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[katrinreit]

-The secret meeting-

[thecrowsteeth]

Edwin and Robin from The Last Binding series !

[akkasami]

If a dream is just a dream, and a dream is just a kiss Then tell me what it means, tell me what this is And if a touch is just a touch, then a touch just ain't enough Tell me what it means, tell me you're in love

i'm so in love with the tragedy and beauty of dunkdaeron, and i heard this song and instantly had to dedicate a piece to it.

inspired by the kiss sculpture by yves pires.

[cosmosnout]

Once Upon A Dream

[fanfenomenon]

"i dreamed of you" 👀

[fanfenomenon]

the best pillow 🤭

[sobashuu]

Mesmerized ⛓️🌧️

[tokillaking13]

[orangekit]

Just a silly little doodle! The quick watercolor came out so nice!

[neutralinos]

👀

[ladybuginc]

Modern AU. Maekar is exhausted and increasingly furious as yet another fencing tutor quits on Daeron. In their family, HEMA is a legacy. They trace their lineage back to storied knights, and the expectation to uphold that tradition sits heavy on every son. Except, as Egg bluntly puts it, Daeron is a shit knight.

He’s erratic, unreliable, and self-destructive - an alcoholic on top of his self-prescribed benzos, with a temper that flares hot and fast. He skips lessons, shows up late (if he shows up at all), and slips away from his tutors at every possible opportunity. Still, Maekar refuses to give up. Daeron shows little promise in anything else, and with Aerion flourishing as a fencer, Maekar grows all the more determined to make something of him. Desperate enough to scrape the very bottom of the barrel.

Enter Arlan Pennytree: cheap, unimpressive, and, crucially, willing. Maekar hires him with little expectation beyond basic persistence, relieved simply to have found someone who won’t immediately walk out. Arlan isn’t much of a fencer, not compared to the family’s standards, but he possesses something far rarer in Daeron’s life: patience. And somehow, inexplicably, he manages to steady the boy, to keep him focused in a way no one else, not even Maekar, ever has. What Maekar doesn’t realize is that Arlan isn’t the real reason Daeron stays.

That would be Dunk, Arlan’s adoptive son and assistant. Dunk takes a quiet liking to Daeron, and Daeron responds in kind. Between lessons, behind closed doors and out of sight, they steal moments neither of the older men would approve of. Dunk carries the weight of guilt for it. Daeron, as ever, does not.

[7-prvrsn]

Am I late to the yaoi potluck. Delusion be damned they always looking at eachother like they solving a puzzle and that's beautiful

[butchjolyne]

listen,

[aliasmard]

the best ship in akotsk fr

[thedailylifeofafailedvodkaaunt]

been thinking about what it is the draws me so much to Dunk and Daeron as a ship, and apart from them being very handsome, i think there is a gentleness at their cores that would resonate with each other. For example i think they are both united in their affection for Egg, both trying to take care of him to the best of their abilities though they're not necessarily equppied for it.

Also the angst aspect is so good, because i think these two would both believe themselves to be undeserving of the other.

Dunk is an orphan from Flee Bottom, he squired for a hedgeknight and might never even have been knighted himself. He's got no right to even come near a prince, so why would Daeron even deign to spend time with him?

Daeron on the other hand sees the honour and courage in Dunk. A true nobility that he knows he can't touch or he would only spoil it. Dunk is pure of heart and Daeron is a lost cause, how could Dunk ever come to look at him with even a modicum of respect?

[spunknbite]

Haven’t had a dream in a long time

Dunk/Daeron, explicit

Chapter 2/3

And at evenfall he told himself that tonight there would be no dreams; no solid weight of a body against his, no honeyed curls falling across his shoulders as a fine-featured frustration too fair for his own good pressed into him, face in the crook of his neck. Surely tonight Dunk won’t take that face in his hands, run a finger along the cleft of his chin, down his royal neck, kiss the eyelids sheltering those tortured eyes that Dunk couldn’t unsee, couldn’t forget as much as he entreated.

No appeal of may I? or like this? or please? No lissome thighs resting atop Dunk’s larger ones. No tell-tale sound of skin against skin. No intimacies that Dunk had never experienced anywhere outside of reveries, and his own voice, broken, Daeron, Daeron, Daeron.

Not tonight, surely not tonight. There must be reprieve from such a haunting.

*

Or, the one where that sot of a prince can sense other people's dreams, and this is truly inconvenient for a certain hedge knight.

Clicky Clicky

[orangekit]

Again, what another beautiful fic. Being fed in this tiny portion of the fandom. Gods bless.

[dictnlee]

I need them to kiss..or somn. After the fight, maybe?