Jaronxroden Stories

Jaron wants to spend a day with Roden in Benton. Roden overthinks about it. Can be or cannot be thought as Jaroden date fic.

I remained behind in the throne room, seated at the long table pretending to read a report I had already memorised. Across from me, Harlowe stayed seated, his gaze lingering somewhere beyond the high windows, where the light fell pale and winter-thin across the stone. After a moment, he murmured, almost to himself, "The day is near." I glanced up. "What day?" He smiled faintly, the sort of smile that carried memory rather than mirth. "Roden's birthday. It's next week." I stared at him. "His birthday?" The words surprised me as much as the thought. "Roden never told me."

(Basically Roden challenged Jaron and they both fall down during their fight. Fink comes in at the wrong moment and misinterprets the whole scenario.) "You're always busy. Fight me Jaron." I raised a brow. "You have an odd way of asking for companionship." A beat passed, then I sighed. "You truly wish to fight?" He grinned, "Afraid to lose?" I glared at him. "I never lose, Roden." I considered him for a moment. After another beat, I added. "Very well. Just, let me get my sword. But if I win, you will stop challenging me for at least a week."

Roden has been spending a lot of time with his old friend from the orphanage and avoiding Jaron. Jaron doesn't know why that is bothering him. He just didn't like this distance between them. "Do they seem only friends to you?" "What do you mean by that?" I briefly met his eyes before I shifted them back to Roden and John. "You know what I mean." Tobias turned his head toward Roden and John and after a beat he said, "Yes." He looked back at me again. "John is Roden's old friend. You know that. They are friends Jaron." "I know but don't you think Roden is spending far more time with him than with us, these days?" Tobias narrowed his eyes and studied me for a moment before he asked, "Jaron, could it be that you are just jealous?" (basically Jaron doesn't know he likes Roden and they are both idiots who can't confess because of which it culminated into an angsty fic)

Jaron plans to celebrate the 2 year anniversary of Roden being his captain by taking him on a ledge at night. Or rather to celebrate 2 years of when Roden swore his loyalty to his king and the king of the Avenian pirates, wherever he went. <3 This is a 2 year anniversary fic and hence the title.

Jaron wakes up at night after having a nightmare about his time in the Avenian camp and hears his own voices speaking to him. Roden walks in at the worst possible moment and later tries to talk with him.

After the Prozarians had left carthya Roden wonders if he ever loved Wilta. Was it only a crush? He didn't know whom he loved. In the end somehow he always returned to Jaron no matter how hard he had tried to do otherwise. Also he had been imagining Jaron in his head a lot more lately. Even when he wasn't here. He didn't know why. Jaron told him that the answer was right before him all the time. A fic based on the song The King by Conan Gray. You don't need to hear the song to read it. Lowkey fits Swoon june prompt: Crush for Wilta/Roden which was all that was I suppose. Actually Roden has a bigger crush on jaron. 🤭

A modern au oneshot where Jaron and Roden are high school students and get stuck in an elevator together once school was over.&lt;blockquote&gt; Panic rose in Roden's voice. "What happens? You can't get us both out of here?" I rolled my eyes toward him and threw out my hands. "Well, I am in the same boat as you are. If you want me to restart the elevator, I can't do that, Roden." "You can pick locks Jaron. Can't you do that to get us outside?" That made me sigh. "I can't do that. It's not as easy as you might think it is." I could pick locks but I had never picked the lock of an elevator before. I didn't know how to do that. He looked away and cursed under his breath, then licked his lips. "We can't stay here forever. You must get us out of here, Jaron.&lt;/blockquote&gt; Fits swoon June prompt day 21: Holding Hands