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davron week day 3 brings us perhaps my favorite fic of the week 

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day 2 babyyyyy 

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wake up babes its davron week and i actually have (almost) everything written and ready to go for it

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DAVRON ANNIVERSARY WEEK REMINDER ❤️🧡

we're holding a davron week 24 - 30 june 2025

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with the help of @davronthinker from twitter (for which i'm very thankful), we now have an ao3 collection as well!

it will open on the first day of the event. you can post there or using the #davronweek hashtag on tumblr/twitter/bluesky ❤️🧡

🔗: https://bit.ly/davronweek_ao3

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REMINDER ❤️🧡

we're holding a davron week 24 - 30 june 2025

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modern davron aesthetics

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Thinking about Davos having a “Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight, For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night” moment the first time he saw Aeron, only to find out Aeron was a Bracken and then probably proceeded to find an empty field or went into the woods to wordlessly yell incoherently at the sky about it while his friends wondered what the hell was wrong with him

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Small ink doodle I made of these two :D

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Tied Together

Aeron Bracken x Davos Blackwood

Word Count: 1.5k

HOTD MASTERLIST / Requests: Open

A/N: I started writing this last night after I saw this piece of fanart by @buben-ustal. I didn't get this ship at first but after seeing the lovely fanart people have made and rewatching the scene, I fell in love the Romeo & Juliet vibes.

Aeron turns over under the sheets. His sweaty skin makes them cling to him. He attempts to fluff his pillow before planting his face directly in to it.

“Seven Hells!” He grumbles, “This is no use.”

He rips the sheets off and gets up from his bed. His shoulder length hair is plastered all over his neck. He grabs a comb from his dresser and begins to pull it to one side. He separates it out in to pieces and then joins them together in a single braid. He can finally fell the breeze against his neck. He breathes a sigh of relief.

He pulls on a plain shirt and a pair of trousers and fastens his sword at his side. His cloak is left behind. He leaves the small castle without a thought only the notion that he must be free from his bed.

He finds himself walking through fields upon fields till he ends up at the boundary stones. In his exhaustion, Aeron sets down his sword next to the stones before collapsing in to the grass. The grass moves in front of him as he huffs.

“What you got there?”

The voice startles him. Aeron turns to see who is speaking to him. The sliver of moonlight does not illuminate much but a round face overshadowed by dark curls.

“It’s my sword.” He replies, “I wouldn’t get any closer. I could run you through you know.”

He is greeted by a deep laugh.

“I’d like to see you try. My name’s Davos, you must be one of the hedge knights that got hired to protect the boundaries.”

Aeron straightens up, “I am no hedge knight!”

“Gods, they sent out a mere squire.” Davos questions, “That’s awful. You’re lucky a Bracken didn’t find you. They would have struck you down with out so much as asking you who you were.”

The pieces start to fall in to place, “So you’re a Blackwood then?” Aeron asks hesitantly.

“Rightly speaking, yes I am,” Davos says as he plops down next to Aeron, “I haven’t won my knighthood quite yet, so we are in the same boat.”

Aeron freezes. Idiot, he thinks, You strolled your stupid self right in to the enemies arms.

Davos opens up his satchel and pulls out some bread and a wax wrapped cheese.

“Bet that knight of yours sent you off without so much as dinner.” He remarks.

Aeron had skipped dinner and his mouth waters as the sight of the loaf in Davos’ hand. He tries to stay silent unsure of what to do next, but his body betrays him. His stomach grumbles and his cheeks heat up at the sound. Davos can see his face turn pink.

“That’s all right.” Davos says as he tears the bread in to, “We can share this, and then head back to the kitchens if its not enough.”

He hands one half to Aeron and does the same with the cheese he sliced in half. Aeron lets the tension go from his body as he accepts the food. He sniffs it.

“Is it poisoned?” Aeron asks with suspicion.

 Davos looks at him and tilts his head, “Now why would I do that?”

“I have heard rumors…” Aeron trails off.

Davos laugh, “Wow. Those Brackens really will say anything about us. No, it isn’t poisoned.”

Aeron relents and finally begins to eat. He pauses at the first bite to see if anything will happen. Davos gives him a playful push.

“If you are that unsure you can swap pieces with me.”

Aeron shakes his head, “That’s quite all right. Thanks for the food, I’m Aeron by the way.”

He makes his way through his halves of the food before he realizes his thirst. He turns to Davos.

“Do you have anything to drink?”

Davos hands him a water skin. Aeron takes a long draft.

“Woah, slow down there.” Davos chides, “You’ll drown if you drink that fast.”

He laughs as he passes the water skin back to Davos.

“I will have you know Davos Blackwood, that I am an excellent swimmer.” Aeron boasts, “You need not worry yourself with my drowning.”

Davos smirks, “Prove it then, I’ll bet you my dagger that you can’t beat me in a race to the mill.”

“Upstream?” Aeron questions.

“What? Don’t think you can handle it, there’s barely any current.” Davos taunts.

Aeron grins, “Oh you’re on!”

They race together to the water’s edge and strip down to their undergarments. Aeron jumps in first the cool water washing over him.

“It’s freezing.” He squeals.

Davos comes in after him, “Gods! You were right it is cold.”

Aeron begins to undo his braid. He runs his fingers through his hair and moves it to the back of his head trying to tie it off. His grasp keeps slipping.

“Hey, Davos,” He asks, “Would you mind tying my hair back.”

Davos looks at him, “What, worried it will slow you down.”

“Whatever, I can beat you at any race.” Aeron snarks back.

Davos waves him off with a laugh, “Come over here I’ll fix it.”

Aeron turns his back to him. Davos brushes his fingers over Aeron’s neck and gently gathers up the hair in to one hand. He ties it off neatly.

“How’s that Aeron?” Davos asks softly.

He reaches back to feel if its secure and accidentally brushes his fingers over Davos hand. Aeron retracts his touch quickly.

“I-It-It will work fine.” He says shakily.

Aeron takes a step away from him. He turns to Davos. The lack of light makes Davos’ eyes black as pitch. Aeron can’t help but look. The way his dark curls frame his face. His lips look soft and they fit his face perfectly. Davos pauses when he catches Aeron’s look. His soft blonde hair reflecting the little moon light there is. Davos averts his gaze.

Davos breaks the silence, “Let’s get on with it, we haven’t got all night.”

Aeron comes back to reality.

“Okay on my mark,” Aeron says, “Ready, set, go!”

They cut through the water. Stoke after stroke getting closer to the windmill. The stream has little pull against them. Davos goes up for air, only to see Aeron a length ahead of him. He makes quick work of the distance between them. When Aeron surfaces, he can see the base of the mill clearly. He pushes himself harder trying to reach it. He resurfaces only to see Davos already at the mill just barely out of reach.

“I freaking did it!” Davos cheers.

Aeron swims up to him and playfully shoves him, “Alright, so you’re a better swimmer, so what.”

“So, I won! Which means…” He draws off, “I get to keep my dagger…Wait you didn’t even bet anything.”

“Well, I didn’t really have anything to bet. Besides my sword…would you perhaps want something else…” Aeron pauses.

“What about,” Davos breathes, “A kiss?”

Aeron stands shocked, “A kiss?”

“Yeah, it’s meaningful, and something you can give away.” Davos replies.

Aeron fumbles, “I mean, I guess it works…I just hadn’t thought about it.”

Davos approaches him and reaches out to pull him in. He sets his hands on Aeron’s waist. He closes his eyes. Aeron cups Davos’ face in his hands and brings him in closer. Aeron shuts his eyes and moves in pressing his lips to Davos’. He misses a little bit and only feels Davos top lip. With a small laugh Aeron works his way down till he can feel more of Davos’ mouth. He presses in and Davos parts his lips in response. He drags his tongue across Aeron’s sealed lips. Aeron pulls back flustered.

Davos flickers his eyes open, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You didn’t,” Aeron replies, “I just wasn’t expecting that.”

Davos tilts his head to the side, “You’ve never kissed anyone before?”

“Well, now I have!” Aeron pitches back, “And I don’t know what all the fuss what about!”

Davos sets his hand gently against Aeron’s burning cheek, “Close your eyes, and I’ll show you what all the fuss is about.”

“Okay, but I doubt it will change my mind.”

Aeron squeezes his eyes shut. Davos pulls him in close so that Aeron can feel his warmth. Davos gently places his lips to Aeron’s. He moves slowly. Pulling back before kissing Aeron’s jaw and then his neck before biting down gently on his collar bone. Davos comes back to Aeron’s lips and kisses them softly. Aeron parts his lip tasting Davos’ kiss. Davos pulls back.

“Does that change your mind?” Davos teases.

Aeron smiles, a bit dazed, “Something like that.”

Davos splashes him with water, “Come on sleepy head come back to the world of the living.”

“We should do this again sometime,” Aeron laughs, splashing him back.

The haul themselves out of the water to dry off. Aeron lays his head against Davos’ folded legs.

Aeron sighs, “I could do this all night.”

“Do what?” Davos asks with a half grin. “Be with you.” He replies softly.

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They are literally:

- Are we flirting or are we fighting right now? Because I'm kinda getting mixed signals.

- I'm gonna sink my teeth into your f**king throat!

- Still proving my point. Mixed- mixed messages.

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Davos: *sees Aeron on the other side of the boundary* I’m not gay but DAMN

Blackwood Cousin: you don’t have to be gay to appreciate a good looking guy

Davos: nah I’d fuck him

Blackwood Cousin: oh okay shit

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Aeron: Maybe I'm dreaming! Pinch me!

Davos: ....

Aeron: Not on the ass, Blackwood.

Davos: Sorry, it was just right there.

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This is the face of a man who is about to cry when his situationship hints they are going to war with each other, for real this time

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There are some romantic movies leads who wish they had half the chemistry Davos and Aeron have in their two minutes of screen time