#nerron

[zoestarlings]

he could have been a tumblr sexyman i swear

[not-amethyst-anymore]

Guuuuuuuys, I wrote a song about Reckless and I mailed it to Cornelia Funke!

This was the mail I sent

This was send back, then I sent the song...

And then Cornelia replied ^v^

I'm really happy right now!!! 😁😁😁

(Ps: should I post the song on here?)

[forustothinkistobealive]

I wrote a little something. Nerron x Will Reckless.

[the-bastard-and-the-pup]

Cornelia didn't have to go "I loved you so much I forgot what hating myself felt like" so hard with Nerron seeing the malachite in his skin as a positive thing for the very first time because it echoes the green of the jade in Will's, but she did and I will never be normal about it.

[pickle-de-packle]

Pet names he uses for you

A/N: I'm basing the Goyl language off of Polish. Thank you to @goylempire for helping me figure that out!

❤️Kami’en❤️

Moja perełko = my pearl

The color of your skin reminds him of pearls. He also loves when you wear pearls, literally or metaphorically ;)

Moja miłość = my love

He wants to remind you that he loves you. Usually whispers it in your ear before kissing your neck.

🤎Hentzau🤎

Mała myszka = little mouse

Goyl are much taller than humans, so even if you're tall, compared to him you're short.

Kopalnia = Mine

Hentzau possessive and likes to remind you that you're only his.

💚Nerron💚

Moja skarb = my treasure

To Nerron, you're the greatest treasure he has ever found. Someone who loves him, can put up with his attitude, and doesn't care about the malachite veined skin.

Kwiatuszek = little flower

He uses Kwiatuszek when he's teasing you.

Tagliat:

@goylempire

[thesere1418]

Can we just talk about the fact that the fandom is so small? Seriously, books are absolutely awesome, Cornelia offers us a whole universe, and there are twenty people who talk about it? The fourth book was not even translated into French (I am French, but luckily I know enough about English to be able to read the book in that language anyway.) Why are there so many people talking about these books?

[microwave-radiation]

Nerron expresses desire to possess a female partner twice -let’s skip over the sexism of his worldview for now- but both of these declarations ring hollow. That Nerron wants the power and status that is conveyed by possessing a beautiful woman, not the women themselves.

When Nerron is being led astray by the winds, part of his fantasy is having a wife more beautiful than the dark fairy, but the core of this fantasy is the idea of surpassing Kami’en as a king, and surpassing Kami’en’s wife reads as just another facet. Since a part of Kami’en’s visible power is the love of a beautiful immortal, to surpass him requires a beautiful spouse of Nerron’s own. 

When Nerron captures Jacob in the vines and steals his mummified corpse pieces, he says he’s going to steal Fox as well, an expression of Nerron’s total victory over Jacob in this moment. Nerron wins, in his mind, by taking Jacob’s treasure, his reputation, and his love interest.

It’s worth noting that Nerron meets both Fox and the dark fairy, and in these scenes is not verbally attracted to them, or even particularly interested in them as anything other than enemies and rivals.

[jadegoyl]

Some quotes from Golden Yarn that make me feel soo normal

“Die Prinzen dieser Welt träumten davon, ein Gesicht wie Will Reckless zu haben.”

“Das feine, helle Haar, die blauen Augen, der weiche, fast weibliche Mund, er hatte sogar Wimpern wie ein Mädchen. Und man hätte Honiggläser mit seiner Sanftmut füllen können.”

“...aber beim Anblick der Jade in Will Reckless’ Haut überlief Nerron zum ersten Mal das ehrfürchtige Schaudern, das andere ihm beschrieben hatten”

“Der Welpe suchte seinen Blick, mit Augen, die gescheckt waren von Gold. Er bewegte sich anders, als er auf die Füße kam, geschmeidig wie ein Goyl.”

“Aber er wollte nicht denken. Er wollte ihn nur ansehen.”

“Die Jade war Schuld. Nerron spürte die Ehrfurcht, die er bei ihrem Anblick empfunden hatte immer noch.”

“Der Welpe machte keinen Versuch ihn aufzuhalten, aber als Nerron sich irgendwann umsah, blickte er ihm immer noch nach.”

“Von beiden Brüdern betrogen. Warum verzieh er diesem so viel leichter? Warum ritt er dem Welpen weiter nach […]?”

“Die Jade. Nerron hasste es, dass er das Wort nur denken musste, um die Ehrfurcht und die Sehnsucht zu spüren. Nach was? Nach was, verflucht?”

[j4degoyl]

good morning i'm still trying to process that will is gonna be trapped in a mirror by the main bad guy for at least another 3 years 😭😭😭

[j4degoyl]

@s4ints

[zoestarlings]

hd remasters of reckless memes i did in 2023 first one based on this post, of course

[not-amethyst-anymore]

It's so hard to make something look like stone :( Anyways, I tried to make Nerron. I'm still working on a face... 😅 But I wanted to show you this :)💚🖤💚

[forustothinkistobealive]

Nerron: I don't get along with women at all and the few people I can actually stand are all men ... surely that means I'm heterosexual

[the-bastard-and-the-pup]

Based on a conversation I had with someone under a post in which I called Nerron a twink that should be on my blog but I can't find for the life of me:

So, for the... at most 12 people who will have an opinion on this. We know most Goyl are tall and broad shouldered. Nerron is smaller than average, but is he also slimmer?

[pickle-de-packle]

Relistening to Reckless and Fearless audiobooks this week and the voice acting for Hentzau, Kami’en, and Nerron is unfair. I get sooo distracted with feelings👀😈

[wiredaughter]

@augustwritingchallenge day 5: chess players

@aug-kissed week one: indirect kiss

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nerron×will reckless × au: chess club × first kiss × indirect kiss × 710 words × ao3

Will knows Nerron hates him. From there, it doesn't take him long to learn he also loves him. Finding a way forward through the paradox of their friendship might prove harder than forcing a mate with two knights.

ENDGAME

Despite whatever Nerron may think, Will Reckless isn't stupid. He knows Nerron hates him, has known since the first day he followed his brother to the club after school, months ago. How mistified he'd been by the charged silence in the hall, interrupted only by the ticking of the clocks or the brushing of the pieces against the boards, the creaking of a chair and the occasional low hum as players try to think their way to a checkmate.

After observing seemingly random moves at a distance that culminated on a player toppling his own king, he'd decided he'd rather learn doing, as most fifteen year olds are bound to. And this is how Nerron had intercepted him with a story or other about his brother. Jacob Reckless, always hovering over him with his energy. Through his derision for his brother, Nerron had been up to showing him the ropes, if begrudgingly and always happy to point out his blunders. But he'd taught him. Will Reckless is not stupid, and so it doesn't take him long to figure it out; Nerron loves him.

He doesn't say it, won't try and risk this. He enjoys their matches, the caustic affection he guesses through Nerron's words. He won't say it, for he wouldn't know what to do with it. So they play. He's a fast learner and takes well to blockades and pursuit, demolition, deflection and annihilation, decoys. In his mind, they’re playing a different game. Nerron hates him because he hates Jacob, but he loves him for everything he is other than his brother. And he deflects and pursuits so he can show he's, against even what their teachers think, way more than that.

So they move past that. Will is, after all, loving and lovely. Not that Nerron would think about it in as many words, but they develop a friendship outside of the club. And inside, their pieces skirmish for a victory that more often than not cristalises as a draw. So they draw, again, with two knights versus a bishop. Will would have been happy to work through it, but Nerron says it's impossible on either side and finds the exercise pointless.

Will goes to get coffee whilst Nerron returns the pieces. Nerron drinks it black and Will does too to posture usually, but today he gets cream and sugar. Nerron joins him and, true to form, grabs Will’s cup right just as he's lowering it after a sip instead of the one he's offering. He's nothing if not distrustful, though Will cannot say of what. He'd take it as an insult but he knows it's more of a habit. It's something else too.

‘You've got to stop indirect-kissing me.’

Nerron's expression doesn't change, but it's not like he expected it to. ‘It's sweet .’ He says it like it's a bad thing, shakes his head.

‘Sharing spit or my coffee?’ Will shrugs. ‘Yours isn't.’

They exchange and finish their drinks chatting halfheartedly about whether Will's knights could have still checkmated Nerron, as long as they left his bishop alone, and how Nerron's bishop wouldn't have allowed it.

Will doesn't try to linger once they've finished. He's only distantly thinking of a forced mate, instead wondering whether he should have stayed silent. The problem with interpersonal relationships, he thinks, is there are no real rules of engagement. The problem with Nerron, specifically, is his expression never betrays anything that could tell him if he's doing wrong. And so now, as he goes in for their postmatch/farewell handshake, he gets pulled closer with no warning, Nerron's eyes searcing his for an instant before he’s pressing their mouths together.

It's forceful as he thought it'd be, and for no reason as usual. He's welcoming, reciprocating, expectant. And Nerron is, if he had to put a word to it, bellicose. He presses back, just enough to be a participant, and it seems to sap the fight from Nerron. He pulls back, letting his eyes linger on Will's mouth. Just as Will thought, he doesn't know what to do now. As if sensing it, Nerron shifts his stance.

‘You said to stop doing it indirectly.’

‘I mean it.’ He gives Nerron's hand, still in his, a perfunctory shake. ‘See you tomorrow, Nerron.’