Giving Ser Duncan the Tall A Well Needed Bath
(ser duncan the tall x reader)
summary: After a long walk down a longer road, you insist the party must rest in an inn where you convince Duncan to finally wash that hair of his.
warnings: this is just fluff xoxo technically GN Reader but there is some feminine adjectives used! ily dunk dunk my stink
word count: 922
authors note: hey guys I'm starting to figure out formatting i think... someone come talk to me please... say something in my requests box please... i’m so lonely...
When you joined Egg and Dunk on their adventure, you brought many things to the party. Good conversation, a helping hand to brush the horses’ hair, but most conveniently, coin. After a long day of traveling, the three of you find yourselves in a small town. It had been a bit too long for your tastes since you’d properly washed up, and you could smell that it’d been far longer for your companions. Docking the horses onto a fence, you turn to them, fixing your gloves,
“Right, so, why don’t we go get a room in the inn?”
Dunk looked a bit hesitant, knowing he didn’t quite have the coin to spare. “I-I’m not sure, I think we can make do under the stars…”
You huff, “Let me rephrase. We’re getting a room in the inn.” and with that, you take Egg’s hand and turn on your heel to walk towards the inn, leaving no room for discussion.
After a while, the three of you found yourselves in a cozy room with two beds. You dump your bags on the floor and turn to Dunk, who’s making himself comfortable testing the bed. He shifts his fingers through the sheets, fiddling with the loose strings. Every once in a while he’d glance up at you as he often did. He couldn’t help it, you were just so pleasing to look at.
“Well?” You say, startling him out of his trance, “ready to hit the bathhouse?”
Dunk’s eyes widen- if that was even possible, “The what?” Surely you weren’t implying you’d be going together with him, it wouldn’t be proper for a looker like you and a man like him to… He shakes his head slightly, looking back at you, searching your face for any hint of jest.
You sit beside him, ignoring the way his legs touch yours, “Dunk, I suppose it’s time I tell you this… It’s something I’ve been thinking about for a while now.” You say, putting a friendly hand on his shoulder. “You stink. Bad.”
He sighs, he’s more than aware he doesn’t smell that great. He hasn’t had the opportunity to wash his gear properly, but to have someone so pretty as you tell him… his ego has been shattered. Either way, he knew he had no choice but to agree, not that he’d ever willingly pass up the opportunity to bathe with you anyways.
The two of you make your way to the bathhouse, it was a rather small pool with steaming water in it. It was pretty deserted, as most adventurers weren’t bathing midday. Duncan glances at you hesitantly as you start to disrobe, not quite knowing what he’s supposed to do. He ends up staring at the wall for so long that you were well into the water by the time he’d snapped out of his thoughts. He awkwardly disrobes before sitting at the opposite side of the pool, looking everywhere but at you.
You clear your throat, voice echoing through the room, “Dunk, why don’t you come over here? I got proper soaps from the stall outside.”
“Yeah- yes. Of course.” He glances around, before wading his way to your side.
“You’re acting strange. Don’t be nervous, it’s only me.” You try to soothe, giving him a cut of the bar of soap you brought.
It’s only you. He thinks as he washes himself, Don’t you understand? That’s the issue! How could one person be so captivating? Why am I here? I shouldn’t be here!
After a while it becomes obvious to you that if you wanted anything to happen you’d have to ask straight out. The man was just sitting there silently, looking at the bar of soap as if it cursed his bloodline.
“So… won’t you help me wash my hair?” You try, scooting slightly closer to him.
“I can try” He responds with a hesitant smile, the tips of his ears reddening “I’m not too experienced.” Well that was glaringly obvious, wasn’t it?
Dunk gently puts the soap on his hands before putting them on your head, slowly sliding his hands up and down your hair. “Why don’t you just do it like you do when you wash your hair?” You say with a little laugh.
“Uh- I don’t…” He mutters, “I don’t really…”
“You don’t wash your hair?”
“It’s short for a reason…” He grumbles, trying his best.
You shift, immediately facing him, “Okay then it’s been decided, let me wash your hair first. Turn around.” You say without hesitation, already reaching for the soaps.
Before Dunk knew what was happening, your hands were in his hair, massaging some nice smelling soaps into his head. He melts, slumping back onto you with a sigh. Whatever sort of witchcraft you were performing on him was miraculous. Every once in a while he’d twitch under your touch, shivers going down his spine. You rub some oils into his hair as well, massaging the extra into his neck and shoulders. A half an hour passes. You try to drag on the moment as long as your patience permits, but eventually you realize the sun is starting to set and Egg must be getting rather lonely.
“Dun-” You start, quickly cutting yourself off when you glance down at him and see him completely asleep against your chest, eyes fluttering shut in a state of bliss. You didn’t have the heart to move him, you’d never seen him so relaxed. It was at that moment you knew you’d have to make bathhouse trips more frequent.
