Heartburn has me burningggg so IMAGINE!!!
Late 2nd, early 3rd where the fact that you’re carrying a beanstock of a man’s baby is glaringly apparent. You and Dunk are walking the streets and looking at stores. He’s paused to look at something in a window for you/the baby but wants to be secret about it. He gets distracted and tells you to go ahead for just a minute.
Smiling to yourself, you walk just a few feet ahead to wait for him on a bench. Lost in girlish adoration, you’re almost knocked to the stones when a belligerent man on his phone smashes into your shoulder with and starts to scream profanities at you.
You try to catch yourself but you don’t, Dunk does. Having looked over his shoulder and seen an agitated stranger walk up on you. He’s already there catching you with an arm around your middle. You’re not hurt, you’re just in a bit of shock. With that, Dunk explodes.
It’s very easy to forget that underneath all his gentleness and demurely performed smallness, he’s a giant. You’ve never seen him angry or even raise his voice ever but Dunk is terrifying. Furious and colossal, the smaller man quickly learns he has seconds before being flattened. He runs and Dunk lunges after him but your hand on his arm brings him back.
“He’s not worth it. I’m alright.” The words of assurance calm him and he looks around at the crowd who has come to stare. He’s reminded of the orphanage, of how people feared him for his size. His heart plummets. Has he scared you?
All that rage turns to shame. Guilt makes him so nauseated he can’t bear it. Can’t stand himself. He’s so stuck in his head that he doesn’t even realize you’ve both walked back to the car.
He’s shocked when you thank him with the most grateful eyes he’s ever seen and assumes you are the one who is still in shock. He’s quiet the whole drive, hand itching for you but he can’t summon the courage to touch you. Back at your flat, he’s anxiously shrinking back into himself. He’s desperate to check on you and his boy but he’s scared of himself.
If he hadn’t told you to walk on without him, if he had just been by your side, none of this would have happened.
You’re the one to cradle him and tell him how brave he was. That he’s your hero and you’re not leaving.
Some emotional angst and fluff (sorry if this makes no sense the worm whispered to me)
Oh thank you Anon, that was cute! At first I was kinda like 'no Irish man would attack a pregnant woman' but after what's happening in Belfast recently I don't know anymore :')
Anyway yeah, I think we've all seen Dunk losing it and actually being a bit scary when he gets pissed, AND incredibly stern when he's wounded (like he absolutely did not budge under Egg's pouty face in the prison cell).
I love the idea of Dunk being completely unaware of how people perceive him, and, solely because of his size, he cannot escape being perceived. So he is first seen as large, then potentially scary, then? Sweet? Naïve? Handsome? To him it's probably all unfathomable :')
