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just thinking of omega dunk, soft and glowing in the sun coming through the windows of his lord husband's solar with a palmful of squirming babe and alpha lyonel sitting at his desk, sheets of parchment blotted and sticking to each other with ink because whatever the cunt manfred has to bitch about this time absolutely pales in comparison to his love and his firstborn daughter literally gleaming with the blessing of the gods. he simply must Gaze in Awe.
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Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms, A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Dunk | Duncan the Tall/Maekar I Targaryen
Characters: Dunk | Duncan the Tall (A Song of Ice and Fire), Maekar I Targaryen, Aegon V βEggβ Targaryen, Daella Targaryen (Daughter of Maekar I), Rhae Targaryen (Daughter of Maekar I)
Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Some Plot
Summary:
After he finds out Egg lied to him, Dunk brings him home to Summerhall. When Prince Maekar returns, he has a proposition for his newest household knight. Porn and domestic fluff.
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i was telling @itellyouthisisnottheend yesterday that there's a severe lack of kisses bestowed upon dunk's pretty nose in the spearhedge sphere and she told me i should do something about it. so i've done it.
The warmth of the candlelight reflected off the strong planes of Dunk's face as he knelt there, at his feet, the perfect picture of devotion. He looked almost statuesque, and the image of his knight as one the Seven came unbidden to Baelor's mind. Perhaps The Warrior, showering his blessing upon the strength of his shoulders, the ripple of the muscles in his biceps, his thighs. But then again, he thought, staring at the clear blue sky of his big eyes, that comely face must indeed align with the Maid, the innocence in his regard, the pureness of his intentions. What a brave young man. What a blessing in disguise.
Baelor reached for his face with just his fingertips, reverent as he stroked the youthful skin there. He ought to be the most favoured man in the realm β poised to posses not only all of Westeros, but the most virtuous of its men as well. And what a fine specimen he gazed upon, one who exhaled a trembling breath as his touch wandered, up into the fine strands of hair that fanned across his forehead, revealing a strong brow as Baelor pushed the fair tufts away.
His hand ended up cradling that dear face, rings pushed up against his feverish skin.
"You've made a mess of yourself, ser."
The knight beneath him gulped.
"Took a right tumble around the training grounds, Your Grace."
"I can tell." A smile danced in his voice, whispered at the corners of his mouth.
His free hand reached out to the high table beside his chair, where a cloth rested next to a bowl with fresh water. He dipped the cloth in the bowl, strung out the excess and brought it to Dunk's face.
His man startled.
"Your Grace, there's no needβ"
"Hush, now." He huffed and kept working on cleaning his face. Predictable, that Dunk would refuse him, but wasn't it the duty of a liege lord, to look out for his sworn knight, provide him attire and nourishment and weapon, ensure he was cared for?
When he swiped the dirt from Dunk's cheekbone he noticed a blush beneath, and only then realized he'd uttered his last few thoughts aloud. Mirth pushed his lips up once more.
"What say you? Am I not right?"
Dunk looked conflicted, a furrow etching itself between his eyebrows. "You are a most attentive lord, Your Grace. More hands-on than many, I'm sure."
There, finally, a spark of familiarity in the way his eyes softened, the quick quirk of his lips, and heat bloomed beloved in Baelor's chest.
He leaned down, the fingers on Dunk's jaw securing him in place as he brushed a kiss on the bridge of his nose. He heard a surprised noise come out of his knight and assured himself another one as his mouth traveled to the tip of his nose, careful, feather-light.
"I'm pleased this is only something you're sure of and not a fact you are personally privy to."
It was Dunk's turn to snort.
"Please. There's no other lord I'd rather serve, Baelor."
Big, warm hands settled each side of his waist as that fierce blue gaze stared up at him. Devotion, indeed. From this close, Baelor could see the faint freckles that littered his cheeks.
"Nor prince?"
"I'm not sure his grace Aerys would soon free me of the day's dirt by his own hand."
Baelor laughed. The most favoured man, he reminded himself, to be able to laugh freely with his own man, to care for him in the privacy of his own solar, and place a kiss ardently upon his brow, his beautiful eyes, his pillowy lips, and consider himself blessed in the doing.
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Calling this "Love Honor and Obey" is probably a bit much
But after reading @motherrthing's excellent meditation on Baelor being the most high-strung almost-virgin in Westeros, I could not stop thinking about what unstringing Baelor would actually look like.
And, well, all I can say is that @filibusterfrog is (in addition to being a brilliant artist) an enabler:
* * * * * * *
GUS: a PWP where Dunk is maliciously compliant
like take all that background in terms of Baelor being capital R Repressed
(although in my head Jena β who is alive and well β is also gay)
(and in love with her "lady in waiting" who's some hot Tyrell lesbian because I believe in hot Tyrell lesbian supremacy, but anyway they live happily away from court at Dragonstone)
(like the court assumes it's because Jena and Baelor don't like each other but they like each other fine actually, it's just Jenna can't bang her lady in the privacy she might wish to in the Red Keep)
so Dunk and Baelor finally get their stories straight but the first time they actually make out Baelor is, as mentioned, just completely tense and unmoving
and Dunk is like uhhh you okay bud?
and Baelor can't tell him (yet) but basically he's overwhelmed not just with kissing but with the possibilities of everything that comes AFTER kissing
but Dunk kind of figures it out so he's like okay then how about I don't do ANYTHING unless you ask me to
GUS: and Baelor, who has dealt with Dunk's complete insubordination for like years at this point
is like lol sure so if I ask you to kiss me, that's all you'll do?
and Dunk is all serious and is like, yes
Baelor: ...kiss meΒ
Dunk: where?Β
Baelor: (would seriously rather be disemboweled by a hot poker rn) ...on the mouth
FILIBUSTERFROG: LMAO YESS
GUS: so Dunk does, for exactly two seconds, and then stops, pulling away but like, Very Much Still In Baelor's Space
and just WAITS
and Baelor blurts out "but you're hard, you clearly want to have sex" because before when they were first making out it was kind of evident
Dunk: yeah so? who cares? I want you to feel good more than I want to get my rocks off
Dunk: if I need relief, I've got my own handsΒ
Baelor: (thinking about Dunk jerking off) ummmmm
so like literally days of this where they go at Baelor's pace
which is embarrassingly (for him) snail-like because after about five minutes he gets freaked out every time
and has to go put his head between his knees and breathe
and the whole time Dunk is just... fine with all of it
and at some point Baelor is like why are you so patient, I'm being insane
and Dunk is like no offense but I've seen the psychosexual dynamics of your house for literally years
you are, if anything, refreshingly normal by comparison
but like slowly they make progress and every single thing they do is because Baelor asks Dunk to do it to him
like "put your hand on my shoulder" graduates to "put your hand on my hip"
the day Baelor tells Dunk to put his hand on his butt is a Big Moment
after they stop Dunk disappears for a minute and comes back with a bottle of some nice wine he knows Baelor likes
as a celebration
FF: ah so sweet
GUS: anyway this part's basically a montage of growing intimacy and Baelor's growing confidence/relaxation/desire
because along the way he realizes that part of his reluctance/fear/tension is actually a worry about his own appetites shall we say
because yes he's a Targaryen and he's SEEN what sex does to members of his family
so Baelor is getting a handle on his own feelings about what he actually wants
and at some point he asks Dunk why Dunk is fine with whatever Baelor does to him
(he realizes this pretty embarrassingly late in the game obv because: royal rich asshole)
and Dunk is like, well aside from the fact that you really haven't done much at all to me except for sometimes putting your hand on my chest, which I always tell you I like, I'm also very much in favor of anything you want to do to me
which gets to something about consent I've always thought was interesting, the sort of Ask Vs Guess in sex form basically?
where like Dunk respects that, for now, Baelor needs to explicitly ask for everything beforehand β not just that Baelor gives permission, but that it's at his instigation, if that makes sense?
whereas Dunk is like "if I don't like something I'll just say" which is WILD to Baelor
neither boundary is wrong but it's DIFFERENT
FF: yes!!!!!! very difficult to parse if youre repressed as fuckk
GUS: exactly!
like maybe this gets triggered by one time when they're kissing and Baelor grabs Dunk by the hair without asking
and then is immediately like "OH GODS I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I SHOULDN'T HAVE DONE THAT"
or like, the Baelor repressed version of that
FF: YA FR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! how dare i feel normal human desires
FF: bad nasty nasty
GUS: and Dunk is like "it's okay to touch my hair"
oh man what if from then on Dunk tells Baelor explicitly every time they're about to make out that it's okay to touch him anywhere on his body
and Baelor is like "that's not possible, you can't just say anywhere, what if I touch you somewhere you don't like?"
because in Baelor's eyes that's the worst thing that can ever happen, that he does something Dunk doesn't want him to do
so Dunk rolls his eyes and is like fine you can touch every part of me except... idk the back of my left knee
and every time after that Dunk changes the body part
including some pretty inconvenient ones at times because Dunk is in his heart a bit of a little shit
so like one time Baelor can't touch Dunk's nose
or his right hand
or either side of his waist
etc
FF: Dunk your sillygames..
GUS: meanwhile they're still moving at Baelor's speed and Baelor still has to tell Dunk, explicitly, everything he wants Dunk to do to him
I think the fic ends with Baelor jerking off for Dunk and showing him what he likes, what he wants etc
with the implication that they're going to continue on at a very slow pace and with their own boundaries and it's happily ever after on their terms
FF: holding hands and running off into the sunset where nothing hurts and everythings nice
hell yeah brother
GUS: exactly
FF: i like it i like it, Jena in the background like man im glad youre getting normal thats great. fucking finally
sends him a letter like man im so glad youre finally happy big and sexually normal*Β
*inverse of sad little pervert
GUS: lol right?
Baelor, annoyed, reads it to Dunk, who dies laughing
and Baelor tackles him into bed
THE END
FF: credits scroll music is burning down the house
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