We have the pregnancy and pregnant smut meme, but this meme is for the act of impregnation, which is a kink in and of itself, especially when lots of focus is given to in through narration and dialogue. And of course it's a versatile kink, lending itself well to consensual, vanilla, non-con, and many many other things. And there's mpreg, too!
Let's cut to the chase: this is a meme about impregnation, whether it's the doing or the getting. There are prompts for all tastes, even those who just enjoy the idea and not the reality.
HOW?
* Comment with your character, preferences, and anything else. Also include if you want your character to be doing the impregnating or want to be the one impregnated. * Remember, this meme is focused on impregnation. Play the act itself up! * Obviously this meme allows for mpreg and f/f preg too. * Comment to others. * Be respectful of others.
WHY
1. Consensual. You and your lover think it's time to start a family. 2. Risk. You don't necessarily want to get pregnant, but the risk is hot as hell. 3. Ownership. You want to get somebody pregnant up because you think that will make them yours. Or you're trying to get knocked up to keep them here. 4. Forced Breeding. Like the stables meme, or something involving the government. 5. Continuing the Line. You need an heir. Simple as that. 6. Accidental. It's either the heat of the moment or you're inexperienced, but this isn't planned through. 7. Humiliation.You're impregnating someone to humiliate them. 8. Interspecies. The two of you are making a child born from the union of two different species. 9. Lovesick. This pregnancy is an expression of your love. 10. Expected. Everyone expects you to have a baby, so you decide to do so. 11. As a Favor. Your friend wants a baby, so you'll act as a surrogate 12. Roleplay. You're just using the idea of pregnancy up as an exciting aide. There's no actual risk here, but you have all the trimmings. 13. WILDCARD.
[ If you're up for a little cross-canon, #5, 10, 11 could be feasible, possibly with arranged marriage in the background? Or I'm good with all the things? ]
[ooc; Iโm 100% down with it all. How long into their arranged marriage were you thinking? Just after with everyone expecting them to get into the heir making or a little to know each other?
Also little slow today due to holiday family shinanagins ]
[ woo! ummm, maybe six months or so? Liam would have to work through a shitload of ptsd once the inquisition disbanded, and being "handed off" by now-Divine Leliana wouldn't have actually been his first choice, but as a member of the aristocracy, he does realize the importance of it. and getting to know each other is always a plus, so assumed-cr is absolutely cool!
No worries! I'm doing the fam thing too, so it's all good. if all of this works for you, just lmk and i shall toss out a starter! ]
[ooc; assumes CR and six months in sounds great to me. She would have been a little hesitant on the areanged marriage herself so sheโd Have been grateful getting to know him before then end up working toward little royalty. Everything sounds good to me.]
Despite everything, Arendelle was...home. Now, at least. Liam gave a soft sigh as he leaned on the balcony railing, gazing out over the sparkling fjord. It was so peaceful here, and he'd needed all of that peace when he'd first come here, haggard and staggering from the aftermaths of such battles. The details of his current life had been wrapped up in politics and expediency, leaving him reeling from one to the other, and before he'd even realized it, he'd found himself married to the Queen of Arendelle, with the title of Royal Prince Consort attached to the rest of those he still carried.
Oh, Thedas would always be home-home, the land of his birth, and very nearly death, but the Marches were many leagues away, and he was, in his heart of hearts, actually a little glad to have all of that distance between himself and the memories still lurking in that war-torn continent. Peace. Yes, he still needed so much of it.
But life was...comfortable here, if naught else. His magic still coursed through his blood, a burden he'd always accepted with alacrity; he was still alive, no small feat, and in full possession of his sanity and good sense, the latter sometimes questionable, but for the most part, well. And these were good people, here, and his new "family" was everything a nobleman might have ever hoped for.
And he was a husband now. Maker, his mind still boggled over that sometimes. But the Queen - Elsa, damnit - was beautiful and kind, beloved by her subjects and not without her own power, he'd discovered much to his delight. It just made things so much easier, when magic wasn't viewed as taboo or wicked. And as if his thoughts summoned her just then, Liam half-turned at the familiar step onto the balcony of the Royal apartments, smiling slightly at the sight of his absolutely gorgeous wife, and giving her a polite nod in greeting.
"My lady," he intoned somewhat formally, although an imp of mischief twinkled in green eyes. "'tis a fair, fine sight you are this evening." Yes, he could be goofy and theatrical when the mood struck. He'd been known for it, just a few years ago. He gestured her to join him, holding out a hand for hers. "Apologies for ducking out after dinner." A shade of melancholy dimmed his former brightness, and Liam sighed softly. "Things...just got a bit too heavy, all of a sudden."
Every now and then, the walls still seemed to squeeze him in, a box from which there was never any escape.
Arendelle had a few problems occasionally with spies, with sabotage, but for the most part, they were at peace with their neighbors. After her coronation, and putting the kingdom that had tried to take her kingdom from her in its place, her people had seen Elsa as a giving Queen. Few now feared the magic that let her create ice, and many flocked to the different balls and events that she held to make sure her people knew that she cared for them and wanted to do right by them. She tried very hard to do right by her people, by her country, and by her sister.
Even the wedding had been a grand affair between the couple, despite barely knowing each other. While her sister Anna had been granted the freedom to follow her heart, Elsa's duty had called for her to marry for other reasons. But Liam had been kind since she'd known him, since they'd started to share their lives. The fact that he too possessed magic had delighted her in a way she hadn't known she could be delighted though. It had been the most pleasant of surprises. While her sister loved her unconditionally, and her people accepted her magic, it was something else to have the shared knowledge of living with that power. Something they shared, even if the power, the magic manifested in different ways.
She hoped after time, that Arendelle would feel more than comfortable, that he would love this palace, these people, and this country as fully as he loved anywhere else. It was important to her to help in any way she could to help him feel that way too.
The soft blue of her dress helped her blue eyes to stand out even in the moonlight and lantern light around them as she silently made her way onto the balcony toward her husband. She'd worried a bit when he'd had to leave, and she'd hated that it had taken so long to say goodnight to the dignitaries that had visited and stayed for dinner in order for her to find him. Though sometimes she wasn't sure if he needed space even from her, if giving him that time was better for him before she sought him out.
Her lips lifted into a smile for that impish mischief in his eyes and tone and she slid her hand into his and moved to his side. Fingers of her free hand slipped up to cup his cheek gently as she looked up at him. "You need not apologize, my husband. I but wish to know if you are feeling better?" She leaned up to brush a soft kiss to his cheek. It had been six months, but she still liked to start things between them slowly, though if he were to want something faster or harder she wouldn't say no either. Elsa was far from delicate even if she appeared so in the off the shoulder gown with her hair braided and resting over one shoulder.
No matter what happened in the future, be it good or ill, Liam would always, always think Elsa the loveliest woman he'd ever been fortunate enough to meet. His breath still caught whenever she crossed his vision, by the Maker. And while he knew he wasn't the best husband material she could have chosen, he always tried his hardest to be the consort that she needed, regardless of the demons still plaguing his past.
He didn't pull away when she took his hand and stroked his cheek, but let his eyes drift closed and even leaned into her hand, relishing her comforting touch. Her skin was cool, as always, but it was a fascinating thing, and he still marveled over the beauty, both within and without, of this wonderful woman with whom he shared a life. She kissed his cheek and Liam shivered lightly, but smiled down at her with his reply.
"I'm all right," he tried to assure her. Then his expression turned a little sheepish. "I actually feel a little horrid for ducking out and leaving you to deal with that rambling old Earl. But if he'd have flapped his hand and spluttered any more of our good wine in my direction, I might have set his sorry ass on fire just because." The hand that he held he lifted, placing a gentle kiss to her knuckles. "Not a very diplomatic move for a Royal Concert, that."
A little daring, as he wasn't entirely sure if she'd accept, Liam slowly wound his free arm around her waist, gently urging her closer. "What might I do to make up for abandoning my lady to such a trying task, mm?"
aww hopefully you can get some relaxing in now! And no worries, I fully understand life being a jerk
They both had their personal demons. To be fair, she nearly killed her sister with her ice powers before she truly got a full handle on them, and it's left its own marks on her mentally. She's still careful when things anger her, having to keep a distance from people for fear of freezing them. She found him to be a great husband, considering he'd been equally for taking this arranged marriage slow, where other men might have tried to force something. She's enjoyed getting to know him, of having the time to become comfortable with each other.
While her body doesn't reflect it, the way his eyes drift close and he leans into her hand warmed her heart greatly. She felt like an amazing wife when she could bring him comfort, even for the slightest thing or in the slightest way.
A soft chuckle leaves her at the sheepish grin and reason he didn't stay. The warmth in her eyes grew at that kiss to her knuckles too. "Not very diplomatic, no," she agrees with a soft hum, "and yet completely understandable and warranted, I think. It took a lot to not freeze something and throw it at him too." There's something in her tone that says she might have been amused to see that happen though, the setting the Earl's ass on fire, of course.
The arm around her is more than welcome and she shifts to curl into his side easily. Her head settles on his shoulder a little and she gives a thoughtful sound as she looks out into the night. "What indeed, my husband." She's quiet for a moment, though there's a mischievous glance up of her own. "I think the promise that you're mine for the night. The Earl has been seen to his chambers, and the night is ours to do with as we please."
As hard as the servants and people try to keep it to whispers, to keep it a secret that they're discussing things, she's not unaware of the growing undercurrent of people questioning when the couple will be announcing that they're expecting. Elsa's been ignoring it in favor of truly getting to know the man she's curled into, but it has been six months and she's grown to enjoy his presence and his touch. She wouldn't object to starting that line of their marriage soon as he's ready either.
[What the Grandmaster wants, the Grandmaster gets. Bobo knows that. Everybody knows that. It's just the way of things on Sakaar. It's not fair but you know what's worse than not fair? Getting turned into lunch by the scavs who live out in the trash heaps.
Bobo is not ending up as somebody's meal. She's figured out a way to keep herself safe and that's by always being in the right place at the right time, in the right dress. That's the one universal truth of life: you always want to make the right kind of impression, and on Sakaar, that impression is more splashy then subtle. She's busted her butt the last few months to make the kinds of outfits that would catch the right eyes and get her to the right places, and in front of the right people. Her end-goal was getting into the Grandmaster's parties and hopefully spending her days snacking on the hor d'oeuvres.
On her home planet, battles were fought by fashion contests. Her preferred style was cute and pure, but... there wasn't much call for that here. So she'd tried her best at something sexy and mature, exactly to the Grandmaster's tastes. If she was on Miraland, you could bet your ass her outfit would have S-ranked.
Well, it had here too. Kind of. She had been hoping it would make the Grandmaster look at her and think, "Now there's the girl I want in charge of picking the playlist." Instead, it had said, "Now there's the kind of girl whose hips are wide to give birth."
Bobo had been given very clear instructions on what she was expected to do. They had included a very graphic demonstration on what would happen if she didn't make the Grandmaster happy. So, here she is, standing outside of the Champion's quarters and carefully peeking her head inside. She's only ever seen him from a distance before now, and only ever when killing other gladiators. Bobo has no idea what to expect.]
[No official decree is made but, then again, no official decree has to be made. The people of Asgard - or at least, the people who remain from Asgard - are survivors by design. They know what needs to be done to keep surviving. And so, once they were settled into a more permanent camp on Earth, a place where they could settle and develop, everyone got down to the business of...repopulating.
The women especially were worked hard - some husbands even freed their wives from their duties and ties for a time, the better to ensure that someone got them with child. But there were certainly less pleasant ways to work for the good of Asgard, and most of the men made it enjoyable. Some men, meanwhile, would take a different woman to bed every night and another in the mornings for good measure.
This included the king, apparently - Isara was shocked when she was called to his cabin one night. No explanation was needed as to why. She simply smiled and curtsied as he opened the door for her.]
Your majesty. Thank you for taking the time to see me - it is an honor. [She had been a simple weaver's daughter before everything went so wrong.]
((Consensual only, please. Default is the one knocking someone up; can do mpreg or A/B/O upon request if you want Cor to be impregnated instead. Especially interested in 1, 6, 8, 9, and 11))
[ Shaking and desperate, the breath in Serenity's throat catches. The fingers that rest upon Robb Stark's shoulders are equally unsteady yet all the more determined for it as she squeezes him close. Right now, her very future is uncertain; he is the only constant that fills her vision, her thoughts, her senses.
The stars will always shine upon her mother's realm. Should a mantra had been needed during her childhood, those words could have served. Yet she'd never doubted the queen (mother, gentle, beautiful) would reign eternal. It's all she'd ever known, the possibility that anyone could invade not even a shadow in her mind. Naivety - a word she wouldn't use for herself no matter how applicable - had been her luxury.
How quickly charm can fall at feet of brutality!
Perhaps she's still naive, as little as she realizes it. Sneaking away from the insurgency that's captured her court and declared her prisoner of war and new wife to the usurper under punishment of harm to her beloved guardians, she faces a dilemma that turns her stomach.
She's expected to bear a child.
While few would have utterly unkind words to say of the princess, "headstrong" might be a criticism levied at her. There's a streak in her that wants deeply and gets, no matter what, whatever it is she desires. Sometimes, without thought of the cost.
So - if she must have a child? She cannot bear it to be with anyone aside from the man she loves, even if their affection has mostly been from afar.
Until now.
They are not joined yet, though her skirts pool around her thighs and her legs wrap around his waist. ]
I...don't want it - I want it only with you.
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ( snow white and the huntsman ) ota
[ Her advisors, men with whom her father had entrusted his life and who had stayed loyal to him even when he lost it, told her she needs an heir. they specified nothing further.
Snow White understands their concerns. Though the deed is not far enough behind her to be legend, the fact that it was her blade alone that slew the wicked queen - so wicked that her downfall had been a heart - matters little to the surrounding kingdoms. In the eyes of men, her solitude serves as weakness and inability to govern her domain without a strong hand to guide her. At best, there will be veiled machinations to broker a marriage between her and a king's son - or an aged king himself. At the worst, she faces assassination attempts. Strife, bloodshed, open war; such is often the way of men. While she no longer runs from battle, she cannot risk the still-fragile peace of her people. Above all things, this she will not allow as queen.
So, in this trepidation, she returns to the person in which she once found refuge when she was half-mad with newfound freedom and men had failed her.
Yet this is not a social call. That had come earlier in lofty halls with a scant few others present. Now they are in his chambers and she doesn't wear her crown. Without it, she might favor more the girl who'd escaped hell and carried its fear with her.
Except in the eyes. ]
I wouldn't want to ask anyone else.
[ Until they, too, soften. ]
[ or choose your own adventure/set your own starter!
[ He didn't know what else to say. This wasn't the time to tease or make light of the moment. Eric knew what she meant and it wasn't her to be something other than serious. It was the way with royals. Murmurings had gone around about the queen getting past her prime to birth a child. Heirs were of the utmost importance, often more important than the throne itself. The kingdom could easily fall to ruin again without a proper heir.
Yet she shouldn't have to worry about becoming a mother yet. Snow had just reclaimed her kingdom, critics surrounding her at every turn and just waiting for a wrong move. Eric kept watch from a distance. It wasn't just because he held no royal lineage, but to keep vigil over anyone conspiring harm to the rightful queen. He'd learned the hard way that his role was better served among the commoners than in the royal court.
So what she asked came as a complete surprise, no matter what was considered the way with royals.
It didn't help that he'd learned to love again thanks to Snow. All they shared was a kiss, leaving him to yearn for more. There were times that her training sessions had brought them dangerously close. Eric had been strong enough to pull away. Doing so seemed to have brought her to his chambers presently. His blue eyes picked up from off the floor, forcing him to really look into hers. ]
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Elsa | Frozen | OTA
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Also little slow today due to holiday family shinanagins ]
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No worries! I'm doing the fam thing too, so it's all good. if all of this works for you, just lmk and i shall toss out a starter! ]
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Oh, Thedas would always be home-home, the land of his birth, and very nearly death, but the Marches were many leagues away, and he was, in his heart of hearts, actually a little glad to have all of that distance between himself and the memories still lurking in that war-torn continent. Peace. Yes, he still needed so much of it.
But life was...comfortable here, if naught else. His magic still coursed through his blood, a burden he'd always accepted with alacrity; he was still alive, no small feat, and in full possession of his sanity and good sense, the latter sometimes questionable, but for the most part, well. And these were good people, here, and his new "family" was everything a nobleman might have ever hoped for.
And he was a husband now. Maker, his mind still boggled over that sometimes. But the Queen - Elsa, damnit - was beautiful and kind, beloved by her subjects and not without her own power, he'd discovered much to his delight. It just made things so much easier, when magic wasn't viewed as taboo or wicked. And as if his thoughts summoned her just then, Liam half-turned at the familiar step onto the balcony of the Royal apartments, smiling slightly at the sight of his absolutely gorgeous wife, and giving her a polite nod in greeting.
"My lady," he intoned somewhat formally, although an imp of mischief twinkled in green eyes. "'tis a fair, fine sight you are this evening." Yes, he could be goofy and theatrical when the mood struck. He'd been known for it, just a few years ago. He gestured her to join him, holding out a hand for hers. "Apologies for ducking out after dinner." A shade of melancholy dimmed his former brightness, and Liam sighed softly. "Things...just got a bit too heavy, all of a sudden."
Every now and then, the walls still seemed to squeeze him in, a box from which there was never any escape.
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Even the wedding had been a grand affair between the couple, despite barely knowing each other. While her sister Anna had been granted the freedom to follow her heart, Elsa's duty had called for her to marry for other reasons. But Liam had been kind since she'd known him, since they'd started to share their lives. The fact that he too possessed magic had delighted her in a way she hadn't known she could be delighted though. It had been the most pleasant of surprises. While her sister loved her unconditionally, and her people accepted her magic, it was something else to have the shared knowledge of living with that power. Something they shared, even if the power, the magic manifested in different ways.
She hoped after time, that Arendelle would feel more than comfortable, that he would love this palace, these people, and this country as fully as he loved anywhere else. It was important to her to help in any way she could to help him feel that way too.
The soft blue of her dress helped her blue eyes to stand out even in the moonlight and lantern light around them as she silently made her way onto the balcony toward her husband. She'd worried a bit when he'd had to leave, and she'd hated that it had taken so long to say goodnight to the dignitaries that had visited and stayed for dinner in order for her to find him. Though sometimes she wasn't sure if he needed space even from her, if giving him that time was better for him before she sought him out.
Her lips lifted into a smile for that impish mischief in his eyes and tone and she slid her hand into his and moved to his side. Fingers of her free hand slipped up to cup his cheek gently as she looked up at him. "You need not apologize, my husband. I but wish to know if you are feeling better?" She leaned up to brush a soft kiss to his cheek. It had been six months, but she still liked to start things between them slowly, though if he were to want something faster or harder she wouldn't say no either. Elsa was far from delicate even if she appeared so in the off the shoulder gown with her hair braided and resting over one shoulder.
apologies, life hammered me this past week, ugh.
He didn't pull away when she took his hand and stroked his cheek, but let his eyes drift closed and even leaned into her hand, relishing her comforting touch. Her skin was cool, as always, but it was a fascinating thing, and he still marveled over the beauty, both within and without, of this wonderful woman with whom he shared a life. She kissed his cheek and Liam shivered lightly, but smiled down at her with his reply.
"I'm all right," he tried to assure her. Then his expression turned a little sheepish. "I actually feel a little horrid for ducking out and leaving you to deal with that rambling old Earl. But if he'd have flapped his hand and spluttered any more of our good wine in my direction, I might have set his sorry ass on fire just because." The hand that he held he lifted, placing a gentle kiss to her knuckles. "Not a very diplomatic move for a Royal Concert, that."
A little daring, as he wasn't entirely sure if she'd accept, Liam slowly wound his free arm around her waist, gently urging her closer. "What might I do to make up for abandoning my lady to such a trying task, mm?"
aww hopefully you can get some relaxing in now! And no worries, I fully understand life being a jerk
While her body doesn't reflect it, the way his eyes drift close and he leans into her hand warmed her heart greatly. She felt like an amazing wife when she could bring him comfort, even for the slightest thing or in the slightest way.
A soft chuckle leaves her at the sheepish grin and reason he didn't stay. The warmth in her eyes grew at that kiss to her knuckles too. "Not very diplomatic, no," she agrees with a soft hum, "and yet completely understandable and warranted, I think. It took a lot to not freeze something and throw it at him too." There's something in her tone that says she might have been amused to see that happen though, the setting the Earl's ass on fire, of course.
The arm around her is more than welcome and she shifts to curl into his side easily. Her head settles on his shoulder a little and she gives a thoughtful sound as she looks out into the night. "What indeed, my husband." She's quiet for a moment, though there's a mischievous glance up of her own. "I think the promise that you're mine for the night. The Earl has been seen to his chambers, and the night is ours to do with as we please."
As hard as the servants and people try to keep it to whispers, to keep it a secret that they're discussing things, she's not unaware of the growing undercurrent of people questioning when the couple will be announcing that they're expecting. Elsa's been ignoring it in favor of truly getting to know the man she's curled into, but it has been six months and she's grown to enjoy his presence and his touch. She wouldn't object to starting that line of their marriage soon as he's ready either.
Romelle | Voltron | OTA
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The Hulk | MCU | M/F
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Bobo is not ending up as somebody's meal. She's figured out a way to keep herself safe and that's by always being in the right place at the right time, in the right dress. That's the one universal truth of life: you always want to make the right kind of impression, and on Sakaar, that impression is more splashy then subtle. She's busted her butt the last few months to make the kinds of outfits that would catch the right eyes and get her to the right places, and in front of the right people. Her end-goal was getting into the Grandmaster's parties and hopefully spending her days snacking on the hor d'oeuvres.
On her home planet, battles were fought by fashion contests. Her preferred style was cute and pure, but... there wasn't much call for that here. So she'd tried her best at something sexy and mature, exactly to the Grandmaster's tastes. If she was on Miraland, you could bet your ass her outfit would have S-ranked.
Well, it had here too. Kind of. She had been hoping it would make the Grandmaster look at her and think, "Now there's the girl I want in charge of picking the playlist." Instead, it had said, "Now there's the kind of girl whose hips are wide to give birth."
Bobo had been given very clear instructions on what she was expected to do. They had included a very graphic demonstration on what would happen if she didn't make the Grandmaster happy. So, here she is, standing outside of the Champion's quarters and carefully peeking her head inside. She's only ever seen him from a distance before now, and only ever when killing other gladiators. Bobo has no idea what to expect.]
Um hello? Mr. Champion? Are you here?
thor | mcu | m/f
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The women especially were worked hard - some husbands even freed their wives from their duties and ties for a time, the better to ensure that someone got them with child. But there were certainly less pleasant ways to work for the good of Asgard, and most of the men made it enjoyable. Some men, meanwhile, would take a different woman to bed every night and another in the mornings for good measure.
This included the king, apparently - Isara was shocked when she was called to his cabin one night. No explanation was needed as to why. She simply smiled and curtsied as he opened the door for her.]
Your majesty. Thank you for taking the time to see me - it is an honor. [She had been a simple weaver's daughter before everything went so wrong.]
arthur curry | dceu | m/f
milo | pompeii | m/f
Cor Leonis - Final Fantasy XV - Open to Anyone
Sansa Stark | GoT | F/M
Gaige | Borderlands | ota
Greed | FMA | ota
Robb Stark | asoiaf | m/f
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[ Shaking and desperate, the breath in Serenity's throat catches. The fingers that rest upon Robb Stark's shoulders are equally unsteady yet all the more determined for it as she squeezes him close. Right now, her very future is uncertain; he is the only constant that fills her vision, her thoughts, her senses.
The stars will always shine upon her mother's realm. Should a mantra had been needed during her childhood, those words could have served. Yet she'd never doubted the queen (mother, gentle, beautiful) would reign eternal. It's all she'd ever known, the possibility that anyone could invade not even a shadow in her mind. Naivety - a word she wouldn't use for herself no matter how applicable - had been her luxury.
How quickly charm can fall at feet of brutality!
Perhaps she's still naive, as little as she realizes it. Sneaking away from the insurgency that's captured her court and declared her prisoner of war and new wife to the usurper under punishment of harm to her beloved guardians, she faces a dilemma that turns her stomach.
She's expected to bear a child.
While few would have utterly unkind words to say of the princess, "headstrong" might be a criticism levied at her. There's a streak in her that wants deeply and gets, no matter what, whatever it is she desires. Sometimes, without thought of the cost.
So - if she must have a child? She cannot bear it to be with anyone aside from the man she loves, even if their affection has mostly been from afar.
Until now.
They are not joined yet, though her skirts pool around her thighs and her legs wrap around his waist. ]
I...don't want it - I want it only with you.
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ( snow white and the huntsman ) ota
[ Her advisors, men with whom her father had entrusted his life and who had stayed loyal to him even when he lost it, told her she needs an heir. they specified nothing further.
Snow White understands their concerns. Though the deed is not far enough behind her to be legend, the fact that it was her blade alone that slew the wicked queen - so wicked that her downfall had been a heart - matters little to the surrounding kingdoms. In the eyes of men, her solitude serves as weakness and inability to govern her domain without a strong hand to guide her. At best, there will be veiled machinations to broker a marriage between her and a king's son - or an aged king himself. At the worst, she faces assassination attempts. Strife, bloodshed, open war; such is often the way of men. While she no longer runs from battle, she cannot risk the still-fragile peace of her people. Above all things, this she will not allow as queen.
So, in this trepidation, she returns to the person in which she once found refuge when she was half-mad with newfound freedom and men had failed her.
Yet this is not a social call. That had come earlier in lofty halls with a scant few others present. Now they are in his chambers and she doesn't wear her crown. Without it, she might favor more the girl who'd escaped hell and carried its fear with her.
Except in the eyes. ]
I wouldn't want to ask anyone else.
[ Until they, too, soften. ]
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[ He didn't know what else to say. This wasn't the time to tease or make light of the moment. Eric knew what she meant and it wasn't her to be something other than serious. It was the way with royals. Murmurings had gone around about the queen getting past her prime to birth a child. Heirs were of the utmost importance, often more important than the throne itself. The kingdom could easily fall to ruin again without a proper heir.
Yet she shouldn't have to worry about becoming a mother yet. Snow had just reclaimed her kingdom, critics surrounding her at every turn and just waiting for a wrong move. Eric kept watch from a distance. It wasn't just because he held no royal lineage, but to keep vigil over anyone conspiring harm to the rightful queen. He'd learned the hard way that his role was better served among the commoners than in the royal court.
So what she asked came as a complete surprise, no matter what was considered the way with royals.
It didn't help that he'd learned to love again thanks to Snow. All they shared was a kiss, leaving him to yearn for more. There were times that her training sessions had brought them dangerously close. Eric had been strong enough to pull away. Doing so seemed to have brought her to his chambers presently. His blue eyes picked up from off the floor, forcing him to really look into hers. ]
Your majesty.
Lissa | Fire Emblem Awakening | OTA
Peri | Fire Emblem Fates | OTA
Aliena // The Pillars of the Earth // M/F
Haley Moore | Supernatural OC
Danaerys | GoT | f/m
kurt hummel. glee. m/m.
Jyn Erso | Rogue One | OTA
Nico Acosta | OC | M / F
Evie Montgomery | OC | F / M