Some Have Boobily Greatness Thrusted Upon Them
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“Recoveries are long and troublesome. Months. You won’t be able to play pickleball with Aegon for a long time.”
“I already can’t play pickleball with him, or squash with Aerion, or tennis with Matarys. This is the problem. These are the problems.” Maekar gestured angrily at his own chest. “They go everywhere.”
Baelor knew this. Baelor appreciated them going everywhere—immensely.
Or: The one where Maekar has anime jiggle physics.
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Bright light. A blunt pain. Already he wished to fall back to sleep, preferably resting his weary head upon two pillowy, brotherly mounts. He gingerly reached up to touch the throbbing heat at the back of his head.
“Oh, I wouldn’t do that,” said a voice attached to a face attached to a boy—Allan, Aaron, Arby?—sitting by his bedside. “It was pretty gnarly. The nurse had to shave a lot of your hair off. Father is devastated. He fears that your already thinning hair won’t survive the regrowth.”
Aerion took advantage of Baelor's concussed state by lying to him that Maekar, his brother-husband, had been married to Dyanna Dayne all along. Baelor took it as well as you'd expect.
This oneshot chronologically takes place before the main story!
Hammeranvil Week, Day 3: SPOUSE
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- Part 2 of Some Have Boobily Greatness Thrusted Upon Them
- Part 3 of SweetSalt's Hammeranvil Week 2026