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The Death of the Velaryons

zosantober day 08 - toad

Imagine a modern AU where Jacaerys is an unmated omega from a rich and powerful family, and needs bodyguards. Constantly. He grew up under watchful eyes and for the most part is used to it, because all bodyguards his mother gets him are betas, respectful, polite, reserved, mindful, and very demure.

Until the threat from the Greens looms and Luke gets hurt, and Daemon announces that from now on all bodyguard duties will be given to alphas he has personally chosen.

Jace gets Cregan Stark- a young, but battle-tested veteran who is unmatched in combat skills and is nothing like Jace's previous buddy beta guards.

Where Jace's betas were agreeable, Cregan is unmoving. Sharp. And strict. Naturally, Jace immediately starts rebelling, and his natural cuntiness skyrockets.

His suppressants work well, top-notch, and he is 100% sure he is not attracted to his new obnoxious, nasty alpha. However, he is quite certain Cregan does find him appealing (he isn't blind, he sees the lingering glances and crowding of the personal space).

He even starts teasing Cregan about it, something along "no need to pretend to check the perimeter around my back, Cregan, I know you just want to smell me."

Cregan, for the most part, just ignores it- which makes Jace sulkier. So, Jace decides to retaliate, ditches Cregan by escaping through the window, and goes to the club. Mixes and mingles with others, even gets himself a handsy beta that invites him to the vip lounge. They only get down to kissing when Cregan storms in and carries Jace out without a word.

Jace is livid until Cregan drags him back- into the now empty room- and shows him a hole in the wall right where he was sitting.

Grabs him by the throat, and growls in that husky voice of his, "This is a bullet hole, if you moved one second later than you did, it would've entered here,"- he pushes two fingers into Jace's forehead, "And exited on the other side. So next time you try to run, remember you might not run far. Now get back to the car."

Jace follows him in silence, horrified. By the time they reach Cregan's jeep, Cregan's fury subsides, and he turns to Jace, gives him his jacket, rubs his hands on Jace's arms. "Hey, it's alright, kid, you're safe. I won't let anything happen to you, I promise" Cregan cups Jace's face and traces his jaw with his thumb, "You just have to promise you'll never run away from me like this again. Yes?"

"Yes."

The ride home is quiet. Jace lives in the two-story penthouse, so Cregan takes up the downstairs lounge, while Jace sulks about his upper level. After the shower and a nice flowery bath, the whole ordeal seems less ... real, so Jace just goes to sleep.

His dreams are different this time; before he mostly dreamt of pleasant things, running around flower fields, enjoying the sun, laughter, and soft hands touching and hugging him. This time it's different- there is a shadow standing behind him, enveloping him, radiating fury and absolute danger, making the hair on his neck stand up... but the shadow seems to loom so large all other shadows just scatter away and disappear, and Jace willingly sinks into the darkness. And now it's rough hands on his throat, on his waist, on his thighs, roaming and taking, and lips and teeth leaving marks in unthinkable places...

Jace wakes up sweaty and hot, and his feet automatically take him downstairs.

Cregan isn't sleeping either,

"You were moaning in your sleep"

Jace pouts, "well, it's your fault. And you have to fix it."

"You need to get back upstairs, Jace. NOW."

"Why? Am i so disgusting you can't even bare to look at me?"

Cregan stares at him, with eyes glowing, his alpha growling deep in his chest, "I can smell your arousal from upstairs. I bet you are dripping wet right now, you need to get back to your room."

"No, YOU need to fix this mess. It's all your fault, your smell, your skin, your assholness, your everything!"

Cregan closes the distance between them in two strides,

"Are you sure you wanna go there, little prince? Have you even been with alphas before?"

"I am not little and not a prince, and don't worry, I can handle you just fine."

Cregan hums approvingly, fingers grabbing Jace's curls to give him access to kiss the man's neck. "Good then, take your clothes off and get upstairs."

Jace whines, "Why upstairs?"

I feel like the fandom collectively decided that Cregan Stark is this broody, solemn, always serious man whose smile is a rare treasure, like a warm day in winter.

And I get it; he is very straight-forward, right down to business, no-bullshit type of a guy (which is understandable, considering the conditions he lives in, and lives he must protect on a daily basis).

I also understand how he would be cold and reserved at first, cautious of anyone he doesn't know (case in point: Jace), and guarded (considering his closest family tried to usurp him, why wouldn't he be?)

And yes, he would be a giant loving teddy bear to his wife and kids.

But where's his mischievous side? Where's his adventurous and dangerous side?

Why are we all missing that

He is incredibly smart - he managed to oust his usurper uncle at the age of 16 by sheer will and wits. That says a lot.

He has a dry, sharp sense of humor. Yes, you don't get it much from 3 minutes of screen time, but if you read the books, it's THERE. Even the jab at Jace ("you had the mercy of not threatening me with your dragon") is right there, and it's FUNNY. Give me more sarcastic and dark-humored-Cregan!

He is a charismatic person- first of all, some generic schlob wouldn't get 3 wives, one of which was Aly Blackwood. Like, that just doesn't happen unless you're filthy rich (which Cregan is not). So I doubt he could've gotten that just by being this cold and broody and grumpy Wolf. No, there's plenty of charisma there. Second of all, he got the Riverlords look up to him the moment he reached their armies. He didn't even DO anything much, just SHOWED UP, and got them all blushing like maidens. That doesn't sound to me like fear or respect or general unease that you get next to a respectable, strong personality. It sounds more like a crush to me, if i'm being honest.

He is adventurous, he loves danger, and you can't convince me otherwise. A peace/safety-loving man would not threaten to attack 3 separate kingdoms just because he felt like it.

And he is also deeply wounded inside. He lost his mother young, so he never had a loving warm embrace of his mom. He lost his brother and his father when he was what, a teen? He was an orphan, while his closest remaining family was scheming behind his back. That kind of betrayal wounds deep. He lost his wife to a child bed, and i'm sure deep down he feels guilty about it (even though it's not his fault at all). So, there's a lot of insecurity and guilt and loneliness deep inside him- he is probably touch-starved, he likely wants to be praised and told that yes, he IS good enough to be a leader/husband/father. That the person he might open his heart to will never betray him, and never leave him- come hell or high water, they will be there for him. He even maybe, deep down, wants a person who he could be weak with. Not whiny or capricious, but weary. He is YOUNG, and he carries so much on his shoulders. He needs someone who would let him put his head down to their arms let it go, even if just for a moment.

He is smart, strong, quick-witted with dry sense of humor, but he is also an orphan and a widower with a Kingdom to run in the harshest of conditions.

I just feel like we are all concentrating on this "standard" Stark-ish description of him but missing the depth of his character. There's so much to explore...

Ok, rant over.

need people to see the vision of my skyrim au alright?? Dragonborn Jacaerys and Jarl of Winterfell Cregan…. im cooking here

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