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eviladolescent

“fuck, kid, i can’t believe we’re doing this..”

vhagars-dementia

Maekar Targaryen's greatest hits: "OOUGH", "HA🦆HA🦆huh", "eugh🙄", "oh", "Hhhh-" and "idiOT!"

overly-obsessed-with-you

That first OOUGH has me DOWN

julez-5

Dragon Princes’ Wife Masterlist —Baelor & Maekar Targaryen

Baelor Targaryen x wife!reader x Maekar Taragryen

content: Your life is never dull with two husbands and eight children. Especially when you take in to account the blood of the dragon that flows through their veins.

parts(in timeline order):

⤷ mama, papa & maekar

୨ৎ we were done!

୨ৎ a daughter?

୨ৎ better than this

୨ৎ what would you do without me?

extras:

⤷ resolving conflict

୨ৎ how did it happen?

୨ৎ who's their favorite?

୨ৎ the empty space (if the trial of seven happend)

୨ৎ the truth (if the King denied Maekar's marriage)

୨ৎ the stags' wife (if Lyonel’s betrothal happened)

julez-5

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!

Another Part

more dragon princes’ wife content

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

the-darklings

In the modern au, I imagine people went wild when ls was introduced to the public as being engaged to baelor.

Now...yk how people go wild on the Internet and love making edits of famous people???

How do you think modern akotsk would react to finding out people make thirstrap edits of ls? 🤣 or even just fan pages of her?

Oh, bet people went feral when you were introduced publicly as Baelor's fiancée.

Think about it: You're gorgeous, mysterious, from this powerful Northern family that's usually very private, significantly younger than Baelor (which of course sparked ENDLESS discourse). Within 24 hours of the engagement announcement there are already fan accounts, TikTok edits set to Beyoncé songs, Twitter threads analysing your fashion choices, Reddit forums debating whether this is a "gold digger situation" (it's not, you're wealthy as hell in your own right, but misogyny gonna misogyny ykyk?).

Baelor: Deeply conflicted. On one hand, he's possessive in his own controlled, mature way and does not love that thousands of strangers are making thirst trap edits of his fiancée. There's one particular edit set to "Partition" that makes him physically uncomfortable. On the other hand, he's a PR professional who understands this is actually good for the family image. You're liked, people are obsessed, it humanises the Targaryens in a completely new way, to a completely new gen. He tries to be mature about it. He really does, but then he sees another edit where someone slow-mo'd footage of you at a gala and added some absolutely unhinged caption and he's just... "Can people please stop objectifying my fiancée on the internet." Ultimately accepts this is the price of being public but definitely has your Instagram comments turned off.

Aerion: He's already obsessed with you, already systematically trying to break you and Baelor up, and now there are THOUSANDS of people online also obsessed with you? He's in a perpetual state of "that's MY thing to be weird about." He 100% has burner accounts. Multiple. He has a whole hidden folder of the edits saved but only really good ones. The ones that capture something about you that he recognises—the steel beneath the beauty, the way you look when you're annoyed, that particular smile that's more feral threat than warmth. But he's also violently jealous that other people get to openly thirst over you while he has to hide how he feels. These random people on the internet can post "i would let her ruin my life" with zero consequences, meanwhile he has to pretend he's just politely tolerating his uncle's fiancée at family dinners. He definitely makes comments to you. "Saw your little fan club is growing. There's one with 2 million views, very flattering." In that tone that's half-mocking, half-possessive, designed to get under your skin.

Maekar: Deeply uncomfortable with the whole thing and refuses to engage. Makes one gruff comment about "the dignity of the family name being reduced to internet spectacle" and then never discusses it again. If someone tries to show him an edit at a family dinner he just gets up and leaves the room 😭

wxnheart

𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 - Sanguinius

You were a baseline human of little renown compared to the others but adequately capable of defending yourself if need be.

And yet these skills, while nothing particularly noteworthy, were enough, you were enough; you were necessary, one cog of many all in the name of the Emperor. He protected and you served Him and the Imperium faithfully to the best of your ability.

Was it the Emperor's Will, then, that you were to be with the Blood Angels, the devoted sons of the Great Angel himself?

Was it the Emperor's Will, then, that despite your little renown, you enjoyed some proximity to the winged Primarch himself?

You saw it as an honor to be close to greatness for it was an honor... until it no longer was. Until you unknowingly became so much more.

You didn't see it then, did you? No, you didn't. You were too engrossed in your work, too busy being human to notice how everything around you had nearly stopped because he did. Because he, the Great Angel himself, took notice of you and hadn't stopped. His stare, always penetrating and paternal, was now inscrutable to his sons. It wasn't long before they picked up that this occurred around you. And only you. What was happening to their gene-sire?

Of course, Sanguinius made himself known to you (as if you weren't painfully aware of his presence already). He was genial (but he's like this to people most of the time, yes?) but you knew your role and tried not to let the attention get to your head. The conversations on your part were... pitifully awkward. You meant well. You really truly did but you kept your distance out of courtesy (and fear). That was a mistake.

You didn't see it then, did you? No, you didn't. You didn't see the face of an angel fallen, the dark shadow of his gaze, a look so... predatory and possessive it might have impressed the likes of even Kurze. You didn't see it but his sons did. And all became aware of your significance.

You didn't put two and two together when you noticed his sons kept a wide berth but were around always. Were they... were they watching you? They observed but they didn't. They loomed but were ghosts. They were present and not present all the same. Of course they were. Of course. They knew not to question their loving sire. They knew not to linger too long for fear of incurring the wrath of the Great Angel (he's glared stared at people for even mentioning you) and to keep tabs on you at all times. And it was all according to plan.

Said plans were made without your knowledge. Said plans were made to sequester you, to protect you from harm at least for Sanguinius' sake. And his sanity. His face became harsh with each passing day and the mask of the Great Angel became harder to wear.

You didn't put two and two together until it was too late, until at last, alone in your thoughts, did heaven descend unsuspectingly and embrace you tightly with beautiful wings and bright gold.

He wouldn't hurt you, he promised. He wouldn't hurt you, he'd keep you safe, away from harm. He'd keep you safe and you would be happy and content. With him. Sanguinius. The Emperor’s son.

You didn't see it then, did you? No, you didn't, not until you saw the earnest devotion... and the dark obsession that lay beneath, the mask of an angel fallen. And you knew then not to question nor reject the Great Angel.

Was it the Emperor's Will, then, that you of little renown had become one of the crown jewels of the Blood Angels and its Primarch? You didn't know and perhaps you were too scared to ponder it but it was enough. It had to be. Because just as the Emperor protected, you served and served you did diligently.