23 summers past cowboy at heart (a lesbian weirdo irl) Ao3 User: WaywardMoon51 Obsessed with Superman and AKOTSK Destiel and Stormhedge truther till I die
omega dunk! whose scent is light and easy to dismiss, who smells like honeysuckle and the grass after rain
omega dunk! whose scent is so subtle it isn’t until mid trial of seven that the tagaryens + lyonel realize that dunk is an omega
omega dunk! whose reveal as an omega literally stops the trial in its tracks and ends up saving baelor’s life
omega dunk! who is confused because he was so sure that he had mentioned he was omega? (he didn’t)
omega dunk! who thought it was obvious that he was omega since he literally imprinted on egg and his omega sees egg as his pup (egg had no idea why he felt so safe and protected with dunk….turns out his pup felt bonded with older omega)
omega dunk! who’s soooo confused about why all the targ men + lyonel are suddenly lingering near him, bringing him gifts and snacks
omega dunk! who is literally being courted by the anvil, the hammer, bright flame, the dreamer, and the laughing storm but genuinely thinks they just feel bad for the trial of seven and are trying to make amends
pup egg! who is watching this absolute train wreck with narrowed eyes, who growls at any alpha that gets too close to dunk, throws away gifts he doesn’t think are worthy of dunk (anything aerion brings) and who tries to guard sir duncan at every hour of the day
omega dunk! who honestly is completely oblivious to the chaos surrounding him, and just thinks he is finally making friends (“friends” who want to MATE you dunk!!!)
Say about Maekar what you want, but he certainly never threw his boy into the air and caught him again to celebrate a tug of war they won together like a proud father.
Dunk doesn't know how to read, so Lyonel always sends letters with drawings and symbols to express what he wants to say. Gradually, his skills begin to improve. Dunk learns to read little by little from Egg, but he still doesn't tell Lyonel about it.
Thinking about his head resting on top of the lap of luxury, the heat of his Lord's thigh leaving pleasant tingles on his cheek, of his nose tucked towards the other man's groin where the Lord's scent is thickest
Thinking about the pillows that cushion Duncan's knees. Silk stuffed with goose feathers, a softness provided by his Lord, a law set in stone if they were to continue with Duncan's game
Thinking about fingers burrowing into ginger hair, the gentle tug of small knots getting caught, the slight sting of nails on the scalp, the small whimpers of pleasure muffled into trousers
Thinking about Duncan's shivers as his Lord's touch becomes true petting. Open palm smoothing over Duncan's head, loosely gripping at his nape, and massaging in-between his shoulders
Thinking about the moan that slips through Duncan's lips as his Lord drags the blunt side of fingernails along his neck, and under his chin, and behind his ear
Thinking about a snap of fingers that brings Duncan's gaze up, already vibrating in excitement, and the sight of a finger pointing down at his Lord's leg
Thinking about him following the silent command with the enthusiasm of any good hunting hound and humping against the side of his Lord's calf, never breaking eye contact
Thinking about Duncan stuttering at the first rut, an unexpected cool patch already formed in the front of his braies, and flushing bright red in shame at finding that he'd been unknowingly drooling like a dirty mutt
Thinking about how he openly pants with his tongue sticking out, and every noise openly thrown out into the air, and tears openly flowing because there's too much friction but not enough at the same time
Thinking about how quickly he comes, how his prick had been begging for attention for what feels like forever, how it only takes a few minutes of frantic thrusting to find euphoric relief
Thinking about Duncan hardening again when his Lord looks down at him with a smile and propositions that next time they play Duncan's game it'll be with the Lord's cock kept warm in the pup's mouth
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.
Lyonel as an unhinged girl dad who would burn the world for his daughters.
Like Dunk gave him a hoard of children but the boys have always favored Ser Duncan, the parent that has time to indulge them and loves training his little future knights. And Lyonel is just too busy with Lordly duties for all that so naturally it’s Dunk that gets to spend more time with them, the boys and girls both.
Obviously Lyonel loves all his children, but the girls are his pride. They seek him out more, want more of his attention, and they remind him so much of his soft hearted hedge knight that is the focus of his devotion.
So naturally it becomes the norm around Storm’s End to find Lyonel doting on his girls, braiding their hair or reading to them or simply allowing them to follow him around like little ducklings—something his more rambunctious boys are not allowed. It becomes a source of judgment from the other nobles, they don’t understand why Lord Baratheon spends so much time doting on children that won’t even inherit his title nor amount to much beyond brides (sexism of course).
This talk promptly ends when a lesser lord goes missing after speaking ill of the behavior, never to be seen again. Everyone assumes this was Lyonel, the unhinged and overprotective father. No one thinks to expect Ser Duncan, a kept omega allowed his knightly indulgence as a hobby by a strange alpha lord.
But Dunk honors his vows to The Mother, and has a deep loyalty to his family no one could quite understand.
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