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pinkthrone445 · 6 months

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~I'd do it all over again if you're with me~

Pairing:Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Gender: little bit of hurt, a lot of fluff.

Warnlings : (+18) strong words, mention of period blood, Fertility Treatments .

Summary:You and Melissa had been married for a while and you decided to have a baby, but things weren't as easy as you thought.

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It was an open house season at the school where your wife worked, you were fascinated to see her talking to parents and some children, her love for them was natural, there was no one who brought out a more loving side of her than the children. Which made you wonder what she would be like with a child of her own, you knew what she would say, that she was very old to have children and that the stage for that in her life had already passed, but she said the same thing about marriage months before proposing to you.

When Christmas came, you decided to pop the question while she was playing with your nephews

-"THEY ARE SO GOOD, SO GOOD, YOU SEE!

SO I WILL EAT THEM IN A BOX.

AND I WILL EAT THEM WITH A FOX.

AND I WILL EAT THEM IN A HOUSE.

AND I WILL EAT THEM WITH A MOUSE.

AND I WILL EAT THEM HERE AND THERE.

SAY! I WILL EAT THEM ANYWHERE!

I DO SO LIKE GREEN EGGS AND HAM!

THANK YOU! THANK YOU, SAM I AM."-she finished reading the story doing funny voices while the children laughed, bewitched by your wife's charms, just like you were watching her.-"Now go wash your hands so we can eat dessert"-your wife said to the children as they ran laughing, one of your nephews got up and walked over to where she was sitting, the redhead gave him her full attention-"everything all right, little one?"

-"Yes Aunt Lissa"- Your nephew responded and played with his little hands looking at your wife with eyes that would conquer anyone - "Someday you will invite me to your house to eat green eggs and ham? My aunt says you cook very well... Pleaseeeee?"-He pleaded and the redhead laughed, hugging him and kissing his forehead

-"Of course, kiddo, but first go wash your hands so we can eat what we all prepare for today"-the little boy smiled from ear to ear and ran off happily. Carefully you approached your wife and sat on her lap running your hands down her neck, she hugged your waist smiling

-"Hello gorgeous"-she whispered and gave you a brief kiss on your lips

-"Hi... You know, you're always beautiful, but especially when you're with kids, I love to see you interact with them... You look so happy. I wish we had one of our own..." - You whispered against her lips and the redhead let out a big laugh

-"I think it's a little late for that... Instead of a son I'll have a grandchildren if I try to have kids now" - she continued laughing but when she saw your seriousness, she stopped- "oh, you're being serious..."-she looked you in the eyes and you nodded- "love... I'm too old for this, my body isn't the same, I can't have children anymore..."- she whispered so as not to attract the attention of your family who were in the house

-"But we are both women and I'm at a very good age to have children... Tell me this is everything you imagined for our life... Tell me that you didn't imagine a family for us, because I have, many times, I want to have a babywith you. Imagine what it would be like a little you or a little me running around the house, their laughter filling every room, you teaching them to read and how to make me angry, also teaching them how to get out of trouble. Imagine me pregnant, my hormones will be through the roof, which would make things very interesting... I know you don't quite agree, but I ask you to at least think about it, please, for me... Remember how much you love your family, your nana, your sister even though you fight a lot. You love big and loud families, and I'm loud, I know, but our family it's little. You'd be an excellent mom if we do this, please think about it"- you whispered and kissed her lips.

-"I'll think about it, for you" - she answered and you hugged her

-"Thanks..."-You whispered

That was almost a year and a half ago, after thinking about it for a bit, Melissa tell you that she wanted to have children with you, so you started doing everything to start the fertilization. The more the redhead thought about it, the more excited she was to be a mom, because she was going to be a mom with you, have a family with you.

At first everything was very exciting, the treatment, the changes, the care, your hormones through the roof, the excitement of being a mother. But little by little, when the treatment began to fail, it all felt like too much. It was the third time it failed and your body and mind were tired, you didn't feel the same anymore and you wondered if it would be worth it to keep trying, you didn't know if you could take more disappointments.

You were naked in front of the bedroom mirror, your butt and abdomen were full of marks and bruises from the needles of the treatment. You'd done everything you'd been asked to do, you had done strict diets, Mel helped you prepare meals and ate like you so you didn't feel alone, gentle exercises every day, injecting hormones, consuming vitamins, folic acid, you lowered the hours at work so you didn't get so stressed, you slept more. You did everything you were told and nothing worked. This was the fourth time you were restarting treatment and you didn't know if you would be able to do it again if it failed. Your mood was awful, seeing your body so marked with bruises made you angry knowing that it wasn't giving results, going to see Melissa at school and seeing so many children made you sad and angry, not being able to eat what you liked also made you be in a bad mood, the pain you had in your body and tiredness put you in a bad mood, If the redhead touched you, it bothered you, but if she didn't, it also bothered you. It bothered you that even though you were dieting, you were gaining weight, your breasts and abdomen hurt. Everything bothered you. It bothered you that despite all the effort, nothing was working.

-"Here I have the injection, love"-your wife spoke entering the room and stared at you, carefully she approached you and hugged you from behind giving you warmth and protection with her body, resting her head on your shoulder and looking at you through the reflection of the mirror-"you are so strong and so beautiful"-she whispered and kissed your cheek, your eyes filled with tears

-"If this fails once again, I don't know if I'll be able to keep doing it Mel... Everything hurts and I feel very tired, I don't know if I'll take one more disappointment. I know that at the beginning it was my insistence and my idea that led us to this, I know that you have also been excited about being a mom and I still think that you will be an excellent mom, but my body is not working and I don't know how much strength I have left to keep trying"-you whispered crying and your wife hugged you tighter, she didn't like to see you sad or in pain

-"It's okay, I still appreciate everything you've done for us, you're very strong... If this doesn't work, we could look for other alternatives, maybe adopt or we can think about it later, but for now let's focus on finishing this treatment, yes? Let's not get too far ahead of ourselves, let's live the present love." - She whispered and you nodded letting her give you the daily injection, closing your eyes because of the pain it caused you. Carefully, she knelt beside you, her lips rested on your skin, kissing each and every mark that was on your body, paying special attention to those in your swollen abdomen making you smile a little, you delicately stroked her hair and sighed

-"Thanks Mel, you always know what to do..."-You whispered and she got up hugging you again

-"It's my pleasure, baby. What do you say if before we leave for work, you get dressed and let's get one of those waffles that you miss so much?"-the redhead commented and your eyes shone with excitement nodding and kissing her happily.

Mel had faith that this time it would work, but her hopes were dashed when her cell phone alarm rang off to work, she quickly turned off the alarm and turned on the bed to hug you and give you a few kisses, so you would wake up in a good mood. But when you moved your body to hug her, a red stain was seen on the bed sheets. It was already the fourth time you had seen this in the time of the treatment, that meant that your period had started and that the fertility treatment was not successful. You sighed, Melissa tried to hug you but you got up quickly to go to the bathroom and got into the shower closing the door behind you. Quietly but quickly, she changed the sheets by putting them in the wash and putting new ones on the bed, she also prepared a change of clothes for you, and then she walked over to the bathroom door. Even though the door wasn't locked, she knocked softly, asking for permission to come in

-"Amore? Can I come in?"-She asked and when you didn't answer her, she came in closing the door behind her. She silently removed her clothes and came in with you, taking the soap and washing your body with a lot of love, so much so that you couldn't help but start crying

-"I'm so sorry Mel, I'm sorry. I really wanted to start a family with you, but I don't know what's wrong with my stupid body" - You said in a trembling voice and she hugged you tight

-"Don't say that, ever. Your body is perfect and you are very strong for doing this. I wanted it too, but there are other ways to get it. I know you're very tired mentally and physically, so let's take some time off and then we'll see how we decide to continue. Do you want me to stay home with you today? We can call your work and mine and stay here, sleeping, watching a movie or whatever you want... I can cook anything you want, Yes?"-You really wanted to stay home, but the next day you had a doctor's appointment. Even though it was a check and you already knew what you were going to be told, you would need your wife's help to do it because you didn't know if you could do it alone.

-"I really want to, but tomorrow I'll need it more, we have the doctor's appointment... And I don't know if I'll be able to miss two days in a row at work... So I'll leave it for tomorrow" - You whispered and she nodded, helping you finish the bath.

Throughout that day, Mel kept an eye on you with messages, brought you food, and also picked you up at the end of work. You were so grateful for her care, but you didn't even feel like breathing at the time, so when you got home you just went straight to bed and stayed there. The redhead lay down next to you and hugged you throughout.

You knew it was difficult for her too, she was as excited as you were and that had hurt her too, and if it were up to her, she would have put her body to keep trying, if only it had been possible. But she saw firsthand how much the treatment had affected you, hurt you, so she would be supporting you through everything even if she was hurting too.

That night the two of you hugged each other and cried yourself to sleep.

The next day Mel tried to wake you up with a delicious breakfast, but your appetite was still non-existent, and you had a lot of nausea and abdominal pain, so you didn't eat. With great heaviness and sadness you got up, your eyes were swollen from crying and the nausea from the treatment had worsened more than other days. You almost burst into tears when you went to the bathroom and saw that you were still getting your period.

Upon arriving at the hospital, the redhead held your hand at all times whispering sweet words while caressing your back with her free hand. When the doctor called you, you were sure that if it wasn't for your wife's help, you wouldn't have been able to get out of your chair, even walking felt too heavy for such a dreary day. You already knew what they were going to tell you, but having it confirmed by a doctor made it more real. You and Melissa explained what had happened the day before, but the doctor insisted on continuing with the tests. When he took out the gel and put it in your stomach, a shiver ran through your body and Melissa squeezed your hand tighter. She couldn't take her eyes off the screen, but you didn't want to see or hear anything, you didn't want the weight of reality to crush you.

-"Can you repeat it?"-Mel's voice brought you back, Why did she want the doctor to repeat something as painful as that the treatment had failed? You looked at her confused and then at the doctor

-"Congratulations, you're going to be moms" - he pointed to the screen, showing a bean-shaped dot-"The treatment worked and your baby is growing as it should, now you will have to have different types of controls and diets, but we will see that later. Congratulations moms!"-the doctor told you and Melissa looked at you while you looked at the doctor

-"B-but what about my period? It started yesterday and it's still going on, I was told by previous attempts that when my period came it meant that the egg wasn't fertilized and that I had to try again or end the treatment definitely" -You spoke nervously, trying not to get your hopes up

-"Was it darker blood than normal? "-He asked and you nodded-"thicker?"-you nodded again-"It's something normal, when the baby settles down to start growing, he lets out what no longer serves him and that's what you're letting out now and seeing on your pads, it doesn't always happen but it's normal. That's another sign that the baby has already gotten comfortable to continue growing"- the doctor spoke and you looked at Mel excitedly, the redhead was smiling from ear to ear and crying

-"We're going to be moms" - you whispered in disbelief

-"We are!" - She said excitedly and hugged you tightly.

The next few months were both exciting and tedious, but it was all worth it. Vomiting, nausea, pain in your back and feet. But you started eating more things you liked, sex was much more pleasurable, your breasts grew bigger, and your abdomen started to grow. Mel couldn't keep her hands away from you, let alone when the baby started to move. Even though it was the sixtieth time the baby had done it, she was as excited as the first time. The two of you took advantage and bought a thousand things to pamper the baby, even the other teachers of the school when they found out, they made a babyshower party for you two.

When the baby was born, you both were happy to see a healthy baby girl, she had your eye color and her hair color, big red hair like your wife. If you thought Melissa looked lovingly at you, she looked at your daughter with love and adoration. The two decided to call her Lissa, because of the end of Melissa's name and how much she looked like her.

Despite everything you two had to go through, it's something you'd do again to see her this happy again and for your daughter to grow up with siblings.

You were certainly not wrong when you said that Mel would be a great mom, nothing made her happier than coming home to be with you and the baby, or when you surprised her and went to see her at school.

Melissa was the one who got up the most times at night to attend to her and the one who changed her diapers the most often. You loved the days when the 3 of you would take a bath together or watch Melissa make up songs to sing to your daughter

-"You know, I know you know, how much we expected you, how much I wanted you, I know you know. You know that sometimes there are disagreements, but when there is a union of two souls, it brings light, light like you. You know that when you arrived you changed the color of my mornings, and the smell too."-you laughed listening to her -"How can I explain to you the love I have for you, it cannot be compared, it is a love that has no limits. I watch you as your mother rocks you, it makes me feel strong to see you grow. The love I have for you, I let it show in this song"-Melissa sang to your daughter every time she came home from work and she could hold her in her hands, your daughter watched her intently every second, touching your wife's face with her little clumsy hands. That was one of your favorite songs. Seeing Mel happy with your daughter, it was your favorite thing.

~Years Later~

-"Here comes mommy! Go say hello to her"-you said to your little three-year-old daughter as she watched your wife leave school. Her little red ponytail moved back and forth as she ran to her mother. Your wife opened her arms and lifted her up, hugging her tightly against her body. Barbara smiled at her friend and showered your daughter with kisses making her laugh

-"Mommy I missed you so much! Auntie Baba! You all(are) making me ticklee!" - she laughed between the two women. Carefully you approached your wife laughing

-"Leave my princess alone, she's already drunk two boxes of apple juice and she's going to pee" - Your daughter nodded and made little hands to Barbara who picked her up with pleasure. Your wife kissed you smiling and put her hand on your big belly, giving him a kiss as well.

-"I missed you all... How are you feeling?" - she whispered over your lips before kissing you again

-"The little guy is kicking like crazy but I feel good, I think this one will look more like me but he will have the Schemmenti character without a doubt, he is not born yet and he is already hitting everything he can"-you laughed seeing her surprised face

-"Our daughter looks like me and has your humor, but when she gets angry, she also has your character"—she laughed as you gently punched her arm-"and that's why I love her so much" - She kissed you again and you laughed-"Let's go home? I'm planning to make those gnocchi that you and the baby like so much, what do you say?"

-"Mommy! Can we invite auntie Baba fol dinel? She told me that next yeal I'll be with hel in school! And she can teach me now all the cool games! Pweeeease?" - she begged you two with big puppy eyes

-"Of course, my love, Aunt Barbara can go home with us to eat and while she teaches you all the games, Mommy and I will do some things together... We have to take advantage of having a free nanny to have some alone time before this one arrives"-Melissa whispered touching your belly and Barbara gave her a bad look, making you laugh.

#melissa schemmenti x you #melissa schemmenti fanfic #melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti #abott elementary #Abott elementary fanfic

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frankcastleonlyfans · 2 years

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𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

pairing: aemond targaryen x daemon's daughter!oc (dad!daemon x mom!reader au)

summary: alyssa does not know how babies are made. fortunately, cousin aemond is always there for her <3

warnings: allusions to sex, mentions of pregnancy, slight corruption kink (?), aemond getting a boner

author's note: should i write smut? i noticed i have never done an actual sexual thing in this series, so i'm wondering if i should. is it something you guys want to see or should i keep it family friendly? 😏

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Recently, Alyssa received the news she is to become an aunt. Cerelle and Rhaegon are expecting a child.

But then she wondered, how did that happened?

Cerelle and Rhaegon have been married for three years now, and this is their first child.

And Helaena and Aegon already have the twins, but she is pregnant again.

Alyssa knew that a woman needed to be married to create a baby, but why it took her brother and sister-in-law so long? And how did they actually did it?

Alyssa tried asking her Septa, but the old lady said the same thing she always says when it comes about pregnancy; "You will find out when you marry some lord."

But would she? Alyssa was becoming too old to marry, and no lord could ask for her hand.

Because when she was 15, the King announced her betrothal to Aemond, to seal the peace between his brother and the Queen, and also between the Eye Ripper Lady and the One Eyed-Prince.

The marriage that never happened, the smallfolk so called.

But Daemon forbade the wedding to go on, and Viserys did not let the princess be free to marry someone other than his son.

And the Rogue Prince said; "So we will wait for you to die, brother."

Daemon thought his brother did not have much time forward, so he chose to wait patiently for the King to perish, than let his beloved daughter marry his fucked up nephew.

And technically, that makes Alyssa still betrothed to Aemond.

And fearing she would never have the answer for her questions in the proper way, she decided to ask her cousin and sister-in-law.

The girls were enjoying tea inside the Women's Hall, and Alyssa made use of the short moment that neither her mom, nor the Queen, nor their septas were in the room.

"How does a lady come to be with child?" Alyssa asked, directly.

Cerelle gasped, almost choking on her tea.

Helaena frowned, her eyes leaving her embroidery to look at her cousin.

"Alyssa, what a question!" Cerelle scolded, "That is a subject only for married women."

"I know, but why took you so long to get pregnant?" Alyssa was genuinely curious, and that amused Helaena.

"Books are knowledge's best friend. But not always the answer can be found in them. The library is the books' best friend." Helaena said, in riddles, like always.

Alyssa sighed defeated. She left the Women's Hall and went to the library. But not to look for her answer, again, but to find distraction so, she could free her mind from that unceasing curiosity.

And she found him there.

Aemond being in the library at the very same time as her was starting to get under her skin. But in a good way.

He said he has been going there for years, and yet they have never crossed each other, until these past months, which now they have been doing often.

They kept a friendly relationship ever since they apologized to each other, but neither of them mentions the kiss.

"I hope you're not reading about dragons again." Alyssa murmured to get his attention.

The prince closed the book he held in one hand, and his eye met hers, "I hope you are not losing your sleep again, it is noon yet."

"I'm just annoyed, thought I could find some distraction here." She smirked, hopping on top of the huge table in the middle of the room.

Aemond left the armchair he sat, and stood next to her, leaning himself over a bookshelf.

"What happened?"

"You can't help me. Apparently it is a matter for married people only." Alyssa shrugged, balancing her legs in the air.

Aemond chuckled, "I am a very vivid man, cousin. Maybe I can have your answer."

"Do you know how does a lady come to be with child?"

Aemond felt the air vanish from his lungs. He was expecting anything but that.

"Cerelle and Helaena won't tell me, there is no book about pregnancy here, my Septa, who apparently is supposed to teach me everything, will not, and something is telling me not to ask my parents about it." The girl whined.

Aemond smirked. The idea of corrupting that feisty little thing crossed his mind, and he felt his pants getting tighter to that thought.

"The answer to your question is quite indecent. Do you really want to know?"

"Yes!" Alyssa grabbed his shoulders excitedly.

Aemond almost groaned to her touch.

"First, a man and a woman need to have sex. Then, the man will spill his seed inside of her. His seed grows a baby inside the woman's womb." Aemond licked his lips, watching the girl almost crashing to so much information.

"Wait! They need to do what? What kind of seed? How does a seed become a human being? You're not making any sense, Aemond!" Alyssa frowned.

Aemond placed his hand on her thigh, caressing it softly with his thumb.

"Would you like me to show it to you?"

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fl3shm4id3n · 1 year

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𝓘𝓽 𝓦𝓪𝓼 𝓜𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓣𝓸 𝓑𝓮

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐢𝐱 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

ᴊᴀᴄᴀᴇʀʏꜱ ᴠᴇʟᴀʀʏᴏɴ x ᴀᴜɴᴛ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴀᴇᴍᴏɴᴅ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ x ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: Targ!cest (Aunt and Nephew), underage drinking, medieval themes, Driftmark events, angst, a pinch of fluff. Jacaerys being a sweet heart. Reader being a little menace, forced marriage, erranged marriage.

Author’s note: I’ve been thinking a lot about Jace, so I decided to write a fic with him in it. I also wanted to as some what of a dark!(?) Aemond x reader, I might make a part two of this :P

Since you were a child and on your own most of the time, your nephew Jace had always included you in his interests and he’d get interested in yours. After his training he’d go and see what you where up to. He’d get his brother Luke to come hang out with you as well.

Jace was always a gentleman towards you, he’d open the door for you, pull your chair out for you, he even has picked you up once in the garden when it had rained and there was puddles of mud, so that you didn’t get your dress dirty.

You were also there in the dragon pit with your brothers and nephews, that was when they decided to play a prank on Aemond, it was a harmless jest right? After you went to talk to Aemond about it all being a joke, he was not happy, he has yelled at you, calling you all sorts of names that you don’t even remember what they were. You just laughed and shrugged it off because he was upset about a pig dress as a dragon.

Even though the family was splitting, you tried to be by his side no matter the cost. When Aemond had lost his eye by the hands of Luke, you weren’t present, you were in your bedchamber’s passed out drunk from the drinking you have been doing with your brother Aegon.

You were sleeping, not hearing the door open and close. Then the bed had a bit of movement, feeling a light shake and your named being whispered. “Jacey? What are you doing?” you asked as you sat up, getting a good look at him. “What happened to you? You look like you came out of a bar fight” you said as he had a sad look on his face. “I came to say goodbye Y/n/n” he said sadly, this made your blood run cold. “what do you mean?” you asked, now scared.

“Mother says we’ll be going to Dragonstone” Jace said with a frown on his face. “But you can’t leave” you said hugging him tightly, afraid that he’ll disappear, tears had now flooded your eyes. He hugged you back. “I have to go were my family goes, I’m sorry” he said as you sobbed, hugging him tighter. “We’ll meat each other again, I promise” he said as you sniffed, using the sleeve of your gown to wipe off the tears and snot.

“Can I do something?” Jace asked as you nodded. “Close your eyes” he said, you gladly obeyed, waiting until you felt a soft pair of lips touch yours. It was quick, it made your stomach flutter as if you had eaten butterflies.

The next morning your family left back to the Red Keep, you along with your siblings headed back on dragon back. You found out what happened, Aemond claimed a dragon that it wasn’t for him to claim, the price he paid was by loosing his eye. You didn’t really care, what hurt more was the pain in your heart.

Back home, you didn’t leave your room until it was time for you and Aegon to go to the Tavern. You drank your sorrows away and cried. You missed Jace already, Aegon encouraged you to drink more which you gladly did. He was the one who had carried you to an Inn that night for you to rest while he went to a brothel.

The next morning you went to break your fast with Aegon, with a major headache from the drinking. That’s when you saw Aemond’s missing eye, that would leave a scar for sure. You didn’t really eat, you just drank wine to get over the headache. Then you left, not bothering to asked to be dismissed, before Alicent could stop you, your father told her to leave you be.

𝒮𝒾𝓍 𝒴𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝐿𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇

Today was going to be long, Veamond Velaryon had petitioned the crown to be named Heir of Driftmark, you didn’t care much until you heard that Rhaenyra and her sons will come. You got excited, Jacaerys was coming. You were basically jumping of happiness. You wore your red dress and added a body chain that displayed between your chest. Hopefully he still found you pretty like when you were children.

You explored the halls, trying to find him, you were nervous. What did he look like? Did he still have his freckles? Was his button nose the same? Was he still shorter than you? Then you felt a warm hand take yours, quickly turning to see who it was, it was him, the boy now man you were looking for.

Jacaerys Velaryon in the flesh “Hello, Y/n” he said as you stared at him, he had grown taller, way much taller than you. His once button nose was now slim, and he had a few visible freckles, he also grew in a jawline, he was stunning. “H-hello... Jacey” you said feeling your face heating up. You also caught how his voice had got deeper too.

“You look, lovely my lady, short hair really suits you” He said as he takes your hand, bringing it to his lips, kissing your knuckles. “Thank you, you had gotten handsome yourself” you said as you looked into his eyes, those beautiful brown eyes. It may not be proper for the two of be being alone together but you didn’t care, you really missed him.

Then you both hugged, his embrace was warm “I’ve missed you” you admitted as he stroked his delicate fingers thought the short strands of your hair. “I missed you too Y/n/n” how you missed that nickname, he was the only person who had called you that.

You didn’t want to go to the trail, you just wanted to spend time with him or even take him to the tavern to catch up, but he convinced you to go. You wanted to stand by him but he protested, insisting that you stand by your family, finally you had agreed.

During the trial, your focus was on him, he’d also look at you from time to time. You were standing between Aegon and Helaena, while Aemond was behind you. It felt as if it was only you and Jace in the room, so close but yet so far. “I see that you saw your lover” Aegon whispered in your ear causing you to smile. Aegon knew how you felt towards Jace, you had accidently told him one night that you were drinking at the tavern drunk and just spilling whatever you had to say.

Then your Uncle sliced Sir Veamond’s head clean off, due to him calling your older sister a whore and her sons bastards. “He deserved that” you said to yourself but Aegon heard you, making him laugh as Otto had yelled for your Uncle to be disarmed.

You heard about the dinner, it made you more happy, being able to share a dinner with your other family, also Jace will be there. When it was time for the dinner, you got there as quick as possible, you spotted a seat that was empty, Jace was occupying the chair on the right, before you could take that seat, Aegon had sat down, then next to him his sister-wife Helaena, then their was an empty hair between Aemond and Helaena.

You sigh sadly and just sat down on the chair, you also noticed how Aemond was looking at you. Ever since that day from Driftmark, you noticed how your older brother would try to be a part of your activities, but you never really cared much if he was around. Why would he want be involved with you when he had Mother’s attention.

The king was carried in, as you stood up along with the others. Toasts had been shared and the night was going peaceful. As you drowned on your wine, you saw how Jace excused himself and walked over to you, the offered his hand out to you. Gladly you took his hand allowing him guide you to the empty floor for a dance.

Aemond turned his seat and watched you dance with the Velaryon boy. During the whole dance he just stared at you both dance, and stopped when your father had been carried away to his bed chambers. Everything was moving smoothly until a roasted pig was placed in front of your brother causing your younger nephew to chuckle.

After your brother had called your nephews Strong, causing a small brawl. After the brawl was stopped by your uncle, you walked over to Aemond, angrily and shoved him as hard as you could causing him to nearly fall. “You fucking twat!!” you screamed angrily, not carrying if they all saw, you were upset. Then when your cousins and nephews, you went after Jace.

“Jacearys!” you said catching up to him, he gestured his brother and cousins to leave the two of you alone and they gladly did. “I’m sorry for Aemond” you said looking down embarrassed. “It’s alright, tis not your fault” he said as he picked up your hands and held them. You sigh, still feeling responsible for your brother’s out burst. “I was thinking of going to the Tavern I go to, would you like to join me?” You asked looking into his eyes. “I’d like to Y/n/n” he said leaning in and kissed your cheek lightly, feeling your face heat up.

When you departed, an hour or two has passed, you had woken up from your nap and got ready to sneak out with Jace. After you had finished tying your boots, someone walked in, you assumed it was Jace, but it was your brother Aemond.

“Didn’t your mummy teach you to knock?” you said as you got up, checking yourself out on the mirror. Aemond just hummed as he watched you “you are going out?” he asked as you rolled your eyes “Isn’t it obvious?” you said as you went to reach your hood. “With that Strong boy I assume? What a shame, he along with the rest of his family had left.” You stopped in your tracks and looked at him.

“You’re jesting aren’t you?” you said looking at his face, he was serious. Jace had left? What is a last minute thing? You wondered as you’re distracted, Aemond was now standing in front of you, lifting your chin to look at him. “I also wanted to deliver you better news.” He said with a grin, this made you shiver. “What may that be?” you asked shaken by his grin.

“We are to wed, we’ll be husband and wife” he said with a sinister like look. You backed away from him “No, it- it can’t be” you said turning away from him, not wanting to look at him. “It is, we were meant to be together, and now we’ll fulfill it” he walked towards you placing his hands on your shoulders. “It was meant to be” he whispered it in your ear, feeling your eye beginning to water by these news. You were suppose to wed Jace, not Aemond, but you had no other choice but to obey.

“Fine, I’ll be your wife but in one condition.” You said frustrated. “What may that be?” Aemond asked as he turned you around, lifting your hand to his lip and kissed your knuckles. “I’ll be your wife, but I will never be your woman” you said, he only smiled, seeing that you had agreed to this. “Of course, anything for my soon-to-be-wife.”

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Of Dragons and Maelstroms

Themes and Warnings: slow burn, enemies to lovers, blood, violence, explicit language, sexual violence, period-typical misogyny, sexual themes, smut, tension, marriage, jealousy, pregnancy, childbirth, miscarriage, attempted sexual assault, breastfeeding, major character death, divergent timelines

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood/Game of Thrones characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Chapter Fifty

The title "Princess" felt foreign to Maera, and hearing it directed at her by various courtiers from noble houses left her with a curious sensation in her stomach. It was a reminder of her new role and the responsibilities that came with it. Still, she carried herself with grace, accepting the curtsies and acknowledgments from those around her.

However, there was one new title that she cherished—being addressed as "Aunt." As the royal children, Jaehaerys and Jaehaera, made a brief appearance at the celebration, they greeted her as such. Maera's heart warmed at the endearment, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for the silver-haired twins.

Maera delighted in dancing with the little Prince and Princess, a child held securely on each hip. It was a heartwarming and joyous moment, and she felt a sense of belonging within the royal family, even as she adjusted to the new titles and roles that had been bestowed upon her. While twirling on the dance floor with her new niece and nephew, Maera glanced back at Aemond, who was smiling at her fondly as he spoke with his grandfather, Lord Otto.

Her smiles were genuine as she continued to interact with the noble attendees, making her way through the crowd. Across the room, she spotted her brother Luthor, who had been engaged in conversation with Lord Borros of House Baratheon. Upon making eye contact with his younger sister, Luthor respectfully withdrew from the conversation he was having, yet as he approached Maera a serious expression adorned his face.

When he reached her, he bowed formally, showing respect and courtesy. Maera felt a mixture of emotions at this gesture, a combination of pride for her brother's chivalry but also a sense of sibling camaraderie.

Maera couldn't help but groan, her playfulness shining through. "Brother, not you too! This is ridiculous. Such formalities with your own sister."

Luthor chuckled, a glint of amusement in his eyes, as he retorted, "Well, you should be glad I'm at least aware of the formalities of the court." He grasped her hand in his before his attention shifted to the golden and sapphire ring on Maera's hand, a gift from Aemond. He couldn't help but inquire, "Are you truly happy with the marriage?"

Maera responded with a hint of sarcasm, "Well, nothing can be done about it now." But she saw that her brother's worries weren't so easily alleviated. She placed her other hand on top of his and offered a warm smile. "You needn't worry," she reassured him.

Luthor gazed at his sister, a more serious expression crossing his features. "I have just been informed that I am betrothed to one of Borros Baratheon's daughters."

The news caused concern to wash over Maera's face, her brows furrowing slightly. However, she quickly masked her initial reaction with a warm smile, for her brother's sake. "Congratulations, Luthor," she uttered, her voice carrying a forced cheerfulness. Curiosity lined her words as she inquired, "Do you know which daughter is intended to be your bride?" Internally, she beseeched the Gods for mercy, hoping against hope that Floris wasn't the chosen match. The mere thought of her as a sister-in-law left Maera unsettled.

With a nonchalant shrug, Luthor admitted, "I do not know. Not like it matters anyway." A deep sigh followed. “I thought I would have more time… before being tied to a marriage.”

Maera's eyes softened, her hand reaching up to rest on his shoulder. She empathetically shared, "I know that feeling well." Encouragingly, she added, "Be positive. Your bride might bring you great happiness. And a union with a Baratheon is a strong match indeed."

“If you say so, Princess,” Luthor replied in a defeated manner, a rueful smile on his face. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, sweet sister. I think I need to find more wine to help me come to terms with my impending future."

He bowed once more and walked away, leaving Maera with lingering feelings of guilt and sadness for her brother. She understood that her marriage to Aemond had played a role in Luthor's betrothal, and that weighed on her, even amidst the celebration of her own nuptials.

She quickly shook her head in an attempt to get rid of those thoughts, painting a smile on her face as she continued to exchange pleasantries with the nobles she hadn’t had a chance to speak with yet. As the festivities progressed and the sky grew darker, Maera observed the lively atmosphere in the room. Music filled the air, and the guests seemed to be thoroughly enjoying themselves.

She graciously accepted a dance offered by Lord Borros Baratheon, much to the apparent dismay of Prince Aemond, who watched the entire interaction from across the room, a goblet in his hand and a brooding look across his face. Maera raised her eyebrows at him in response, a look that spoke the words of ‘well, what do you want me to do?’ The Prince then strolled away, tension evident in his posture, continuing to address the nobles in attendance of the event.

During their dance, Maera took a moment to express her gratitude to Lord Borros for agreeing to a match with her brother. She acknowledged how graciously the Lord had accepted Aemond’s marriage to her, and commended Lord Borros for tactfully securing not only another Targaryen Prince for one of his daughters, but also a brother of a Princess.

Lord Borros did not seem particularly interested in Maera’s words, instead casting his dark eyes onto her form, his touch lingering as they continued their dance. Maera remained focussed through it all. She would indulge the Head of House Baratheon for as long as she could if it meant securing a decent future for Luthor. Stealthily, she asked Lord Borros about his daughters’ health and education, information which he seemed all too happy to provide her with.

Maera then subtly maneuvered the conversation to mentioning her acquaintance with the Lady Floris, and although she described her as educated and kind, these were not the thoughts Maera actually had in her head. She implored Lord Borros that he could surely procure a better match for his most beautiful daughter, to which Lord Borros seemingly agreed, after having his ego massaged. Maera relished in her victory, ensuring that Floris was not chosen as Luthor’s bride. Her diplomatic skills came into play as she worked to secure the best outcome for her family.

As the dance with Lord Borros concluded, Maera's gaze shifted across the room to find Aemond engaged in conversation with two unfamiliar noblemen. The Prince’s stance displayed a subtle tension, his expression usually stoic as his fingers lightly gripped the golden glass in his hand.

The men he was engaged with presented a noticeable contrast. One was an older noble, his bald head adorned with a distinguished grey beard, while the other was a younger man with clean-shaven features and a head of yellow-blond hair. They both wore attire in pale red and blue, featuring the sigil of moons and stars, a telltale sign they were the blood of House Tarth.

With a feeling of curiosity, Maera approached the group, her fingers lightly grazing Aemond's arm as she took her place by his side. The Prince, initially on high alert, swiftly turned to see who had joined them, his demeanor softening as he realized it was his bride.

Despite the tension in his body language and the imposing impression he might have given others, Maera was not intimidated.Their eyes met, locked in a silent exchange. Maera's green eyes held a mix of interest and concern as she tried to decipher what had Aemond so tightly wound.

As she turned her attention to the guests, the noblemen bowed to Maera, something she was still not used to, no matter how many times she had witnessed the gesture that evening. With a warm smile, Maera addressed the noblemen, "Forgive my intrusion, my Lords. I simply wished to personally express my gratitude to those who attended our wedding."

The younger lord mirrored her grin before exclaiming, "Gods! It is as if the late Lady Viserra stands before us. The resemblance is uncanny."

A warm fondness lit up Maera's smile at the heartfelt comment. She, of course, knew her mother and aunt were twins, but to hear the comparison being acknowledged caused Maera’s heart to swell with love for her mother and her Targaryen kin.

The delicate situation with House Tarth, and their concerns about one of their islands being part of her dowry to the Targaryens, was not lost on her. She realized the importance of handling this interaction with care, as House Tarth's allegiance was not set in stone. Maera needed to find a way to maintain a positive relationship while navigating the delicate political landscape.

Thankfully, her new network of spies had been useful in this matter. The young stablehand had gathered information whilst tending to the Tarth Lords’ horses, eavesdropping and collecting snippets of information when assisting with the luggage from the carriages.

Maera gracefully engaged in conversation with the young Lord, her smile bright as she conveyed, "Although we have never met, my late Aunt Viserra spoke fondly of you in her letters, Lord Edwyn. I know you were a dear friend to my cousins, Gods rest their souls."

The young Lord nodded, confirming her assumption. Lord Edwyn then gestured towards his father, stating, "My father, Lord Bryndemere." With a respectful nod, Maera acknowledged the older Lord, who, to her surprise, did not return the courtesy.

Aemond, sensing the disrespect, was poised to intervene, but Maera subtly squeezed his arm as a warning. Directing her attention back to Lord Bryndemere, she softened her expression.

“I never had the pleasure of meeting my Uncle Byron in person. But I know he was a good and kind man, and how close you were with him, my Lord. My late Aunt said you shared a bond like brothers,” she conveyed with sympathy, hoping to bridge the gap. At this point, the older Lord acknowledged her with a respectful nod. Maera, pleased with the progress, smiled to herself, sensing a thaw in the conversation.

When engaging in small talk with the Tarth noblemen, her demeanour exuded a sense of confidence, and her pale, round face reflected genuine interest. Maera remained at Aemond's side, her hand stroking up and down his arm with a feather-light touch, both physically and emotionally connected to him, a silent unity in their presence.

Maera gracefully steered the conversation, aiming to create a connection and dispel tension with the Evenstar. Commenting on her dowry, she asserted, "The Straits of Tarth will prove a valuable asset to the Green's cause." Expressing confidence, she added, "I am sure Prince Aemond has conveyed his gratitude for Tarth's acceptance of this agreement."

Lord Edwyn began to reply, but his father scoffed, dismissing his son's input and mumbling, “Well, we hardly had a choice.” Taking a sip from his goblet, Lord Bryndemere gruffly asserted, "The seat of Morne should have gone to one of my sons or a true noble on Tarth, not some Targaryen who knows nothing of the land."

Aemond, his jaw clenched, warned the Lord, "Tread carefully, my Lord." Through gritted teeth, he reminded, "Any slander against House Targaryen is insult against your King, and could be considered treason."

To diffuse the tension, Maera interjected, "I actually agree with Lord Bryndemere."

The unexpected statement left the three men looking at her with a mix of confusion and shock, creating a momentary pause in the interaction. The dynamics in the conversation began to shift, and Maera's ability to navigate the situation showcased her resilience and strategic thinking.

Steering the narrative of their chat, Maera continued, "House Tarth does not know us well, and we do not know House Tarth. How can trust and alliance be built between us?"

Aemond fixed his singular violet eye on Maera, his curiosity evident, while Lord Bryndemere arched an intrigued eyebrow, curious about the direction of Maera's words.

Maera then directed her attention to Lord Edwyn, inquiring, "Correct me if I am wrong, my Lord, but your good Lady wife blessed you with a son six moons ago, named for your father?" Lord Edwyn nodded, confirming her accuracy.

Taking in the information, Maera added, "I am sure the baby boy is as strong as the Evenstar he was named for," eliciting a subtle smirk from Lord Bryndemere, seemingly proud at the compliments he and his kin were receiving.

Building her proposal, Maera suggested, "As the young Lord will one day inherit House Tarth, he should have a strong wife by his side." She glanced at Aemond, who appeared perplexed, before refocusing on the Tarth nobleman and continued, "I would like to make you an offer."

For a moment, the newly-wedded couple locked eyes, Maera's emerald-green gaze meeting Aemond's single violet one.The Prince, his voice firm in High Valyrian, questioned, “Skoros issi ao itetan?” What are you doing?

Maera, undeterred, flashed a reassuring smile, responding in the same tongue, “Pāsagon issa.” Trust me.

Returning her focus to the noblemen, she declared, “Aemond and I will fulfill our duty, producing as many heirs as we can for our House. If a daughter is born, it would be our honour to pledge her to House Tarth, leading her to eventually becoming the Lady of Evenfall Hall.”

Lord Edwyn gasped, clearly eager for the prospect of such a significant alliance. “A most judicious offer my Prince, Princess.” He looked to the older lord for consent, seeking approval through subtle facial expressions and gestures.

To secure Lord Bryndemere’s agreement, Maera added to her terms. “We shall ensure she is well educated on the customs of Tarth and the isles. Prince Aemond rides the largest dragon in the Seven Kingdoms, and dragonback is quicker than travelling via ship. Our daughter could visit the island as often as we see fit.” She then turned to look at the one-eyed Prince, a soft smile gracing her face. “My one request would be that our daughter becomes familiar with the little lord before entering into marriage, so they may find happiness in each other’s company. Just as I have with my husband.” Husband. It was the first time she referred to Aemond by that title. She couldn’t help but smile as the word left her lips.

The older lord, initially gruff and resistant, experienced a softening in his facial expression as Maera presented her generous terms. Eventually, after a moment of tension, Lord Bryndemere relented. "It would be an privilege, Princess.”

Maera's diplomatic prowess successfully navigated the negotiation, leaving a positive impact on the Tarth noblemen. Her face lit up, expressing her joy, as she mentioned, "I will speak with my father tomorrow to draw up the agreement."

As she revelled in her victory thanks to her strategic negotiation skills, she was surprised to feel a firm squeeze on her upper arm, turning to find her husband’s hand wrapped around it. Confusion etched her features as Aemond appeared tense and annoyed, his tense shoulders giving away his agitation. The Prince asked the Lords to excuse them, leading her to a secluded balcony, away from the bustling party atmosphere.

The balcony, set against the backdrop of a dark night sky adorned with stars, provided a serene yet charged atmosphere. In the distance, the dragons Vhagar and Ēbrion engaged in an aerial skirmish, seemingly fighting over a carcass. The night air carried the distant roars and flapping of wings, underscoring the intensity of the moment between the newly-weds.

Aemond had taken himself to the edge of the balcony, fingers drumming against the stone. Agitation began to bubble within Maera as she watched the Prince gazing at the squabbling beasts in the distance, perplexed why Aemond had dragged her away from the conversation from the noblemen of House Tarth.

Eventually the Prince turned to her, brows furrowed with frustration, his tone serious as he questioned, “Gaomagon ao pendagon ziry iksos sylvie naejot kivio īlva riñnykeā mijegon issa skorȳso?!” Do you think it is proper to pledge my child without my consent?

Maera scoffed, instantly responding, "I am pledging our child, a child that may not even come into existence, to keep the peace and align House Tarth with the Greens' cause."

Aemond hummed dismissively in response, arms folding across his chest, but Maera stood her ground, her green eyes reflecting determination and perhaps a hint of defiance. She implored him, “Ao daor sagon vēdroso. Ziry iksos nykeā udrimmi kȳvanon.”You cannot be angry; it is an advantageous plan.

Aemond countered, jaw clenched. “Nykeā dīnilūks naejot nykeā quba āeksio iksos daor sȳz va syt zaldrīzes.” A marriage to a minor lord is not good enough for a dragon.

Their words clashed like swords, and the atmosphere became charged with tension as both Aemond and Maera, as stubborn as each other, refused to back down. The cool night air seemed to carry the weight of their disagreement as they faced each other, each defending their perspective with unwavering determination. The distant sounds of the ongoing celebration served as an ironic backdrop to the discord unfolding on the balcony.

As Maera hissed Aemond’s name in response, an underlying warning not to push her further, their exchange interrupted by a voice calling out, "Lovers' quarrel already?"

The pair turned abruptly to find Aegon behind them, a mirthful glint in his eyes, a testament to the revelry he had been partaking in. His Targaryen features were accentuated by the wine-induced flush on his face, and his brash demeanor added an element of levity to the tension-laden atmosphere.

Aemond, despite his evident displeasure, offered a respectful nod to his brother, a silent acknowledgment of the royal presence. Maera, less enthusiastic, dipped into a curtsy, her expression revealing a mix of annoyance and compliance in the presence of the inebriated king. The interruption momentarily diffused the intensity of their disagreement, creating an uneasy truce under the watchful eye of the inebriated monarch.

Tutting jokingly, Aegon remarked, "Surely the arguments are meant to occur some time after the marriage has taken place, not on the actual wedding day." Maera stifled a roll of her eyes, sensing the King's delight in her and Aemond's disagreement. However, just to get on his nerves, Maera agreed with Aegon’s statement, eliciting an annoyed hum from Aemond.

But the King chuckled, a slight sway in his movements as he stepped closer to the pair, before eagerly expressing, "I hope the pair of you will become enamored once more in time for the bedding ceremony," a dark smile gracing his face. Maera's eyes widened at Aegon's words, a wave of anxiety washing over her, and stress knotting in her stomach at the thought of an audience during such an intimate moment with Aemond.

She turned to the one-eyed Prince, seeing the initial annoyance shift to disbelief and defensiveness. He took a subtle step in front of Maera, as if guarding her from his brother. Aemond’s jaw tightened as he responded to Aegon, his tone incredulous, "You cannot be serious."

Aegon grinned playfully, a glint of amusement in his eye as he placed a hand on his little brother's shoulder. He told Aemond, "It is tradition, my dear brother. And what better way to prove Maera untouched than with witnesses," shooting a mischievous glance at Maera.

Aemond reacted with anger, shrugging off Aegon's touch, the fury evident in his single violet eye underscoring his resistance to the idea. But this seemed to have no affect on Aegon, merely causing him to snicker. "Do not worry, brother. I will tell you what to do, just like when we were younger."

Maera growled in response, reaching her limit on how much more she could take. “You are disgusting.”

“But I am the King,” Aegon retorted. “And if I do not exist above duty and tradition, then you most certainly do not either.”

Maera looked to Aemond with desperation, momentarily forgetting their recent disagreement. The exchanged look between them revealed a shared sentiment—they both vehemently opposed the idea of an audience on their wedding night.

Aegon then decided that he had enough of toying with his brother and new sister-in-law, choosing to depart from the scene, calling back to them that he was looking forward to seeing them later on.

When the King was no longer in view, Maera, overcome with disbelief, wrapped her arms around herself, clutching her wedding dress tightly as she muttered, "Oh Gods."

This prompted Aemond to place a hand on each shoulder, concern etched across his face as he watched the tears begin to form in his bride’s green eyes.

“He’s going to watch us,” she whispered into the air, dread coating her words.

The Prince, his jaw clenched, responded determinedly, "No, he is not."

Aemond then looked around cautiously, ensuring they were not under scrutiny. His jaw remained tense, silver hair swaying with the movement, and his single violet eye scanned the surroundings. He moved towards a turret adjacent to the balcony, deftly shifting aside a Targaryen flag, revealing a discreet wooden door. Maera, her green eyes reflecting confusion, followed Aemond to the turret, the rustle of her wedding dress echoing as she stepped closer, curious about the door's destination.

"At the top of the stairs, take the seventh right, then the fourth left. There will be a door that leads to my chambers. Wait for me there,” he instructed her urgently. Maera had no time to react as Aemond gently pushed her across the threshold, swiftly shutting the door behind her.

Anger and frustration surged within her as she gathered up her skirts, cursing Aegon under her breath. The darkness enveloped her in the stone-walled turret, and shimmering moonlight seeped through the windows as she followed Aemond's instructions, ascending the many stairs towards his chambers.

Anxiety gripped Maera as she ascended. Uncertain about Aemond's intentions and haunted by the looming prospect of the bedding ceremony, she made her way cautiously through the silent passages.

Maera followed Aemond's instructions precisely, finally reaching a door. Pushing it open gently, the door revealed a darkened room. Inside, a maid was lighting the hearth, and she looked shocked to see Maera but quickly curtsied.

Addressing the young girl, Maera asked, "Is this Prince Aemond’s chambers?" The maid nodded in confirmation. Maera breathed a sigh of relief and then requested, "Quickly fetch my maid, Thena." The maid replied with a swift "Yes, Princess," accompanied by a quick curtsy before scuttling out of the room.

As the maid left, Maera called after her, "And some wine too, for God's sake," feeling the need to calm her nerves before the impending wedding night.

Notes: Arrggghhh I’m so sorry but this ended up being like 10k words so I needed to split it into two parts. And I want to make the wedding night perfect, not a half assed chapter. But definitely Smut next upload, I swear on Aemond’s other eye. Just editing the next chapter and hoping to get it uploaded in a few days time

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Can I ask why you ship Jon and Sansa? (I'm assuming that's what the Jonsa means in your bio) Not attacking you or anything just curious. They are half siblings and while Jon was a bit separated due to him being the bastard they still were raised together and he's much older. Ik incest and weird relationships is normal in GOT but still

i’m not much involved in the show fandom anymore, but going by medieval and asoiaf/book lore, jonsa isn’t incest. i can direct you to much more lovely people who could explain this way better if you like, but they aren’t half-siblings. ned is not jon’s father, rhaegar is. jon is lyanna’s son (ned’s sister).

westeros is very culturally against incest in all forms, but their definition of it is quite different from the modern world’s. i’m the kind of person who, when i engage in a piece of media, i try to do it through the lens of someone who would actually live there. that is why i don’t consider jonsa incest, because in westeros cousin marriage is not only accepted but extremely common. lysa, sansa’s aunt, wished to marry sansa to her cousin/lysa’s son sweetrobin. additionally, ned, lyanna, brandon, and benjen’s parents (the starklings paternal grandparents), were first cousins.

the only kinds of incest westeros and essos condemn are sibling/sibling, aunt/nephew, mother/son, and father/daughter.

i believe george intentionally didn’t make them interact at all in the chapters where they’re both in the same location. i also believe it is sansa, not arya or jeyne poole or alys karstark who is the girl in grey.

why do i ship them in a general sense? 1. i believe they are compatible and would work well together as a couple based on their own internal wants and feelings about love and marriage.* 2. if sansa is to hold some sort of northern leadership, she must marry a man who is willing to give up all of his titles + name for her so that they may continue house stark. jon is the perfect fit for that in my opinion ( @istumpysk has a great meta on this titled “find sansa’s husband”).

* “Sansa, two years older, drew the crown prince, Joffrey Baratheon. He was twelve, younger than Jon or Robb, but taller than either, to Jon's vast dismay. Prince Joffrey had his sister's hair and his mother's deep green eyes. A thick tangle of blond curls dripped down past his golden choker and high velvet collar. Sansa looked radiant as she walked beside him, but Jon did not like Joffrey's pouty lips or the bored, disdainful way he looked at Winterfell's Great Hall.” - JON I, AGOT

as for the age gap, that part does make me sort of uneasy, but i do believe george feels the same way about that. which i think is why he tried so hard to make the 5 year gap work (if you’re not familiar, the 5 year gap was a scrapped time jump that was to happen in between ADWD and TWOW). if the 5 year gap had ended up working out, sansa would be around 17/18, and jon around 20/21. their age gap may seem like a lot because of how young they are, but when you age them up just a bit it starts to make a little more sense.

hope this helps! /gen

#blogs like agentrouka istumpysk kellyvela and many more can and have said this much better than me #jonsa #anon #ask

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hi, i'm the anon who told the story of finding out im jewish only recently when an aunt came to visit and told us of how her mother (my grandma's sister) and her siblings came from poland fleeing the nazis because they were jewish. thank you so much for your reply. i kind of cried. learning about this was an Experience for me. It seems my grandma and her siblings didn't exactly want to hide being jewish, but didn't tell anyone. they didn't assimilate into christianity and didn't raise their children as religious. we didn't celebrate any christian holidays, observe any customs, but also didn't practice any jewish ones (obviously). since learning about it, my aunts and mother talked to my grandmother and asked for her story. she fled when she was about 10 around 1940 in an unlabeled merchant ship with a few other family's, only they didn't come with their parents. they dropped all their practices and grandma only broke their pretense to observe shiva when their brother passed away, and now for her sister. my grandma is a very old woman and no one wanted to upset her further, i mean she's already lost both her siblings and her only family from before her marriage, so the whole thing's been dropped by now. our aunt says their older brother actually became a practicing Jew once he moved to the big city and had a few photos of them as kids in Poland that he gave to his oldest son that she can show us, but apart from that there's no connection. It's strange, I've never been antisemitic but it feels kind of prejudiced of me to have mixed feelings on this. It feels like we got all the bad parts of generational trauma and missing stories and none of the good parts like community and a feeling of belonging. Though that does also mean we were never the victims of hate, so for that we should be grateful. It hit my mom much harder though. She's named after my grandma's sister (which is apparently a Jewish custom, to name your children after past family members? all of us are named this way. i didnt know this). I feel reluctant identifying as Jewish, I don't even know if by Jewish law I would be classified as such. Anyways.

i know this is a bit heavy, so don't feel preassured at all into replying. I just wanted to say this whole thing took place since early december of last year and your reply has kind of caught me vulnerable. thank you for your kind words. sincerely

first off thanks for writing back, it was very interesting and people so rarely ever follow up with anything these days.

One I'd like to say I'm touched by how your grandmother and her siblings stayed close over the years and you are connected to their families still. I can imagine 3 little kids from Poland in a ship with only each other, the horrible heart breaking choice their parents had to make to save them. So so many Jewish parents couldn't bare to part with their children... your great-grandparents made the hardest choice imaginable, your grandma was an incredibly brave little girl and it worked, it worked

I certainly understand feeling conflicted about it all, I can only imagine getting news that realigns your view of the world, yourself, your family, world history, and who you are. You wouldn't be human if that didn't leave you with a lot of mixed feelings and I can't tell you what to do with it.

Yes it is Jewish tradition to name children after dead loved ones, my nephew is named for my grandfather who passed a week after he was born. I'm not a Rabbi, or an expert in Jewish law, but by my understanding your mother is almost certainly Jewish since your grandmother is and you likely are as well. I've been assuming you live in America but that might not be the case, here Reform Judaism is the largest movement and tends to be pretty open about "who is a Jew" else where the Orthodox movement is most often the majority and they tend to be more strict but again I strongly think you both would be Jews.

Any ways I keep thinking of one of my favorite monologues, from Angels in America

"You can never make that crossing that she made, for such Great Voyages in this world do not anymore exist. But every day of your lives the miles that voyage between that place and this one you cross. Every day. You understand me? In you that journey is."

whatever you do with this, it is with you, every day that crossing in a boat is a little girl from Poland, that journey that she made is in your soul.

I can't tell you what to do with that, and I think it goes against the grain of my religion to tell you what to do with that. I will say there are times when the candles are lit and I look into them and I say the words I can see eternity, being chosen is not easy the path is hard, and I'm ALWAYS learning more and I will till the day I die, but I wouldn't trade it.

I guess what I'm trying to say in a super disorganized and emotional way is, a door has opened in your life, whatever you do you'll never see your grandmother the same way again, and you'll carry that story with you always. The question is do you want to know more? I think it's clear I hope you do and one day your kitchen might fill with the smells of baking challah the way your great-grandparents in Poland might have done before the war. But I can't make that choice for you and I feel bad even saying what I think.

What I said before stands you and are a miracle, and whats more a testament to love undying, so many children sent away by parents who loved them enough to save them, little pieces of ash in the wind blowing away from fires of Armageddon, really little seeds blowing out of a forest fire to grow a tree in a new world and look at all its branches. I hope whatever happened to your great-grandparents the idea of their children having a future was a comfort in the darkest moments. May their memory be a blessing.

#Jewish #Jumblr #Holocaust #asked #answered

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I have a hard time seeing how children fit in with our well rounded future, because there isn't time mathematically possible to personally watch your kids and both parents to have careers. The only way to do this is to sacrifice time, or be home to sacrifice that income, of which some of us don't need in the first place.

I also don't see a problem in keeping some traditions alive, we do it as a whole country it builds culture everywhere, I don't think we have to bury all the traditions.

marriage is a tradition, having children within that marriage and wanting to be their primary teachers and nurturers is also traditional because moms have always historically been the first teachers, and continues to be a female dominated field, even when we had just one room school houses.

I don't see anything wrong with it either. I knew from an early age I didn't want to be a mom; I knew from an even earlier age I didn't have what it takes to be a teacher! I'm not patient enough. I struggle to understand how someone can't do the things I can do and that lack of empathy is one of the things that would have made me a terrible teacher. I recognized it pretty early on.

Ironically, my husband is a teacher, a fantastic one. He's now a teacher of teachers. He's got that skill set and the patience to work with students until they "get it" and to take a concept and adjust it in different ways until he finds the one that his students can finally grasp. It's impressive. But even he realized he'd probably be a mediocre father at best so he was totally okay being the cool uncle, same as I'm the cool aunt. After his sister divorced her husband, he took on the "positive primary male role model" spot for his nephew, and they're very close. (Much like me and my niece.)

I have a hard time seeing how children fit in with our well rounded future, because there isn't time mathematically possible to personally watch your kids and both parents to have careers.

One of the things that has got to give is the 40 hour work week. Dropping it to 30-35 would give us back some of the much needed time to fit in parenting. A single income household that relies on one person being outside of the home for 50-60 hours or two people outside of the home for 40+ hours each doesn't leave enough time to parent. What I remember largely of my father growing up was his absence on weekends, because he worked a second job to try to feed his family of four. Admirable, but at the cost of his health. He died when I was 22. Never even got to see his one grandkid from my sister. That was unfair to him, but my mother was mentally ill and couldn't hold down a job either.

#childfree #dink

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Shoto and Aiko’s Relationships with Their Extended Family

This one is kinda long so I’ll be placing it under the cut~ what can I say I have a weakness for cute domestic family headcanons 🥹

Shoto & Aiko’s absolute favorite auntie to hang out with is OF COURSE Tenten. She spoils them rotten. Loves buying them candy and presents, and if she goes on a long mission somewhere far she’ll bring them back souvenirs. Usually weapons. She does not usually bring back anything else for Neji or Chihiro.

Aiko loves seeing and spending time with Gai. She’s a sunshine baby and just in general responds really well to his wacky antics. Shoto likes Gai and respects him, but he’s not as into his wild antics as Aiko.

It’s a similar story with Lee, though they both like learning Taijutsu from him. Until Metal shows up and demands to have a match with Shoto, which makes him kinda wanna jump off a cliff.

They have a pretty solid relationship with Aunt Akua and Aunt Kaori as well. For Kaori, she usually watches them when they have a play date with her own kids. Is a bit less enthusiastic as say Lee is, but Kaori cares about her friend’s kids too and will protect if necessary. Since Akua never has kids of her own, she pretty much treats Shoto and Aiko (and Metal and his sister) like her own kids. Loves playing board games and card with them. They’ll find new games and save them for when they babysit.

Anko is also pretty active in their lives. Loves taking them out to eat and treating them to sweets and such.

Naruto - loves his niece and nephew a lot, he just doesn’t have a lot of time to spend with them, what with him being the Hokage. But he does enjoy helping them out with training when need be. Shoto and Aiko have a lot of respect for him. In the Twin AU (basically Shoto and Aiko are twins cuz Neji doesn’t survive the war and I refuse to not have them both in any AU), Naruto kinda fills in as their father/male influence in their lives, especially for Shoto. (In this AU Shoto kinda resents Neji cuz he feels like he abandoned him, his mother and sister for “honor” blah blah it’s not that well fleshed out LMAO)

Hinata - Aiko absolutely loves Hinata. When she comes over to babysit she likes to bring games and snacks and just in general she has a lot of fun with her. Shoto of course also really likes her, and he enjoys training with her since it’s a lot more laid back than when he’s training with his dad or Hanabi.

Hanabi - she’s a bit like a mysterious aunt to Shoto and Aiko when they’re little, but they do have a lot of respect for her. Shoto is her heir (I kinda HC Hanabi not being interested in marriage or having her own kids really, plus him being her heir means that he won’t have the curse mark put on him), so he does spend a good chunk of time training with her, but Hanabi is always sure to try and include little Aiko in the training as well. When they are with Hanabi, Chihiro usually sends a wolf to watch over them if she can’t be there herself (or Neji, Naruto, or Hinata). It’s not Hanabi she’s worried about though, more so Hiashi.

Hiashi - Shoto and Aiko don’t have much of a relationship with Hiashi; mainly because Chihiro simply doesn’t trust him, especially with Shoto. He’s tried to kinda make it up to her and her family (attending family gatherings, making small talk with her as clan heads, etc), but Chihiro often gives him the cold shoulder or is her overly formal self. When Shoto was newly born, he sided with the Hyuga elders in trying to place the curse mark on him, and Chihiro nearly ripped his head off for it. He’s tried apologizing to her (and Neji) over it, but Chihiro does not forgive easily, especially when it comes to her kids.

Himawari - Aiko loves her cousin Himawari!! One of her absolute favorite playmates. They get along really well~ Shoto also likes her of course. Will protect if necessary.

Makoto - Chihiro’s mom is their grandmother, and she is a 10/10 grandma. Absolutely ADORES her grandkids, and helps protect them from both external and internal threats. Aiko trains with Makoto a bit more often than Shoto (since she’s Chihiro’s heir), but she tries to include them both as much as possible. If there was an adult the kiddos trust as much as their parents, it’s Grandma Makoto.

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Love how some will say that Alicent was right to demand Lucerys' eye for Aemond's eye-for-an-eye, say that this principle of "justice" was "normal" for this non modern setting, say that Alicent's demand made sense and we shouldn't criticize her for it...

And then say that Daemon having B&C kill Jaehaerys for Lucerys' murder was somehow different.

"An eye for an eye, a son for a son,” Prince Daemon wrote. “Lucerys shall be avenged."

(Fire and Blood; "A Son for a Son")

So here we have both persons work from eye-for-an-eye.

Lucerys was younger than Aemond. Just as Jaehaerys was younger than Lucerys.

Yet Alicent gets out scot free for her actions in the moral debate?

Jaehaerys' murder and how it went down was both blood-chilling and tragic. It was also a direct response to Lucerys' murder, which Aemond willfully did.

So we can't treat eye-for-an-eye as the justification for Alicent to then enact her own unfair, traumatic act. (Which happened before any other vengeful act from the blacks.)

And you know what else was “normal”, or sometimes seen as “good” or “necessary” for this fantasy world that's nonmodern-structured?

Marriages between siblings, aunts and nephews, uncles and nieces, and first cousins.

While Westerosi were against sibling marriage due to the Faith of the Seven and the old gods faith explicitly forbidding it, avunculate (uncle/niece or aunt/nephew) marriages could still happen amongst the nonTarg nobles of Westeros. There were Starks who married their uncles. (LINK) Though uncommon, it was allowed and not seen as a sin equal sibling marriage/sex and parent-child were.

Killing a great number of native peoples (the Children of the Forest and the giants) until they were forced to occupy smaller tracts of land to make way for an invading force's settlers (the First Men). To the point where these creatures are considered myth, which in a sense is even worse than what happens to indigenous people around the real world in actual colonizing events.

The right of the first night (a First Men custom), where a lord can bed(rape) the newly wedded woman of their subordinate before her husband does if he chose (peasant or knight or other vassal). It was excused as an act that "blessed" her and her husband with his "spirit" (or something) being personally put into their lives. And if she happens to birth his child, then they are excused as more "blessed" because that vassal/peasant now has a child of "greatness". The custom existed and was a huge mark for a lord's aristocratic identity before Queen Alysanne and Septon Barth convinced Jaehaerys I to make it officially illegal. And even then, some lords still raped newly wedded peasant women before she can with her husband but did/do it secretly. Roose Bolton, Ramsay Snow/Bolton's after, practices first night, which is how Ramsay was born. Roose exists during the current events of ASoIaF. (This fictional practice takes from the debated-to-have-existed “Droit du seigneur”/ “right of the lord” or the “jus primae noctis”/“right of the first night” of medieval Europe. Cross reference the references given at the bottom of the website.)

Marrying people under 18 to people decades older than them. (18 is the modern American age of consent/majority and the age of majority in Westeros is 16, while people even under that were married in recognized marriages: Maegor I, Aemma Arryn, Viserys II, Jaehaera Targaryen, Daeneara Velaryon, Aegon III, Daenerys Stormborn)

Before Aegon I, it was customary for a man to beat his wife however many times he wanted if she cheated on him. And Aegon's sister-wife/Queen Consort/conquest partner, Rhaenys, managed to get the number of times a man can hit his wife down to 6--each for each god of the Faith of the Seven except for the Stranger (death god).

Woman/girl-stealing is part of the Old Way of the ironborn did as part of their belief/custom. Truly kidnapping and rape. They would sail to many parts of Westeros and kidnap women and girls to take as their thralls and then their "salt wives" if they wished. This kidnapping is what the same Queen also urged Aegon I to make officially illegal.

All of these things were either real in-universe customs or real actions people took for themselves. These are the exact things that some will condemn on a moral basis (valid) but then they also argue for Alicent's uprightness for doing a thing that in itself is amoral. Her being a mother and wanting to hurt someone else for hurting her son using such an amoral principle like as eye-for-an-eye doesn't make her a moral model to aspire to. Just a mother who's looking out for revenge.

She was not out here trying to act fairly nor does her action right a wrong. It was purely an emotional response to destroy those who hurt her son, which is itself valid but it can't be seen as inherently justified or "good" when it also means that you will have another traumatized child, younger than the other (just as Jaehaerys was), on your hands.

This why eye-for-an-eye is horrible. It is unproductive and actually brings about more resentment, more violence, more destruction without any problem solving. This is why it's avoided in the first place.

But again, I must reiterate that Daemon is not worse than Alicent herself when they both use eye for and eye their justification of "justice". It is that Alicent began it of her own volition and with fully functioning faculties.

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Tropes of Cest #1 Royalty

I used to have loose ongoing series of posts, Other Cest Ships, where I did deep dives into particular ships I liked other than the one I started the blog for (Dipper and Mabel from Gravity Falls, for those of you who are newer), and even though they didn't get much reach, they were fun, and it was something to do other than just promote my own stories. I might pick that series up again as well, but I realized I'd also like to do some deeper dives into some favorite tropes of stories involving incest. So, welcome to the first instalment of Tropes Of Cest.

I'll declare up front that, unless otherwise stated, for all tropes I'm dealing with only consensual pairings (although including ones where they may not realize going into it that they're related, or where the outcomes might be tragic - the desire is real and that's what's most important). Pairings are also not necessarily sexual, particularly where younger characters are involved, but may just be romantic or pining. The key distinction is I'm usually not dealing with these tropes where outright abuse is the reason the incest (or incestuous feelings that may fall short of action) happens. I'm mostly interested in exploring the tropes in cases where where both parties have feelings and want the situation or pine for more. Yes, there will be abusive examples of these tropes out there (and unfortunately in RL situations which are similar to them), and they might once in a while come up, but this isn't what this trope analyses series is interested in. For that matter, even if sometimes--in a real world situation--it might be wise to treat the situation as abusive, despite everyone involved willingly engaging in it, we're still not considering it necessarily abusive for fictional cases described here. For these, we may adopt the headcanon that these are exceptions who are uniquely mature or self-possessed and nobody is actually being harmed (by the relationship itself, at least). Also see my general disclaimer on such problematic ships.

The first trope I'll be exploring is… Royalty!

For the purpose of this, I use 'royalty' to cover nobility in general as well, as well as Heads of State and their families (at least while they hold the role). It's less about specific titles and more about power. Those in power can have all the same taboo yearning as the rest of us, except their privilege can insulate from the negative consequences of following their desires. Sometimes it can even make it more likely… if you've grown up with the idea that your family is fundamentally better than everyone else, the logical extension is that they're where you should find someone to share your life with. Paradoxically, it can also make things more difficult, because an ordinary middle-class couple might be able to escape to somewhere they're not known, but if you're in the public eye, it's harder to get away with things, and you might lose everything when it's discovered. Either way, whether it's arranged marriages or secret affairs that could cost everything, there's something about royalty that lends itself to incest… and that's leaving out fantasy elements, portal fantasies that take them away from their own world, special bloodlines with magic powers, or strange curses intended to punish the royal family but instead wind up putting bringing them together.

Pairings it applies to: Honestly, it's wide open. As usual, Sibling pairings are my favorite, but cousins are surprisingly common and not necessarily even controversial. Nieces and uncles work well, aunts and nephews perhaps less common in a 'based on history' setting but no different. There's fairy tale examples of parent/child (although usually they're abusive and unwanted by one party, I have seen the occasional exception). Queer pairings can also be loads of fun (again, maybe in terms of acknowledged relationships in history, a little rarer, but fuck history, it misses so much anyway).

RL?: I mean, as just mentioned, it happens. Royal families are kinda known for it, which is perhaps one of the reasons it works so well as a trope for fiction, divorced from the negatives. In fact, for most of the hetero pairings, I can point to a historical example at least of the marriage (perhaps not parent/child or grand- stuff--although I'm sure that also happens it's far more often abusive and hidden variety).

Fun ways to play with the trope: Lots of them honestly. There's the potential attitude of "Who would dare stop us? We're in charge!" allowing people to explore impulses they might otherwise shy away from. There's 'preserving the bloodline' kinks (which is not usually my thing but with this trope I can like). There's the 'arranged marriage, only it turns out they fall in love.' And the 'arranged loveless marriage with unrelated people but a cesty affair that makes their life worth living.' There's loads of fun with bastards, either where characters don't know they're related to the one they're falling in love with because the king was screwing around, or alternatively, where everyone KNOWS they're related but it's officially unacknowledged, and the characters are in each others orbits, one getting everything and the other getting almost nothing leading to tension that erupts in an unexpected way. I already mentioned curses, and you could easily imagine a Sleeping Beauty situation but the prince is related to her (I mean don't just randomly kiss sleeping girls you find, but pretend he knew that was what was necessary to break the curse), but royalty also gets more than its fair share of prophecies… and prophecies can be twisted in fun ways. "You will marry a princess." I mean your sister's a princess! Or hey, two siblings, each individually told a prophecy that they are the heirs of the rightful king, and are in fact the Chosen One who will defeat the Dark Power and take their rightful place on the throne. It only occurs to them later that this means they will defeat the Dark Power together and subsequently will rule together… and the only way to do that is to marry.

Canon-examples (non-exhaustive): Game of Thrones is the obvious one (and House of the Dragon) to start with. We got siblings with the Lannisters, obviously, and as time went on had aunt/nephew and cousins that were either canon or strong contenders to be such. And in HotD, an uncle/niece pairing where they genuinely seemed very much in love (although not unproblematic a relationship in many ways). I believe the series Reign implied a canon half-sibling sexual experience (in the past) between one character and her half-sibling who was an unacknowledged bastard. Arthurian legend also regularly includes Mordred as King Arthur's bastard son with his half-sister. Another example that comes to mind is the Chronicles of Amber, where it's established at one point that Corwin (the main character for the first several books) was in love with one of his sisters (who is sadly dead before the story starts), and at one point has an affair with a grand-niece. In several stories, the Borgias (who are of course real people but as I understand it the evidence of an actual relationship there is slim, but as 'fictional characters who are based on real people' it's absolutely canon). Crimson Peak, also… both of these also fall into the 'villainous incest' trope which might get explored at a later date. Classically, there's the tale of Oedipus (although of course that's not the happiest ending), among others. Dune I believe occurs a couple times, at least in terms of marriage for political reasons (and vibes for a few more). In certain Marvel universes (and by stretching the definitions a bit), Quicksilver/Scarlet Witch/Polaris/Magneto form a sort of 'mutant royal family' and Wanda/Pietro at least have occasionally been canon, so I'm calling them a canon comics example, deal with it. (Fenris, arguably as well - their father was a baron!). And, you know what, Leia is a Princess, so let's call Star Wars a canon example.

Carnival Row is a world not-like-ours, but two of the antagonists might as well be considered nobility, and are absolutely canon in their cest. I'd say Flash Gordon, the 1980 movie, deliberately suggests incest stuff goes on with Ming and his daughter Aura (and although I've never seen it, shipcestuous listed the 2007 TV series as 'canon suggestive' with Aura and her brother who was invented for the show).

I don't think Laon and Catherine from the novel Under the Pendulum Sun are nobility per se, as much as upper class Victorian Brits, so they might not actually count, but hey, while they're in Arcadia they live a house described as pretty much a castle, and they are absolutely a thoroughly shippable canon incest pairing, so I'm mentioning them anyway.

Oh, and though other examples from that universe are dealt with below, I'm calling Desna and Eska from Legend of Korra as canon. I don't care if it's not explicit. You can give me creepy twins who are always together without me calling it canon. But you can't give me a scene where Eska checks into a hotel, one room for the both of them, and when questioned about the weirdness of that, tosses off "Desna sleeps in the tub" and not have me consider it absolutely canon. Fight me.

Near-canon examples (even less exhaustive): Azula and Zuko from Avatar: The Last Airbender (since Azula's voice actor seems to be into shipping them and played one of their major scenes like a seduction). I mean Thor/Loki often feels pretty close to canon (Loki did selfcest in his own series and when questioned about whether it was princesses or another prince he said 'bit of both' - except what other prince but Thor?). Close enough to call it near-canon. Similarly, Wanda/Pietro, canon in some universes, near-canon in many others. (If you stretch Fenris to the Strucker siblings from Fox's The Gifted, I'd call them near-canon, but I'm not sure whether--in that universe--they qualify as nobility).

Canon characters it would easily suit, for shipping puposes (really pretty hard to exhaust, especially if you're determined to look for them): Obviously you gotta start with the Pevensies, from the Chronicles of Narnia. Four siblings become Kings and Queens of Narnia, living whole adult lives (before returning through the wardrobe and back into their child lives)… it just seems natural they would pair up. Arguably you could put them in 'near-canon' examples, but I genuinely don't believe anyone involved in the production of that tale intended that, which is part of my criteria for 'near-canon' (even if I can't prove it).

Elsanna in Frozen launched a thousand shippers (and I'm tempted to call it near canon because surely on a big production Disney movie SOMEBODY saw it and was there for it)

Illyana Rasputin (Magik) from X-Men comics is queen of her own dimension, so I'm counting her as royalty, since I already ship her and her brother Piotr (Colossus).

I'll be honest though… even though I like this trope, I don't watch or read a lot of stuff with royalty in the first place, so my examples here are going to be sparse.

Oh, I suppose Peter Wiggins eventually becomes Hegemon (largely with help from his sister), which means my Ender's Game ship counts here as well.

Canon characters you could mangle into the trope but probably in an AU (there's no exhausting these possible): It's easy enough to imagine any pair you already like in an AU where they're royalty or nobility, obviously, although for me it works best when there's already something special about the family… like, to take a random example, you could make the family in The Middle royalty, but at that point their life is so different you're pretty much dealing with completely different characters who share names and appearances… and though it might be fun to imagine say Letterkenny as a royal family in a fantasy world… okay that just sounds pretty fun and you could probably maintain character traits so lets just call that an example. Still, something like The Baudelaires in A Series of Unfortunate Events feels like a more natural extension - the secret society could be transformed into an actual nobility easily enough (I don't believe Olaf is actually a Count, otherwise I might count them in one of the above categories… although technically he did try to marry Violet so could put them into canon if you did). Superhero families, of any kind, also translate easily into royalty AUs - their special abilities already put them above the common people, so I could see the Fantastic Four, for example, being nobility and Johnny/Sue carrying on an affair. Superman and Supergirl are arguably nobility already just by virtue of the fact that most of the other Kryptonians are dead. Even if they're like 10 millionth in the line of succession they're at the top of the list now (and, in some universes and eras, canon, at least feelings-wise, so maybe I should have put that up top).

Another approach is to make characters who aren't siblings into siblings, and where royalty is involved, this is often more natural than other stories. One example is The Princess Bride, where I sometimes headcanon that Westley is the bastard son of Buttercup's father, kept on the farm to keep him close and employed but never told the truth. She arguably starts as a commoner but if the Prince marries her she's probably got a noble lineage (and hey, even if the marriage "didn't count" because she didn't say "I do", to everyone else it counted, and she therefore became a princess). Similarly, you could imagine one of the real reasons Romeo and Juliet's family were so opposed was that at least some of them knew that one of the two children was the result of an affair between two of the spouses and thus they're half siblings. There. I just improved Shakespeare for you. You're welcome.

One Story Prompt: I've had this one for a while. I might have already posted the idea here, or maybe anonymously to shipcestuous who has much wider reach. But, contrary to its reputation, the Bastille in France was often used as an upper class prison as well, and was relatively comfortable… at least, if you were a member of the nobility (it was also reasonably comfortable--by prison standards--for commoners as well, but we're not dealing with them). Rich prisoners could still have lavish meals, a full wardrobe, even servants, sometimes… you just couldn't leave. Sometimes, whole families were imprisoned together… the Wikipedia entry says that in 1746 the family of Lord Morton and their entire household were detained in the Bastille as British spies - the family's domestic life continued on inside the prison relatively normally.

So imagine a family locked up in the Bastille (or a similar prison, for detaining nobility that needs to be put out of circulation but not to be harmed or given undue suffering)… and love blossoming between two siblings (or the pair of your choice), realizing that, there, at least, they are given the opportunity to be together, rather than her being married off or him being expected to go off to lead a regiment or whatever, and that they like each other's company. At first they tell themselves they are experimenting with romantic play due to the lack of other options, but soon it becomes more, and they have to cope with not only getting away with things under the noses of their family, but also the guards, and oh dear, what if a pregnancy happens? I don't think I could write it, not being good with stuff that isn't modern day or the future, but I still think it would make a fantastic story.

To sum up: Consanguinamory: Some may call it royally fucked up, but it's heir to a a noble history! It's not just for Westeros, it's for the rest of us!

If I've missed any examples in any category, or you have your own story prompts, please, either comment or (even better) just reblog and add your own. Topic suggestions are also welcome. I don't promise any regularity to this series, but ideas are always helpful.

#tropes of cest #royalty #story idea #shipping

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Assurance and Authority (4/25)

Post-BOTFA Persuasion Au: Bilbo returns to the Shire after the Quest, having rejected Thorin’s proposal of marriage. For years after, he struggles with regret. When he and Thorin meet again, he knows better than to hope.

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The Great Smials in Tuckborough, the ancestral home of the Tooks, was a system of numerous smials connected by a multitude of tunnels, in which the Tooks had been residing for generations. The place was a remarkable piece of construction, which constituted a home to many a dozen families and still allowed them to host guests. Despite that, the Smials were typically rather crowded on normal days, but there were times when the place was nearly packed to the brim with hobbits, which occurred if many guests were visiting at the same time.

Such was the case when Bilbo took Primula up on her invitation. Prior to his arrival, Primula had come to Tuckborough from Buckland together with her husband and son, two sisters Amaranth and Asphodel, her mother Mirabella and her father Gorbadoc Brandybuck, as well as half a dozen of their relatives. The reason for their visit to Tuckborough was both a familial and a diplomatic one - they all wished to see their Took relatives, and Gorbadoc, the Master of Buckland, wanted to meet with his nephew Fortinbras II, the current Thain of the Shire.

With the Great Smials so overcrowded, there was scarcely a chance of not bumping into any hobbit after leaving one’s room. Bilbo, when he passed someone in the corridors of the Smials, more often than not ended up seeing one of Primula’s immediate family. This was not unfortunate in itself, but the problem was that they all liked to confide in Bilbo about their problems and tiffs, which often concerned Primula’s husband Drogo.

"My dear Bilbo,” aunt Mirabella told him one morning on their way to breakfast, "I must say that I did promise myself not to meddle in the affairs of any of my daughters, but bless me, I have no very good opinion of the way Drogo intervenes with how Prim rears Frodo. He always has objections to how she encourages his curiosity and lectures Frodo about what’s respectable. The lad is just a little fauntling, for goodness’s sake!”

"Bilbo, my dear boy,” uncle Gorbadoc said when he and Bilbo chanced upon each other in a pantry, "Since you’re the head of the Bagginses, I wonder if there’s something you you could do to arrange for Drogo to have more earnings? I’m sure he could use more money to indulge his appetite better. Why, he dines with us at least twice a week, and he always eats for three every time! Not that I mind, but I’m sure it would put him at ease to be able to buy more food for himself.”

"Whilst you’re here,” Amaranth murmured to Bilbo while they helped with washing the dishes, "Could you possibly give Drogo a hint that it would be better if he didn’t try to take precedence over papa? We know you Bagginses are an esteemed lot, but Drogo has no authority in Brandy Hall, Baggins or not.”

‘No matter how much Drogo insists on them, papa doesn’t care about proper table manners,” Asphodel said while she and Bilbo were baking lemon cake, "It’s good food he cares about.”

Primula herself had a thing or two to say as well. "I can take care of Frodo just fine without Drogo’s lectures,” she grumbled to Bilbo one evening over tea. ‘I know our boy is a Baggins and with that come certain expectations, but he’s just as much a Brandybuck as he’s a Baggins!” She sighed. "And I wish you could have him assured that nothing would happen to him when boating if only he allowed me to teach him how to swim. Perhaps you could talk some sense to him, Bilbo? Swimming is really something that one should be able to do.”

When Bilbo tried to raise these concerns with Drogo, most of his attempts were futile, as Drogo had just as many issues to complain about.

"Oh, Bilbo, you have no idea how relieved I am!” he said once when they enjoyed a smoke by the Great Door. "To have a Baggins around who understands me! Really, Brandybucks are too strange for me sometimes. How can they go boating, I will never understand. It can’t be safe. And to think Primula wanted to take Frodo boating too! To endanger our boy so! You must try to tell her to be more reasonable, Bilbo.” Another time, he said, "The very thought of going boating makes me feel ill. You have seen Brandywine, you know how wide and deep that river is. Merely being near it makes me uneasy, and living next to so much water makes my joints ache. I swear, it’s all because of that moist river air. I’m so relieved to have come here, I feel better indeed. I wish I had another Baggins with me in Buckland, then I’d be seen and heard. Perhaps you could talk to them in a way that would make them understand me?”

The unsolicited role of a mediator began to tire Bilbo profusely. His only respite from it was being outside of the Great Smials altogether, which was why he took to long walks most eagerly. Often accompanied by Primula, Frodo and many other fauntlings, Bilbo would wander around the green hills of Tuckborough, exploring its colourful meadows, charming groves and little brooks.

When not busy entertaining or watching the little ones, Bilbo found his mind wandering as much as his feet did. He tried his best not to dwell on the past, instead turning his thoughts to the problem at hand. It was not the first time that he bore witness to all the disagreements stemming from Primula’s marriage to Drogo. Since they had been wed six years ago and welcomed their son into the world a year later, the couple had been facing a problem of not seeing eye to eye on certain matters with one another and each other’s relatives. That was not to say they were unhappy together; they were greatly fond of each other, loved their son dearly, and found as much charm as fault in each other’s differences. Rather, Bilbo worried that, because of their financial circumstances, they were too dependent on Primula’s parents and thus, having no prospects of moving elsewhere, they were always bound to living near disapproving family members. Such conditions fostered only conflict and could not be beneficial for their union in the perspective of decades. Bilbo believed that the situation was likely to lead to unhappiness, and Primula’s well-being concerned him greatly; the lass, eighteen years his junior, was one of his relatives that were most dear to him.

She had always been a curious spirit ever since she had been little, and when she had been old enough to speak, she would always seek Bilbo out during family gatherings, at the time when Bilbo had been past his second eleventy birthday and everyone had already labelled him as quite a bit of a recluse. Little Primula, being a tiny fauntling, had not cared about the general opinion of him and befriended him right away. She had stayed constant in her liking of Bilbo for all her childhood, and the two had formed a strong connection, similar to that of siblings. Once Primula grew older, their bond had been nurtured by them both, which Bilbo could not have been more grateful for, especially since it had been Primula more than any other who had helped Bilbo overcome the grief of becoming an orphan.

Due to their closeness, Bilbo worried about Primula’s happiness a lot, so much so that one day he did ask her about it outright.

“Are you happy, Prim?” he said during one of their outings, on a sunny afternoon at the beginning of Wedmath. They had played hounds and hares with Frodo and a dozen other fauntlings earlier, after which the whole group enjoyed a picnic. Now that the children had had their rest, they were up again, playing leaf flutes at the top of the hill, which Bilbo and Primula were slowly climbing.

“Of course I am, Bilbo,” she replied. “I have a family of my own now, a healthy child, whatever else could I wish for?”

Bilbo frowned, displeased with her answer, for he knew far too well what one with family and a child but no place to call their own would dearly wish for. “Primula,” he said, “If you ever find yourselves in need of a different smial to stay, Bag End’s doors are always open to you, for as long as you wish.”

“Why, Bilbo, I could never impose on you so!”

“Come, now, Prim, it’s an invitation freely given. Besides, I’m sure Drogo would find the comforts of Bag End most beneficial to his health.”

At that, Primula laughed out loud. “He would indeed. There would be nothing better for his joints than the ability to run a hot bath at will!” She sobered. “Still, you’re too good, Bilbo. I cannot find it in myself to abuse your generosity like this.”

“It’d be no abuse! It’s simply the least I could do. I wish you to take me up on this invitation.”

“Bilbo, please. You must realise that it’s not easy for me to accept charity.”

“Charity? It’s not charity. I’m much more selfish in my offer than you can imagine.”

“How so?”

Before Bilbo could reply, one of the fauntlings above shouted a question about whether the group could go play in the creek on the other side of the hill, which Primula gave them permission to do.

“My adventure has changed me very much,” Bilbo said once the little ones disappeared from view. ‘Before, I was more than happy to eat my dinners alone. Once most of my grief of losing mama and papa passed, I loved my solitude. Then, my adventure showed me what I had been missing, and now I can scarcely like lack of companionship.”

“I see,” Primula replied, and that was all they said on the matter.

They walked in companionable silence, reaching the top of the hill. Bilbo began to imagine what it would be like to have Primula, Drogo and Frodo live with him and he found the idea exceedingly pleasing. He had always believed that his father had built Bag End for it to be full of laughter; the smial standing near empty seemed to be a terrible waste that had been weighing on Bilbo’s heart and mind for some time now.

When Bilbo and Primula were about to descend the hill to join the fauntlings at the creek, a call from behind them caught their attention.

"Mister Bilbo!”

It was a tween lad, running up to them together with another boy, whom Bilbo recognized to be Hamson and Halfred, the two oldest children of Bilbo’s gardener Hamfast Gamgee. The boys were visibly red in the face even from some distance away.

"Mister Bilbo!” Hamson cried again. "We’ve been looking for you!”

The two lads finally stood before them, panting heavily.

"Papa sends us,” Halfred said. "There were three dozen dwarven soldiers marching through Hobbiton before noon, and a few of those dwarves knocked on Bag End’s door! They even asked him where you were, mister Bilbo. Papa said you’d want to know.”

"Are they friends of yours, mister Bilbo?” Hamson asked.

“I don’t know,” shocked Bilbo replied, as was the truth. “Perhaps.”

Bilbo had indeed invited the Company to visit his smial anytime. He had told them at what time tea was and even not to bother knocking, when he had bidden them farewell. Thus, Bilbo dearly hoped that the dwarven soldiers in question were some of his friends, but at the same time feared the heirs of Durin might’ve knocked on his door, even though the likelihood of that event was exceedingly small. Alas, before he could ask the boys if they knew anything about how the dwarves looked like, Frodo’s pained cry carried in the air.

#myfic #bagginshield #bilbo x thorin #persuasion au

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