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Hello our dragon loving friends! We hope everyone is feeling some way about the trailer from yesterday and is ready to direct that into some fic/art/whathaveyou!
By wild coincident we are announcing the first of four one day prompt events we are running this year and invite you all to join us!
This is a lowkey event, simple rules, simple prompts and one day to post on March 20th! No collection, no #tag just some fun!
Hello our dragon loving friends! We hope everyone is feeling some way about the trailer from yesterday and is ready to direct that into some fic/art/whathaveyou!
By wild coincident we are announcing the first of four one day prompt events we are running this year and invite you all to join us!
This is a lowkey event, simple rules, simple prompts and one day to post on March 20th! No collection, no #tag just some fun!
A/N: next installment for the September Song Challenge 2025! This time a little HotD action! Prompt was a song from the credits of a movie, I went with Misty Mountains from The Hobbit.
Fandom: House of the Dragon
Pairing: Cregan Stark/Jacaerys Velaryon
Rating: just barely M
WC: 700
TW: canon divergence, implied character death
Summary: He was told after he had regained conceciousness how Cregan had found Jace on the shores of the gullet, bleeding and broken, his dead dragon washed up beside him. Vermax had been riddle with so many arrow they couldn't count them all, his wings broken and torn.
Taglist: @legitalicat @thenameswinter99
Jace stared out the window overlooking the snow covered grounds of Winterfell. The sky was dark with a growing snow storm and the castle was buzzing with activity as the occupent of the keep prepared. Servants were running to and fro, performing any number of tasks to preapre for coming snow. From gathering wood for fires used to keep the keep warm to finding bedding for any of common folk from surrounding villages who would be seeking shelter inside it's walls.
A glint of metal in the faint grey light and the clamour of hooves on stone drew Jace's gaze towards Lord Cregan Stark, whom was helping his people prepare Winterfell for the upcoming cold snap. The Lord of Winterfell had ridden out before dawn had even arrived, along with over a dozen of his men and a pack of well trained hunting dogs, to fill the kitchen with fresh game. And it appears as though they had been sucessful.
Jace watched as a large stag was offloaded from a litter being pulled behind Cregan's giant stallion as well as over a dozen winter hares which hung from the edges of his saddle. All the game was passed off to a waiting servant to be preapred for storage and the cook fires in the keep's kitchen.
Jace watched as Cregan dismounted his horse, his hair sparkling with a light dusting of snow, his cheeks rosy. Jace's heart swelled with longing as he watched his dearest friend, his heart, his saviour, as he cared for his people so deeply.
The same dedication Jace had been the recipient of over the last few weeks.
<i>Jace remembered the exhilerating feeling of the wind as it battered against his face, the sharp smell of salt from the ocean below and then pain as the first struck. The impact of his body hitting the ice cold water with the crack of bones breaking and a large splash as Vermax crashed beside him in the waves.
There are flashes of water filling his lungs and struggling to reach the surface, then of hands on him, of a raised voice yelling his name then nothing.
He was told after he had regained conceciousness how Cregan had found Jace on the shores of the gullet, bleeding and broken, his dead dragon washed up beside him. Vermax had been riddle with so many arrow they couldn't count them all, his wings broken and torn.
Kneeling in the surf, desperate to save the one he loved, Cregan had made a decision, a decision which they still didn't know the full repercussions of. He stole him away from the battle, cloistered him within his own camp, his own healers and when he survived the first few nerve-wracking nights, back to Winterfell. All without a word to the Queen. Cregan choose to let everyone believe the prince had died that day.
Friend and Foe.
Even weeks later, when Lord Stark had marched upon Kings Landing and paved the way for Rhaenyra to take her rightful place on the throne, he said nothing about the fate of her first born.
She had other heirs afterall and Jace was his now. </i>
That night as thick fog rolled down from the mountains in the north Jace sought familiar comfort in Cregan's embrace. Warm under the layers of furs over his bed their bodies came together with passion and longing. Cregan taking Jace apart piece by piece with his fingers, his tongue, his cock.
The sweet feeling of Cregan inside of him almost enough to make Jace forget how much he missed his home, the drafty, sea swept halls of Dragonstone. How much he missed his family, his mother, his step-father, his little brothers, all of them. Most of all he missed Vermax, like his soul has been torn from his body and left adrift.
But he knew it was better this way, a trueborn son of Rhaenrya would take the throne after their mother, one that did not have the whispers of bastard following him from the shadows.
After, while wrapped in the safe arms of his lover Jace dreamed. He dreamed of the feral snarl of a dragon after the familiar command of "Dracarys" and the glint of saliva on razor-sharp fangs.
He dreams of fire, flames higher then the walls of the Red Keep and the flash of white-gold of his mothers hair as she screamed.
Jace always knew what awaited him. His life was planned out before he was even born. But Cregan Stark changes his routine. A chance encounter with a charming northerner changes his life forever, leading him to become a Jaeger and fight against the kaiju.
Summary: Strangers kept telling him to trust them, but Jace thought they could go fuck themselves when all they did was drag him off for “his own protection” and wouldn't let him go no matter how many times he told them he couldn't remember the person they thought he was.
Or, Amnesiac Jace survives the Battle of the Gullet but doesn't make anything easy for Cregan Stark to reignite a rebellion.
Notes: Wouldn't be able to write this without baby Bran's climbing chapter from game of thrones<3
CHAPTER ONE: JUST JACE.
“Give me the keys.”
“Jace, don't do this — !” Clamping a hand over her mouth, he pressed the edge of the fork a little deeper until she fell silent and her wide gray eyes began to water. She was afraid of him.
Jace bit his lip and almost keened. “Shh. I’m sorry, I’m really sorry, I don’t want to hurt you. Just give me the keys, Sara.”
Pulling the ring of keys out from her cloak’s pocket with shaking hands, Jace snatched them and carefully eased the beta into a chair. He felt like a monster stuffing a cloth in her mouth and tying her down with a sheet he ripped up, but he couldn't bring himself to knock her unconscious either. It was between hurting or traumatizing her, Jace just wasn't sure which one was worse.
“I'm sure I only have a small window of time, they'll find you soon, I'm sorry,” he kept repeating, genuinely apologetic as he hastily yanked on layers of shirts over himself and a cloak they gave him from the road.
Finding the key on the ring quicker than he expected, Jace unlocked the window shutters and squinted his eyes against the wind and snow that came blowing. It was dinnertime and everyone would be eating in the Great Hall at this hour is what he gathered from both Cregan and Sara, only a few household guards would be out right now. It was pitch black beyond the torchlights of the courtyard walls and already Jace's teeth were chattering against the cold that came inside with the wind. It was dangerous to run out in the dark, even if he did make it outside the castle walls – but if he had to escape it had to be now.
Squeezing through the open window with all his layers and the fur he threw over his shoulder, Jace stepped out onto the roof outside and closed it behind him so the wind blowing in wouldn't alert the guard outside his door sooner than necessary. Without the candlelight from his room, he was almost in complete darkness and practically blind trying to find his footing, but Jace had memorized every inch of the rooftop outside his window by now to remember where he needed to slide down. Without gloves, Jace's fingers occasionally slipped and luckily it was too cold to feel his hands being scraped up against the wall while he tried to cling on, but Jace was too concentrated on not looking down to pay his hands much thought.
When Cregan came to see him in the afternoon, sometimes he could hear the clanging of steel some days and was told they were close to the armory. So when he finally managed to work his way to the lowest hanging roof, Jace thanked the gods when he finally spotted a courtyard that was abandoned this time of the night and dropped down on the roof of a connecting bridge. Rearranging the fur over his shoulders and pulling the hood of his cloak over his head, Jace's adrenaline was racing so high he felt numb when he suddenly looked down to see his fingers were bleeding. In the low torchlight he saw dark rivulets dripping down his hands, startling him when he saw even some of his nails had peeled back. Unable to pay it any attention now, it took everything for Jace not to take off running and carefully walked along the rooftop of the bridge that connected to another tower.
From his little window, Jace could see this part of the castle led to another hall and another tower that was damaged. Sara told him a story about a lightning strike of some sort collapsing the ceiling, but it was basically abandoned. A tall watchtower connected to Winterfell's walls, Jace had to hope there was a lower level he could climb down from to the other side.