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  1. Public Bookmark 34

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    This fic could happen in S01E01

    Dunk could not, and did not try, to make an effort to silence himself. This was too new, too raw, too good for him to feel ashamed. Sighs and whimpers fell from his lips steadily, and he yelped when Lyonel gave a playful bite to his tummy, just on this side of painful. The undignified noise earned him another burst of roaring laughter

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  2. Public Bookmark 62

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    Lyonel had driven in the eye of a storm, once. And he had been afraid, of course. But he did it anyway. The storm is blue eyed now. And he's afraid once again. Will he drive in ?

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    "Within every man, there are many men". What kind of man will Lyonel Baratheon be in front of Ser Dunk ?

    [following the serie's episodes with Lyonel's pov]

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  3. Public Bookmark 77

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    “Well, what you said was –  a hundred gold. To the man who sticks you best.”

    That peaked Ser Lyonel’s interest at last. He had a wild look about him, gazing up at Dunk through a cascade of salt-and-pepper curls, skin blushed from drink and glistening with sweat.

    “Man. Beast. God. A giant, perhaps.” 

    "Yes, but –" Dunk tried to swallow down the nerves in his throat, “What’d I have to do for that? To stick you best.”

    Lyonel’s lips split into a grin that bared his teeth, a flash of white in the dark.

    “You think you can take the likes of me, lad?” 

    Dunk is completely oblivious to Lyonel coming onto him, until he isn’t.

    Or: many metaphors fit both fighting and fucking in somewhat equal measure.

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    02 Feb 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 41

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    He should be on his way. He has to search the sea of merchants for an armorer; he has to find the coin to buy armor, which will mean finding someone willing to offer a decent price for Sweetfoot; he has Egg back at camp, and though Dunk was younger than him the first time the old man left him to see to the needs all men have, it would be poorly done to leave the boy too long by himself.

    He should be on his way, but he lets Lyonel take him by the arms.

    No kind of armor can shield Dunk from the dark and searching eyes of Lyonel Baratheon.

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    “Then why the fuck are you in my tent?”

    “…Supper?”

    The Laughing Storm’s hospitality goes slightly beyond a meal and a dance.

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