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Over time, he learned to live with his secret feelings for you, though he still feared you might figure it out due to how obvious he was despite his efforts.

Which was something old Ser Arlan never got bored of teasing him about.

Dunk was not the brightest tool in the shed, Ser Arlan had always reminded him of that, and he had a tendency to trip over his words and feet - and that was on his good days.

When he was around you, he acted like a blundering fool.

It had suddenly become more difficult to string a coherent sentance around you, and for some reason, he found himself falling flat on his arse or knocking things over (including you on a few occasions) due to his nerves.

He knew it must have been a comical sight for Old Ser Arlan to watch him, a bear of a man, act like a damned blushing maid.

And when Dunk saw another man talk to you…it made him feel hot, his chest too tight.

He would unintentionally loom behind you like a massive storm-cloud, glaring at whoever was pulling your attention away.

Dunk wasn’t good with words, so a lot of his affection and concern came from touch or acts of service.

And scolding. He wasn’t great at verbalising feelings, especially concern or worry when it came to you.

‘You’re too clumsy for your own good.’

‘Don’t wander off, where I can’t see y’a!’

‘I’ll clout y’a if you do anything reckless like that again!’

When Dunk wasn't stumbling about like a bull in a China shop or worrying sick about you, he spent his time hanging onto your every word.

Every touch, brush of your hand against his or pat on the back made his heart thump faster.

Dunk was quiet and shy, despite his height, so he sought your approval in small ways.

He would wake up extra early so he could mend your clothes if they were torn.

He would always scoop an extra ladle of stew into your bowl at dinner time, even if that meant he got a little less.

When he was sparring with you, he would purposely trip over or fall so that you could win.

Dunk was always the first person at your side if you were injured, even in the most minor way.

He would fuss over little nicks and cuts as if they were life-threatening (and tried not to blush at the feel of your skin under his fingers).

One time, you had fallen and split your lip. When Dunk found out, you were certain he was going to pass away from stress as he dabbed away the blood and scolded you for being clumsy.

It was then, when he was tending to your split lip, that he came closer than ever before to confessing his feelings.

The sight of your pretty face - so close to his that he could feel your breath fan his face while his thumb brushed over your soft, warm bottom lip, made his mind temporarily stop working altogether.

And when you gazed back up at him with that curious look in your bright eyes, he found himself leaning in...

Until the coughing of old Ser Arlan broke him from his trance.

Dunk all but scrambled back, hurriedly finished cleaning your cut and spent the rest of the day as far away from you as possible, scolding himself for being so damn obvious.

He just prayed that you didn't notice.

And you didn't.

But the way Ser Arlan wiggled his eyebrows at Dunk showed that he definitely did, and he was not about to let Dunk off the hook, tease-free.

Dunk wanted the earth to swallow him whole.

ESTJ

Gryffindor

Lawful Good

Cancer Sun, Virgo Moon, Capricorn Rising

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・His love is warm and safe, and you never feel anxious when Boromir is near.

・Well, many feel the same way. Boromir is a pillar in the community.

・And he cares for his home, for his people.

・With you, he cares tenfold.

・He is the type of man to listen to what you say, and take it in. Storing it within himself, so he knows you.

・Because he wants to know you.

・And he does, not just the easy things like your favourite colour, smell, flower - he does know all of that. But he also knows your triggers, your past experiences, and how you like certain things done.

・As he got to truly know you, he couldn't wait to marry you, to have the ability to place you above anything and everyone else.

・Because you are his world.

・Boromir cherishes you. Without any strings attached.

・It's a pure kind of love.

・One that he will always fight for. No matter how difficult things may get, he wants you by his side. Always.

・Standing at 6"4, Boromir's height adds to his intimidating image. Wide shoulders, thick with muscle, he makes many people blush; he just doesn't notice them.

・A warrior, soldier, a Captain, many look up to him. And now they look up to you too.

・You both have responsibilities even though Aragorn was crowned.

・Aragorn and Boromir care greatly for one another. Holding each other in high esteem.

・Therefore, Boromir & yourself live at Minas Tirith; travelling when needed as the cities are rebuilt.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

I Love You, Wholeheartedly (You) x You Shouldn't, I Don't Deserve It (Boromir)

Madly In Love (Boromir) x Ridiculously Oblivious (You)

Touch-Starved Menace (Boromir) x Affectionate Handler (You)

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Mutual Pining

Forbidden Love

Slow Burn to Unshakeable Devotion

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈(s)

Azuremyst Isle by Derek Duke

From Nothern Lands by Paul Mottram

To Keep You From Breaking by Kelsey Woods

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞

・Boromir yearns for you.

・And he's done so for years...

・The first time the sexual tension peaked, he tried so hard to hold himseld back. Keep himself in check.

・But when you whispered: "Yes, I'm yours," he ravished you utterly and completely.

・On your wedding night, neither of you slept.

・By morning you were both fucked out, boneless, and still breathing hard.

・You had given each other wave after wave of pleasure

・Even when exhaustion washed over you both, Boromir was still inside of you. His thick cock stuffed into your tight hole.

・You had never felt so right, so full - so complete

・Somehow, the next night was filled with more sex...more passion.

・Boromir's large arms held you close; bare chest to bare chest. His muscled thigh moved between your legs, spreading them apart.

・You whimpered from the friction. Sensitive and needy.

・You couldn't help yourself, there was a deep and hot feeling in your core. One that you needed to satisfy...

・With your legs spread, you moved one of your husband's large, rough, hands to feel your heat. Boromir sighed. Kissing the side of your neck and groaning:

・"You look so beautiful, my love, so wet for me."

・He made it impossible to think, or do anything other than whine for his touch, his heat, his praise.

Watching you shower, duh. Why hadn’t he thought to include waterproof cameras in his first round of murders? Oh well, he’d rather have fap footage of you scrubbing or even shaving yourself. 

Admitting that if you hadn’t been one of Mary’s acquaintances you could’ve easily been another victim yourself. Personally, you think being stalked makes you pretty victimized.

James being convinced that because you’re into slasher movies and aren’t getting the authorities involved—you tried, they’re convinced he’s dead—then you must enjoy watching him kill.

Offering to have an equal number of male and female victims, of just male victims, if you want. :) 

Jokingly referring to condoms as “raincoats.” 

If you’re still outwardly reluctant to be penetrated and/or make fun of his water fixation, James will grab your tits and say he’ll just become obsessed with milk instead. At least he’s offering you the choice of protected sex.

Avoiding the mistakes he made with Mary, like with the aforementioned letting you have some say in the victims. He avoids tying you up and doesn’t brutalize you other than spanking. And he will say, “Sorry for hitting you. Are you okay?” afterwards at least.

Once it’s established you’re his “partner,” he’ll insist on having movie date nights at least once a week. The Ripper doesn’t need to remind you to stay away from other guys, but he’ll gladly use slashers as foreplay and inspiration. 

“It’s okay if you’re not into wet deaths,” he says, nuzzling up to you, knuckle deep in your slit, making you experience a little wet death of your own.

But, after a while, still trying to get you into aquaphilia. He sneaks up behind you when you’re in front of the kitchen and at that point you’re just done, so you spray him with the hose.

“Aw, couple’s hydrotherapy,” he croons. 

He always helps you put your books back when you're finished, traipsing behind you with heavy feet, but helping nonetheless.

You're the first person he comes to for help with pranks. He and Fred come up with the ideas, but you know whether the potion ingredients will work, how to say the spell properly and whether the creature they want to release in the Slytherin common room will destroy the whole school. They really would have been expelled by now if not for you.

You also helped them branch out their business by selling stuff in the Ravenclaw common room since they aren't allowed in there.

You become very popular amongst first-year troublemakers, and the small group of older Ravenclaws set up a space in the corner of the common room to buy the concoctions that will give them more time to finish their essays.

George makes sure none of his antics blow back on you. You work far too hard to have your post-school career knocked because you got too many detentions and failed your exams and he knows it.

Although you are on Filch's bad side for distracting him whilst the twins get their confiscated items from his office. And George's response to that? "Who isn't on his bad side?"

He absolutely rubs it in your face when Gryffindor beats Ravenclaw in a quidditch match, whether you really care or not, that's what he'll be spending an hour doing after he's won.

You have a running deal; you buy him a butterbeer for each match he wins and he buys you dinner each time he loses to Ravenclaw. So far George has had countless drinks. You are yet to have one meal.

He always gives you his things to wear; jumpers, hats, scarves, anything really.

But he will never, absolutely never, wear your Ravenclaw scarf; lord help him you'd think the thing was made of fire by the way he avoids it.

You don't know Oliver Wood very well, but he gave you one of the biggest scoldings you have ever received when George couldn't play a quidditch match because you'd been chasing him in the courtyard with your scarf and he fell over his own feet, landing weirdly on his elbow and hip.

After the stern lecture from Oliver and spending two days in the hospital wing with George and occasionally Fred, who found the whole ordeal hilarious, you didn't tease him with your Ravenclaw items again for a long time. He still avoids that scarf like the plague.

You're the only friend of the twins that Percy can tolerate.

Probably because when you visited The Burrow during Christmas breaks, you talked to him about his work and being head boy without ridiculing him. (And you smack George's arm when he makes rude jokes which Percy quite enjoys seeing).

George sits and listens to you rant when you need it.

He watches as you pace back and forth, words never stopping until you've gotten everything out. Then he just pulls you into a long tight hug before he tries to distract you from your problem.

About half of George's herbology work is written by you, and half his transfiguration work and probably half his care for magical creatures work too if he didn't manage to weasel Charlie into unknowingly writing him an essay every month in his letters.

George 100% tries making a million invisibility products and polyjuice potions to try and sneak into your common room at night, but Hogwarts is much too equipped to let him find success at it.

So you had to find a secret spot in the castle for your late-night rendezvous without teachers or prefects finding out.

At first, it was the girls' lavatories but Myrtle's snooping and laughter made it less than perfect. The ghost whispering in his ear halfway through a makeout session made George far too irritated to go there for a third time.

He leaves you little love notes all over the place, some telling you to keep smiling, some telling you a weird joke, some telling you how smoking you look (and now you definitely have to make sure no one can see these notes except you!).

When you have exams or projects due his love notes get more frequent since he knows you'll be stressed and seeing him less.

He always attempts to eat every meal with you in the great hall. This way you can catch up on what you've both been up to and how your classes have been while he makes sure you remember to take breaks from studying to eat properly.

If things get in the way (*cough* detention *cough*) he will take you out to The Three Broomsticks on the weekend, just the two of you, and maybe Fred, but he swears he told Fred not to come this time!

He told you about the marauders' map a day after finding it because he was certain there was something special about the spare roll of parchment in Filch's office they found under Fred's nose-biting teacups.

It was you nonchalantly guessing there's a spell keeping its contents secret before carrying on reading your book that gave him the best tool he could have wished for.

That's why you're the only other person who knows about the map. You've spent many hours sitting tucked into his side, munching on chocolate frogs and watching people walk around on the paper.

That's how you found out Fred and Angelina were dating but George's excitement to tease them about it more mischievously outweighed your want to learn the details from your friend.

Despite all of George's silliness and trouble, he might just be one of the smartest people you know outside of Ravenclaw.