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[justanotheraeg]

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[justanotheraeg]

my thoughts ain’t too refined, but i was thinking of corpse bride AU where dunk is victor and aerion is emily.

- dunk is set to marry whoever the fuck idk (not important because dunkaerion is end game despite the movie’s canon) for wealth purposes

- arlan is dunk’s bio dad / adoptive dad / guardian (whatever strikes your fancy) and they are loaded. I imagine them being some sort of security or involved in law (protecting the little guy etc. etc.)

- the parents of the person he is set to marry don’t like dunk because he’s big, clumsy, a little slow, and probably too endearing for victorian-esque era england

- his betrothed doesn’t hate him per say, but doesn’t really like him either. but I feel like dunk would probably rationalize the marriage as a way to help someone in need despite the marriage just preventing an already rich family from becoming less rich

- he messes up the rehearsal, finds himself in the forest, recites his vows, then slips a ring onto a branch (aerion’s finger)

- aerion rises from the grave, dunk freaks the fuck out until he realizes that aerion isn’t planning on hurting him (for now, because we all know how aerion is)

- they go to the underworld, dunk tries to leave just because he wants to make sure everyone in his life is okay (he means well but he’s still a little dumb)

- aerion takes this as dunk trying to leave him for someone else. aerion is DISTRAUGHT and the only way to cheer him up is by listening to a little spider (or lizard) and a worm that lives in his skull sing a little reassuring song to him

(i like to imagine his little companions being the ones that validate his less than ideal behavior; possessiveness, cruelty, rashness, etc. / not to say that he’s being egged on by them, but they aren’t exactly helping him keep his ego in check)

- dunk returns after aerion all but drags him back. I also like to imagine aerion not being forthcoming (at all) about his thoughts & emotions, and leaving dunk to figure out what he did wrong (toxic i know)

- dunk eventually apologizes for the misunderstanding and they both fall deeper in love. they go to the surface together to make sure arlan is ok, and for aerion to get revenge on whoever convinced him to drink wildfire (and probably kill dunk’s betrothed without dunk noticing)

- confrontations, murder, reunions, marriage, then a happily ever after in the underworld :3

(p.s. i really hope you have seen corpse bride because i NEED someone to see the vision, also give me more abo dunkaerion pls & ty)

I’m assuming this is also ABO 😏

anyway—

THIS IS AMAZING

THANK YOU FOR THIS IDEA

NOW IT HAS TAKEN ROOT

The voices in Aaerion’s head like—like—like hihihi maybe they’re like the voices in Kronk’ head (Emperor’s New Groove) and they’re like three delusional bitches telling each other “EXACTLYYYY” because it’s all through Aerion’s perspective (and maybe they’re not actually real, or maybe they are, or maybe they represent Aerion clinging to grudges and to his past life or—)

Dunk’s betrothed literally wants nothing to do with this. She’s like— Sir, go live with your dead boyfriend underground or whatever, I’m good.

Dunk feels guilt. A lot of guilt. He owes Ser Arlan his life. He took him in when Dunk was little, gave him everything a little boy could want for. And little boys don’t need money or goods or alliances. They just need someone who can give a tight hug— a hug tight enough to make Dunk’s eyes blur with the intensity of it, to make Dunk feel like everything is good and safe, like the world is a big enough place for all dreams, even Dunk’s.

Dunk has only ever dreamed of happiness.

And his happiness used to represent Ser Arlan’s smile at breakfast and his tough words while training and his gentle pats on the back when Dunk finally got it right.

So if this was going to make Ser Arlan happy, then Dunk would do it. He would get married to this beautiful lady with sad, scrutinizing eyes. And he would bow his head to the lady’s parents as they seize him up and see him unfit, but deem it necessary for them to ‘suffer’ through such unfortunate means in order to keep afloat.

But Dunk’s view of happiness changes. It does not come to exclude Ser Arlan. Instead, it expands to make space for… for the strangest man Dunk has ever met. And this man cannot be any older than Dunk, and he will eternally be this way. For Dunk’s heart starts beating strangely for this dead soul who was wronged. So wronged that it cannot pass on.

And Dunk doesn’t like Aerion at first, not because he doesn’t like Aerion himself, but because he now stands between Dunk and his purpose.

And then that purpose also changes. It changes to also include learning about Aerion and listening to his crude words and laughing at his weird jokes. And hurting at the glimpses into something far more terrifying than the dead world underground.

Apparently they are married now. Dunk doesn’t understand it. That ring was real, yes, but Dunk cannot, for the life of him, imagine how it could come to this.

Not even in his nightmares, not in even in fevered dreams, with sweats so profuse and thoughts so delirious that the mind made monsters of shadows, could Dunk have imagined an undead bride coming for his life.

(“No, you don’t get it, you oaf.” The bride points his bony finger at him. He does not raise his voice, a steadiness to it, unquestionable and immovable. He does not need to raise his voice. Dunk feels fear trickle down his spine all the same. “We are married. I don’t make the rules.”

“Why a-are we?” Dunk feels shame at the way his voice trembles. Sir Arlan repeatedly emphasized that one’s voice should always be steady.

“Do not question me. Or are you as dim as you look?”

Well he did mess up the supposedly simple act of talking and then placing a metal band onto a lady’s finger.)

I do wonder who the person that killed Aerion is. Would they be relevant to the plot? Or just another evil in a series of evils? A person who does not deserve enough attention to be properly named and entertained?

Regardless, Aerion will get his freedom. But for that to happen, he must first let go. He must see beyond resentment. He must stop listening to the voices in his mind enabling that rage further. And he must learn to see more than the supposed curse engrained in his bones. For he had never wanted to be undead. He had only ever wanted to be… loved. Though love is not a word he would use.

He’d left his father. He’d left his brothers and sisters. Aerion had caused them enough trouble anyway. What use would they have had for him? Only scoffs and cruel words, Aerion had spared. That is how Aerion is. He will thrash and bite and gnaw. He does not know how to love another way. Or he is simply undeserving and unlovable, and so will act like he never wanted any of it to begin with.

And when he starts to spew? He will spew and spew and spew. And he will dig himself further and further into a hole of his own doing. And he will not ask for help. Instead he will deny it. He will curse it.

He has been his own undoing.

How could he trust that he could be loved? Truly and undeniably? What a fool. What a fool he had been.

Aerion is dead. And he will always be dead. Because his heart was squeezed dry for the only thing it had ever been worth: his father’s wealth — in death and in life (all the endless toys and then trinkets and then jewels, all meant to placate him, all useless and rotten; Aerion almost wonders what happened to them, if they were given to his brothers or to his sisters or left in his room to take cover in the dull dust).

“I’m sorry.”

Aerion’s eyes narrow. “Excuse me?”

Dunk swallows around his dry mouth, around the ugly thing in his throat. “You didn’t deserve that. Nobody does. I’m sorry.”

Aerion freezes. “Don’t be a fool, you tree. I asked for it. I put myself there. Do not find excuses for me. I have no need for your pity.” He spits the word as if it were poison.

Dunk only shakes his head, fire in his gut. “No. No. You were wronged. It wasn’t fair.”

Aerion looks down at his dress. “Seemed fair to me.”

“Do not say that. Aerion, you can’t possibly believe that!”

“And if I do? Do not fool yourself into thinking you are permitted to tell freely what you think! Go back to your—your bride! Since you clearly hate me so! You cannot even take responsibility for marrying me!”

Dunk feels that fire in his gut dimming. Even as slow as he has always been told he is, Dunk can realize that Aerion, behind his mean words, does not wish for him to truly go. As if he has not made it obvious until now by dragging him around this mind boggling place.

“Aerion…”

Aerion stumbles over what to say. And then he doubles down. “No. Go away, you dimwit. Don’t you get it? Go. Away.” (And, really, what Aerion meant was ‘Please, don’t go. Please stay. I’ll keep digging and digging, but please stay’.)

I don’t know if this is what you had in mind, but I really like this idea 🤭✨✨✨✨ Some tweaks are needed for the world building, of course, and I feel like the corpse bride’s family does need to make an appearance for this one. Maekar is about to throw hands when he finds out what happened to his boy.

[babyjanedough]

Dunkaerion a/b/o gilmore girls au where aerion is disinherited by the family after having a baby at 16 and Dunk is the local running a dinner in what used to be ser arland’s hardware store after he passed!!!

[ho-mad]

Only through a self that is not, for a man who is not, and in a world that is not, may true love ever find its consummation

[justanotheraeg]

Dunkaerion moment!!

So Aerion has always been an alpha, always saw himself as an alpha, better than his older brother (though in his mind he still, paradoxically, believes that no one can truly be better than Daeron, it’s complicated, pride is complicated)

And so he gets mad and he throws tantrums and he does what he does and gets in trouble.

Indeed, Aerion makes Maekar’s days all the more interesting.

The thing is, obviously no one expected it to happen. Who meets their fated pair so casually? There was nothing casual about it, of course. Aerion was breaking some girl’s fingers.

And then he was getting the shit beaten out of him, some huge fucking guy pinning him to the ground and making Aerion’s alpha instincts flare in displeasure at the fact that he was the one being pinned.

By the time the two of them realized what the fuck was happening, it was already too late.

They were fucking right there, on the ground, guards awkwardly shuffling to the side, Tanselle crying because Bitch, what the fuck—

But Aerion and Dunk don’t seem to give a shit.

In the written history of House Targaryen, there have been mated pairs consisting of only alphas. To be brought forward is the example of Rhaenyra and Daemon, niece and uncle respectively. To go back to a beginning, one might also mention the three headed dragon, but things had been much complicated then and no fate had been involved.

As for public bondings, they are not unheard of either, though much rarer.

The case of Aerion Targaryen and Duncan the Tall follows the pattern. An unexplainable pull, one that manifests differently for every fated pair, but one that inevitably ends in a bonding.

It’s dirty and all-consuming, and Aerion is crying, silvery tears down his reddened cheeks because it hurts. It hurts so much. His body was not meant to take this. It was not meant to receive another alpha. And yet— and yet it feels like everything that has ever been missing was all for naught, and he doesn’t feel empty anymore, he doesn’t feel alone he doesn’t, he doesn’t— It feels good.

It hurts and it feels immensely good.

There is blood and Aerion’s hole is torn and Dunk whimpers because he is confused as to why he cannot stop. And he is hurting his… his mate.

It’s frantic like a need, like an incessant crave to have, to own, to gnaw, to fill—

By the end of it they have matching bite marks over their mating glands, and Aerion is unconscious because the strain was too much. Dunk sees double, he is dizzy with the exertion, with the scent of his fated pair, with the smell of blood and the unquestionable truth that he—he had— oh Gods, he had raped his mate.

Because the universe decided they were fated.

Dunk is terrified of himself — horrified of what he had done. And he pulls at Aerion’s body, pulls the unconscious man to his chest, the man that he had so hated an infinite time ago. He caresses the other alpha’s light hair. Tears pool in his eyes, his breath frantic because his mate won’t wake up.

The guards don’t even have to fight Dunk. He is no longer a feral, uncontrollable beast. No longer that thing he swore he hated about the alphas he’d seen all throughout his life. Instead he does not need convincing to let Aerion go, numb, like there is an overwhelming something separating Dunk from the world. His instincts try to rise, try to fight against the men taking away his mate, but Dunk pushes them down, the guilt and the disgust at himself push his instincts down.

[justanotheraeg]

Ok so Valarr gets Aerion pregnant (Valarr swears up and down that it was an accident he was being careful and he looks half devastated half something else, something warmer, Aerion just shrugs and smirks and everyone chucks it up to the mischievous hormonal omega and all)

Maekar almost has a stroke

Baelor sighs, pats his son on the back (Maekar glares at Baelor because bitch do not be encouraging this is Bad)

Aerion eats his nuts and then he throws up and gets all upset about it, distressed omega scent in the air, getting the alphas in the room worked up about how to fix it— so the argument dies down for a moment.

And it doesn’t really get picked up again. Only in small moments, privately, between an upset Maekar who cannot seem to get the negative reaction he is expecting from his son —who is an omega, defiled and whelped, no sign of child yet but the maester said it was undeniable. Aerion just seems content instead, like nothing could ever be wrong with the world.

Valarr and Aerion get married in spring.

The festivities weigh heavily on the unbreakable bond and love and the usual, to enforce the bloodline, to whatever will make Maekar swallow this more easily.

Baelor is just happy that he’s going to be a grandpa! (“Can you believe it, brother? A grandfather. I’ve never been a grandfather.“ “Yes, Baelor, unkindly fuck off.”)

By the time little Maegor is born, Maekar is positively charmed by the child and there is nothing anyone can do that will ever change that.

And then, not even two months after the birth, surprise surpise! Valarr bashfully tells his father over breakfast that Aerion is with child again!

Baelor sweats a bit. Ok, son — You should probably let Aerion rest, do not strain him.

Valarr lowers his head. Yes, father. He smiles to himself.

And, listen, it’s not like Valarr is the one pinning Aerion and having his way with him at every hour of the day! Valarr is a victim! He won’t say that to his father, but he internally shakes his head.

They have seven or eight kids and Maekar is like— when I said I wanted a big family… anyway, this family is problematic enough— and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Aerion is a good mother. There is nobody who can, now, deny that. Even though people had been at the very least scared for Maegor’s fate, at first. Cruelty, as it may, might not be as one dimensional as it is deemed. Aerion would die for his children. He would also kill, maul, disfigure for them. The cruelty has been redirected towards keeping his family safe. And Valarr has never known he truly wanted to be a father. It seemed like something that had to be done, for duty, as his father’s undeniable heir. It was never something truly certain, however much it had been expected. Now Valarr cannot imagine a world without his children.

Aerion he was always going to have, one way or another.