first post! so a dunkaerion thing, a/b/o, himbo alpha!dunk, feral omega!aerion, you know the drill
I have no idea what to add for like warnings so, I guess discussions of heats and illness and maybe pregnancy (mpreg) later?
likes, reblogs, and comments welcomed, yes yes
so aerion is a mess already, only when he has his heats, he's absolutely miserable. some might say insufferable, but really it's because his heats just make him sick, and he doesn't want to come off as weak, so he pushes through and trains and stays being obsessed with dragons even when he should be resting. his heat scent is just. gross. like an orchard of overripe, slightly rotting fruit that's also rotting the grass under it, stagnant pools of water choked with pond scum, old oil and decaying leather.
he probably wields it as a weapon, his scent in heat, and as much as he's not more violent during his heats, he's just turns that energy into being mean.
cutting down every unfortunate soul who's unlucky enough to be anywhere in his range of perception - even if he couldn't see someone, if he heard them he'd go hunting them down for sport. if he scented them, even. and he gets a very keen sense of smell when he's in heat.
the people in charge + maesters probably decided after those first few heats after a pattern was set in his teen years that it's best to just lock his mean little self up during his heats and have supplies sent to him. aerion's heat chambers are always kept well-stocked with fresh bedding, food that would keep well for that duration, oils, soaps, what have you. he's just gotta fend for himself for however long it lasts.
until something happens like... maybe something triggers his heat at the tourney events, which is bad bc there's just so many people around and it's not like his family can just toss him in a root cellar. it's not even supposed to be his time yet, it's far too soon on the heels of the last one.
and somehow along comes dunk. big alpha dunk, has to be a little stupid if he's asking about aerion and being all concerned and "wanting to help" and doesn't want to see aerion "in distress."
and there's not much to do when aerion snatches at dunk's wrist and hauls him off to his tent, spitting insults and poison and mean mean mean the whole way.
and somehow dunk has the patience of the seven and doesn't give aerion a good shaking, doesn't insult him back, just weathers the verbal abuse until aerion wears himself out and then starts throwing things.
and maddeningly, dunk just dodges them. not even showing that it's all that hard to do, just. like tilts his head to let something go sailing by, or a step to the side, at least until dunk gets tired of that and just goes and wraps the feral little omega prince up in a full-body hold.
to say it's like trying to wrangle a sack of angry weasels would be putting it lightly.
biting, clawing, scratching, kicking, screeching when aerion can get a breath in between all his fighting, trying to overwhelm dunk with his scent.
and dunk just stays and keeps holding aerion, maybe adjusts a little when aerion's thrashing around threatens to break his own bones, but otherwise dunk is implacable, just mumbling soothing stuff the whole time like he's trying to calm a horse, not a dragon.
something about aerion finally just going limp and tired and dunk putting him gently on his bed to go look for food. and dunk being a little upset at there only being like bread and cheese and salt beef for an omega in heat.
maybe he asks for a hot meal for the prince, and when aerion with his heat-bright eyes and a snarl twisting his mouth goes to smack it out of his hands, dunk just holds it out of the way.
something about dunk wrapping himself around aerion and sitting down and handfeeding the prince bits of warm bread soaked in stew, then bits of meat, cooked vegetables. aerion's hissing and spitting venom still, but he's not spitting out the food or refusing it beyond trying to bite dunk.
something about when dunk goes to leave aerion alone in his tent for the night, aerion's scent ramps up from where it'd been calmer before. dunk catches the barest glint of violet eyes before aerion puts his back to dunk and tells him to go away and leave him alone.
sits down in the tent at the entrance, maybe had a stool or chair. stays there. all night.
and when dunk wakes up in the morning, he's got a sleeping omega curled up against his chest. still heat-warm, but he smells like an orchard with new-fallen fruit, a fresh pond, well-oiled leathers.
