Mouse’s Blog

Once a top gun fan page, now an everything page. 22. She/her.

[missmouse1223]

Hello I'm Mouse. Though I go by teddy1223 on ao3. Welcome to my page! I thought I'd write out this quick bio so my page would be easier to navigate.

-she/her

-22

Mutlifandom: Top Gun, Hetalia, Interview with the Vampire, and A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms. Though A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms is my primary interest at the moment.

My ships: Icemav, Devil Minions, and Pruame as well as any Dunk ship in AKOTSK. Though again my primary interest at the moment is any Dunk ship in AKOTSK.

My AO3: teddy1223 | Archive of Our Own

Ask me anything, if you like :D

[missmouse1223]

Thank you to @bi-aragorn for the tag! Here’s a little snippet from a stormhedge nsfw fic I’m currently working on.

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Dunk is aware that he isn’t much to look at.

Or rather that he is too much to look at. His body is a hulking mass of a thing, with limbs too long and shoulders too broad for comfort. It had been a slow shock as he grew into himself while on the road with Ser Arlan, who was also baffled at Dunk’s increasing size despite his lack of proper nourishment.

Dunk hadn’t exactly been a small child but he wasn’t massive either. Nothing that could’ve alluded to the great big beast he would eventually become. Ser Arlan had once gruffly told him that, as a common born hedge knight, it didn’t matter what he looked like.

“You could look like a Tyroshi jester for all I care, boy.” The old man told him on the road one day. It had been so randomly spoken that Dunk found himself taken aback.

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Not sure who to tag soo @stormshedge I guess

[peter-newkirks-smolder]

The Laughing Storm

[missmouse1223]

I think Ser Duncan the Tall’s thick thunder thighs could save all of Westeros. That or his ass but hey that’s just me.

[missmouse1223]

I know I’ve been inactive for a bit but I’ve got some Dunkbaelor thoughts. I fear the secret pervert Baelor agenda got to me.

Head canon: Ser Arlan told Dunk to stay far away from the nobility as he can because “those people are freaks, boy. Getting near them will only serve to bring you trouble.”

Dunk was confused but tried to listen to his master’s words. However there was a problem. Ser Arlan often praised Baelor for his chivalrous nature and honor, which means Dunk also has a high opinion of Baelor.

Normally it wouldn’t be an issue except that Baelor is the biggest freak and pervert of them all. Sure he covers it up with his honorable nature and small smiles but underneath that he’s absolutely outrageous.

Maekar knows this and scoffs whenever someone describes his brother as chivalrous or honorable.

“You’re about as honorable as the stable boys and kitchen servants you fuck.” Maekar once hissed at him.

Baelor just laughed.

So when Baelor meets Dunk, who is too pure of heart and big of tit for his own good, he’s immediately drawn to him and imagining the hedge knight in every possible position he could take him in. Bent over, riding etc.

He wants that ass in his hands and those tits bouncing against his chest. He wants it bad.

Dunk just smiles at him, unaware of the terrible thoughts coursing through the older man’s head. After all of Ser Arlan described him as “the soul of chivalry” then he must be as such. Dunk can’t believe he’s in the presence of such an honorable man.

Maekar, on the other hand, knows that look in his brother’s eyes and groans. Not only are his sons missing but his brother would soon rather bend over a hedge knight than look for them.

Maekar bids Dunk to fuck off before Baelor can keep eye fucking him in front of the other lords.

Baelor watches Dunk turn and leave, a thought becoming clear and absolute in his mind.

‘I’ll have him before the tourney’s out’

Maekar just mutters again, “what the fuck is going on?”

[froggypogs]

Wildling Dunk being captured by Lyonel (he was on a world tour and ended up fighting alongside some northerners against Dunk's clan) he bought Dunk to heel and said as payment he would take the big man as his, he didn't just want Dunk to be payment he wanted Dunk to become his companion and most trusted person to his heart. It was love at first fight. Dunk had struck him so hard across the face he could swear he saw the Warrior himself. It was as if Lyonel was guided by the Seven themselves to meet this wildling man. He would swear up and down there was a connection between the two, visible only in their eyes. Dunk would disagree and try to snap Lyonel's neck multiple times. Lyonel would become even more smitten by the sheer strength of this one man alone, big and strong to take on ten men by himself and only bought down by Lyonel's own might and power. He can already hear wedding bells ring for their unity.

[missmouse1223]

Question for my AKOTSK Gay Marriage Au, should Baelor and Maekar be married?

Yes

No

Voting ended onApr 19

[missmouse1223]

Still world building for my AKOTSK gay marriage AU and I’ve been trying to think about exactly why it would be legalized. Because obviously everyone in Westeros wouldn’t just wake up one day and be ok with it.

I’m having King Daeron the II do it and call it ‘The Proclamation of Fairness’. So far one of the funnier reasons I’ve come up with is just pure spite.

Very rough timeline on this, but like King Daeron got very drunk one night in 195 AC and naturally his thoughts wandered to his father Aegon V (or Aegon the Unworthy). Daeron thinks of his father’s cruelty and the hatred that undoubtedly brewed in the man’s non existent heart.

Daeron recalls his father saying that “sword swallowers should all be put to death” as well as some other typical homophobia.

Then an idea begins to form in his drunken mind; spiteful and brilliant. Daeron pens the law shaking but with elegant hand writing, giving it to his advisers to make it so.

He then proceeded to pass out in his bed, not thinking much of anything.

And that is how King Daeron the Good awoke the next morning, with a very bad hangover and having found out he drunkenly legalized gay marriage to spite his father.

It took a long time to get people to be cool with it but eventually it all cooled down.

It will later benefit his own sons down the road, as well as curse a certain hedge knight.

[missmouse1223]

How many stags does it take to agonize over a hedge knight? Just one.

Chapter four of Hopefully Yours, Lyonel Baratheon is out. Just a bit of a warning, this contains a little bit of NSFW content. Read at your own discretion :)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/80955441/chapters/217572271

[missmouse1223]

Last line tag game!

Rules: In a new post, show the last three lines of something you wrote, or the last thing you drew. Tag as many people as you like.

Thank you to @scrumptiousmoonperson for the tag!

I'm tagging @stormshedge , and @trash-swan . You can respond if you feel like it :D

For my last three lines, I have the beginning of the next chapter of 'Hopefully yours, Lyonel Baratheon', which will be told from Lyonel's POV.

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“That son of a bitch!”

The metal wine goblet hit the stonewall without hesitation, causing wine to cascade in an arch and stain the nearest rug and some paper on his desk. The red looked a sharp contrast to the usual black and gold of his chamber. Normally Lyonel would’ve been mourning the loss of drink; for it had been a good age and very, very expensive.

His grandsire would weep if he knew the true cost of it.

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[missmouse1223]

Dunk has proved to me that when you’re pure of heart and big of tit, the world can be your oyster. His lack of game doesn’t matter because HE is the game.

Though I’ve never seen someone with so much charm yet have absolutely no idea of its existence or how to use it. It’s fascinating to watch him accidentally bewitch people with his ocean eyes and too honest personality.

Then frustrating when nothing comes of it.

Which is why I write fics where something DOES come of it lol.

[missmouse1223]

I feel like legalizing gay marriage in Westeros would solve a lot of problems tbh. Or even just a general acceptance of gayness.

However, this could bring about its own set of problems. Specifically, at least in my hyper fixed mindset, for Dunk. Because in a Westeros where you can be openly gay, EVERYONE is all over that man and it's not even close.

The first night they meet, Lyonel actually asks Dunk to marry him. He says it whilst placing his antler crown on Dunk's head, giggling to himself as he blushes.

"Would you marry me, hedge knight? Cause I'd take you to husband in a heartbeat."

And Lyonel's actually serious about it because he wants to find the nearest septon and be wed to Dunk. He 100% wants to take that big, beautiful man home with him to Storm's End as his husband. He's only just met the man, but Lyonel knows what he wants.

Dunk, for his part, just laughs awkwardly, thinking it no more than the ramblings of a too drunk lord. Sure, no one would seriously desire to have him as a companion for life, especially a highborn lord. He, in his own mind, has nothing of value to offer because of his status in life.

He'd be lucky if a smallfolk girl would want to wed him, never mind anyone else. Let alone someone of a high station.

Ser Arlan always told him that people, even small folk, don’t wed hedge knights because they offer nothing. Neither in profession or in life.

So like many things in life, Dunk puts his complete trust in Ser Arlan’s ‘wisdom’.

It’s due to this that Dunk takes any and all offers of marriage from anyone as a joke at best and a hurtful jab at worst.

Even Baelor who is already married to Maekar in this AU (because why wouldn’t they be) is thinking about sending a raven to his father asking if he could write a law that says people can have more than one partner.

He still wants that hedge knight cookie bad even in this AU.

Maekar is annoyed that his husband is looking at some lowly hedge knight rather than him. He proceeds to get even more irritated when, after the whole thing with Aerion and Dunk in the puppet tent, Aerion says that he would accept compensation in the form of taking being his husband.

Dunk thinks it’s a jape while Aerion is thinking about how miserable he could make Dunk as his husband. He’d never be rid of him then.

Maekar, sitting at the table as Dunk awkwardly stands before them, looks at the hedge knight and just says,

“What the fuck is going on?”

‘What sort of temptress is this man?’ Maekar thinks, watching the way his brother-husband and son both look at Dunk. ‘He’s bewitched half my family’

Raymun and Daeron also ask Dunk somewhere along the way. But that’s neither here nor there.

Egg is just along for the ride in all of this, realizing that he’s surrounded by morons who all want a piece of his Ser. He’s not amused.

Should I write this? I feel like I should write this.

[missmouse1223]

I’ve emerged from my cave. Chapter three of ‘Hopefully yours, Lyonel Baratheon.” Is up :D

https://archiveofourown.org/works/80955441/chapters/215406636

[chilldungsroman]

Been reading this. Rage baiter and rage baited dynamic ftw.

[missmouse1223]

I made a previous post about Dunk having moments of inhuman strength, and now I’ve got more ideas/sceneries involving it.

So Dunk has this incredible strength but he’s never needed to use it (for lack of a better term) to its fullest extent. His size alone makes people look twice at him so he doesn’t want anymore reason to be noticed.

That changes during the joust when Aerion purposefully takes out Ser Humphrey Harding’s horse.

Dunk watched the man writhe in pain underneath his now dead horse and sort of acts without thinking. The hedge knight turns to the man who had given him that awful drink and only says, “Can you watch my boy?”

Egg looking traumatized by the whole thing and Dunk vows to take him to the puppet show later.

The man nods then Dunk, despite the chaos of the smallfolk against the guards, hops the barricade and manages to make it to Ser Humphrey.

Without any delay and despite the protests of some around him, Dunk tucks his hands under the dead horse and juts lifts. It takes some visible effort but Dunk, to the amazement and awe of everyone surrounding them, drags the horse off of Ser Humphrey’s leg and body.

Dunk kneels at Ser Humphrey’s side, the man still crying out in pain and tries to reassure him. “You’ll be ok. We’re gonna get you some help.” He whispers then his tone raises as he shouts,

“Maester! We need a Maester over here!”

Ser Humphrey gazes up at this man, whom he doesn’t know and feels a sense of warm and comfort. Big blue eyes look down at him in concern, despite their lack of acquaintance. It a temporary balm to the pain of his crushed leg that just manages to keep him going until a Maester finally arrives and they drag him off the field.

To Dunk’s surprise Ser Humphrey tries to grab his hand as he goes but manages to miss the mark.

Dunk sighs and goes to find Egg but stops. He looks up to see Aerion, still on his horse despite the chaos caused, looking down at him. It’s not the same disinterest as before.

The hedge knight feels his skin crawl when he locks eyes with the prince. Aerion is eyeing him like one would an expensive prized horse. Or maybe a piece of meat, he doesn’t know.

To Dunk’s horror and discomfort, Aerion smiles at him.

It’s a full tooth smile that unnerves Dunk, like he’s staring into the maw of a predator.

Still up in the stands, Baelor watches them look at each other and feels a pit form in his gut. The hand knows what kind of a man his nephew is. What his attentions mean. Baelor, silently, begins to pity the hedge knight that has now had the misfortune of catching said attentions.

Valarr watches off to the side with a look of judgement directed at his cousin, having the same train of thought as his father.

All because Dunk had to help a stranger because he’s too honorable to let people suffer when he can do something about it.

[missmouse1223]

More stuff on Dunk and Lyonel because writing the next chapter of my stormhedge fic has me thinking stuff.

One of the reasons Lyonel fell so deeply for Dunk is that he believed that the hedge knight saw him for him.

Not as the Laughing Storm, not as Lord Paramount but as Lyonel. Just Lyonel. Like when Lyonel came to the realization that Dunk hadn’t come to curry favor with him but had just come for supper.

The look of amazed disbelief that crosses his face when Dunk stutters out “S-Supper?” is still hilarious to this day.

Throughout their first evening together, where they eat and dance and just talked. Gods Dunk just listens to him. Not in the polite way Lyonel’s courtiers do, with vague disinterest.

Dunk, on the other hand, genuinely listens to his stories. He leans on his head like they’re the most interesting thing in the world. Like Lyonel himself is the most interesting thing in the world.

It’s so refreshing that Lyonel cannot help but be endeared by it. Someone who knows his titles and duties yet still dares to see the man beneath all of it.

Lyonel decides he wants to take him home then. And proposes the idea under the elm tree just like in canon.

However Dunk gets his heart broken when Lyonel says, “There’s a war coming. We could be a force, you and I.”

Because to Dunk, it sounds like Lyonel wants a war. Would delight in the idea of it even. Dunk knows what war is, and who truly ends up hurt from it. Not the nobility in their castles but the small folk. Particularly in Flea Bottom. Dunk used to pull teeth from the mouths of dead soldiers for Sevens sake.

It’s why he mourned Baelor so hard, grieving the peaceful future that would’ve awaited the small folk.

Dunk knows that Lyonel is by no means like Baelor, though he thought the Baratheon a good enough man.

Good enough to be aware of himself and his privileges but that had been wishful thinking. A fantasy conjured due to his feelings towards Lyonel. For all his talk about lords, Lyonel himself is a lord at the end of the day.

Dunk stares at him as he leans against his antler cane smirking as he awaits the hedge knight’s answer. Dunk realizes with disappointment and horror,

‘I don’t know this man at all’

And somehow, Dunk begins to mourn the idea of Lyonel alongside the non existent future with Baelor.

[missmouse1223]

I think AKOTSK may be the thing that gets me to write omegaverse for the very first time. The image of omega Dunk appeals too much for me to let it go. Never written it in the 12 years I’ve been writing fan fics but I suppose there’s a first time for everything.