might have in store for him, so more often than not he would avoid it altogether, apart from when he’s with you.

You always brought a sense of contentment, to him you’re what home should feel like, a loving and gentle feeling that wraps around him like a handmade blanket, woven by your hands.

It’s a feeling he loses himself in, and he’s no longer Regulus Arcturus Black, he no longer feels the need to uphold a family name or to keep a certain appearance, he’s simply just a boy who’s allowed to feel in the safety of your arms.

And so sleep comes easier when he’s next to you, his arm slung lazily over your waist as he holds you close, your legs linked with his in a mess of limbs all hidden underneath the warmth of your blanket.

However the mind can be a cruel thing, it can conjure up the worst thoughts that some couldn’t comprehend, or even begin to imagine.

His nightmare drags on slowly and painfully, and he can’t seem to wake up, his body frozen with made-up fear, all he can see and hear is you, his biggest weakness and yet his strength.

He can hear the strangled pain in your voice as your pleas fall on deaf ears, you’re begging them to stop, screaming out in agony. Regulus tries to run to you, he tries so hard to move but he’s frozen in panic, even when you’re calling out his name.

He finally breaks out of the nightmare, sitting up with a broken sob realizing he must have been crying in his sleep, his eyes widen in panic, and his chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath but his attempts are fruitless as he lets out a string of broken gasps his hands erratically searching for yours.

You’re woken by the sudden moment, “Regulus?” You whisper softly, sitting up next to him, and you can see the fear that drowns his eyes and your heart breaks as you watch tears fall from his eyelashes down his cheeks, he lets out a pitiful sob.

His hands shake with worry as he gently cups your face in his hands, his eyes studying your concerned expression as if he doesn’t believe you’re truly here, “I- I’m sorry, I’m sorry” he cries, his nightmare still lingering in the back of his mind convincing him you’re hurt, and you gently take his hands in yours guiding them away from your face to rest on your lap.

“It’s okay, you’re okay my love” you whisper as you take him into your arms, his head resting in the crook of your shoulder and he nuzzles his nose further into your neck, “You’re home, with me. I promise we are safe Regulus,” you say while his arms wrap around your waist, hands grasping at the soft fabric of your shirt as he holds you closer.

Home, he thinks, it's such a foreign thing for him that he’s not even sure what it is exactly, but being here with you felt right, felt good. You’re his home.

“They— I hurt you, I— I tried to move— I couldn’t- I’m sorry” he gasped, losing himself within your warmth as your hands rub against the expanse of his back.

“It was just a nightmare, my love, it wasn’t real, see I’m okay, right here with you” you smile pulling away from him gently as you take his face in your hands, and you watch his eyes scan across your loving expression and something blooms within his heart, “We’re okay” you remind him and he nods gently replying with a small broken, ‘okay’

He calms down, taking deep breaths as you guide him back to reality, like a lighthouse to a boat amidst a brutal storm, and he finds sanctuary within your warmth as you press gentle kisses to his face.

“I’m sorry for waking you up” he whispers, as you shake your head, and a sad smile tugs at your supple lips.

“You know I’d rather you wake me up, I’m here for you Reggie, forever and always,” you say, and he looks at you with such a gentle caring look it melts your heart.

“Forever and always, I like that” he nods with a smile and you let out a breathy giggle, your forehead resting against his, his black curls tickling your cheek.

“As do I my dear” you press a kiss against the corner of his mouth, “Do you want a bath? Or are you okay to go back to sleep?” You ask

There’s a voice that nips at the back of his mind to pick the latter to, not cause any more trouble than he already has, but he doesn’t, perhaps it’s the way you asked with such a tender tone that he just can’t bring himself to listen to that voice.

“A bath would be nice” and that is all it takes as you nod kissing his forehead, you mumble a quiet, ‘of course my love’ and he watches you walk into the bathroom and he can hear the water flowing while you pop your head around the corner.

“Lavender right?” You ask and he smiles to himself as he nods, he hears you repeat the word 'Lavender' to yourself as you walk back into the bathroom, and he quietly chuckles, yes here with you is his home, forever and always.

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☾⋆AN/ My first time writing for Regulus :0 hope you enjoyed my lovelies! <3

Needy

{James gets needy after coming home from practice}

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James loves coming home to you after quidditch practice, laying in your arms and basking in your warmth after spending the day outside in the freezing cold rain, the way you make him feel so cosy with love.

There’s a dull ache that seizes his body, leaving him exhausted, his muscles sore from the strenuous exercise and there’s no other place he’d rather be than with you.

He lays in between your legs his head resting against your chest as your fingers play with the ends of his hair, he’s not paying any attention to the movie instead he finds himself distracted by the slow rhythm of your heart and the steady rise and fall of your chest.

“God you’re so warm” he sighs nuzzling his nose into your neck as he leans in closer to you, his hands dipping underneath your shirt settling against your belly, and he hums in bliss at the softness of your skin, “so so warm”

You giggle at his neediness, “Quit treating me like your personal radiator” You try to wiggle free from underneath him but it’s pointless, his body weight sandwiches you against the sofa, not that you’re complaining.

“S’not my fault you’re so warm, and soft,” he says, sighing as your fingers thread through his hair.

There’s a comfortable silence that blankets you both, and you go back to watching the movie, and it’s peaceful until James starts pinching at the fat of your stomach, “James!” you gasp hitting his shoulder and your hands go to grab his trying to stop his pinching.

And you reckon if it was anyone but James Potter you might've killed them for it.

He looks up at you, smirking at your fed-up expression and you roll your eyes trying to hold back the smile that teeters on your lips, “Asshole” you divert your attention back to the movie, trying to avoid his eye contact.

“I’m sorry” he mumbles, lips grazing your neck, and he can feel your pulse against his skin and he peppers delicate kisses against your neck trailing up to your jaw.

And you try your best to ignore him, as he mumbles more apologies, but it’s easier said than done especially when his kisses turn needier and the way his thumb draws circles into your hip coaxing you to look at him.

“Forgive me?” He whispers, and you purse your lips trying to focus on the movie that's still playing.

James takes a moment, thinking of how to win your attention and he smirks when he gets an idea, leaving opened-mouthed kisses along your neck trailing up to your pulse point, a clash of teeth and tongue dragging along your skin, “James” you warn and you feel him snicker against you.

“Do you forgive me now?” He asks, sitting up to admire your face, how the warm light of the lamp sits against your skin, so pretty, he thinks looking down at you with the most loving eyes.

You smile at him, “Yes I do”

“Yeah?”

“Yes” you giggle as his hands cup your jaw, fingers pressed against your cheek, turning your head to face him, he leans down to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth then another and another and another.

He peppers kisses all over your face, hands cupping against either side of your face squishing your cheeks together, and you groan trying to push him away but it’s impossible when he’s sitting on his knees in between your legs.

“Oh my god, James what’s gotten into you?” You giggle, fingers wrapping around his wrists as you bring his hands away from your face, and he looks at you as if you’ve asked the most obvious question ever.

You watch as he huffs, “I’ve missed you, I was at practice all day” he says smushing his face against your neck, laying his body weight against you.

“Just let me love on you sweetheart,” he says with a teasing smile, and you shake your head finally giving up as you let him lay against you.

Your arms wrap around his shoulders and your hands settle against his back as he rests his head in the crook of your neck, he can smell the sweet perfume he’d brought you for your birthday and he hums in contentment as the flowery scent pleasantly surrounds him.

“You’re still coming to my game tomorrow?” He asks, and you can tell he’s getting tired by his tone, your fingers graze along his spine.

You turn to press a kiss to his forehead, “Of course I am, wouldn’t miss it for anything” you tell him and you can feel him smile, his chest blooms with adoration, and you go back to watching the movie as he falls asleep wrapped up in your arms, and you know that by the time he wakes up your going to have seriously bad pins and needles but you don’t mind, it's worth it.

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Please she’s so so pretty! <33 {I’ve never done polls this is kinda exciting}

{{also no offence if you don’t, I just wanna know before I post anything}} have a wonderful day my lovelies!! 💕