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Tags: Fluff, pining Dunk, first love, slight jealousy.
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The moment Dunk realised that he had developed a crush on you, his best friend, he immediately tried ignore it.
He thought that if he pretended he didn't have feelings for you, they simply would just poof! Disappear.
And oh, how wrong he was.
Over time, he learned to live with his secret feelings for you, though he still feared you might figure it out due to how obvious he was despite his efforts.
Which was something old Ser Arlan never got bored of teasing him about.
Dunk was not the brightest tool in the shed, Ser Arlan had always reminded him of that, and he had a tendency to trip over his words and feet - and that was on his good days.
When he was around you, he acted like a blundering fool.
It had suddenly become more difficult to string a coherent sentance around you, and for some reason, he found himself falling flat on his arse or knocking things over (including you on a few occasions) due to his nerves.
He knew it must have been a comical sight for Old Ser Arlan to watch him, a bear of a man, act like a damned blushing maid.
And when Dunk saw another man talk to you…it made him feel hot, his chest too tight.
He would unintentionally loom behind you like a massive storm-cloud, glaring at whoever was pulling your attention away.
Dunk wasn’t good with words, so a lot of his affection and concern came from touch or acts of service.
And scolding. He wasn’t great at verbalising feelings, especially concern or worry when it came to you.
‘You’re too clumsy for your own good.’
‘Don’t wander off, where I can’t see y’a!’
‘I’ll clout y’a if you do anything reckless like that again!’
When Dunk wasn't stumbling about like a bull in a China shop or worrying sick about you, he spent his time hanging onto your every word.
Every touch, brush of your hand against his or pat on the back made his heart thump faster.
Dunk was quiet and shy, despite his height, so he sought your approval in small ways.
He would wake up extra early so he could mend your clothes if they were torn.
He would always scoop an extra ladle of stew into your bowl at dinner time, even if that meant he got a little less.
When he was sparring with you, he would purposely trip over or fall so that you could win.
Dunk was always the first person at your side if you were injured, even in the most minor way.
He would fuss over little nicks and cuts as if they were life-threatening (and tried not to blush at the feel of your skin under his fingers).
One time, you had fallen and split your lip. When Dunk found out, you were certain he was going to pass away from stress as he dabbed away the blood and scolded you for being clumsy.
It was then, when he was tending to your split lip, that he came closer than ever before to confessing his feelings.
The sight of your pretty face - so close to his that he could feel your breath fan his face while his thumb brushed over your soft, warm bottom lip, made his mind temporarily stop working altogether.
And when you gazed back up at him with that curious look in your bright eyes, he found himself leaning in...
Until the coughing of old Ser Arlan broke him from his trance.
Dunk all but scrambled back, hurriedly finished cleaning your cut and spent the rest of the day as far away from you as possible, scolding himself for being so damn obvious.
He just prayed that you didn't notice.
And you didn't.
But the way Ser Arlan wiggled his eyebrows at Dunk showed that he definitely did, and he was not about to let Dunk off the hook, tease-free.
Dunk wanted the earth to swallow him whole.
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