oh drunken gods of slaughter

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[labyrinthiancrossroads]

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[truestarshine]

Happy davron anniversary!

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To celebrate this 2026 davron anniversary, I wanted to share some of my all-time favorite fan made edits, fics and art! If you check them out, please take a moment to leave a comment or like/kudos for these amazing fandom creators <3

FICS on Ao3 ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ♡ ⋆ ˚｡⋆

On-going ✪ | Completed 𖤓

♡ ︎Always an Angel, Never a God by @khaleesied (10k) Explicit. 𖤓

There’s something in Blackwood’s gaze beyond the smugness. To consider it teasing implies a camaraderie that doesn’t exist between them. Any fondness they’ve ever held for each other, any kind regard, was burnt out years ago. Davos made sure of that. Aeron searches his eyes, staring deeper than he’s ever had leave to.

“You jest,” he says, incredulous. “About this?”

“I wonder what your uncle would say?”

It’s a marvel Aeron doesn’t reach across the table to strangle him. He ought to.

♡ ︎Black Gold by Corydoras (64k) Mature. ✪

Soon after their squabble by the river, Davos is captured by Aeron while trespassing the border and he's subsequently brought as prisoner to Stone Hedge . This unlocks a sequence of events that gradually bring the two young men closer together, the distinction between friend and foe becoming blurred as they make their own stand in a civil war that turns beloved ones against one another and enemies into lovers.

♡ ︎Good Masters and Sweet Ladies by Schmorp (33k) Mature. 𖤓

“Are you finished?” he asks and Aeron is at his breaking point.

Aeron screams at him, savage and deep from the chest. Instead of hitting him again though, he finally draws his dagger and goes running, shoulder crashing into the other boy, knocking them both to the floor.

“You bastard, I'll fucking kill you,” Aeron cries, full of anguish,sitting on Davos’ chest, his dagger is clutched in both hands high above their heads, ready to drive it down into the Blackwood's throat.

“You're so beautiful,” Davos says, reverently, still unmoving, ready to let Aeron end him.

Or

Davos and Aeron run away from a Tournament together.

♡ ︎I See Nothing Wrong With That by artemis_red (35k) Explicit. 𖤓

A young Bracken squire goes missing in the Whispering Woods, and Davos Blackwood is accused of the crime. To clear the Blackwood name, he must go on a quest with ser Aeron Bracken to find the boy, deep in the darkest part of the forest.

Unbeknownst to their families, this is not their first patrol together. Unbeknownst to them, something lurks between the shadows of the trees, and if they are not careful, it may be their last.

♡ ︎i would find you in every lifetime by tearsandholdme (99k) Explicit. 𖤓

Davos has been having dreams, dreams of a battle of fire, blood, death, pain, and losing someone incredibly important.

Aeron has recently moved in with his uncle, started a brand new high school, and there's a guy who won't stop staring at him.

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Or, Aeron and Davos are reincarnated and the fates have decided these two soulmates will find each other in all lifetime's.

♡ Patience and Virtue by Schmorp (38k) Mature. 𖤓

Davos and Aeron are both NYC trust fund babies and they are definitely NOT dating.

♡ Stones Wept by ChaBoiLetje @stabbythespaceroomba (17k) Explicit. ✪

Caught by his cousin, Aeron has to leave his lover and his home under a farce that leads to a funeral.

Davos, the left behind lover, refuses to believe Aeron is dead. Convinced that the signs all point north, Davos will find Aeron.

"I sang a song/so beautiful/stones wept and they let me in/And I can sing us home again" - Hadestown

FAN ARTS . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.

⟡ [☆] by @capitanpoops

⟡ [☆] by @pulksten-blog

⟡ [☆] by orchielle

⟡ [☆] by lopata four for rafaelizuru

⟡ [☆] [☆] by @littlemarse

⟡ [☆] [☆] [☆] by kumatokkii

⟡ [☆] [☆] [☆] by darxarts

⟡ [☆] [☆] [☆] [☆] by nesseyrie

⟡ [☆] [☆] [☆] [☆] [☆] by @alicekali

⟡ [☆] [☆] [☆] [☆] [☆] by aktual22

⟡ [☆] [☆] [☆] [☆] [☆] by @mgp1e

EDITS ♫ ⋆｡ ♪ ₊˚♬ﾟ.

° [★] [★] [★] by @hellshee

° [★] by @freetobeafcknriot

° [★] by doveplumes

° [★] by hotdeditsz

° [★] by prince_targaryen

GIFS, MOODBOARDS, PHOTOEDITS⭒*✮:ﾟ*

✦ [✮] [✮] [✮] [✮] [✮] by @hellshee

✦ [✮] [✮] [✮] [✮] by @nightvortaex

✦ [✮] [✮] by @labyrinthiancrossroads

✦ [✮] [✮] by @xlittlefiend

✦ [✮] by @blueberrypancakesworld

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[birdyqueeen]

Baran had been thinkin about it since she caught Dr. Abbot and Dr. Mohan in the supply closet that morning.

Thoughts that raised valid institutional concerns.

She found Trinity at the end of the north hallway and planted herself squarely in the woman's path.

"Can I ask you something?"

Trinity stopped. Tilted her head. "You're already asking."

"Why," Baran said, "is every attending in this department sleeping with a resident?"

Trinity looked delighted, like she found this extremely entertaining.

"Robby and Whitaker," Baran continued, because she had prepared points and she was going to make them. "Ellis and King. Abbot and Mohan. That's not a pattern, that's a—"

"Epidemic?" Trinity offered.

"I was going to say problem."

Trinity smiled. She took exactly one step closer, which was one step more than was strictly necessary.

"Why, do you want one for yourself, Dr. Al-Hashimi?"

Baran's prepared remarks evaporated completely.

"That's—" she started. "This is not—" she tried again. "I came here to raise a legitimate—"

Trinity was still smiling, watching her go absolutely nowhere with obvious pleasure.

Baran turned around and left. Walking in a direction she chose entirely based on it being away.

"My door's always open, boss," Trinity called after her.

It didn't sound professional at all.

[ao3commentoftheday]

I'm not saying you'll always find what you're looking for on ao3, but I am saying it's always worth checking just to see

[ao3commentoftheday]

this post was inspired by finding fic for a 1976 prog rock sci-fi album

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[milfalhashimi]

HEAR ME OUTT transfem cassie fucking victoria in her stockings WHAT DO WE SAYYY

YESSS GODDDD !!!

vic would look sooooo good in pink thigh high stockings and cute little panties with a bow on the front

cassie tries so hard to concentrate on the film vic picked out for them but it’s impossible when her cock is straining against her boxers and she can’t stop stealing glances at vic’s legs. her bush peeks out around the sides of her panties and it’s driving cassie crazy

it’s all over when vic leans back against the armrest and throws her legs over cassie’s lap. any self restraint she may have had flies out the window when vic’s thigh bumps off her hard cock. she stifles a groan and chews at the dry skin on her lips

got something in your pocket, cass?

cassie slaps her lightly on the thigh and vic just giggles in response like a little school girl. cassie keeps her hand there and brushes her fingers over the soft material of the stockings before taking vic’s thigh in her hand and squeezing

you really are something else, baby. most people would wear sweats while watching a movie, but not you, huh?

i’m not most people

vic sits up a little bit, showing off her collarbones and her hard nipples poking through the flimsy fabric of her tank top. the hem of the tank top has ridden up a bit too, giving cassie a good eyeful of the line of dark hair that starts at vic’s bellybutton and disappears under the waistband of her panties

cassie is so turned on that her cock aches and she has to look away for a moment to try and gather her bearings. she’s so pent up that she might come from another brush of vic’s legs over her cock

no. you really aren’t. god, when did you even get these? cassie runs her hand up and down the length of vic’s calf

last week. i saw them online and thought you might like them. do you? she bats her lashes and flashes cassie an evil little smile

do you even need to ask me that? you can feel how much i like them

vic lies back down and spreads her legs and cassie can make out the shape of her pussy and her swollen little clit beneath the fabric. she thinks that vic might be wet too but the lighting is too dim for her to see it properly

why don’t you show me just how much you like them?

cassie shuffles them both a bit and kneels in between vic’s legs. she rests the palms of her hands just underneath vic’s knees and keeps them there

you’re acting very brave today

vic hums in response and fists cassie’s t-shirt, slightly tugging her forward. she runs her hands up and over vic’s knees and settles them just shy of where the stockings end. cassie always likes it when vic treats her like this and she wishes that she did it more often

well, it’s difficult not to feel confident or brave or whatever, when i can literally see how hard i’m making you vic tugs her forward again and leans forward to place a wet kiss to the corner of cassie’s mouth are you already leaking? i bet you’ve been throbbing since i walked out like this

cassie wishes she could deny it, but vic is right. her neglected cock has been screaming for attention for a while now, throbbing and twitching and pulsing with need

such a dirty fucking mouth, baby. did i say that you could speak like that? cassie grips her by the chin and vic lets out a little whine when she digs her fingers in

vic softens, using those big beautiful doe eyes against cassie sorry, mommy. i thought you’d like it

cassie loosens her grip and rubs vic’s cheek i do. just— god, you’re killing me here, baby

vic slips her hands under cassie’s shirt and lightly scratches her nails along cassie’s stomach. she falls forward and rests her head on vic’s shoulder. it’s all just so much

can i take your boxers off, cass? please? i can see how much you need me

cassie nods yeah, okay. fuck— i’m pretty, uh, sensitive right now— not sure how long i’ll last

oh my god, that’s so fucking hot vic pulls cassie’s shorts and boxers off in one go and helps her get out of them

cassie hisses when the cool air hits her cock and she takes in a deep breath when she settles back onto her knees in front of vic

cassie was so caught up with trying not to blow her load that she didn’t even notice vic taking off her own panties and the sight that greets her makes a fresh bead of pre-come leak from her tip

vic is wet. slick is gathered at her entrance, her folds are puffy and spread apart, and her cute little clit is all swollen and begging for cassie to play with it

you look so pretty, baby cassie hooks a hand under vic’s thigh and pushes it toward her chest. she tips her head slightly and vic takes over, pulling her leg up even higher i can’t believe it’s all for me

cassie can see her greedy hole as she’s stretched out like this and it makes her feel all dizzy and hot. she runs the pads of her fingers up the length of vic’s drooling pussy and spreads her slick around

vic jerks her hips and whines, high and airy i want your cock, mommy. please fuck me, please

but i haven’t even stretched you out yet, honey

i don’t need it. i really don’t. please just put your cock inside me

what did she do to deserve this girl? cassie will never understand

she does as she’s told and grips her cock by the base to line it up with vic’s needy cunt. when the tip slides in, they both groan and cassie reaches a hand out to grab at vic’s thigh. the fucking stockings and vic’s warm cunt are killing her

she goes slowly, letting vic get used to the weight and thickness of her, and struggles not to come as vic’s walls clench and pulse around her cock

ahhh— so good, mommy, fuck. i’m so full. want your come in me too. want to see it leak out of my pussy—

cassie is ashamed to admit that she lasts exactly three thrusts before bottoming out and flooding vic’s cunt with her release

[paperplateprose]

writing challenge!

open up your document and put words in it

[erraticprocrastinator]

Not sure about anyone else but I re-read all my favourite AO3 comments when I’ve had a rough day so if you’ve ever taken the time to write a deep, funny, or just kind comment, thank-you.

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[autumn-eve]

dennis and trinity enter a marriage of convenience for the legal benefits bc being each other’s emergency contact isn’t enough sometimes and also for the tax benefits

they keep their last names and don’t tell anybody about it and at some point they forget that they’re even married

they realize the downside of this plan bc both of them are falling for their much older attendings (robby and baran) and don’t feel like they can pursue them in good conscience while legally married

dennis and trinity have spent long nights lamenting about robby and baran respectively and know that they’re too down bad for it to just be a crush

one day trinity walks up to dennis with a large folder and, in a not so subtle manner, abruptly says “hey huck, i think we should get divorced. I already found a lawyer and here’s some paperwork. we can fill it out in the break room”

everyone stops what they’re doing immediately.

no one had any idea that santos and whitaker were married, let alone that their marriage was apparently falling apart to the point where she would publicly declare divorce.

they all stop and watch whitaker to see how he’ll react, expecting him to act shocked or hurt.

instead he just looks up from his computer and says, “yeah one sec. let me finish up this chart and i’ll meet you in there”

santos nods and ruffles his hair before heading toward the break room. she doesn’t notice the way everyone is staring at them.

[chanabunny]

Dennis who needs to pray on his knees at night for comfort but doesn’t want to pray to god anymore so he just gets between Robby’s legs and recites the prayers to him ??? PLS??

Sweet anon if you wanted this to be a little less fucked up and explicit please message me and I'll do this over for ya.

However... I am deeply rotted inside and I could not resist creating my very own little sexy horrorshow out of this.

CW: BIG dead dove do not eat: very intense sacrilege/blasphemy, slightly mean/condescending but mostly soft Dom Robby, corruption kink, daddy kink. A deeply fucked up but loving dynamic lmao.

Dennis yawns. Again. The book in his hands folds forward onto his chest as his eyes slowly close in drowsiness.

"Okay," Robby rubs his hand up and down Dennis's calf. His feet had been resting in Robby's lap. He shakes his head a little and perks up. "Time for bed, honey."

"Yeah," Dennis ducks his head. "Think I was dozing off a little."

"No kidding. Let's go," Robby unceremoniously evicts Dennis's legs from his lap and the rest of him follows, standing up from the couch and shuffling into the bathroom for his nightly routine.

Once their faces are washed and teeth brushed, Robby sits down on the edge of the bed. He turns on the small lamp on the bedside table, removes his glasses, puts a pillow on the floor between his feet, and waits.

Dennis comes into the bedroom and freezes when he sees Robby. He flushes deeply, expression shifting between recognition, embarrassment, and excitement.

"C'mere," Robby rasps, honeyed and low. Dennis slowly approaches him, almost like he can't believe what's happening. He swallows hard as Robby takes hold of his hand when he gets close enough and pulls him even closer. "You know what to do, baby."

Dennis sinks to his knees.

"There you are," Robby coos down at him. "Good boy. Go ahead."

Dennis sits forward on his knees, leaning his cheek against Robby's thigh, the gesture tender and vulnerable. A fucked-up, delicious twist of arousal curls through Robby's stomach. Dennis's eyes flutter closed and he takes a shaky breath.

"Our father who art in heaven," he begins. Robby threads his fingers into Dennis's curls, soothing him. "Hallowed be thy name."

Robby is becoming rather sharply aware that there's far less of a line than he'd thought between forgive me father I have sinned and sorry daddy I've been naughty. And Dennis had asked for this. He'd fidgeted and picked at his cuticles until Robby had kissed it out of him, face buried in the curve of Robby's neck, unable to look him in the eye. In a kinky little mirror of the traditional confessional, he'd told Robby he'd been having trouble sleeping.

It turned his stomach to pray to a god who his parents had used to keep him docile in the face of abuse, but the ritual of prayer had become such an integral part of his life that it was keeping him up at night. Since he couldn't empty his mind and trust that God had a plan for him, that easy peace eluded him. He worried now in a way he didn't used to. Then, he'd taken a pause and offered up the most incredible, fucked-up, beautiful display of trust Robby might have ever experienced. Can I pray to you? His beautiful boy had asked. Can you take me out of my head when I do?

And who was Robby to say no?

"Thy kingdom come, thy will be done." Dennis sags forward a little, the side of his forehead sliding down against Robby's thigh. His cheek is ever so gently pressed to Robby's cock. "On Earth as it is in heaven." Dennis deepens that press and Robby wonders if this isn't a nice little slice of heaven just for him.

"Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses." Dennis moves his face back and forth, making Robby even harder under the pressure. Robby huffs a quiet laugh and scratches just a little with the hand in his hair, making Dennis breathe in sharply.

"As we forgive those who trespass against us."

Robby grips at his hair more firmly just to hear him make one of those quiet little noises he loves so much.

"And lead us not into temptation," Robby presses his cock into Dennis's cheek firmly, emphasizing temptation with a roll of his hips. "But deliver us from evil."

"Almost done," Robby croons.

"Ffuh- for thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory. Forever and ever, amennnmmmh," Dennis slurs, mouth ending the word pressed to Robby's erection through his boxers. Robby pulls him back by his hair - not just yet.

"Uh-uh, baby. First, do you have anything you want to confess?"

"Need you," Dennis moans softly.

"What was that, sweetheart? Couldn't hear you."

"Need you, Daddy!" Dennis pulls against Robby's hands in his hair.

"I know you do. I know, baby. Good job using your words. Daddy will take care of that." He pulls the waistband of his boxers down, pushing them down his thighs. Dennis takes them the rest of the way off. "Good boy. Ready for your communion?"

[writingdose]

[fellshish]

when you write fanfic you touch as many lives as traditionally published authors btw. sometimes many many more and in much more meaningful ways. in case you need to hear it today

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[nightmarist]

A COMINT !!

[bambistjames]

non-writers will never understand the mental illness of writing an entire conversation in your head while doing dishes and then forgetting every word the second you open a blank doc

[ibajo256]