some more dunk x witch!reader snippets bc i'm obsessed
at one point during travel you offered to make the boys little sachets similar to yours. egg agreed immediately, dunk a little more curious and wary, but still interested. in no time you presented them each with a tiny drawstring pouch that carried different herbs you had collected. egg's held catnip, motherwart, and rosemary while dunk's contained ground rose petals (for the obvious reason of it influencing romantic energy duh), two cloves, and chamomile flowers. they now have it tied to their belts, much like the little bundle that you carry at your hip.
dunk loves when you read to him. whether it's fiction or even your spellbook that you refer to from time to time, he's all ears. bonus points if you decided to "randomly" purchase something romantic with a bit of smut and he approaches you wordlessly, easing you against his chest muttering something along the lines of "aloud, m'lady," and is confused when you just tense, cheeks warming. his brow furrowed as you stuttered an excuse he didn't quite comprehend. eventually you just give up trying to explain why you can't read the novel to him and say, "you best not heed me any judgement" and carry on. dunk is taken by surprise at the vastly vulgar language, suddenly understanding your previously avoidant and blushing appearance. he is (involuntarily) replacing the two characters with you and himself in his mind as you continue to read, his calm manner growing fidgety as the tent grows in his breeches, silently praying you don't notice.
when you're the one prepping food or retrieving meals and drinks, you make sure to whisper incantations into the dishes, often goading the gods to give him (and egg) some good fortune. the first time you did this the boys were so confused. you just brushed them off and told them you were talking to yourselfโeven then you're sure that was no real defense and you still look insane when you do it.
as dunk's hair gets longer, you'll eventually coax him into letting you braid a small strand near his nape. it mirrors the braid(s) you keep for luck and divine protection. it's also definitely not a reason to touch the man and get him either in your lap or between your legs. dunk loves the way your fingers thread through his hair, parting the auburn waves, nails just barely grazing his scalp. he would let you do whatever you pleased with his hair and more.
note currently working on a dunk x fem!knight!reader fic, but for right now i'm indulging in my witch!reader fantasies
