#hedgedreamer

In this Ted Talk, I will explain how Dunk's pups freak out all of his mates/fuckbuddies...

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Yes, I think they would mature faster because of the environment they grew up in. Their bodies would probably push them to evolve quicker so that they could use all their bodily functions to the fullest.

For Dunk specifically (I like to imagine since he had his designation early his body still remembers the trauma of Fleabottom and so his babies would have inherited the fast genes evolution wise), his babies would be really advanced out of the womb, their absolutely cute and absolutely built like one year olds already. Their probably trying to crawl only weeks after birth and trying to walk even faster. Dunk would be like, "Oh yeah, that happens," and his mates would flip the f**k out being like, "What do you mean that happens!? No, it doesn't, Dunk!" And then Dunk has to explain yes it is quite common especially in Fleabottom, he thought this was common knowledge? He was walking before his first year, and he presented when he was like 11-12. His mates have gone pale and are in absolute shock.

His mates are probably trying to get the babies to just settle and stop trying to advance themselves, and Dunk is just so confused. He thought everyone would be happy the puppies are trying their best to grow quickly, little does he know most of his mates/f**k buddies are near to tears imagining their puppies not feeling safe enough to be babies! Poor Dunk he's so used to babies trying to crawl/walk/talk that he just thought thats what most babies do after birth, he didn't know most of them dont even attempt most things until months after birth.

I bet Dunk's feelings would be so hurt, too, like he fully thought his mates/f**k buddies would appreciate their pups not needing them that much considering their lords/heirs. But nope, they all look like he's punched them and spat on them. It would be really funny if their all so desperate to stop the babies they just strap them to their own chests and coddle them over time (factory reset time) just full-blown cooing, scenting and trilling. Poor pups, their fully just grumpy faces that their attempts are being thwarted by their meddling sires.

I think Omega's would be the most common in Fleabottom to present faster because of territory and so they could use their teeth or claws to defend or protect. I think most Omega's would be protectors of the pack while as Alpha's protect the territory, Beta's are the ground mans / foot soldiers and also the providers I feel like they would be the best at calming down and settling both the Alpha's and Omega's of the pack. Beta's would be the primary carers for the whole pack. They're probably the money earners.

(Completely fictional. This is for fun and imagination)

When Dunk goes to the tavern where he meets Egg and then Daeron, I want Daeron to become obsessed with Dunk because for weeks on end, he's been dreaming of nothing but him. His eyes, his silhouette, his voice, and even his smell has been haunting Daeron. So, instead of going upstairs, I want Daeron to press close to Dunk just to feel the air leave in his exhales and feel it re-enter on inhale. I want Daeron just face to face with Dunk inhaling his exhales, Dunk is shocked still, not moving, but also not pushing him away.

"I dreamed of you," he'd say, and Dunk is flushed red. Here he was just trying to eat, and now he has some random noble all up in his face.

Meanwhile, Daeron is too busy studying his face, taking note of the colour of Dunk's eyes and the shade of his hair in the candle lit tavern. Dunk probably trys to push him away eventually, but Daeron interlocks their fingers together and squeezes. "I Dreamed of you." Daeron's eyes are all clouded over in a dreamy daze, affection clear in his gaze.

"You said that already" Dunk would sputter out, but Daeron is now too busy squeezing his hands and then releasing all over again. Daeron would nuzzle under Dunk's chin and inhale his rain washed scent, he'd be greedy with it.

Daeron is far too gone in his daydreams so he drags Dunk up to his paid room and lays him out on his bed to continue his exploration. This is the body that will bring down a great dragon. Half of Dunk's thigh far outweighs two of his own. Their alike in height with Dunk being a few inches taller. For the first time in Daeron's life he does not slouch he brings himself to his full height to match Dunk. He can't help but giggle at the irony, here he is a prince of the realm son of the dragon house and yet he's brought to heel by a hedge knight he's seen is destined to kill a dragon. How funny. And yet he's beside himself with his devotion.

All his dreams, all his worries, all his life. Come to rest at this mans heartbeat. It's a strong one too, beating strong and evenly. Just as gorgeous as the man it belongs to. Daeron is nearly falling asleep to this mans rhythm, he hates sleeping because he used to hate dreaming but with Dunk he feels as though he could sleep the whole night away. How odd it would be to be well and rested for once.

Dunk is just left so perplexed by this strange man but he leaves him be, its not the first time a man has said that they'd dreamed of him and it certainly wouldn't be the last. So he brings his hand up and strokes his back and musses his hair, humming songs he'd heard on the road in hopes that this odd noble man falls asleep quick so he can go back down and grab some food and leave for Ashford. Daeron sleeps.

If they met on the road between Kings landing and Ashford (afab Dunk, but she pretends to be a man on the road, she still has the same haircut as the show or maybe a pixie cut)

(This is just fictional, all for fun and imagination)

Daeron had made a lot of decisions in his life he rarely had time to regret, he started drinking young, whoring younger and he was barely able to function in the day by day his little siblings lived by so he had no connection to them other than blood. That was the only guilt he felt. He wished he was strong enough to fight back his dreams and take back his life. But it had plagued him since he was a young lad. No one knew what was wrong with him, his family tried, oh did they try, but he never got better and as the dreams worsened so did his habits to combat them.

Daeron proposed he and little Aegon go on ahead and wait for the royal precession in Ashford, his father agreed, must be his conscious hounding him for he had made his elder son enter the lists, so off they went along the kings road. Egg looked excited, Daeron felt horrible for that too, for he knew he was just going to slink off to a tavern and drink his wits away, Egg left to attend his drunkard of a brother instead of seeing the tourney.

They travelled a great distance in the day and hunkered down during the night, Egg kept imitating sword fights. Daeron kept drinking.

On the road, they encountered many folk, old, young, rich, and poor all journeying to Ashford for the birthday of Lord Ashford's daughter. Daeron felt a cold sweat break out along his back. So many people so many jousts there was bound to happen. They stopped between Felwood and the Grassy Vale. They did not move from there again, Daeron found an inn near the outer town far from the Kings road. Good enough to sleep and drink. Egg kept asking when they would move again. He did not answer. Egg knew from the silence what Daeron's answer was. His eyes held resentment in the same measure it held love. Daeron drank. Egg was left to his own devices.

Until he wasn't.

Daeron didn't know how long it had been since they've been here, but surely Gwin Ashford's birthday celebration has ended now. He felt sluggish and slow. He hasn't seen Egg in a age. Usually, he'd come in for lunch and supper and make sure Daeron was ok before scurrying off again. He knew Egg was angry with him but hopefully not angry enough to skip food.

Groaning, he pushed forward and up, leaving his bed and alcohol behind. He wobbled down the stairs and out the door to the world beyond. The sunlight hurt his eyes after so long in the dark inn. He winced and trotted along until he reached the stables. He saw no sign of Egg, but there were their horses still stabled and tended too. More horses seemed to occupy the stalls now. And three horses with worn and torn saddles stood close to his own.

He walked out and continued his search. Finally, he came apon a small crowd they all seemed to be cheering and hooting at something in the small circle they formed he could not see due to the large man in front of him. And seemed even taller still with a child upon their shoulders. Wait, small child.

"Egg?" His little face snapped toward Daeron's own, his little brother gaped at him and then turned toward his companion.

"Ser, let me down, Ser." The giant reached up and lifted Egg by his armpits and then down onto the solid ground. When they finally turned and faced Daeron, his breath caught, it was not a man, or maybe they were. Blue eyes, strong jaw, muscled figure, and tall frame. Their hair was closely cut to their scalp.

"Hello, you've seen to have acquired my brother," the pretty giant's face twitched into amusement before it set into a firm line. "He was supposed be by for lunch but had vanished."

"I would not have had him had he been being watched." Egg's giant retorted. They set their hands on their hips and barrelled on, "He was alone for quite some time Milord and a child alone means a child dead sooner or later. You are his elder. You should know better!"

Daeron felt the guilt again, Egg's eyes seemed to gaze upon his giant with awe and reverence. Egg reached his hand out and tugged the giants into his own. Little hand swaying in the giants gentle hold. He was not shaken off or told to let go. In fact, Daeron could see the gaint stroke Egg's little hand with one of their own fingers. It was an unconscious move because the giant seemed to be preoccupied, staring Daeron down.

Daeron shuffled his feet and nodded his head in agreement. His response was met with a huff.

"No harm was done Ser, you kept me well!"

"What is your name, Ser?" Daeron felt small even though he was equal in height to this person.

"Dunk, Milord"

"Are you a man or woman?" A scandalised noise escaped Egg, and soon Daeron felt a kick be delivered to his shin. He yelped and went to his knee.

"My Ser's privates are their own to mind!" Dareon felt a small smack be given to his cheek. His little Egg seemed to have flowered in the presence of his Ser Dunk. A loud guffaw escaped, and his Ser was left hiding his smile behind his hand. His other hand reached out and tugged Egg toward their middle effortlessly, Egg's little legs never stopped their small assaults toward Daeron.

"It's alright, Egg. What was he to know?" That quelled all his brothers kicks, and he went placid as a kitten in its mothers hold. He was moved till he was facing Dunk head on, "I have been told by many that they didn't know whether I wielded a sword or sheath. It's no bother to me now."

"I'm a lass, though I don't live as one." Dunk looked at Daeron when he finally answered the question that started his little brothers attack. "I'm much too big and was raised by my own Ser as a man would be." Her hands adjusted Egg till he was settled to her front as a babe rather than the boy he was. Her hands patted him down like he was a horse that needed to be gentled.

Daeron felt the world spin. This had to be some kind of dream. He snapped out of it when a shout was exclaimed from the middle of the circle. He had forgotten that was what had caught his attention and drew him to this crowd.

When he gets to the capital, the first thing he sees when he enters the yard is prince Daeron waiting with a huge bouquet of flowers, he keeps drinking from a wineskin and he has bags under his eyes. The last time Dunk had invaded his dreams he was almost driven mad from all that he had seen if not for the tantalising scent of Daeron he would of woken up and left.