Nicked_it



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    “Well?” Ser Lyonel chuckles.

    “Well ser?” Dunk parrots, confused. The lord barks another laugh.

    “Go on then, after her,” he smirks with a shooing motion. Dunk blushes a hearty red.

    “Oh- uh no, no milord I should not,” he stutters out.

    “Why ever the hell not?”

    Duncan has no response beside more blushing and stuttering. Which it seems is response enough.

    Ser Lyonel leans forward again, catching Dunk’s gaze from where he’d lowered it— a wild and delighted smile slowly dawning across his face. Dunk feels his blush reach his ears. I’ve been kissed before, he means to protest, but it sounds childish even in his mind.

    AKA Maiden Dunk gets his world rocked.

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    The thing about plastic chairs is that they weren't a great substitute for an actual bed; the other thing is, Robert can't exactly afford to be picky and even if he 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 the internal debate is still ongoing as to whether or not he deserves a mattress at this current point in his life.

    So, the plastic chair stays and is staying for the foreseeable future. Besides, it's charming - in a depressing, minimalism-that-is-totally-not-a-reflection-of-his-inner-sense-of-worth way.

     
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    The fic where Robert has chronic pain and Flambae has warm hands. The two of them will figure out what to do about that eventually, right?

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    05 Mar 2026