#and he hangs out with jon and lois's only rule was keep away from the reporters and maybe wear casual clothes

[bobbinalong]

this was much funnier in my head, if i'm being honest.

[queerbutstillhere-writes]

Fantasy(Medieval) AU

The day Kon had been knighted had been probably the proudest moment of his life. Sure, the long ass prayer hadn’t exactly been the highlight of his evening, but he’d gone from a squire, being called boy or just Conner, to Sir Kent and honestly that was pretty cool, even if he now got mixed up with Clark a lot. It didn’t help that they looked nearly identical, Kon was just younger.

He couldn’t wait for the day Jon was also a knight. Having three Sir Kent’s would be so worth it, just to watch Clark twitch.

He had two blissful weeks of being freshly knighted, running around, partying and causing havoc, while also following the knight code, and then he had been contacted. By the King, no less. He had been summoned to the royal castle - which was admittedly, only in the next town over - to receive a royal assignment. He didn’t know what the hell it was going to be, but it must’ve been important. Why he, a brand new knight, and just 18 at that, was chosen, he had no idea, except for maybe his relation to Clark.

So he had packed up his things, said goodbye to his family for the foreseeable future, and saddled up his horse, heading up to the castle, Krypto trotting or running alongside him as they rode. It was stupid hot, and of course he had to chose to set out in the middle of the afternoon. Between the hot sun beating down on him and the fact that he had worn his armor - don’t ask him why - he was a sweaty mess by the time he reached Gotham Castle.

He wasn’t given any time to wait, just had his horse snatched from him by a stable boy and then was led deep into the castle, to what appeared to be an office waiting room. He was deposited by the servant girl, who he may have been flirting with, inside the waiting room in front of a desk with a middle aged, grumpy looking man.

“Who are you?” He grumbled, barely glancing up from where he was scratching away at a ledger.

“Sir Conner Kent, I have summons from the king.”

Conner held out the envelope. The man glanced at it, the broken seal on the back and then up at Conner. He grunted, pointing at a chair with his quill.

“Go sit down, I’ll let him know you’re here.”

Conner turned and sat down in one of the two wooden chairs against the wall, letting his bag thump to the floor beside him. The old man gave him a grumpy look, writing for another moment before putting down his quill and standing, slipping through the doors. Conner tapped his fingers on his knees as he waited, looking out the open window, out into the castle courtyard.

Gotham Castle was a huge, beautiful, but intimidating structure. She was built out of fairly dark stone, and stood at an impressive height, but judging from how high all the ceilings seemed to be, there likely wasn’t that many floors inside the castle itself. There were, of course, the towers, which stood several floors taller than the main structure, with their high peaked roofs and rippling flags. There were huge courtyards and gardens in the middle of everything, and turn out pastures for the horses, still within the castle walls. Just down the hill from the huge castle was Gotham proper, the sprawling city in better shape now, under King Bruce’s rule, then it had ever been before in history.

“Sir Kent, he’s waiting.”

Kon hopped up and started to grab his bag.

"You can leave that there," the attendant said, waving his hand to dismiss Kon's current course of action. "And the dog will have to stay."

He dropped the bag, ordered Krypto to stay, and headed to the door, his thumbs in his sword belt, armor clinking uncomfortably as he walked. He paused at the door and let the attendant step in and announce him.

"Your royal highness, Sir Conner Kent."

Conner stepped the rest of the way into the office and looked around, noting it to be an alarmingly cluttered space. The windows were open, allowing a soft breeze in. The office was crammed with book shelves, cushioned benches, a dining table that was stacked with papers and scrolls. There was a rather large fireplace against one wall, the mantel overflowing with paintings and knickknacks and other assorted items.

At the large wooden desk, which was shoved back towards one corner also covered in papers and books, was an older gentleman, his black hair streaked with white, and his beard nearing more grey than black. He was wearing an off gray linen shirt, the sleeves pushed up past his elbows, and black breeches. A golden crown had been plopped down onto his desk, and he glanced up, dark blue eyes meeting Kon's, and a tired smile slid onto his features.

Sitting on one of the cushioned benches, curled up against the armrest was a younger man, reading from a book. Kon noted a permanent ink stain on his right hand between his middle and ring fingers. His hair was longer than the older man's, nearly down to his shoulders, and was currently half pulled back, so it was out of his eyes at least. He was wearing a red shirt, black pants, and brown riding boots.

"Sir Kent," the older man said, standing, and Kon knew this to be King Bruce Wayne.

"Your majesty."

Conner immediately bowed, keeping in his low bow for a few seconds.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you." Bruce stepped around the desk and held out his hand. "I swear Clark talks about you almost as much as he talks about Jon."

"I think that's impossible, your majesty. I swear he never shuts up about that kid."

Bruce just grinned, moving to lean against the desk once they had shaken hands.

"Sir Kent, my son, Tim."

Conner turned to the Prince behind him and bowed again. He knew quite a bit about the royal family, due to his attachment to Clark, but he'd never met them. Timothy Drake-Wayne was Bruce's second youngest, and apparently a dashing young man. The prince smiled tiredly and waved, before looking back at his book. Conner turned back to Bruce.

"Well, I suppose we should get to business." Bruce walked around the desk again and sat down. "I called you out here because I have a bit of a job, that I feel like you'll be perfect for."

"What is it, your majesty? I'm happy to serve."

Bruce smiled lightly. "I figured as much. I need you to act as a protection detail for young Tim there."

Conner glanced behind him again, and caught Tim looking at him. The Prince quickly looked away again.

"Of course, your majesty. . . Might I ask what I'm protecting him from?"

"Let's call it an old family enemy, of his parents, and of myself, has decided to specifically target Tim after he refused an offer of an alliance with this man. He's tried multiple assassinations, and almost been successful more times than I'm comfortable with. The normal castle guards aren't trained for this, and as much as I appreciate our knights, they're not quite as spry as they once were."

"Of course. What will all my duties be?"

They spent the next five minutes going over every single aspect of Conner's new job, and by the end of it, he was a knight in the employment of the Royal Family.

He was shown a set of rooms by a servant, got to freshen up, and then headed to diner with the Wayne's.

......

After a week of tailing Prince Timothy Drake-Wayne around, Kon had gotten settled with the Wayne's. But mostly Tim. He was a fairly quiet guy, not because he didn't have anything to say or was too shy to say it, but because he spent most of his time observing his surroundings. Originally it had creeped Kon out, because Tim had spent most of his free time watching Kon, but now he almost appreciated it, having watched Tim work as an advisor to Bruce, and having witnessed him helping quite a few village people just because he had observed a situation and been able to stop it.

When he wasn't doing this mildly creepy observation thing, Tim was generally reading or writing. He had this huge book that he was about two-thirds through, and nearly always had it in hand. He was wildly creative, and while Kon had only had the pleasure of hearing a few of his writings, he was pretty damn good at it.

One thing he had not been expecting, was Tim's servant boy. This little ginger teenager, who ended up actually being Tim's age, was almost always with Tim. He was a little ball of energy and chaos and happiness. He was like sunshine, and Kon found himself being eager to spend time with him whenever possible, laughing and grinning with him. The boy, Bart Allen, was a whole head shorter than Kon, he had wild, auburn hair, that was more poof then not, and hazel eyes that were so light they looked golden.

For the first week, Kon had spent nights in his own set of rooms, attended to by some of the castle maids. And then on his ninth night there, there was an attack. Kon had just been leaving Tim's rooms for the night, when he heard a crash from the room behind him, and then shouting. He spun on his heel and sprinted back to Tim’s room, bursting through the door, which luckily was not locked yet, and found Tim pinned to the floor, a dark figure over the top of him, holding a knife. Kon had easily fought off that attacker, but the incident had led them to their current situation, which was Kon, moving all his bags to Tim’s room.

The room itself was fairly big, as big as Lois and Clark’s downstairs, but it was separated into two parts by a dividing wall, Tim’s bed hidden away behind the wall, the door to the privy tucked away, out of view unless you were really looking for it. Most of the room was filled with bookshelves, and there was a table that mostly served as a writing desk. There was a small, connected servants quarters, that was Bart’s strangely neat living space, though he seemed to spend a lot of his freetime hanging out with Tim, for whatever reason. But Kon, since he was Tim’s protection detail, had a bed set up in the corner of the main room, opposite Tim’s, though most of his things were being stored in the servants quarters, or at least, he assumed that’s why Bart had snatched them away unceremoniously the second he had set them down.

Tim didn’t seem bothered by this new development, just vaguely waved his hand around the room and said “Make yourself at home” and then returned to his book. So Kon did, set up a nice little miniature living space around his bed with what supplies he had, and settled in. Krypto had quite happily made himself at home on Kon's bed as well.

“Sir Kent.”

Kon jolted slightly, looking up from the sock he had been attempting to mend.

“Uh, Yes?”

“Why don’t you let me do that,” Bart offered, holding out his hand.

Kon hesitated. He wasn’t useless, Lois taught him how to mend his own things, and he was perfectly capable of doing so. Granted, he wasn’t the best at it, his big hands made it a little less neat then Lois could sew, but he got by. But this cute servant boy was holding out his hands expectantly, so Kon shrugged and passed it over. Bart plopped down beside him on the bed, tucked his feet up under his legs, and started sewing away, fingers practically flying over the hole in the sock, fixing it faster then Kon could have ever done. He looked up and found Tim fully invested in a book.

“So, how long have you been a servant for him?” Kon asked softly, turning to face Bart a little better.

“Oh, the past three or four years? I don’t remember really.”

“Wow. How old were you when you started?”

“Uh. . . Thirteen.”

“That’s a while.”

Bart looked up and smiled, then looked back down at the sock. But Kon, Kon was absolutely floored by that gorgeous smile. Bart gave it away so freely, to everyone, but this specific smile had felt . . . special. Which was odd, considering the reason for it. Krypto looked up from the floor and whined.

“There you go!” Bart quickly tied off the string and cut it, holding the mended sock out to Kon. “In the future, just bring me anything that needs repaired, and I’ll fix it right up!”

“Thank you!”

Bart flashed that blinding, beautiful smile at him again.

“Of course!” He hopped up and twirled to Tim. “I’m gonna go get lunch!”

“Okay, Bart,” The Prince replied without looking up.

“Any special requests?”

“I’m not terribly hungry.”

“Okaay dokeeey! Sir Kent?”

“For you to just call me Kon?” Kon asked, with a bit of a flirtier smile then he had intended. . . . or, well, maybe he had intended it.

Bart blinked at him, then grinned sheepishly. “Okay. Kon it is.”

Bart slipped on a pair of shoes and then disappeared out the door.

“He’s quite the bundle of energy.”

Tim looked up from his book finally, just looking at Kon for a moment before responding. “He’s a good person. And a very loyal friend. I’m lucky to have him.”

“You two do seem awful close.”

“I’ve known him since we were little, so I should hope so.”

“How’d he end up as your servant then?”

“His Uncle, Barry, is one of Bruce’s servants, so he sometimes ended up tagging along for whatever reason, and we became friends that way. He needed a job for personal reasons, and I happily offered."

“That’s kind of you.”

Tim tilted his head. “What did you want me to do? Let him go panhandling or working in the fields?”

“No. I’m just saying, not many nobility I’ve met would do something like that for someone like him.”

“What is that supposed to mean, Sir Kent?” Tim’s voice was clipped and defensive, and he had fully set his book down.

“. . . I think that came across wrong. I’m meaning. . . not many nobility would help a peasant like that.”

Tim’s eyes narrowed, and then he shrugged. “Maybe not. But I’m not most nobility, am I?”

“No. In many ways.”

They went silent, and Kon had this distinct feeling that he may have edged a little further onto Tim’s bad side.

That evening, when Tim was at dinner with his family - a safe time in which Kon didn’t have to be around him - he found himself in Tim’s rooms with Bart, who was humming to himself as he picked up, organizing books and papers, refilling Tim’s inkpot, changing linens, those types of things. And then they just started chatting, about anything and everything. Kon found out that Bart had lived with these two elderly farmers named Jay and Joan Garrick for most of his childhood, sometimes living with his uncle, Barry Allen, as his parents had both died when he was little. His trips to the castle with Barry, was indeed how he befriended Tim, and they were actually really close. Kon actually ended up finding out more about Tim through Bart, then he ever did from Tim himself.

By the time Tim returned from dinner, Bart had plopped himself down on Kon’s bed, his knees touching Kon’s thigh as they chatted animatedly.

“Good to know you two get along, this certainly won’t cause troubles for me,” Tim said, with a tired, but fond smile.

“Aww, Timmmm, we’re just getting to know each other a little better,” Bart said, looking up at him and grinning.

Tim walked over and plopped down on the bed, leaning forwards so he was leaning against Bart’s back, causing the smaller teen to groan and lean into Kon, who just chuckled and held them both up.

“I’m exhausted. Damian was being a little shit again and Dick wouldn’t shut up,” Tim groaned, moving so his head was on Bart’s shoulder, and he could look up at Kon as well.

“Aw, I’m sorry. I thought he was doing better?”

“He was. And then he saw Talia this weekend and it’s like someones stuck nails in his ass.”

Bart giggled, reaching around to wrap Tim’s arms around his stomach, rocking them slightly.

“Hmm, sometimes I wonder why your dad lets him go visit her.”

“Because she’s not with Ra’s anymore, that’s why. And because he’s still weak as hell for her.”

Bart was grinning at Tim, and Tim had his eyes closed as he laid against Bart’s back, practically plastered against him. They looked comfortable and natural like that. They looked . . . happy. Then something clicked for Kon.

“Wait. Ra’s? Like the maniac who’s trying to kill you?”

Tim looked up, frowning. Bart also frowned, but down at his lap.

“Yeah. . .”

“And . . . who’s this Talia lady?”

“Damian’s mom.”

Kon scowled. Something here wasn’t adding up. Tim sighed and closed his eyes once more, putting his head against Bart’s.

“Damian is Ra’s grandson. Bruce and Talia fell in love long ago, and I don’t think I need to give you the Talk , but not long after they split, Damian was born. We- Bruce only got custody of him a few years back. And I know what you’re thinking, but Damian is a good kid, and he doesn’t like Ra’s. He hates his grandfather.”

Kon just looked at Bart, who shrugged faintly, causing Tim’s head to shift. Kon stayed silent, digesting this information. It was certainly a lot to take in.

“You wanna go to bed early then?” Bart asked quietly, finally breaking the awkward silence.

“No, I want to go for a ride. Do you want to come with me?” Tim answered softly.

“Of course!” Bart exclaimed, grinning.

Tim opened his eyes and looked up at Kon again. “I’d ask, but it seems you don’t have a choice whether you come or not.”

Kon chuckled, pushing Bart off of him so he could stand. “It does appear that way, doesn’t it?”

After three weeks of tailing Tim and, consequently, Bart around, Kon had settled into their way of life quite easily. They had a pretty steady pattern to their days, and soon Kon had figured out times when he was needed and when he could go do things like train or nap or have a little bit of personal time. There were still the occasional attempts on Tim, though usually they were fairly random and small, and there hadn’t been any direct attacks in his living quarters since the first one after Kon arrived. But he wasn’t relaxing his guard yet, not until they were sure Tim was safe. Not that Tim couldn’t defend himself, Kon had seen him training with his older brother, Richard, but he had been hired for a job and intended to fulfill it.

After three more weeks of tailing Tim, Kon had become pretty certain of one thing. And that one thing was that he was pretty sure Tim and Bart were romantically involved with each other, dating, whatever the word for it was. It was pretty obvious, in Kon’s opinion. Hell, a lot of nights, they slept in the same bed together. They walked around holding hands and leaning on each other and grinning at each other, and just acting cute and coupley. And he was totally fine with this.

So fine with it.

He wasn’t sad about it all.

Except he was.

Because he may have fallen for Bart a bit. And Tim was really pretty and Kon also really liked him. And he was screwed because of this. Because they were probably dating each other, and Kon was just the bodyguard, third wheeling his way through life.

An interesting fact, Kon had learned over the past few weeks, was that Tim got nightmares, pretty frequently. And somehow, Bart had like this sixth sense about when Tim was having these nightmares, and would just appear at his bed and wake him up out of it, and then they would lie there, Bart softly singing until Tim drifted back to sleep. That was another thing about Bart. He sang and played the lute. And he was amazing at it. Kon could sit there and listen to him sing for hours. Bart the Bard, Tim called him occasionally, and Bart would just giggle and give him a lovesick smile and continue on playing.

Kon wasn’t going to say anything to either of them, after all, he’d either get over it, or be dismissed from his guard duties eventually, so why was it worth bringing up? It wasn’t. He was fine leaving it be. After all, it wasn’t the first time he’d fallen for someone he couldn’t have, but he was mature enough to know to not pursue someone.

But one day, he was sitting in Tim’s room with Bart and Krypto while Tim was off with his family. Bart was tuning his lute, humming softly as he worked, and Kon had been reading, but had given up after a while, to just stare vaguely in Bart’s direction, listening to the plucking as he made sure it was in proper tune.

“What’s got your head in the clouds, oh brave Knight?”

“Huh? Oh.” Kon fully focused on the bard, and found him leaning on his lute slightly, grinning at him. “Nothing. Lost in thought?”

Bart chuckled. “What were you thinking about?”

Quick! Come up with a lie!

“Home, I guess. Wasn’t really thinking about anything in particular.”

A soft hum came from Bart, and he walked over, sitting next to Kon, Krypto immediately stretched his big white head over Kon’s lap to receive pets.

“Got anyone special back home, Sir Kent?”

“Dating wise? No. . . My little brothers are back home though.”

“Oh? Are you the oldest?”

“Kind of? It’s a weird situation.”

“Trust me, if anyone understands that, it’s me,” Bart said with a smile.

Kon chuckled. “What about you? Got anyone special?” he asked, lightly nudging Bart.

“Oh. . .Uh, No.”

Kon raised an eyebrow. “Really, I thought you and. . .” He gestured vaguely around the room.

“Tim?” Bart asked, eyes going huge. “No. Nonono, we’re not- . . . no it’s not like that.”

“Huh. . . interesting, you guys just kind of act like you’re together.”

“No, I mean, it’s not that I wouldn’t-” Bart stopped and sighed. “It’s complicated.”

Kon frowned softly and put a hand on Bart’s knee. “It’s okay, I’ve been there.”

Bart looked up at him with a scowl. “I don’t need your pity, Kon.”

“It’s not- No, I didn’t mean it like that.”

Bart just shrugged and looked down at his lute. Kon let silence hang for a bit. Should he? I mean, his obstacle had just been removed, why not shoot his shot?

“Do you wanna go out for dinner or drinks or something tonight, while Tim is with his family?”

Bart stopped playing, and sat there for a moment before looking up at Kon, blinking. Then he grinned.

“Sir Kent, are you asking me out on a date?”

Conner smiled and shrugged. “And what if I am?”

“Well then, I might just have to say yes. But only if it’s a date.”

“Well it’s a good thing it was a date, then, isn’t it.”

Bart giggled. “We’ll have to make sure Tim really is going to be eating with his family, but probably yes.”

Kon grinned. “Fantastic.”

That evening, once they were excused by Tim, they got dressed and headed down into Gotham proper, chatting and laughing the whole way down. They found an inn that was serving some good stew for dinner and wasn’t terribly full, and spent a little bit of time there, just enjoying themselves. And when they got back to the castle, with time still to spare, Kon whisked Bart away to the gardens, finding a little secluded spot so they could sit down in private. They just talked for a while longer, Bart sitting on the back of their bench so he could play with Kon’s hair. And then he leaned down and kissed Kon.

Kon didn’t hesitate to push up against him, hand on his knee to help support himself, due to the slightly awkward angle.

"There they are, Timothy."

"You two having fun?"

Bart yanked away from Kon and tumbled backwards, right off of the bench. Kon yelped and dove after him, but only managed to snag his ankles, unable to prevent him from falling into the bush behind them. He looked up to find Tim and his youngest brother, Damian, standing nearby with a couple of guards. Damian looked annoyed, but Tim had this mildly amused, mostly closed off look.

"Uh, hi," Kon said, then turned back to Bart, reaching down and grabbing him by the arms, hauling him back up over the back of the bench.

Bart tumbled into Kon, giggling, even as his face turned bright red. They quickly picked leaves off of him, and then Bart sat up, looking at Tim.

"You startled me."

"I noticed."

Bart hopped up, brushing a few more leaves off.

"Are you okay?" Kon asked, standing as well, eyeing Bart.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Didn't hit your head?"

"Nope!"

"Now that you have your . . . " Damian trailed off, giving them a look of contempt. "Whatever. I'll be going."

Damian spun on his heel and walked away, followed by the guards. Tim just looked at them, shook his head and turned to walk away. Bart scurried after him, and Kon? Kon just sighed softly and followed, feeling a little annoyed that they had been interrupted.

But it was fine. At least now he knew how Bart felt.

......

After another two weeks, Kon was finding himself with another issue. See he had been dating Bart this whole time, and was quite happy with it. He and Bart got along amazingly, and Bart was . . . hot damn. Bart was something else. Kon could spend hours kissing him without complaint. Well, he actually couldn’t, because they both had jobs to do, and Bart wasn’t comfortable with kissing around Tim, which was understandable. And frankly, neither was Kon.

Because he was still crushing on Tim, even though he was pretty much dating Bart.

So yeah. He had a problem. Because he wasn’t about cheating on Bart, but at the same time. . . Tim. Tim was gorgeous and kind and smart. He and Kon had become fairly good friends, over the time he had spent as his bodyguard, and it was nice, because they could now just sit and chat or be together in comfortable silence, unlike in the past, when they would sit there in awkward silence, trying to figure out what to say to the other. And Kon wasn’t dumb, he could see Tim eyeing him, watching him, zoning out while staring at him. But he knew Tim would also never try anything as long as he was with Bart. Tim was too loyal for that.

“Bart.”

“Hmm?”

Kon rolled onto his back, looking over at Bart, who was in the middle of folding laundry. It was one of those odd days that Kon got off, as Tim was completely surrounded by his family and their various bodyguards.

“I need to tell you something,” Kon said with a sigh.

He decided it was best if he was just honest with Bart. Then at least Bart could keep him accountable or something. . . . Hopefully he wouldn’t be too upset.

“What’s up?”

“Would you come sit down?”

Kon pushed up into a sitting position, and Bart set down the pair of trousers he had just folded, turning and walking over, sitting on Kon’s lap, arm around his shoulders.

“What’s wrong?” Bart asked, tilting his head, looking concerned.

“I . . . Don’t want to hurt you, but I think you should know?”

Bart pulled back some, his scowl becoming even more concerned.

“I think . . . I think I have feelings for Tim,” Kon said softly, then rushed to continue. “But I don’t intend to do anything about it! I like you! I like being with yo-”

“Wait,” Bart said, holding up a hand, effectively silencing Kon.

Kon blinked at him, feeling worry rising in him in the form of bile in his throat. Bart was silent for a moment, then he started grinning.

“Kon. Kon. Conner!”

“Uh, What?”

“Do you realize what this means!?”

“Uh? No?”

“I’ve had a crush on Tim since I was like, eight! And I’m almost completely sure that Tim has had a crush on me for nearly that long, and that he has one on you now!!!”

“Bart-”

“I can work with this!” Bart exclaimed cheerfully and jumped up.

“Bart, what are you planning?!” Kon exclaimed, feeling more panicked now.

“I’m gonna ask him if he wants to date both of us!”

Bart had already returned to folding clothes, and Kon was left there, staring at Bart’s ass.

“Wait, you’re going to what? ”

“I mean, if you’re okay with it, I suppose? Sorry I should have asked first. . .”

“No it’s-” Kon hesitated, taking a moment to think about it.

He wasn’t . . . Not okay with it? But it was a strange concept to him. . . dating two people at once. A lot of people would consider that to be cheating. Hell, normally Kon would even consider that cheating, but. . .

“Wait so. . . all three of us? Dating each other?” Like I’m dating you and him, and you're dating him and me, and he’s dating you and I?”

“Yeah!”

“And that’s not . . . cheating?”

“Nope, it’s just like dating normally, but this time there’s two people you’re dating, instead of just one.” Bart stopped folding and looked back at Kon. “It’s not a terribly popular thing, and I know why. . . but, it can be the best thing on the planet.”

Kon didn’t respond, so Bart returned to his folding. And they sat there in silence for ten minutes until Bart finished folding and climbed into Kon’s lap so they could start kissing.

“I think . . . If you wanna ask him,” Kon said, after pulling back a bit. “Then ask him. But please don’t make him uncomfortable.”

Bart just grinned and immediately leaned in to kiss him again. “I’ll ask him, privately, later.”

Kon could tell the moment Bart had asked. He had been bathing, and when he got back, they were yelling at each other. Bart and Tim never yelled at each other. . . Okay well it was mostly Tim yelling, and Bart was trying to reason with him. It was clearly not going well, and the moment Kon closed the door, Tim whirled on him.

“And you!” Tim all but thundered. “How could you put him up to this!? Is this some kind of joke to you!? Does your relationship with him really mean that little!?”

“Uhhh,” Kon wisely said, and looked from Tim to Bart. Bart just sighed and shrugged.

“I can’t believe the both of you! I was fine with you two dating! I was willing to live with that, but now this?! Am I a joke to you!?”

Tim was putting on boots as he ranted.

“I’m guessing that’s a no, then?”

“Of course it’s a fucking no!! Gods!” Tim snatched up a cloak and then stormed out the door.

Kon looked at Bart, slowly moving to set down his dirty clothes. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m. . . he’s never yelled like that before.”

“I’m gonna go after him, he can’t be wandering around alone. Are you going to be okay here?”

Bart nodded numbly. Kon quickly strapped on his sword and then walked over to Bart, gently grabbing his chin and tilting his head up.

“It’ll be okay,” he said softly, kissed him, and then hurried out the door.

He found Tim twenty minutes later, sulking in the library. Tim looked up from the books he was glaring murder at and saw Kon, and his face immediately hardened further.

“What do you want?”

“To do my job? I’m supposed to make sure you don’t die, remember?”

Tim just scoffed. He glared at him for a moment, then looked away, sighing. Kon stood nearby, hands on his sword belt, waiting for a good moment to talk.

“Bart didn’t mean to upset you that bad. And he’s pretty shook up that you yelled at him.”

Tim sighed again, shoulders falling a bit. “I know. I shouldn’t have. . . But it was just-”

“Startling?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, I understand. I was pretty taken off guard too.”

Tim leaned against the bookshelf and looked up at him.

“It just won’t work, Conner, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t . . . You don’t need to apologize to me for this. I understand, and honestly didn’t expect it to go well. But. . . “

“Yeah, I’ll talk to him later.”

Tim went silent, and Kon let him, looking around the library. It was fairly empty, except for the old librarian, and Kon was perfectly okay with this. They stayed in there for twenty minutes before Tim decided to leave, slowly walking around the castle, Kon just trailing him lightly.

“Can I ask why you’re so against it?” Kon asked randomly, after a while of walking.

“I just. . . With me being a prince. . . the whole view on homosexuality. I know it’s not . . . bad, but it’s not great either, and this? A relationship between three people? It's unheard of, and for royalty to get involved in one. . . “ Tim just shook his head.

Kon was silent for a bit. “Did you know Bruce and Hal are totally sleeping together?”

“I beg your pardon!?”

“Bruce and his one guard, Hal Jordan, awesome dude, by the way. But they're totally sleeping together.”

Tim slammed on the breaks and turned back to Kon, crossing his arms. “And why do you say this?”

“Because I’m friends with one of Dick’s guards, Kyle, and he told me that Hal mentioned it to him.”

Tim just blinked at him. “Wow okay. Information I didn’t need to know today.”

“Do you wanna know about Dick?”

“Of course.”

“He’s totally sleeping with Wally.”

Tim scoffed. “Everyone knows that, Conner, that’s old news, get with the times.”

“I’m just saying. . . Nearly everyone in your family seems to be into guys. It’s not like any of them are gonna judge you for anything,” Conner said with a shrug, returning to tailing Tim as they started walking again.

Tim didn’t respond, just led Kon back to his room. When they got inside, they found Bart missing.

“He’s probably just finishing a chore,” Kon said softly, shrugging and tugging off his sword and boots, collapsing in bed. Then he looked around. “Wait, Krypto is gone. He probably took him out to pee.”

“Yeah. . . You’re probably right,” Tim said, after having stuck his head in Bart’s room. He walked back and sat on his bed, grabbing at a book and settling in to read.

Bart returned a few minutes later, Krypto on his heels, and glanced between the two, looking a little nervous. He just disappeared into the servants quarters. Tim gave a heavy sigh and stood, following him in. Kon just smiled to himself and waited patiently.

After Bart and Tim had a little talk, things settled, mostly back to normal within the next day or so. There was still some awkwardness, and Bart seemed very timid with showing affection to Kon around Tim, but it was manageable, and they were all still pretty friendly.

Kon assumed the topic had just been dropped, and wasn’t planning to ever bring it up again.

But he wasn’t the one who brought it up, so it was fine.

In fact, Tim was.

There had been an attempt, the other night. It had been peaceful for a long time, and then when they had been out riding, someone had attempted to shoot Tim off his horse. The arrow had barely missed his head and grazed his ear instead, and the second Kon realized what had happened, he had yanked Tim to the ground and covered him with his own body. Tim had been fairly shook up about it, and hadn’t been sleeping well because of it.

But tonight, he woke up screaming, and both Kon and Bart rushed to his bed, Bart immediately throwing himself under the covers to pull Tim in tight, quietly shushing him and trying to calm him. Kon awkwardly sat on the edge of the bed, watching them in the dim moonlight.

“It’s okay, Tim, you’re okay. You’re safe,” Bart reassured, humming his words softly.

Tim let out a shaky sob and buried his face into Bart’s chest, body shaking slightly as he took ragged breaths. Bart looked up at Kon and pointedly looked down at Tim, signalling him to come closer. So Kon did, pushing back the blankets enough that he could slip under them, and then scooted over until he could pull both Tim and Bart against him. Tim tensed for a moment, then relaxed back into him, hips pressing into Kon’s thighs.

It took a bit for Tim’s crying to stop enough that he could talk, and even then he barely pulled his face away from Bart, desperately hugging the ginger.

“What’s wrong, Tim?” Bart asked softly, eyebrows knit together in concern.

“I dreamt. . . “ Tim took another deep, shaky breath, then rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. “I dreamt that Ra’s got a hold of you two, that he was using you against me. . . that he was going to kill you, and then me.”

Bart looked at Kon over Tim, reaching up to lightly push his long black hair back out of his face.

“He’s not going to get you, Tim. Not while I’m still here,” Kon reassured, instinctively putting an arm over Tim’s stomach. Tim grabbed onto it tightly, like it was a lifeline.

“You don’t know that,” Tim breathed out, looking up at him.

“Yes I do. I’m here to protect you, and that’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to protect you, even if it means I lose my own life.”

“But why?” Tim asked. “Why would you do that for me?”

“Because I care about you,” Kon answered without hesitating.

Tim blinked up at him, and then suddenly he was surging up, pressing his lips to Kon’s. Kon made a muffled noise of surprise, eyes going wide for a second before they slid close and he lightly pressed back into the kiss, arm tightening over Tim’s stomach. He felt a hand squeeze his forearm and pulled back, looking up at Bart, who was grinning slightly.

“Tim-” Kon breathed out, looking down at him.

“I thought-” Tim squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. “I thought I could get over both of you. I thought I would be fine. . . “

He looked over at Bart next, just looking at him quietly for a moment. Bart grinned back.

“But, damn was I wrong.”

Kon watched him lightly kiss Bart, pulling away from Kon as he pushed a little harder into Bart.

“So this means-” Bart immediately asked, once they had pulled away.

“Yes, I want to try it.”

Bart made a little squeal noise of excitement and grinned at Kon. Kon smiled down, then looked at Tim, who still looked a little shook up.

“Hey. . . Tim, you know I meant what I said, right? I’m here to protect you. You’re safe with me. With us.”

Tim just nodded vaguely, looking at Bart. “Will you sing me a song?”

“Of course!”

Tim settled back against Kon’s chest, while Bart sat up so he could properly sing to them, some soft love song that had Kon drifting off, arm wrapped protectively around Tim. He dozed off to Bart soft singing, and Tim’s gentle breaths. He vaguely remembered Bart slipping underneath one of his arms as well, but then he was out of it, waking up the next morning to just Tim in bed, and Bart already up and working. And Kon couldn’t help but grin to himself as he tucked Tim up against his chest.

This was good.

@core-disaster-week-2020

[raybyanothername]

Chaperones are for Bad Influences - TimKon Week Day 7

Tim is forced to take Damian to a playdate with his friend. Said friend just happens to have a cute brother. There is some light flirting, a little obvious ogling, but mostly there is coffee.

Written for the final day of TimKon Week 2019 Day 7 - No powers/No capes AU - First Kiss

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The room was dark when Jason flung the door open. He stomped in loudly - making zero attempt to avoid things strewn about the floor - towards the window, where he promptly flung the drapes open. All of these actions, combined with his belly flop onto the bed, earned him a ferocious grumble and his little brother attempting to bite his arm through the comforter.

"If you actually rip through the comforter to draw blood, you will be breaking two Alfred rules at once," Jason spread out on the bed, making sure the bulk of his weight was on the ball of limbs in the center. The biting stopped.

The grumbling grew louder, "You are an absolute asshole, Jason." A tsking came from the doorway. Tim's growl increased, "That goes double for you demon brat."

"I'm not the one using offensive language." Damian did not enter the room. He stayed in the threshold, nose in the air.

Jason snorted, "This time, baby brat." Damian's mouth twitched. "Just because you swear in a different language, doesn't mean we don't know what you're saying."

"That was a double negative."

"Your grammar is atrocious."

The room went silent as the younger brothers realized they'd just accidentally agreed on something. Jason smirked and rolled off the bed, "Good, you two are getting along." He ruffled Damian's hair on the way out the door. "Cause Alfred said Tim was to take you on your playdate to the park."

The comforter flew off the bed as Tim sat up, "What?!" Jason was already cackling on the other side of the hallway. Damian was glowering at his feet. "Why do you even need a chaperone?"

"That is not your concern!" Damian fled from the doorway, muttering under his breath about 'ridiculous overreactions.' It was the plural that made Tim suspicious. Damian reappeared in his doorway with a scrunched scowl on his face, "We leave in an hour, Timothy, and I will not be late!"

Tim arrived at the front foot one hour and one minute later. Damian's left eye was twitching as he stood in the parlour with his backpack. Alfred stood beside him, hand on his shoulder.

"So which park are we going to?" Tim asked Alfred. The butler smiled. "Not a park?" Alfred shook his head. Tim looked down at Damian, "Didn't you just go to the zoo last weekend?"

"Not with Jon." Damian sniffed, arms crossed. "And I have not yet finished my portrait of the lioness and her cubs."

Tim asked no further question. He did stop for coffee on the wall. Damian yelled at him all the way through the drive thru. It was worth it to watch the vein in his forehead throb in near identical fashion to the one in Bruce's.

"I'm telling Father you tried to make us late!" Damian groused as Tim pulled into the VIP parking space that was reserved for their family. They really did take Damian to the zoo far too often... Maybe they could just leave him, let the zookeepers raise the demon brat. They probably has specialized training for dealing with feral animals.

"Dami!" Tim was startled by the chipper voice as a flash of blue ran past him to hook his brother in a side hug. There was now a young boy hanging off his brother's side, looking at his brother fondly. This, obviously, was Jon.

Tim blinked, "Not what I expected." The two boys were talking in hushed, excited tones. Damian's posture remained rigged and his face neutral, but he had a soft smile aimed at the ball of blue energy that was now talking with his hands.

"We should visit the lions first, I believe you will find their behaviors both familiar and majestic."

"Are you insinuating that Lois is a mama lion?" Yet another voice startled Tim. He should probably be paying more attention…

Damian looked narrowly at the broad shoulder teen that came up beside Tim. "Yes."

"Okay." The teen shrugged, "That's probably fair." Tim took a moment to glance over the guy - he was definitely built, probably from some sort of sport, and he had a jawline that could cut paper.

"Who are you?" Damian's entire frame was strung tight. Tim sighed. He sent up a quick prayer to whatever God or gods may exist to save his sanity. Why didn't he ever meet hot guys at the library?

It was the ball of energy that answered the question, "This is my new brother Conner!" Jon grinned wide at Damian, "Now you're not the only one with cool siblings."

Damian scoffed, "I would hardly call Timothy cool, Jon."

"You're the one that said he hacked Wayne Enterprises' firewall, that's pretty cool." Jon argued, completely missing Tim choking on his coffee.

"Damian!" Tim hissed, eyes narrowed, "That's not suppose to be public knowledge." The two younger boys rolled their eyes and continued to argue about the definition of cool as if Tim had never spoken.

Conner, however, was looked at Tim sideways. "Aren't you…like, a Wayne?" Tim shrugged, took another sip of his coffee cause his throat now hurt. "Doesn't that mean you hacked yourself?"

"I wasn't a Wayne when I did it," Tim admitted under the intense scrutiny of the man's gorgeous blue eyes. Conner's eyebrows rose higher, but his mouth stayed shut.

The two teens spent the day followed their younger brothers around the zoo. Tim only had to stop Damian from trying to release an animal twice. He didn't bother stopping him from berating the zookeepers.

Penguins were awesome, afterall, and their enclosure could stand to be cleaner. He had also been far too busy watching Conner lean over. The glutes were just as well-muscled as the shoulders.

"So, do you know why we're here?" Tim asked as they walked through the aquarium. Conner hadn't said much of anything and Tim was officially feeling creepy for ogling the dude so much without talking to him.

Conner raised a brow, "Cause Jon asked me to?" Tim stopped. His head turned from Damian to Conner slowly as the realization rushed over him.

"Are you telling me you're not here to chaperone?"

Conner shook his head, "Lois said I could just drop Jon off, as long as there was someone with Damian."

"So…Lois only requires someone to be here for Damian…not Jon?" Tim spoke with a scowl, head turning back to his brother. His voice went low as he cursed his brother's name.

"Jason is your other brother?" Conner guessed as Tim started walking again. Tim nodded, "So…you're a middle child?"

Tim snorted, "Technically, I am the second youngest. I think Cass would be the official middle child. If we don't count Steph. Which I am generally adverse to do." Really, the fact that Bruce had pseudo-adopted his ex-girlfriend (before she was even his ex!) was just the sort of family weirdness that Tim didn't like to dwell on.

"How many of you Wayne's are there?" Conner chuckled, scratching the back of his head he smiled at Tim. Blue eyes shifted down and back up.

Tim blushed under the very-obvious glance. He cleared his throat, looked around for a coffee cart. "Five, legally, assuming Bruce hasn't adopted anyone else in the last 24 hours. But, Bruce has a habit of taking in people who need him, so I'd put the actual count at around a dozen, just to be safe."

"Wow," Conner breathed out. Tim absconded towards a coffee cart to avoid more questions - he didn't actually know Conner after all and he was officially rambling. About his siblings. Ick.

Damian was explaining the hunting patterns of his favorite shark when Tim got back, because of course he was.

"Your brother scares me," Conner whispered into Tim's ear upon his return. A shiver ran down Tim's spine.

"He scares most people," Tim said as he looked literally anywhere but at Conner. Jon, apparently, was not most people because he was chirping questions at Damian to keep the topic going. Tim eyed him warily - anyone who liked Damian was obviously insane.

Conner's hand was suddenly resting on Tim's lower back. Tim looked at Conner out of the corner of his eyes. The other teen was relaxed, shoulders back, head up, leaning against a bar that ran the length of the glass. Tim gulped.

"Dami, did you want to go back to the lions to finish your painting?" Tim was gaping at the wonder of Jon Kent as the boy literally pulled Damian towards the enclosure they'd started at. Damian just…went. Without complaint.

Tim tugged on Conner's arm, "Did he just…comply?" Conner nodded, eyebrow raised, "The world may be ending." He checked the sky - still dark and dreary, still Gotham. Conner chuckled. Tim then realized that he was now, essentially, tucked into Conner's side.

"You wanna get another coffee while he paints?"

Tim blinked. He looked straight into Conner's face. Eyes open, mouth quirked. Tim nodded, "The farther from the coming calamity, the better, I suppose."

Now, Tim didn't make a habit out of kissing boys he'd just met - thank you very much, Stephanie! - but Conner had bought him coffee. A large coffee, with the exact amount of sugar and cream that he liked. With a double shot of expresso! So you see, really, Tim should get points for not jumping him right then and there.

"Your lips are really soft," Conner murmured as Tim pulled away. He was smiling, a goofy kind of smile with teeth and everything. Tim blushed profusely. Conner kissed him again, a soft press of lips that moved against his with just a hint of pressure.

Tim ran his tongue along Conner's bottom lip and enjoyed the man's shudder. The pressure increased and Tim found himself pushed up against the railing of the zebra exhibit.

When they returned fo their brothers, Damian was packing up his paint and Jon was attempt to talk down a security officer. Tim slipped the dude a hundred and the man dispersed. Jon looked up at him with a pout. Tim shrugged.

"I have completed my portrait," Damian informed Tim with a triumphant grin. He gestured towards his easel with a small flourish. The painting was good - visceral and bright - and the lioness looked both feral and fond.

Tim gave him a thumbs up, "Looks good to me."

Damian nodded, "Of course it does, even a amateur can recognize talent." Tim resisted the urge to shove his little brother only because he still felt vaguely warm from his time with Conner. Not because his brother was staring at his painting with trembling eyes.

"Do we need to wait for it to dry?" Conner asked. He stood much closer to Tim now than he had earlier. Air just barely whispering between them. Damian narrowed his eyes on that space before looking up at their faces.

"You may leave whenever," Damian sniffed, nose rising in the air. He gave Jon a quick nod, "Thank you for spending the day with me, Jon."

Conner stared straight into Damian's twisted scowl. He then grinned and leaned over to peck Tim on the cheek, "See ya around, Tim."

"See ya," Tim waved as the other set of brothers walked off. Jon was already jumping and throwing his hands up as he talked. Conner looked over his shoulder at Tim and winked.

Tim chuckled, smiling to himself. Damian huffed and Tim looked over at him. "You barely know the man, Tim, can't you keep your…your carnal desires to yourself."

"Did…did you just call me Tim?" He didn't exactly gape at Damian so much as eye him warily.

Damian's cheeks flushed, "That is not the aspect of the sentence you were meant to focus on!"

"Yeah, yeah, keep it in my pants, got it." Tim waved a hand as he leaned down to look at Damian, face to face. His mouth twitched into a grin, "But you called me Tim. Not Timothy."

A stuttered denial was cut off by Tim sighing loudly. He made a dramatic show of holding a hand to his chest - Dick would have been proud. Damian growled at the gesture.

"I can't wait to tell Dad how nice you're being to me. Protective even!"

Damian's left eye twitched. It was the only warning before he sprung on Tim.

When Alfred got to zoo an hour later to pick them up from security's holding area, he did not ask about the fist fight, nor did he comment on their dishevelled appearances. He instead focused on the painting that security had leaning against the cell.

"It's really quite vibrant," Alfred nodded his approval, "Your brush strokes have improved immensely Master Damian. Ms. Kyle will be delighted, I'm sure. Might I suggest a mahogany frame, to bring out the golden undertones?"

[odrseasonone]

The Fates of My Characters

so, for many of them, i hadn’t made up my mind precisely what would happen to my characters, but for some i have.  i think it’s always a good idea to keep these sorts of things in mind when writing (and ofc just bc something worked for the rp doesn’t necessarily mean it’ll work for a series obv but yeaH) so just as a refresher, here’s what i was thinking!!  my more recent characters...idk...but w my older characters, i generally have ~some idea but yeah obv all of this can be changed!! really only cassius, charles, and avelina MUST die bc even dezod could just be locked in some ~chamber of eternal torment~ or whatever if it turns out that’s what works best.  im going to put them in two categories - decided and undecided - but really that just means ~general idea~ vs ~100% open~

DECIDED

vincent alainon

dies probs bc of dmitrei given his general trajectory lbr hahaha but idk

not before we get some sort of climax over his whole situation tho but whether or not that’s wrapped up happily idk

cordelia arrington

learns the truth! has a terrible fight w her bro! probs never sees him again and then feels super guilty when he’s gone *waves flag*

def eventually fights against rowena tho!!

her claim is def also always hanging over her - in both good and bad ways and both as pawn and stateswoman at different times

may or may not rule/be proclaimed queen asp

cris barret

should’ve been a dragonrider but his wife died on their wedding day so he wouldn’t be bc his bro betrayed them all #yay

has lots of fun depressing adventures

probs dies at the end and is reunited w ana in death but not before lots of suffering and angst transpires *another sarcastic yay*

*broods*

but yeah not 100% decided on this either but i caN see him falling to his death from a dragon or something gratuitous like that lajsdf

avelina beaumont

dies but close to the end, having (whether literally or figuratively) lost all her daughters and everything she holds dear...

except that one thing which is dearer to her than all others: her ability to hate alex - that she will always have ;D

evie beaumont

dies, most likely (indirectly) bc of her mother and/or her claim

most likely either falls to her death or is burned at the stake bc im mean af

but not before discovering her courage and gumption and doing her utmost to help aragoth!! 

(how effective she is on a more than personal level idk but props for effort!)

i’d also like her to go on some sort of adventure incognito a la [ this post ] possibly while traveling to the south or smth

esp given how that same journey went for celia ;D

but whether or not her compatriots know who she actually is - or even that she’s not a man - or are trying to help her idk

either way hijinks and hilarity and adventures ensue and she gets to be brave and go places and see and do things <3

i actually have a whole bunch of conflicting ideas about this journey so ladjflkjdskf

may or may not end up marrying anyone after all but deF gets offered around as we already know hahaha

cedric boleyn

i was gonna kill him but then lauren wanted kate to strike a deal w dezod to resurrect him

probs dies saving someone or something heroic and tragic like that

which im cool w but if he returns, he doesn’t come back the same...

probs comes back w a mission to kill roran bc dezod isn’t a faN

then he has to be killed all over again probs so thaT’S fun too

jesper dalmas

100% dead man walking tbh

but won’t conveniently die until he’s caused lots of trouble and accidentally forced lynessa and avelina to go north etc

esp bc they can’t really kill him now bc they killed jon and they can’t have bodies piling up...

charles degrey

100% dies heroically - possibly by cassius’ hand, possibly in some way defending roran or something

dezód destriksyon

obv he dies at the end bc we know roran is his undoing (but whether or not roran is the one to kill him idk?)

but not before something climactic goes down between him and rowena and safira and ric!!

whether separately or all at once idk

cassius montagu

100% dies may or may not pull a vader and kill rowena and/or show someone else how to first tho - rhaegar also dies

may or may not somewhat redeem himself towards the end

lucian moran

dies - its just a question of hoW

possibly killed as an offering to the demon god so that’s fuN

loys mortain

cries ;D

no but i feel like he probs lives and gets to be reunited in the end w his one true love - keys <3

but his death may or may not be faked or whatever idk

also never consummates his marriage w celia but he doES (and don’t let any children read this!) hold her hand at least once!

racy stuff

rochilda thaon

dies - possibly killed as a sacrifice to the demon god, possibly by rowena or dezod or something?????

osmund urry

dies but is cool w it

i mean, he’s not suicidal, he’s just... ‘its my time’ or whatever its more bittersweet than tragic

jon valles

stabbed to death at his own wedding - it’s the best day in aragothi history

adela vipont

is forced to actually look the world in the eye asp but mostly she’s just ridiculous smdh <3

probs has to ultimately make a decision that forces her out of her comfort zone to do the right thing™

normand vipont

dies just a question of how and when

probs has some sort of entanglement w the pirates asp bc of the seafaring thing and we need a naval battle ;D

may or may not ever make any headway in his goals????

emylyna vipont

probs dies but not before somewhat redeeming herself hopefully???

UNDECIDED

edmund browne

probs ends up somehow embarking on a quest/emotional journey for which he is 100% unprepared tbqh

ivette bryant

becomes a dragonrider w a green dragon <3

does her utmost to help others gain freedom as she has done - wether literally or figuratively

her ultimate fate tho is a mystery - who knows maybe shE falls from her dragon instead of cris maybe she lives idk

lena castillon

will probs finally get to travel!!!

beyond that idk

dominick fletcher

idk but i do know that nothing good is on its way ;D

roderick fray

a hot mess, fucks around, makes things worse, eventually grows into something more hopefully

possibly dies?????

james garin

is a lil shit first, last, and always ;D

no but idk what happens to him exactly in the end hahaha

comes back to the south 

tries to become a better man!!!

tristan lanquetot

rides off into the sunset w ophelia probs to heal but idk might die to expunge all those murders #yikes

roseline l’archer

brigitte mortain

honestly probs dies doing something stupid but whether that’s before or after the story ends idk ;D

may or may not marry

if she does marry rob, she 100% runs away/tries to run away and/or tries to poison him #facepalm

radulfus osmunt

isabella quincy

can see her burning, can see her saving someone, can see her redeeming herself (those not mutually exclusive obv)

can also see her living??????? idk

andrya rience

most likely gets some kind of comeuppance/punishment but probs lives??????

lysander stafford

eventually gets his - both literal and figurative - story straight but from there idk

warin thorel

100% makes armor and/or swords or something for the new dragonriders

100% does something dramatic w those arms before them probs

beyond that tho idk?????

aymon vaux

is a dumbass till the end but idk when that’ll be - whether during the storyline of odr or later hahaha

remon vipont

undecided but im leaning towards death tbh

deF strives v much, has a whole lot of angst about his child if/when he learns of her true paternity, etc

joffrey vymont

travels all over the place!! makes tons of mistakes!!

gresilda wystan