Update: after I reblogged this someone messaged me offering me tickets to the sold out Hausu screening with a Q&A and autograph session with the director
Roger, it’s not for me - it’s for my friends — please bring good luck to the folks that I follow on here, they need it far more than I do. Thank you. :)
WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITHOUT ME?— Baelor & Maekar Targaryen
Baelor x wife!reader x Maekar
Valarr, Aerion, Daeron, Egg x mother!reader
content: Your whole family has gone to shit in a matter of days without you, but they shall not worry you are here to fix them all…or perhaps they should be a little scared that you have come to fix everything
words: 1.6k
cw: none, everyone just getting put into their place and forced to apologize for the events of the Tourney of Ashford that has taken place without you.
author's note: you are both maekar & baelor's wife and all of their children are yours (you live with constant high blood pressure). this was so much fun to write and I hope you enjoy!
Duncan stood before the table still very much confused as to what a Trial of Seven was when a an anger voice reached all within the hall, “Where the fuck are they?”
He watched as all three Targaryen men's shoulders tensed at the voice, suddenly you appeared in the doorway, little Egg and Ser Roland following behind you. The anger was evident on your face, clear as days, your eyes wide jaw clenched as you moved forward.
“You cannot handle them on your own for a few days!” you exclaimed angrily.
Dunk’s eyes flickered down to the boy beside him, “Who is that?” he whispered
“That’s my mum.”
You pushed the anger from your face turning to the two Lords of the Reach, “If you would excuse me I wish to talk to my family alone.”
The two men nodded and hurried out of the room as you turned to Ser Roland, “Fetch me Daeron and Valarr,” you commanded as the two eldest Targaryen’s shared a glance before standing making their way to you.
“Why Valarr, my love?” Baelor asked gently, reaching a hand out to you.
You swatted his hand away glaring at both the men. Dunk was now even more confused than before. If you were Egg’s mother then you must be Maekar’s wife…then why was Baelor referring to you as “my love.”
“He is the one who wrote about this shit show.”
“Of course he is,” Aerion muttered from the table.
Your burning gaze turned from them “If I hear one more snide remark from you it will be the last one we all hear because you'll be going to the wall, understood?”
He huffed out a breath before slumping in his chair crossing his arms over his chest as he nodded. He no longer resembled the vicious prince from earlier, but instead a child who had been reprimanded.
The hedge knight now wished you had been here this whole time. You finally set your sights on him and he flinched slightly, “What is your name?” you questioned.
“Dunk… Ser Duncan,” he stuttered out.
Maekar finally called out your name, and the knight instantly noticed how soft it sounded even coming from the man’s mouth. You ignored him, your eyes squinting as you stared at the large man, “Well, please take a seat, Ser,” you said kindly.
Valarr and Daeron had now arrived to join you all.
“Mum!” Valarr exclaimed happily, voice cheerful as he was the only one not bound to feel your wrath to tonight.
Duncan who now sat next to Egg looked to him in confusion, “How is she your mom and Valarr’s?” he whispered, but it wasn't very quiet as Maekar had heard him.
The man scoffed, but his youngest son got a reply out before he could, "She's married to both of them, Ser,” he said, hoping the man would drop the conversation there.
He didn't.
“To both the princes!?” he exclaimed. The young boy only nodded, shooting him a look urging him to be silent so that he could keep his head.
He had heard of Aegon the Conqueror having two wives,but had no idea that the brothers shared a wife. That seemed like something Ser Arlan should have mentioned or even Raymun on his rant about the Taragyen family earlier. He now looked at the children and could see small pieces of you in each of them, everything piecing together slowly.
He watched as kissed Valarr’s cheek slightly, and even cast Daeron a small smile as they also took a seat now the only one standing was you, and with one look alone the room became quiet. Duncan felt as if he was intruding on a family affair, but didn't dare argue with you.
“How did you manage to get here so fast?” Maekar asked, causing you to roll your eyes.
You took a deep breath, “The three of us will talk afterwards for now were going to go in order,” you turned your sights on Daeron who seemed to sober up immensely upon your gaze.
“Why is your brother bald?”
He scratched the back of his neck, then you turned to Aerion, “Do not get me fucking started on your behavior. When is that acceptable?” you asked, raising a brow. Now you turned to the youngest, “Must I tie you to your fucking bed post to prevent you from running off again?” Finally you now looked at your two husbands, “And you two! You cannot manage to keep your sons in line for a few days without me? Youre just as fucking bad as the rest of them.”
The silence was suffocating as everyone watched the wheels turning in your head. You turned to the hedge knight, “You struck Aerion because he broke a woman’s finger?”
“They were–” Aerion started, but didn't get very far as your head turned back silencing him once more.
“But!”
“Listen to your mother!” Maekar and Baeleor both commanded sternly, causing him to sulk back into his seat.
“Yes that is my recall, my lady.”
“Withdraw your accusation, Aerion,” you now commanded.
His eyes widened, “But he hit me!” he whined.
“Did you lose any teeth?”
“No.”
“Are you gravely injured?”
“No.”
‘Did you perhaps deserve a good knock upside the head?”
“Yes,” he whispered, crossing his arms.
You smiled nodding your head toward the Hedgeknight, ‘I withdraw my accusation,” he said, begrudgingly causing you to nod. “Great, we will discuss your punishment for the horse later, go clean the damn blood off yourself.”
He sighed standing to his feet, but before he could leave you moved forward cupping his face gently in your hand whispering something to him which caused him to frown slightly, but nod. You pressed a kiss to his temple and then he was gone.
“What else was there?” you now asked, turning toward Baelor and Maekar once more.
“Daeron accused Ser Duncan of stealing Aegon,” the elder reminded you, causing you to hum.
“Aegon, did you willingly go with this man?” you asked.
“Yes, mum,” he told you.
“Apolgize to your father for running off.”
He turned toward Maekar, “I am sorry for running off father,” he told him.
The man only grunted until his eyes met yours, “Do not do it again,” he told him.
“Now hug him.”
Egg stood hugging him, and Dunk couldn't help, but notice how awkward it looked especially in comparison to the gentleness you just used with Aerion. The boy then moved, hugging your legs tightly as you pressed a kiss to his bald head, “Go prepare for bed and I will come discuss your punishment with you.”
He nodded, moving out of the room. You now pinched the bridge of your nose slightly before setting your sights on Daeron. “Where is your brother’s hair?”
“I shaved it off. We were going to hide out at an inn until the tourney was over.”
“And your brother ran off and you just stayed there?”
“He told me he was leaving. I lied to father, because I didn't want him to gwt angrier at me.”
“Apolgize to your father.”
“I am sorry for lying and worrying you father,” he told him, his voice filled with genuine honesty.
Maekar nodded slightly, looking at you. “Go to your chambers and if I find you drinking tonight I will pour water over your head.”
He nodded standing to his feet, you moved to him hugging him gently like you did the other two before sending him on your way. Then you looked to your eldest, “Have you done anything?” you now asked, a slight smile playing on your lips.
“No, but I would like to point out I was right,” he declared standing to his feet moving next to you.
“That you two would perish without her,” he kissed the side of your head before moving out.
Duncan was now terrified as your eyes turned to him, along with your husbands. “I do hope you do not make it a habit of striking royalty, Ser Duncan. It is a fast way to lose your head,” you started with.
He swallowed harshly, eyes widending, “Of course, Your Grace. I mean–” he continued to splutter over his words.
“Seven hells she knows what you mean shes not a fucking idiot,” Maekar hissed.
“Maekar,” you chided, causing him to grunt leaning back in his chair.
You stared at the hedge knight, your eyes scanning him causing him to squirm, “I would like you to swear your sword to Baelor. It will show your loyalty to House Targaryen and can be seen as a punishment,” you decided. Ducan took it gratefully doing as he was told before leaving, a servant be instructed to find the man a chamber and draw him a proper bath for the night.
Now it only left the three of you, “Honestly what the fuck would you two do without me? You’d probably both have let that foolhardy play out on your own.”
Both men stood making their way to you, as they trapped you between them, “There is a reason we both married you,” Baelor teased, moving to lean in, but you wormed way out of your hold.
“Not tonight. You two will be left to your hands for release, that is your punishment,” you called out before leaving the room, going to visit each of your children like you had stated earlier.
Maekar sighed leaning moving to his chair letting out a groan, “We are never traveling anywhere without her again,” he said, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“We are in agreement on that. Can you imagine what would have happened if she hadn't arrived?”
Maekar chuckled slightly, “I do not wish to find out.”
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