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[chaoticvintagelesbian]

Ive seen a couple of single dad Dunk with Egg being the kid

But what if Dunk is the birthing parent & had a one night stand with Maekar but never caught the guys name

So Egg is just his.

This could be modern AU or main akotsk AU

For modern Egg is not impressed that all these frankly undeserving dudes r all over his father. Also Aerion in the moderm version would also be at least trying (wrong) to get with Dunk & this instantly becomes war with Egg. Baelor is the first one to notice cos Egg scowls at him when his hand lingers too long on Dunk's arm & he looks for all the world like Baelor's little brother. Then Daeron ends up roped into helping Dunk redye Egg's hair (in a modern AU he shaved it off when he was 7, mix of sensory issues & blonde being boring, so they compromised on hair dye) & he notices the white blonde roots & the eyes & it clicks (he faints) (tho worth it cos it's into Dunk's arms). So one by one Dunk's paramours realise while Dunk is non the wiser. Made worse if this version of Dunk got blackout drunk enough that he doesnt even remember the man's face. All of the Targaryens are freaking out & individually either trying to hide it or trying to reveal it in the smoothest way possible.

For a non modern version of this Dunk would be CONVINCED he accidentally fucked a Blackfyre & now has a particularly politically dangerous bastard² baby. So Egg is an Egg all his life, until the rare occasions Dunk gets his hands on Tyroshi dyes (Egg desperately misses the hideous shade of green he had for 2 months) (he has a blank canvas for dye!). So Ser Arlan dies, Egg is even more of a mouthy little shit to the lords than in canon. Lyonel's assumption about Egg's parentage is actually correct. Dunk actively tries to hide his baby from the Targaryens, but he cant help but mention, when it's brought up that Maekar's eldest is missing, that Dunk understands for he wouldn't be able to imagine anything happening to his own child. This piques the princes interest. So they (quite pathetically) follow Dunk around, falling for how cute he is with his son. & after a while Maekar is like waiiit i recognise that tall knight!!! OMG THAT WAS A DECADE AGO & HIS PALE HAIRED BRAT IS 10.

[beanabouttown]

[keyfili]

PETER CLAFFEY as SER DUNCAN THE TALL A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms S1.E4 "Seven"

[alwynno]

[kwistowee]

PETER CLAFFEY as SER DUNCAN THE TALL A KNIGHT OF THE SEVEN KINGDOMS | S1 BLOOPERS

[sod-st1ll-sleeping]

i continue my dunkbaelor sheet

my boy dunk is really bad at taking compliments so when months into his secret relationship with the king he got hit with “the handsomest knight of the seven kingdoms” lets just say man couldnt mumble a coherent sentence for five minutes

[usergambit]

PETER CLAFFEY as SER DUNCAN THE TALL A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms S01E01 - 'The Hedge Knight'

[keltbh]

[manzkageking]

Omega!Dunk gets pregnant, but he doesn't know who the father is, I mean it's between 5 people, but alas he doesn't which

[raethereptile]

Sir Duncan was a tall, strappin' lad when Baelor first met him. It is, after all, his defining feature to the casual observer. And that was as a hedge knight, who went hungry more often than not, and had little opportunity to train with those that could truly push him. But after a year of three square meals a day, each one larger than what three men could put away, and solid training with the Targaryen guards, and even Kingsgaurds, Baelor's swore sword was larger than ever.

Where before most men only came up to his chin, the last growth spurt had Duncan towering over even Baelor and Maekar with their Martell inherited height, neither of them coming up to the top of his chest.

And the breadth of him. He hadn't just put on a healthy weight since coming to the Redkeep, but also muscle. He was broader than most doorways in the keep now, having to turn sideways to walk into the Hand's solar when called.

The Hand's Half-Giant, many called him, and Baelor couldn't disagree. It really was extraordinary. Imagine, he thought to himself as he watched Duncan heft his sparing partner over his shoulder like he weighed little more than a feather, how large he would have grown if he could have eaten well from childhood.

Maekar is twitching next to him, and it's been ages since they'd fought together. (It's been well over a year since Ashford, and Maekar had avoided sparing with him since, and that was against eachother, not with, so even longer than that. Far too long). And he's been itching to face off against the mountain of muscle that is his sworn sword for some time himself.

It doesn't take as much effort as he thought it would to get Maekar into the ring. Baelor has just a moment to worry about Maekar's desire to fight Duncan over ruling his desire to avoid fighting with Baelor, before Dunk and Maekar in on eachother with a crash of steel that has him swearing and jumping in to join the spar.

Perhaps the 2-on-1 was a bad idea.

Duncan holds up very well against the two princes, and the spar is pretty evenly matched between Duncan's youth and strength and the princes experience and raw talent. Right until Duncan seems to decide that if they're going to play with unfair odds, then he should get to fight dirty.

Sir Duncan is a fine knight. But Dunk from Flea Bottom is a force of fucking nature.

(Baelor is slightly disappointed, as he watches Dunk punt Maekar half across the training yard with a single kick, that he doesn't remember much of the trial at Ashford. He would have enjoyed seeing Aerion getting the shit kicked out of him like a street rat).

And then all thoughts vanish from his mind, as Dunk fully picks him up, all but one handed from the lack of effort he's showing, and he has just enough time to realise he's looking down at Duncan for a change, who looks beautiful with his head between Baelor's legs with a mischievous smile on his face. Enough time to realise he's suddenly so hard it hurts, 0 to 100 in no time at all, with a simple lift of Duncan's arms.

And before he can feel any way about that, he's suddenly left all his organs behind as his body goes flying away from Dunk (did he just throw me??) and is crashing into Maekar, who had got back to his feel but was now on the floor with Bealor in a pile of limbs and broken dreams.

And Bealor can't help but laugh from pure joy. My man is so strong, he thinks to himself, as he fails to separate himself from his swearing brother and stand.

And if he's thinking about Dunk throwing him around in a more pleasurable setting, well, that's his business.

[emryses]

listen to me. this is my final message to you. when you are at your lowest a fictional guy will come to you and when that happens you must start putting them in situations. this is the meaning of life.

[fishfingersandscarves]

help him...

[groovygrumpyghoul]

no masters or kings

when the ritual begins

[viaartelleism]

Dunk is what happens when you're pure of heart and full of compassion (you get the femc harem treatment)

[keltbh]

four pages for ser duncan the tall!

[maryblackwood]

did someone say age gap april

[maryblackwood]

it’s age gap april

[plumebeat]

The swords kissed and sprang apart and kissed again [...] steel rang, steel sang, steel screamed and sparked and scraped [...] A red flower blossomed [...] "Come on, come on, my sweetling, the music’s still playing. Might I have this dance, my lady?”

Jaime III, A Storm of Swords, George R. R. Martin