#dreameranvil

[itsacoffeemug]

Maekar sitting next to Daeron's bed after the maesters stitch his cheek and ear and just watching him sleep in silence

Daeron is so still. Sleeping without a sound, without whimpers or quiet sobs or terrified mumbles. Maekar had asked the maester go give him something for the pain of his injuries, it seems to be working to soothe his ever aching soul as well. At least for a moment

He reaches out and slowly traces the red, angry looking scar on Daeron's cheek

He feels... a grieving sort of sadness in his chest at the sight of it

His oldest son, the mirror image of his beloved wife; ruined

Dyanna had no scars on her face or anywhere visible. Before this cursed day, neither did Daeron

Now half of his ear is gone, and his face has been marked permanently. What a terribly big scar it is as well

Maekar hates the sight of it

He loves the face of his boy, the face of her, but he hates the scar

[obosssania]

Firstborn son, first dead son

(It'll be fine, he'll nurse him back to health, trust me)

[anankelee]

a thought: dreameranvil where Daeron presents at around fourteen/fifteen and it turns out his fated mate is his father. That would be awkward anyway—without the added fact that Dyanna is still alive.

Now, the policy about being married to someone and finding your fated mate is that the marriage is annulled immediately (any children born from said marriage are still considered fully legitimate, it’s just considered blasphemy to be married to someone when the Gods have declared someone else to be your fated).

Maekar is astounded to have his fated mate be his eldest son, but he rolls with the punches and goes through the steps to have his marriage annulled, because it would be an insult to Daeron and Dyanna both to let the marriage stand as is. He loves Dyanna—they have five children together, they’ve been married since they were young, and there will likely always be affection there—but he also can’t deny how being around Daeron feels right in a way nothing else ever has. The world makes sense in a way it did not before—especially Daeron. The omega’s unmarked skin and soft form—which he despaired over merely months before, for what sort of heir of his could have pristine skin like a babe and no muscle at all—had become something correct, something that he understood. Of course Daeron had fragile skin and soft curves—he was meant to be a kept thing, carefully handled and cared for, adored and kept safe while his belly swelled with child. That was his purpose, not to be the alpha heir Maekar had always wanted—and Maekar should have known, truly. How could his sweet son, with his wheat curls and teary plum eyes, with his soft lips and delicate hands, with his gentle heart and fits of weeping, ever be anything but something to be protected? He did not know what he had been thinking—and he would spend the rest of the omega’s life making up for it, giving him whatever he desired.

Daeron, meanwhile, is over the moon. His father no longer seems disappointed that he doesn’t want to go out into the training yard and learn to fight—in fact, Maekar had pulled him aside and told him he no longer needed to learn at all if he didn’t wish, because his presentation shows he's clearly meant for other things. Daeron quickly learns from servant gossip that said other things are being a good future wife and eventually giving his sire many more children. He is not upset at the prospect—being able to stay at home with his father and siblings for the rest of his life, cosseted away and doted on while having babies of his own to care for doesn’t sound bad at all. He’s not even upset at the thought of his future alpha being his father—ever since his presentation, there’s been a warmth in his lower belly every time Maekar so much as looks at him. He watches his father train from the sidelines, sitting under a pretty parasol his father had made for him, and he squirms in his chair at the lines of the alpha’s forearms barred by his rolled up sleeves, at the sweat trickling down his neck into the collar of his shirt, at the keen focus of those violet eyes as he takes his opponent apart. He feels the warm wetness between his thighs, an always-present feeling since the day he left his rooms after his presentation and was met with his father waiting for him. He thinks of the dreams he has been having lately—gentle, warm things, so different from the fire and ash of before—of babes with his sandy curls and his father’s serious violet eyes, of a house whole and welcoming, of strong hands around his waist, and thinks no, he won’t mind being mated to his father at all.

Dyanna, meanwhile, is much less accepting of this situation. She has gone from Dyanna Dayne, the Lady of Summerhall, the wife of the Anvil—to merely Lady Dyanna Dayne of Starfall once more. Fifteen years and five children—and she now has nothing to show for it. She’s angry at the world, truly. She’s angry at Maekar, who seems content to act as if things have always been this way, as if they had always been merely friends instead of husband and wife. She’s angry at her children, who go about their days as if nothing is wrong, who go to Daeron with their worries and their scrapes and their laughter—as if he is their mother instead of her. She is angry at Daeron, perhaps most of all. Here is her first born, the babe she once held to her breast and nursed herself—and he thinks to steal what is hers? To make himself at home with her husband and her children, to crawl into her marriage bed and pretend as if it was always his and his alone? No, she will not stand for it.

[ink-v-ao3]

Here are prompts for a AKOTSK centered kinktober.

Here the collection on AO3

Prompts in text under the cut:

1 Collars - Drunk sex – Formal wear

2 Dom/Sub - Medical kink – Kissing

3 Public Sex - 69 – Somnophilia

4 Handjobs - Mind control – Intercrural Sex

5 Watersports - Rough Sex – Humiliation

6 Fingering – Vaginal Sex - Oviposition

7 Sleepy sex - Plugs – Bestiality

8 Scars - Blind Folds – Fucking machine

9 Puppy Play - Foot Job - Kneeling

10 Oral Sex - Studding/Bitching – Roleplay

11 Dry Humping - Facials – Drugged sex

12 Voyeurism - Scent Kink – Consensual non-consent (CNC)

13 Hurt/Comfort - Feminization – Monsterfucking

14 Hand Feeding - Dirty Talk - Overstimulation

15 Breathplay - Creampie – Double penetration

16 Sensory Deprivation - Knotting – Temperature Play

17 Chastity - Body Hair – Fisting

18 Coming in pants - Omegaverse – Stuck in Wall

19 Orgasm control - Safe Sex – Object Insertion

20 Sweat - Breeding – Erectile dysfunction

21 Corsets - Pillory – Almost got caught

22 Bondage - Enema – Maturbation

23 Daddy Kink - Piercings – Tentacles

24 Spanking - Sex Pollen – Infidelity

25 Bathing/Washing - Anal Sex – Boot licking

26 Lingerie - Cock warming – Body worship

27 Sex in the water - Sounding – Squirting

28 Toys - Gang bang – Soft Sex

29 Virginity - X made them do it – Glory hole

30 Crossdressing - Cuddling – Mirror Sex

31 Sex against a wall - In Heat/Rut – Forced orgasm

[airotabee]

[horsemotifs]

maekar wouldnt have to worry about daeron not living up to the standards of the male heir/eldest son if he simply considered forcefemming

[angelicfishiess]

dunkmaekar on the mind. especially dunkdaeron flavored .......... thinking thinking dunk getting married to daeron as some sort of a fucked up curse/apology (more of a curse but the fourthborn son guilt creeps in everywhere) from maekar. maekar watching as dunk tries his best to take care of daeron's drunk and sleep deprived ass and deciding he actually has to get that cookie. if only in honor of his brother who wanted that cookie too. mother in law maekar and dunk .... mm 🥴 its not really cheating if your husband is in the cuck chair watching as you call his mother mommy right riiiight (and then he gets fucked by maekar right after too)

[katiecat446]

imagined the most degenerate dreameranvil/daeronmaekar scenario this morning but I have no idea who to share it with

edit: posted idea in comments