#aeron is a little shit

[icanbeyourgenie]

“ My sister got lost for seven hours in your fucking maze of a castle and no one looked for her?! You're her husband, that you like it or not, your duty is to protect her. Next time I won't be this merciful. ” – a mad Malachai to Aeron after learning Calypso got lost in the castle which prompt him to come

Aeron raised an eyebrow. He didn't expect the son of Triton to be there. Didn't he leave not long after the wedding? Aeron did not push the reasoning further. He didn't care much about a man he talked to maybe twice in his entire life. But he could see that the other prince was angry. Angry enough to confront him in an empty corridor with unsaid threats, when they all knew how fragile the peace between their two people were. Maybe Malachai didn't care, but war was a fate Aeron did want to avoid. However, if the fae had one passion in life, it was to push the buttons of angry people. And seeing the look on Malachai's face, he was about to have some fun.

“What are you talking about?” He was truly clueless there.

“Don't play me for a fool. I'm talking about your cousin 'accidentally' losing my little sister in this fucking maze of a palace for hours! If her maid didn't find her, she'd be dead by now.”

Aeron sneered. “If it's Euphemia you're talking about, it definitely wasn't an accident.”

“I know that. Which brings me back to my original point: You have a duty of care over her. It should not have happened.”

“What shouldn't have happened? Her needing the help of a maid not to die, or calling her big brother to the rescue like a little girl? Because I'd argue that both shouldn't have happened. But hey, who am I to judge the raising customs of merfolk, huh?”

Malachai's eyes got even redder if that was possible. He got closer to Aeron, clearly ready to strike. “Be very careful what you say next.” He warned.

“Besides, what do you want me to do about it? Put her on a leash? Oh wait-” He showed his wrist, where still lied Calypso's bracelet. “I already did.”

Malachai's fist ended up on Aeron's jaw faster than expected. Aeron laughed, and Malachai stroke again, and again, to wipe that smile off of the fae's face. It only intensified it but soon enough, Aeron started to fight back, and it got messy real quick.

They were already covered in blood when Malachai started to shake the ground to unsettle Aeron, who immediately fell on his back, giving Malachai the opportunity to get on top of him to keep hitting him. Aeron knew each one of Triton's kids were granted a power, but apart from Calypso's, he had no clue what the others were. Until today.

He used the fairy dust to animate a statue that was resting next to the wall, making it drag Malachai back just enough so Aeron could get back on his feet again. He stroke again, and noticed that for now, as heavily armed as they both were, none of them drew an actual weapon. Good, maybe Malachai did care about not starting a war after all.

“What is the meaning of this?”

This question came from the only person who could actually scare Aeron into giving up a fight. Fortunately, it stopped Malachai too. Of course it did, Aeron thought. Malachai probably had the same experience with Triton. After all, when your parent was the most powerful person alive, you learned to obey real quick.

So they were both on their feet, facing Morgana with their back straight, like they were just having a conversation and weren't covered in blood at all.

“Nothing, your Majesty.” Malachai spoke first. “We were just...”

“Settling a minor disagreement. It's over now.” Aeron finished.

“Good. Because my corridor is no place for a fight. If you boys have some extra energy to spend, we have actual training fields for it. Am I making myself clear?”

The Sceptre glowed a little - a bad sign - and they both nodded. It seemed to appease Morgana, but Aeron knew she hid her true feelings like no one.

“Now, Malachai, I believe you have just returned to us from the Sea. You must be tired from the journey. I had the servants prepare your room.”

“This is very kind of you, your Majesty.” He answered like a proper prince.

“Aeron, you're coming with me. We have things to discuss.”

When she walked ahead, Aeron had to follow her. He only turned around to see Malachai still fuming. He almost laughed. He didn't pay much attention to the heir of Triton before, outside of when he tried to gather informations, but maybe he should have. If the prince Malachai often displayed this temper, Aeron would definitely enjoy his company.

[rvllybllply2014]

Okay but Aeron and Davos are married. But Aeron always calls Davos his current husband. It pisses Davos off so much but Aeron just reminds him that divorce is a very real thing so he better watch out. Besides Amos would gladly have Aeron come live with him again. Aeron would never divorce Davos it’s just his way of keeping Davos in line, the jealousy Davos expresses can be a bit much at times, so when that happens he’s just the current husband. Or Aeron tells people that he’s temporarily married to his current husband.

[callooopie]

Modern!Davos Blackwood headcannons (pt. 1?)

— SFW —

I’ll hit it from the back, just so you don’t get attached — i like the way you kiss me // artemas

I can definitely see myself making more of these. Adding to the modern! Davos lore. Not proofread. LMK if y’all have other ideas or headcannons too!

Benjicot Davos Blackwood. People call him Davos. Only close friends call him Ben. Only you can call him Benji. Although, he goes by his middle name usually. Now, bloody Ben? That’s a story to be told later on how he got... (There is no story. It’s just people saying “Shit.. there’s bloody Ben..” or something like that. There’s no violence to the name, only pure exasperation when people see him)

This is the boy you need to hide away in your closet or under your bed when your parents come checking in on you randomly. You could’ve been working on homework, or just hanging around. And somehow this “annoying” guy appeared outside your bedroom window—and you just had to let him in. “C’mooon, let me in sweetheart.. you think I can’t climb up there? Stand back, I’ll show you.”

He is the type of person to rant about how the education system is rigged, set up to fail students, or rant about it in general and as a whole. Anyway he’s got a 4.0, and makes it onto the dean’s list every semester in college. However he is always late to class—complete with either a Monster or Red Bull drink in tow.

He invites you over to his place like a gentleman. Ignore his “annoying fuckass” roommate.. (it’s Aeron.) He does the whole (“it’s a little messy :3”) as he leads you down the hall of their apartment. “Hello MTV, welcome to my crib.”

He cooks at that desk, game-wise. Faceit level is between 5-6. CSGO rank is Master Guardian II (He does tell you he once hit Global Elite. But he stopped the grind to focus on school, not because he’s washed or anything—maybe you could be his Valorant duo? Or be his support in League; he’ll have you know he makes a mean ADC.. do you do overnight discord calls?—)

If you play more casual games (Minecraft, stardew, etc) he will play with you, HOWEVER, he will either ruin the aesthetic of the minecraft world via automated farms OR speedrun the mines in stardew (he passes out so much it starts to affect the money you’re trying to save for farm upgrades). Every time he goes fishing in either game he puts on a country accent and makes “gone fishing, getting away from my bitch wife” jokes. “I’ve uh- carved out an area for the iron farm. Nothin’ too big—just something to get started.” (Shows you an utterly decimated and leveled biome)

Davos Blackwood fun fact no. 43; he does rallying (rally racing). He went to a rally school for fun over the summer. Ignore the price tag; yes he saved up for that! no it’s not dangerous! Regular driving wise he does donuts in empty parking lots, and takes corners way too fast. He is the type to street race a random ass pickup truck or some other car that pulls up beside him. It is thrilling, and he knows you enjoy it too despite your protests and how you grip the handle above the seat. “No it’s fine.. pfft—don’t worry don’t— I’ll smoke him. Just watch.”

Speaking of cars. Do not complain about his car. This is his baby. His one and only. It’s an old car; it’s so old it’s bordering not being considered street safe anymore. Ignore the anime girl stickers with their tits and ass out, that was there already he didn’t do that. “It’s safe don’t worry—I’m getting the bumper and everything fixed like Monday I swear.. no I did not hit anything why would you say that-“

He’s oddly in-tune with his emotions and emotions of others despite appearances. He’ll KNOW if something’s bothering you. Maybe you’re just a little too quiet, you laugh at a joke a little too late or even if it sounds unenthusiastic. Whatever it is, Davos is on the case. A hug, some pep talk, he’ll let you punch his palms to get any anger out. He’s your ride or die, of course he’d do anything for you. And maybe if it’s a person who upset you he might pay them a visit.. “Who was it this time? Oh—that bitch? Ugh. I’m sorry about that… I have a gun just saying—“

Needs your hand in his. Or some part of you touching him. Whatever works. If he does not get a modicum of affection in 5 minute intervals he shrivels up like a plant—no he’s not being dramatic. Is the type to whine loudly about it regardless of where you’re at. On occasion he lets out bloodcurdling screams as a joke, lamenting about being denied tender love from you. You think it’s funny in private, you do not think it’s funny in public. Which is why he always does it in public. “Gimme your hand. Wha? What do you mean ‘it’s too hot out’? I wanna.. I wanna hold your hand… I don’t care if you’re sweaty—LET ME HOLD YOUR HAND”

I do believe his brain would be.. a little rotted. He sends you tiktoks, niche memes, shitposts. He will watch twitch streams or league/csgo content creators on YouTube. His vocab is normal, but does consist of slang from the gaming community. This can be good and funny, or sometimes bad if he uses it during serious moments. However he’s at least a normal human being and knows when to talk ‘normally’. He says joever unironically

Shadow boxes you. No matter what’s happening or where. You could be looking at something in a store and you just see slow, dramatic punches going toward you. He makes the whooshing sound too. This is how you know he’s bored. He’s also the type to tackle you to the bed. Not in a sensual or cutesy way but in like a WWE way that initiates a caged fighting match between you two.

Regardless of your mastery level of skateboarding he will hold your hands and pull you around on his board. Late at night when the parks or lots are empty, you both will be there. And he’ll be a smiling goof as he gently steers you around on the board. He usually says fuck helmets (his one big flaw), but carries one around just for you. His safety be damned. Yours? No question about it, you’re wearing all the gear required.

Smoker. Red flag. Marlboros, sometimes he uses zyns. It’s bad. Yes he knows he’s going to get lung cancer and succumb to nicotine. But he just can’t help it—it helps him relax. It’s why there’s a plethora of gum and also a cologne bottle in his car. Does it help? That’s to be determined. Does not smoke near you however if you don’t like that, he’s not that bad of an asshole.

[spider-stark]

LITTLE BRACKEN KNIGHT

Aeron Bracken x Blackwood!Reader

Summary - You sneak into Aeron's room at Stone Hedge.

Warnings - fem!reader, not edited, suggestive language, hints towards smut but there is none, secret relationship trope ig, blackwood!reader being a little shit

Word Count - 1k

!MINORS DNI!

// masterlist // send me your thoughts // comments & reblogs appreciated! //

When Aeron Bracken opens the door to his bedchambers, the overly loud groan of Lord Samwell Blackwoods daughter is the very first thing he hears.

“Finally!” His heart in his throat, Aeron's scrambles to close the door. behind him. Over on the bed, you're completely unbothered by the idea of a guard overhearing you, saying, “I was beginning to think I’d be waiting for you all night, Bracken.” 

Frustration is the first emotion to take hold of his mind. 

Aeron knows that Blackwoods lack common sense, but he hadn’t thought you reckless enough to do something so asinine as sneak into Stone Hedge! He doesn’t wish to imagine the things that might’ve happened to you if the guards had caught you. Or, even worse, if Amos Bracken himself had caught the daughter of his sworn-enemy roaming through his castle halls. 

It’s this—the fear of what might have happened to you if Amos had gotten his hands on you—that drives Aeron straight into a lecture. “You would’ve been waiting longer than a night,” he says, his voice stern as he secures the door, “if my uncle had found you and thrown you in the dungeon.” 

“Well,” you drawl, watching with an amused grin as Aeron double—and then triple—checks the locks, “it’s a good thing he didn’t find me then, isn’t it?” 

Aeron’s certain your insolence will be the death of him one day. 

“The Gods were on your side tonight,” he says, sending a silent prayer of thanks to the Father for keeping you safe. “But you can’t make a habit of this. You might not always be so lucky and–” 

His voice falters, words dying on his tongue as he turns around. For the first time since entering his chambers, the Bracken knight takes a good look at the reckless—and utterly breathtaking—woman that had snuck in to greet him. 

You wait in the center of his bed, knees sinking into the plush mattress. Shadows dance across your form, chased by the soft, flickering flames of candles precariously placed about his room. Dressed in a thin, silken gown that clings to every peak and curve, Aeron can hardly decide where to look first. 

A roguish grin tugs at your lips—and, at last, the boy decides it’s safest to settle his focus there. “Weren’t you saying something?” Your dark eyes narrow into a playful stare. “Let me guess—” you feign thought, tapping a finger against your chin once twice before turning it on him—“you were going to tell me that, should my luck run dry, you’ll be incapable of saving me should Amos Bracken wish to string me up from the gates of this very Keep. Right?” 

Aeron hadn’t planned on using those exact words, but the sentiment was more or less the same. After all, while this was the first time he’d had to lecture you on breaking-and-entering an enemy Keep, this wasn’t the first time he’d discussed the dangers of you impinging upon Bracken land. 

“And now,” you add, boredom permeating your tone, “you wish to lecture me on how much safer it is for us to meet in Pennytree, instead.” 

“Because it is safer,” Aeron counters. It takes all the Bracken knight's willpower to keep his gaze locked on yours, knowing that if it veered south he would surely lose this argument. “I know it’s not to your liking, but meeting at the Tankard ensures that both of our heads will remain firmly attached to our body.” 

The Gold Tankard is an inn lying just beyond the boundaries of both Bracken and Blackwood land, nestled in the heart of Pennytree. Ridiculously overpriced and riddled with rogues and swindlers, the place is no better than a gods-damned cesspit. 

Pouting, you lean forward, pressing your palms against his mattress.“The Tankard’s beds are gross and lumpy,” you whine, rubbing your hands against the soft quilt covering his bed, “and yours is so clean and comfortable.” 

Aeron swallows on a too-dry throat. “I believe you’ll find death to be far more uncomfortable than a lumpy mattress.” 

“Possibly.” 

You lift a shoulder in a careless shrug, one of your straps gliding down your arm. You don’t fix it, letting it pull the neckline lower, your cleavage spilling from it. Aeron’s resolve wavers, eyes dipping low. 

You smirk. “But it seems my luck hasn’t given way just yet.” 

Aeron wishes he was a stronger man. Wishes he was capable of resisting such blatant seduction—such manipulation! 

But alas, strength has never been a virtue of his. 

His boots scuff against the floor, abandoning his better judgment in favor of you you you—his most coveted possession and his most forbidden desire, the center of his universe and the bane of his existence. 

When he’s close enough, you reach out a hand. A hand grazes his chest, clutching the fabric of his tunic and pulling him down. His knees are pressed to the edge of the mattress, your lips hovering before his. “So, what will it be, Ser Bracken?” 

There’s a taunt there, a special brand of Blackwood impertinence that makes his very bones itch. 

“Will you make me wait even longer,” you ask him, “with your wasted lectures?” 

Your other hand lifts from the mattress. Thin fingertips graze up his thigh, inching closer and closer to where he most wants to be touched by you. His lips parts, his breaths coming shallow and fast as your touch drifts to his waistband, fumbling with the laces there. 

Indeed—strength was a virtue lost upon him. 

For you, Aeron Bracken would beg. 

For you, Aeron Bracken would do more than beg. 

He would put his titles and station on the line, let the realm question his honor as both a knight and a lord. He would disgrace and debase himself in the eyes of his House, let his uncle declare him a traitor to their line. 

With you, there was no line he wouldn’t cross. 

No threat he wouldn’t face. 

“Or,” your lips brush against his and he forgets what it means to breath, “will the little Bracken knight grow a pair and fuck me in his uncles castle?” 

a/n - wrote this in an hour because I was frustrated with my other work. can't write smut, so it ends where it ends 🫡 idk what this is honestly-but I'm posting it so I can delete it from my google docs lmao.

also my computer kept trying to autocorrect Samwell to Sawmill and I just thought you should know that

[ryuno-suvke]

I’m on a davron grind and I need to speak my truth about something-

I feel like some of y’all feminize Aeron TOO much🧍🏻 like Ryan is a beautiful beautiful man but to me he doesn’t even seem that feminine-looking

Aeron is not some uwu little coquette boy, and some of y’all are treating him like a damsel in distress who needs the big strong man to come and save her when he’s literally a knight and pulled the Westeros equivalent to a gun on Davos the moment he got a bit angry. When I’m reading some fanfics/posts/idk anything, it feels like I’m basically just reading about a straight ship.

And sometimes with the omegaverse fics, it’s seems like just an excuse to feminize him even more (p.s. this is NOT hate at all, I dabble in omegaverse myself sometimes i just have diff preferences)

Ofc everyone is entitled to their own preferences of the ship and what not it just sometimes feels like y’all are assigning all these feminine roles onto Aeron simply because he has long hair and a pretty face 🧍🏻 Like put my man Davos in a dress I feel he could rock that shit. That little brat could make the perfect wife (jk)

Edit: btw this isn’t meant to be hate at all!! I genuinely do not give a fuck how anybody portrays Aeron in their fics (if I don’t like it; I scroll people!!) this is just me ranting about a pet peeve(?) I see a lot in fandoms with mlm ships where one is feminized more than the other. I’m not gonna go leave hate comments bc Aeron’s in a dress or smthn in a fic, I could not care less 😭

[tyranasauruslex]

Modern era Davos being uni roommates with Jace and Aeron with Aemond.

Aemond is a good roommate - he's clean, tidy and grew up in a religious family. However Aeron also has to put up with drunken Aegon banging on the door at all hours of the night until someone lets him and then passing out on the sofa, usually after throwing up. He stays for days at a time to get over his hangover (and because Alicent kicked him out), eats all their food and is generally a nuisance. When Davos stays over he announces loudly that he could hear them fucking all night which dampens the mood a lot.

Aemond and Aegon also fight a lot and Aeron is never sure if he should intervene when they're rolling around on the floor thumping each other. He usually ends up sitting in the library until Aegon gets bored and goes home. Helaena is a nice enough and very interested in the horses Aeron keeps back home, but there's been more than one occasion when Aemond has to let him know that his sister left one of her creepy crawlies behind and Aeron had been unable to sleep for weeks until he finds it.

Davos hasn't fared much better and despite Jace being a rather dull person to live with, he has to endure the stream of brothers, step sisters and a half siblings barging in and out of the flat without warning. Nobody wants a horde of kids bursting in on you when you've got your hands down your boyfriends pants. The worst is Luc who Davos finds to be spoilt little shit of a kid who seems to think he has equally say in what goes on in the flat despite not even living there. He's interrupted multiple date nights by turning up unannounced or ruined them before they've even begun by eating all the food Davos brought in specially. There's also the fact that he cut someones eye out, which Jace doesn't even seem concerned about, but Davos would rather he didn't come anywhere near Aeron.

He and Aeron also had front row seats to The Worst Break Up in Westeros aka when Baela found out that Jace was cheating on her with some girl called Sara. There was lots of screaming and Davos and Aeron had to sit in the hallway whilst Baela smashed up the flat and Jace yelled at her to stop.

They are 100% getting a place of their own next year.

[witchybitchycrybaby]

I hate myself for loving you

Davos Blackwood x Aeron Bracken

SFW, enemies to lovers, some usual bickering between these two, fluff at the end(?)

I'm so obsessed with them and I haven even watched hotd yet

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It was a warm evening in Westeros, right on the border of the Blackwood and Bracken lands. The air was filled with the scent of the forest and earth and the crickets were chirping their everyday song. Somewhere in the distance a river's quiet murmuring could be heard.

And in the midst of it all was Davos Blackwood. He was leaning against a tree, eyeing a meadow that had became a place in which Blackwoods and Brackens most often met to argue. About boundary stones, about the cows not eating their grass and about many other things. It also became a place in which Davos could most often see Aeron Bracken.

Ah, yes, Aeron Bracken - the boy who was his enemy, who was everything his family despised and whom Davos hated. But he also somehow didn't.

Because there was also this other side of him that was drawn to the other boy in ways he couldn't fathom. Every time he saw the golden haired boy, he felt this pull towards him, the one that filled him with both hatred and desire. And so Davos Blackwood hated Aeron Bracken. He hated that his heart raced every time he saw him, hated the way Aeron's smile froze all his senses. He wanted to push the boy away, because maybe, just maybe, these feelings might disappear, turn into nothing but a dream.

But he couldn't. He was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. How could he feel so strongly for someone who represented everything he was supposed to hate?

He hated Aeron Bracken for making him feel this way, confused and divided between his family and his heart. But most of all, he hated himself for... loving Aeron, for needing him.

Davos tightened his jaw when he saw a familiar figure in the distance. Now came the moment to play his part. Because if he couldn't have his feelings reciprocated, he would make the Bracken boy hate him too. Hatred was still better than indifference after all.

"Lost your way, Bracken?" Davos asked, coming closer to the other boy. "Or am I so irresistible you just missed me?"

Aeron lifted his chin up a bit. "Dream on, Blackwood. If I had any say in it, I'd be anywhere but here, breathing the same air as a Blackwood."

"Funny thing," Davos retorted with a smirk on his face. "because your presence here feels like a punishment for some past life sin. What did I do to deserve this?"

Yes, Davos thought, what did I do to be so close and yet so far? To be right here, with Aeron within the arm's reach, and still feel like there was a canyon between them?

"Do you ever get tired of hearing yourself talk, Blackwood?" He asked through gritted teeth, anger flashing in his beautiful eyes.

"Not at all." Davos laughed but it held no trace of joy or fun. "I'm quite an entertaining person you see."

"Did the whores in brothels tell you that? Because you're very far from being entertaining, trust me. You're just a pain in my ass, nothing more, nothing less."

Davos looked at Aeron for a while. Oh, this little shit and his bloody, sharp tongue will get him killed some day. The black haired boy quietly promised himself to show this Bracken what a real pain in the ass feels like.

"It's almost impressive how you manage to be so consistently infuriating. You must practice in front of a mirror." Said Davos, clenching and unclenching his fists. Gods only knew how much he wanted to just push the blond boy against a tree and have his way with him.

Aeron was already opening his mouth to say something when suddenly, they heard a rumble of thunder somewhere nearby and a lightning flashed across the sky. The heavens opened up and in seconds the boys were soaked, wet clothes sticking to their bodies.

Davos swore under his breath and before he could even think about what he was doing, he reached out and gripped Aeron's hand tightly. The contact making his own body jolt with how right it felt.

"Come on," he said, trying to be louder than the rain. "There's an old shed not far from here. We can hide there."

Aeron stood completely still for a moment, looking at their clasped hands. He could feel the shiver run up his back, but he decided that it must have been the rain. It must have... right?

He then tried to pull out of the Blackwood's hold, but the other boy only tightened his grip even more, if it was even possible. "Don't touch me! I'm not going anywhere with you, Blackwood!"

"Oh come on, we don't have time for this. We have to get going. You can yell at me all you want later when there's a roof over our heads."

Aeron gave it a thought; it was stupid being alone with this specific Blackwood, in some shed in the middle of the forest. But then again, he was too far from home and it was an even stupider idea to go back in this weather.

He glanced at Davos' dark eyes and nodded.

Davos didn't let go of Aeron's warm and soft hand as he led them through the bushes and muddy ground. Another lightning lit up the sky right before them and they quickened their pace as the thunder rumbled.

Where in the seven hells is this damned shed?, he thought, it should be right here. Blackwood stopped abruptly, causing the blond boy to bump into him.

"Gods, you don't even know where that shed is, do you? I knew I shouldn't trust you, Blackwood. You're so fucking lost right now, aren't you?"

"Shut up, Bracken!" Davos yelled, turning his head and trying to find his way through the rain and trees. "I'm not lost."

Finally, he decided to turn left. It couldn't get any worse than it already was anyway. Wet as they were, they could wander through the forest some more.

As they ran, slipping on the mud, the wooden shed loomed into view, and Davos wanted to laugh with joy. It was and old structure, abandoned for years and dilapidated, but still it provided shelter.

Davos pulled Aeron inside and closed the creaking door behind them. The air inside was musty, the scent of punk wood mixed with the smell of rain-soaked soil.

Aeron pulled his hand from the other boy's strong grip, his breath coming in short bursts as he looked at him. "Great. Just great. Stuck here with you."

The boy muttered something more under his nose but began shaking water from his golden locks; Davos had a feeling that he was just cursing him.

"You're welcome to leave, Bracken. The door's right there if you want to try your luck." Davos retorted, taking off his wet tunic. He could feel Aeron's intense gaze flickering to his bare chest when he thought he wasn't looking.

Aeron then began removing his own tunic, avoiding Davos' eyes like the plague. And Davos on the contrary, looked at him without a trace of shame. His heart pounded as hid eyes traced the lines of Aeron's lean and yet muscular body.

"What are you looking at, Blackwood?" He snapped, though his voice wavered.

Davos stepped closer, his pulse quickening. He didn't want to play this game anymore. "You," he said, his voice low and a bit strangled. "You stand here looking so wet and pretty like that and I..."

I can't help it.

Before Aeron could do or say anything to respond, Davos closed the distance between them, and crushed his lips onto Aeron's soft ones with hunger and desperation. It lasted only a second before the blond boy pushed him away with eyes wide with shock.

Oh, but how sweet this second was. Davos licked his lips wanting to taste him for another second longer.

"What the Seven hells is wrong with you?" Aeron snapped, his chest heaving.

And yet his eyes contradicted his words. Davos could see it clearly: the flick of desire and want. He smirked knowing that he had just won.

"What is wrong with me?" He repeated, his voice hoarse and husky. "What's wrong with you, Bracken? You liked it."

"No, I didn't." Aeron protested quickly, but his faltering voice gave him away.

Davos leaned over the other boy's face, their noses almost touching. He could feel Aeron's warm breath on his lips.

"You want me to do it again. Admit it. You want this as much as I do."

Aeron's breath hitched in his throat. Davos could see the storm of emotions in his eyes, similar to the one awaiting them outside. He could see how strife-ridden he was; all the hate, ander and underneath them the hunger.

Davos raised his hand and touched the boy's cheek, caressing the soft skin. Aeron whined quietly, and in a voice barely above a whisper he said, "Yes."

That one word was all the invitation Davos needed. He surged forward, capturing Aeron's lips in another kiss, this one slower and more deliberate. Aeron didn't push him away this time. Instead he gripped his hands on Davos' shoulders, pulling him even closer.

Their tongues danced together while Davos' hands roamed over Aeron's body, savoring the feel of his warm, soft skin beneath his fingertips.

Davos broke the kiss and trailed his lips down the blond boy's jaw, planting soft kisses along the way. Aeron's head tilted back, a quiet moan escaping his lips as Davos' mouth moved to his neck, sucking gently at his sensitive skin.

"This is wrong," aeron whispered, but his grip on Davos only tightened.

"I know," Davos replied and rested his forehead against Aeron's. "But I don't care."

"You know," started Aeron again when they sat on the wooden floor, leaning his head on the black-haired boy's shoulder. "for a Blackwood you are not the worst company."

Davos laughed at the comment and pressed a gentle kiss to his temple. "And for a Bracken you're not as hopeless as the rest of your kin."

[the-fiction-witch]

The Three of Us

Media - House Of The Dragon AU Character - Jacaerys Velaryon & Baela Targaryen Couple - Jacaerys X Reader (Kinda) + Jacaerys X Baela Reader - Y/n Rating - 18 (Groping / making out / cuddling) Word Count - 2234

Once arriving to the small apartment Y/n tossed her bag on the floor and ran a hand though her hair. But she stopped at the sight before her. her roommate, Baela. Sat on the couch making out heavily with Jacaerys, Baela's boyfriend the two deep in their kissing with her hand in his curls and his own feeling up her breast,

Y/n rolled her eyes watching them make-out, she sighs before speaking up. “Can’t you find some where else to eat each others faces off?”

"Sorry." Baela laughed leaning back on the sofa and letting Jacaerys snuggle on her shoulder, "how was… Whatever you were doing?"

Y/n would roll her eyes again sitting down on the chair. “Normal shift, dealing with some dumb boys.”

"hey! We're not all dumb!" Jacaerys tried to defend himself,

"You kinda are honey." Baela laughed,

Y/n nods her head, “yeah sorry bud but boys aren’t always the sharpest. No offense.”

"do you think I'm dumb, sugar?" He cooed to Baela,

"Jacaerys I have watched you pick a fight with a door." Baela laughed,

"It hooked my belt loop it needed a smack!" He defended,

Y/n smirked, “You probably have only have a few brain cells bouncing around up there huh Jacaerys?”

"two seems too much. One up here. One down here." Baela laughed rubbing his hair and then squeezing his crotch,

He wanted to argue but he was being touched so he didn't care he just melted into her like a cat in heat,

Y/n would just shake her head not really surprised with how easy Jacaerys was. She couldn’t believe how easy it was for Baela to make him melt, “you really are wrapped around her fingers huh?”

"she has very pretty fingers… Very nice warm, soft fingers." Jacaerys cooed,

“Oh my god how sickeningly cute you are.” she would roll her eyes again before going quiet, she was almost jealous at how happy and comfortable the two were with each other,

"he's a little snuggle bug. See this is why I don't wanna get a cat. I have one already." Baela laughed kissing his forehead as he lays on her chest,

Y/n watched as the two love birds cuddled up smiling slightly, “so your saying he’s basically your pet?”

"I'll be a pet. I get cuddles and food. Sounds perfect." Jacaerys agreed,

"Yeah a good little pet." She laughed kissing his head again,

"And if I'm a pet… I can't be yelled at!" He smiled grabbing Baela's chest again and grope her,

"Jacaerys!"

Y/n rolls her eyes, “I’m pretty sure most pets get punished when they misbehave”

"yes they can." Baela warned but Jacaerys didn't move too happy with her boobs so she grabbed her drink and tossed a little bit of her water in his face like he was a cat,

Y/n almost almost bursts out laughing. “I’m sorry but that was too funny not to laugh at”

Jacaerys pouted sitting on the other end of the sofa, "Whatever happened to that guy you had to have around? Larys or something? I miss talking with him when you girls go out… Doing whatever it is you do"

Y/n’s expression changed quickly going from slight joy to something more bitter and angry after Larys was mentioned, “Sam…we broke up. A few months ago”

"oh… He was fun. It was nice having another guy around." Jacaerys sighed

"You get cregan then he comes other, and your brothers." Baela laughed, “and come on you see Davos and Aeron all the time.”

"Yes but cregan lives so far away. And I can’t all talk shit with my brothers. And I always feel like a third wheel with Davos and Aeron." he whined,

"Yeah they are a cute couple though.” Y/n nodded,

"They are a couple!" Jacaerys asked,

Both Baela and Y/n nod,

"How did I never notice that?"

“to be honest I wouldn’t expect you to notice much, especially something so obvious” Y/n laughed,

"I notice stuff!" Jacaerys complained "I notice… You have… New boots today."

Y/n chuckled at how defensive and pouty he got with her comment. “okay okay you did notice one thing. So congrats”

"yes! What do I win?"

"Pride in yourself." Baela laughed

"Ooh… I wanted a kiss. Or a candy"

Y/n rolled her eyes again, “you are so spoiled you know that?”

"I know. She's too good to me." Jacaerys cooed, "but come on when was the last time you saw someone you felt happy and snuggly with?"

Y/n was quite as Jacaerys asked her that question, she was kind of speechless. It’s been a very long time since she’s felt that way with someone. Thinking back to when things were good with Larys “its…been awhile honestly”

"when was the last time you got a cuddle?"

Y/n was starting to feel a bit embarrassed with this line of questioning. “honestly I don’t remember when I last had that. It’s been so long I don’t really remember what it even feels like”

"huuuu!" Jacaerys gasped "but… But cuddles are like! A human need!"

Y/n rolls her eyes at how dramatic he was being “well you should know how sometimes a humans needs can go unfulfilled”

Jacaerys though for a moment before he turned to his beloved Baela "my darling. My angel. My beautiful beloved whom has stolen my heart -"

"What do you want?" Baela glared

Y/n couldn’t help but start laughing a bit again as she watch the two “Oh god how do you put up with him?”

"he's harmless." Baela laughed "out with it. What do you want?"

"Do I have permission to offer a completely platonic cuddle to your roommate to make her feel better?" Jacaerys asked

"Yes Jacaerys you don't have to ask. That's fine. I trust you." Baela laughed

"Thank you my love. I will respect are set boundaries and thank you for this talk." She smiled kissing her head "so? Y/n? Cuddle?" He offered opening his arms

Y/n was surprised and shocked by what he had asked. She didn’t believe he was serious at first, but Jacaerys does look serious. She thought about it for a minute before nodding her head “um sure…just don’t get to handsy”

"I promise. I will respect your boundaries and that of my girlfriend. Totally platonic."

She began getting up from the chair and sat down next to Jacaerys. She would let him wrap his arms around her as she slowly leaned into his embrace

Jacaerys happily and gently wrapped his arms around her letting her hold him as much or as little as she wants keeping hands, face and … Other things in respectable distances and places

Y/n would slowly adjust herself a bit to get comfortable, which would end up having her head resting against Jacaerys’s chest. It’s been so long since she’s been so close to someone, and had someone actually be respectful of her space and boundaries while cuddling.

"he's a good cuddle isn't he." Baela chuckled

Y/n would nod her head against Jacaerys’s chest as she spoke up “yeah. I’m not gonna lie he is pretty nice to cuddle. Surprisingly respectful and doesn’t try and get handsy like I thought he would”

"he's a puppy he just wants to hump me." Baela joked,

Y/n would let put a light but loud laugh from Baela’s comment “oh my god, you’re right how have I not realized that till now?” Y/n would then shift against Jacaerys a bit more to get a bit more comfortable in their position “he’s like a very clingy puppy that will do anything for some attention”

"a very happy puppy. Who loves his girlfriend. And his friends. Just different kinds of love but both get variations of cuddles." Jacaerys cooed

Y/n would chuckle a bit as she listened to Jacaerys, he was so hopelessly sweet it was actually kind of cute “he really is hopelessly in love with you, isn’t he?” she would look up at Baela for a second before looking back down and laying against Jacaerys’s chest again

"he really is and I love him too." She smiled getting up and going to the kitchen to grab herself a drink leaving the two alone

Y/n watched as Baela left to get a drink before turning her attention back to Jacaerys. She would pause for a moment before speaking up “Jacaerys?”

"mhm?"

"can I ask you something personal…privately.” she would say in a hushed whisper

"ooohh secret conversation. I'm all ears."

she looked around to make sure that Baela was far enough away that she wouldn’t over hear the two of them “this stays between you and I right?”

"I promise."

Y/n would trust his word and believe that he won’t tell anyone about what they’ll talk about “Jacaerys…how do you know your in love?”

"I think… Honestly. Love is taught wrong. We are told my movies and books and songs that true love will align and be perfect but… That's not true. The people we are, are always changing and the person I was then isn't someone Baela would love. I doubt she was either. But we grew. We changed. We became the people we love because we worked at it. True love isn't some love at first sight magical moment it's hundreds and thousands of tiny intricate dots that make up the stars in the sky."

Y/n was stunned hearing what he said. “that…that was the most surprisingly insightful and deep thing I think I’ve heard you say”

"I can be smart. When I'm thinking about my Baela."

Y/n couldn’t help but smile at that. It was honestly cute and sweet how Jacaerys would get when it came to talking about Baela “yeah I don’t doubt that for a second”

"can I share a Secret too?"

“yeah sure go ahead. It stays between us right?”

"completely between us not a word to Baela."

Y/n nods her head, letting him know she will keep this secret quiet with him “yeah I promise to keep this between us”

he checked the coast was clear before he whispered "there's a box in my sox drawer. With a ring."

Y/n gasped a bit from shock, she was not expecting that from him “you…you plan on proposing to her soon?”

"mhm… I don't know when but soon."

Y/n smiled genuinely at the news. It was clear that Jacaerys and Baela do truly love each other, and were more than likely would be together for a long time “that’s really sweet. I have no doubt that she will say yes when you do”

"I hope so. And I hope you find someone as lovely as Baela soon too." He cooed

Y/n goes quiet after he said that. It was hard for her to even think of finding someone when her last relationship ended so poorly. But she tried to stay positive to keep up with their happy conversation “I, um..I’m not entirely sure that’s possible”

"I know it's possible. Sometimes it just has to seem impossible." He cooed stroking her back soothingly and pressing a soft and friendly kiss on her forehead

Y/n leaned closer against him as he comforted her, his words and comfort were very soothing and relaxing. She wouldn’t admit it, but she really needed to hear those words

"you two still cuddling?" Baela laughed as she returned drink and snacks in hand

Y/n looked up at Baela as she returned. Part of her wanted to say no, and get up but she couldn’t. She was feeling way too comfy and relaxed to get up ”yeah, he’s actually pretty comfy to cuddle with”

"he really is isn't he." Baela laughed setting the snacks down and feeding Jacaerys a bit of popcorn which immediately made him happy "room for a small one." Baela giggled nuzzling her head on Jacaerys's shoulder so they could both cuddle him

Jacaerys wrapped an arm around Baela do he had one arm on each girl keeping Y/n very platonic and of course Baela's wherever he wanted. "Ummm I am in heaven..." 

Y/n would chuckle at how happy Jacaerys got with having both of them cuddled up to him and being in this position. She wouldn’t admit it out loud, but she was feeling a bit happy about all of this too  “you are way too into this, you know that right?”

"I don't care. I have my love in this arm. And my best friend in this arm. All is right with the world. All I need I somehow beer and chocolate to be entering my mouth and I will be content for eternity"

Y/n would roll her eyes again, “you have a very simple list of things you want in life then. Just cuddles, beer, and chocolate”

"he's a very simple puppy." Baela laughed but then yawned,

“yeah he really is” y/n would then let out a little yawn, suddenly realizing how tired she actually was

"you girls can go to sleep on me if you want to." Jacaerys cooed 

Y/n was about to protest on sleeping on him, but her body just kind of went against her. She was so tired, and this was the comfortable and cozy that she’s felt in a long time. So instead, she just found herself slowly nodding her head in agreement as she began to lean against him again. Y/n adjusted her position and get a bit more comfortable against him. She didn’t even realize how tired she actually was until now. The combination of warmth and comfort were not helping and was making her feel even more tired “you really sure you are ok with us sleeping on you?”

"I'm sure. You girls nap I'll keep you both safe."

Baela gave Jacaerys a kiss and wasn't long to sleep either.

Jacaerys did his best but he was too cosy and fell asleep only a few minutes after Baela. The three utterly passed out on the couch cuddled up as a three.

[hellshee]

okay but imagine an arranged marriage AU scene where something happens, like in hotd season 1 episode 8, except it's davos at dinner with the brackens and his new husband who he "hates" but aeron's cousins are making little comments amongst themselves and laughing at davos and davos does the whole "final tribute, to the health of my new family, [insert cousins names]" and then a brawl?

"each of them ugly, bold… stupid" 😭

amos is also insulted, sure, but he recognizes/knows why davos is acting out and he knows davos is ALONE here in stone hedge so amos is almost amused by davos losing his shit at aeron's cousins snickering at him. meanwhile aeron was already going through the 5 stages of grief because of this arranged marriage and now he's watching his new BLACKWOOD husband start a whole ass brawl at dinner.

[worthyheir]

volcre, quccninchains, loreforged, eledrar, onetrueheir, swornbones, and realmscruelty (hehehe) for the url thing!

Send me URLs and I will write them some positivity. Pass along the good vibes.

jfc lexi Under a cut because there's so many and they got long.

@volcre - ANNA! Damn what a fucking collab of muses though. I love a mad list of badass ladies, including how some of them are my faves. Your writing has always been stunning and lovely and shipping with Astrid is so much fun (secret little sneaks fr) and one day I'll hop on my other multi for some lovely ship shenanigans but even without that? Even though I don't do it OFTEN, I do love seeing your reactions when I send angst to the server for you to yell at me (but I try not to send you too much angst now because it's illegal I heard <3). You have always always been a joy to talk to, to write with, to plot with, and I just am so glad to write with you for real.

@quccninchains - CAIT CAIT WHERE ARE YOU? Come BACK to me! Who is Jace going to beef with now??? But nah, I absolutely adore Cait. <3 You have always been so lovely and so defensive of your muses, and I love that. Protect your people. Your fun aus are always a great time to plot with and I love chatting with you and one day, ONE DAY, we will get together. I literally have a gift for you (and you didn't know that until just now).

@loreforged - Damn, gonna make me wax poetic on MURPH now??? Okay. Rad. I can talk all day about how talented of a writer Murph is, no matter which muse they are writing, BUT instead of that, let me talk about how dedicated to these muses you are? Like the amount of backstory you put into Aeron makes my Davos look so stupid in comparison (don't let Aeron say a WORD he'll get pinned to the ground in a not fun way) but with them, and all of our other wacky and zany ships and dynamics, I literally never find a dull moment talking to you, whether it's about characters or work or hockey (xoxo) or even when you listen when I spam you with Degrassi shit lmao. I am fully planning this trip, I hope you are prepared for me. I think you are just one of the most fun, genuine people on this platform and I LOVE writing with you and talking with you every day. <3

@eledrar - Ew this one bites. Nah, PETER is such a blast to have existential dread with honestly. But in all actuality, writing with and plotting with and chatting with you is always so fun. Even when we're fucking tormenting Myrcella (please let this girl take a vacation she is so tired). Our insane little au with them is actually one of my faves and I love all the angst we put into it (because of course we did). Our server name is probably my fave server name (and not because I came up with it but just because it encapsulates US so well). <3

@onetrueheir - oh man CHAR and I have so much fun pushing Daemon out of the bedroom for Laenyra (sorry, but Daemon and Harwin need to go take care of the pretty babies while Laena and Rhaenyra take care of each other, actually). In truth, you are so talented, and I love our plots that we have so far (and anticipate many more!) and I'm so glad you're back. Can't believe she let Criston be his dad, what the fuck mom? Even if we never write again, I'll keep sending you Laenyra art because they are worth it. <3

@swornbones - I've only know AURA for like 5 seconds and already you are stuck here. No returns, refunds, or exchanges. We haven't written (yet) but I am so excited to get these plots going, and to explore Harwin and Jace and their "father"-son dynamic and how it plays into both of their characters so much. <3 I'm already so stoked to see what you bring to all these muses you are setting up.

@realmscruelty - Nerd. I almost ended it with that, actually. What can I say about you, LEXI, that I have not yet said before? I have for sure spoken volumes on how much I adore you and your muses and plotting with you and talking with you and WE WILL get triple dippers (maybe that'll be your 30th birthday... hmm... cooking ideas now, but not triple dippers b/c that is Chef Mike's job). Your muses are fantastic, and you are 10000 times better. I adore you. You are stuck with me forever. <3

[rvllybllply2014]

I just saw a video of partners pretending to cut a guys dick off prank. All the guys were asleep and their partners had put hot dogs in the zipped part of their jeans, their partners wake them up and chop the hot dog tip off.

I could totally see Aeron doing that to Davos at some point. Maybe Davos pranked Aeron with something at some point, Aeron pretended it didn’t bother him, but he did tell Davos to sleep with one eye open. Aeron complained to his friends about how he doesn’t have the perfect prank to get back at Davos, and that’s when they tell Aeron about the hot dog prank.

The next day Aeron waits for Davos to fall asleep on the couch, and then very carefully unzips Davos’s jeans and places the hot dog into the zipper. Aeron tried to wait for Davos to wake up, he really did, but Aerons more chaotic side said to wake him up right now. So Aeron wakes Davos up while pointing at the hot dog without saying anything, he just cuts the hot dog at the base.

And Davos being an idiot when he first wakes up sees the hot dog being cut and thinks that it’s his actual dick. So of course he does the only thing his brain says to do, which is scream in terror and then chase after Aeron who is laughing hysterically. Davos is confused as to why Aeron is laughing for a minute until he realizes he still has dick, but he still has to chase Davos for his pride. Once he catches him Aeron has tears streaming down his face and apologizes for the mean prank. Davos accepts the apology but also tells Aeron that the prank war is now over, and kisses him.

When Aerons friends ask how the prank went and Aeron tells them that it went so well that he won the prank war, so it’s over now.



[murmel-malt]

4, 14, 26, and 30 for an OC of your choice (I love them all it’s so hard to choose!)

Secret Ask List

I have talked so little about Aeron lately so thank you for the opportunity to share some Ser Baby Boy lore <3

4) What song describes your OC and their partner/love interest?

Stargazing by Myles Smith has been THE Aeron/Laenor song ever since I heard it for the first time.

14) Who's a character your OC cannot stand! It's on sight when they see them!

Criston Cole. Aeron is not someone who needlessly antagonizes people so in the beginning he mostly ignored Criston's dislike for him, knowing full well that sometime there just isn't any changing people's mind. He can use his energy in better ways - for example, being as obnoxious and annoying as possible to Criston specifically. 

After Joffrey’s death though, it gets very serious to Aeron and he does not hide this change in attitude. 'Hihi-haha-let's-annoy-the-guy-with-a-stick-up-his-ass' time is over; he is now #1 on Aeron's shit list and he will avenge his friend some day.

26) What flower do you associate your OC with?

Lavender is my first thought for Aeron. It is has a calming effect - just like Aeron - and apparently symbolizes, among other things, devotion (and Aeron is nothing if not devoted to the people he cares about).

30) My OC and your OC are friends. This isn't a question. I'm not asking. (How do they respond?)

Aeron and Baelon are now besties. They are both wild/free spirited but know when to reign themselves in and play the part expected of them and of course they have both been drinking their ‘respect women juice’.

Aeron would 100% have adopted Baelon into the Stepstone Lads and just be so supportive of him trying to prove himself and his house during the Dance.

[writingsofwesteros]

Aeron Bracken in the cells, daydreaming about Lady Blackwood sitting on his face again. lol.

WHO CAN BLAME HIM!! He's just a little shit but lovable ;)

[th3houseofleaves]

well SHIT! my dad's gonna be PISSED!

but he'll bail me out anyways! anything to stay out of the headlines!

INTRODUCING milan bechtel an original character who is not based in any fandom. he is played by morgan davies.

sebastian vincent bechtel iii milan bechtel is a twenty-two year old college student, who is studying business. his real passion is art, specifically painting, but he's getting a business degree to appease his father who agreed to let him pursue art school if he at least got his initial education in something practical. he hates the thought of being in school for that long but if it means he can do what he wants in the future he'll put up with it.

he was originally born in milan, italy but he moved to go live with his father when he was a year old. he's the only child of sebastian bechtel ii and yana vasilyeva. he's cousins with the vasilyev brothers, but he doesn't meet them until they're all older. he's closest with aeron, since they're the closest in age, but all three of them are act how he wishes his actual older brothers would.

he did get his nickname because of where he was born. it was another way his biological mother made his connection to his father known, because his father – who's a well-known businessman, with an incredibly successful empire – named his other sons in a similar manner. his other sons, milan's older brothers, are all named after important places in their parents' relationship. so, when his mother decided to call him milan as a nickname, it was supposed to be a reminder to his father and his actual wife, of the affair he had that milan came from.

milan is the byproduct of a short lived affair between two of the worst people you've ever met. but he's one of the best people you could ever hope to meet.

because he was an unplanned and unwanted child – all three of his brothers were already grown and out of the house by the time he was born – his father wanted very little to do with him, even though he went through a whole mess of legal proceedings so he could have sole custody of milan and his biological mother would have nothing to do with him. (years later milan would spiral and wind up sleeping on his cousin's couch after finding out the only reason his mother even had him was so she could essentially blackmail his father into giving her whatever she wanted. or else she'd ruin the perfect image of a family he sold the tabloids.) he made sure milan had nannies to basically raise him and keep him out of the way, unless he was needed for a photo shoot that required the whole family to pretend to be as perfect as his father wished. there were times he was essentially a set piece in his father's world. this continues into his adult years and it's part of the reason he acts out so much. he wants to feel wanted.

the only person in his life, during his childhood at least, that really cared about him was father's wife, his real mom. when milan came into her life she didn't realise she wanted another child until she saw him for the first time. he made it easier to accept her husband's affair and the narrative he was spinning about them somehow having a miracle baby so late in their lives. she adored her baby and if it wasn't for her husband, who tried to encourage the rest of his family to ignore milan like he did, than she would've doted on him constantly. it was no real secret that he was her favourite (and he still is), her other sons were mostly indifferent to it, they were all fairly detached from their family.

despite how much his mom loves him, milan isn't entirely aware of it. because she wasn't allowed to constantly be open with her affection as she'd like and her opportunities to act like his mother were limited – and became even more infrequent as he got older – he assumes she doesn't care about him. he doesn't remember the days where she'd steal him away from his nanny and take him to work with her, showing him all of the things on her set and proudly showing him off to all of her staff. he doesn't remember when she'd sneak in to see him at night and read him a story before bed or how she'd run her fingers through his hair until he fell asleep, staying beside him long after he's fallen asleep just to be with him and make sure he's okay. she's the person he's most desperate to get attention from because he's scared she hates him since he's not her son, not really.

growing up how he did has lead milan to feel invisible. so he acts out. he graffitis buildings his father owns and goes on joyrides in cars he doesn't own and parties as often as possible. he's been arrested multiple times for various offenses but his criminal record is clean; it would ruin the wholesome family image that his father has spent years crafting if people found out how troubled his youngest son is. so he doesn't care what milan does, or who he's friends with, or what he takes, as long as the fallout isn't impossible to cover up. his father always cleaning up his messes has the exact opposite effect than milan wants — he wants to be seen, not swept under the rug. he wants to be more than just the youngest son, the pretty flirt that interviewers love to jokingly ask when he'll follow in his mother's footsteps and take up modeling. (he hates the way they look at him, like he's nothing more than a piece of meat.)

he's been getting better lately, especially since he's connected with his cousins. meeting them gave him a safety net and a reason to stay clean and safe. they convince him that he is a person, regardless of how invisible he feels.

and one day, a couple years in the future, they will be part of the reason he finally paints a self portrait in color; his art is so full of life and color unless he has to draw or paint himself, self portraits are always done in grays and blacks, they make him look half alive.

his mother will ask him for this first self portrait that shows the milan that she sees — she hangs it proudly on the walls of her new home, displaying it for everyone to see now that she doesn't have to hide how much she loves her youngest son.

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[moonlightink7]

silver 1: "Does your OC ever base their decisions on a "gut feeling"? Or do they always weigh up the pros and cons carefully and dispassionately?"

i have a more specific version of that question though: what circumstances WOULD they be pushed into making a feeling on a gut decision, or stopping to weigh pros and cons, when they otherwise would do the opposite?

silver 2: "How tactful is your OC? Are they able to frame criticism constructively and give feedback in a way that protects against potential hurt feelings? Or are they blunt, or even callous, in their attitude to the failings of others?"

lead 5: "How does your OC believe they will die? Peacefully in bed surrounded by friends and family? Or alone in the wilderness? Or fighting against overwhelming odds? Or perhaps they have a different notion altogether?"

lead 3: Which sin is your OC most likely to be accused of by others? Would this be fair criticism? Or are their actions often somewhat misunderstood?

gold 5: "If your OC could pass on a piece of wisdom to others starting out on a similar path to their own, what would it be and where does it come from?"

copper 4: " Of all the places your OC has seen, which do they consider the most beautiful?"

copper 1: "Does your OC believe that they are beautiful? Is their beauty, or lack of beauty, something to which they ever give much consideration?"

what is a way in which they are creative/artistic, that they dont consider a major skill or anything, but is just a little way in which they engage with the world artistically?

silver 1: "Does your OC ever base their decisions on a "gut feeling"? Or do they always weigh up the pros and cons carefully and dispassionately?" What circumstances WOULD they be pushed into making a feeling on a gut decision, or stopping to weigh pros and cons, when they otherwise would do the opposite?

Oh Ilmyril HATES having to trust his gut. Weighing pros and cons and careful consideration is what he will go for in every situation he has the time to do so. On that subject, that's usually what changes his tactics: time constraints. The faster he has to decide, the more he goes with his gut. It tends to lead him to safety, even if it means abandoning something he was aiming for. If he has to choose between the safety of others and his own, he will choose his own, on short notice. At least now that Déaglán and their family are gone, that is...

silver 2: "How tactful is your OC? Are they able to frame criticism constructively and give feedback in a way that protects against potential hurt feelings? Or are they blunt, or even callous, in their attitude to the failings of others?"

It depends who he's talking to and what he's addressing. Despite his upbringing, or maybe because of it, he tends toward tact to the point of walking on eggshells. To anyone outside the manor he's slightly less cautious, but he doesn't like stepping on toes. Then there's JM. ( @jinxreaper69 I'm talking about your boy 🫵) Ilmyril kinda tries with him, but oh my god. He's half ready to strangle that man. Besides. He doesn't think anything OTHER than absolute direct criticism would get to him. Even then he's tried and I think at some point he's gonna fall to insults. Whoops. Azrelle and Aeron seem like they're easier to get a point across to.

lead 5: "How does your OC believe they will die? Peacefully in bed surrounded by friends and family? Or alone in the wilderness? Or fighting against overwhelming odds? Or perhaps they have a different notion altogether?"

Before the beginning of the campaign and gaining the party and going out to do shit? Haha. Surrounded by family. 😁 Read between the lines in the other asks if you want to know the tone of that answer.

lead 3: Which sin is your OC most likely to be accused of by others? Would this be fair criticism? Or are their actions often somewhat misunderstood?

Hm... outwardly I think what he would be accused of... Pride, maybe. He can come off as a bit standoffish in general, and he at least somewhat knows his worth. I wouldn't say his pride reaches the point of hubris, though. The thing he's more likely to be guilty of is wrath, actually. He just has it so deeply bottled up that nobody will expect it when he explodes. He's generally composed and soft-spoken.

gold 5: "If your OC could pass on a piece of wisdom to others starting out on a similar path to their own, what would it be and where does it come from?"

Oh god. "Don't let them define you. Find yourself from within. Leave yourself room for forgiveness. Don't seek messages from the dead. Live for yourself." He's generally of a mind that the only thing that will remain at the end of everything, failing everything else, is yourself. No person or thing or place is dependable. (This is specifically current-day Ilmyril, as are all of my answers unless otherwise specified.)

copper 4: "Of all the places your OC has seen, which do they consider the most beautiful?"

Déaglán's campsite. It's really nothing special but the sentiment attached overrides any other place's aesthetic value to him.

What is a way in which they are creative/artistic, that they dont consider a major skill or anything, but is just a little way in which they engage with the world artistically?

This one's fun actually! His handwriting is really neat and pretty and small. Generally he keeps a notebook on hand at all times in case he has something he wants to remember.

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Wait I forgot to ask a question. Shit. My bad.

Loren is pulling up with Aeron in matching Christmas attire. Dorian gets to be their reindeer.

Worm wants to know if she made a new discord if she would be allowed into the AWB discord.

None of this makes sense because I am zooted.

Of course.

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