#all is bliss fic

[lya-dustin]

All is Bliss

(In the court of Aemma the Great)

Completed: October 30th, 2023

Or Aemma Velaryon is forced to marry Aegon to keep them from usurping her and her mother, only the marriage nor the scheme work leading her to consider the only option left: usurping her husband.

An Au loosely inspired by Hulu's the great

Rated: M🔞

Taglist: @mercedesdecorazon @darylandbethfanforever9 @aemondx @sweethoneyblossom1 @arrthurpendragon @watercolorskyy @alexandria-millie

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

Chapter 48

Chapter 49

Chapter 50

Chapter 51

Chapter 52

Chapter 53

Chapter 54

Chapter 55

Chapter 56

Chapter 57

Chapter 58

Chapter 59

[julyzaa]

🌹

gracias

If Alicent’s still-living children were not her husband, her lover and the aunt she loved just like a sister, Aemma would throw a fucking party. ---All is Bliss(in the court of Aemma the Great) ch.52

[xxplastic-cubexx]

cant stop thinkin bout charles and erik readin together on the couch but instead of reading with him charles is listening to eriks thoughts while he reads. Live mind commentary ……..

[lunarharp]

into the deep end - 30k T orufrey fic, focusing on memory trauma, disability, and romance.

the sweet oblivion of the victim, the poisoned freedom of the other.

for one moment - it had felt like two parts returned - the needed reunion of two disparate halves. no more secrets, no more pain.

the moment you get to give back what you never wanted to take. that moment, under the night-blooming flowers, when they had both let out the same single broken sigh of relief.

but they were never whole to begin with, were they?

qifrey swore he wouldn't say 'sorry' to this man any more if he could help it - sorry is cheap now. he didn't want to be in a position ever again where you only have 'sorry' left. so he just looks down into the threads of his blanket, strains his eye until it hurts, feeling his insides - his throat, heart and head - burn with pain. he expects more, but olly says nothing.

olly says nothing.

[adhd-merlin]

I love established relationship fics... getting together stories are great but what about after. let me check in on my friends please I need to know how they are doing

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

Truly sorry people have forgotten the whole "if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything" adage. But also that others are sending you the not so nice things that are being said. Like, that definitely kinda sucks too. Best to you and focusing on things that make you happy!

Oh god everyone's being so nice now I'm so embarrassed.

You're very kind dear. Well the people sending me stuff are only sending me nice things! At least on the main post! But then there will be comments or replies that complain about it - oh I don't like them anymore because they wrote BT, etc.

(Side note - BT stands for BuckTaylor so people using it for BuckTommy - dear GOD please stop. The ship names are confusing enough with y'all picking like ten of them. Please. I am smol and confuséd.)

So the people sending this stuff are well-intentioned. I only meant to explain why (among many other reasons) I won't listen to the (again, well-intentioned) people who say oh my gosh you're missing out on all the kind things people are saying on these other sites! I appreciate all that kindness, really I do and I'm so very lucky to have such enthusiasm and such love for my writing. But I would honestly rather miss out on some of it if it means that I'm protected from seeing the more spoiled or bad faith actors. I have seen very very little 'discourse' over this whole ship war that's sprung up and I'm glad for that, but part of how I've avoided it is by purposefully staying very much in my lane, not go looking through tags, and honestly even deeply limiting who I follow.

Honestly I don't let it usually bother me. 90% of people are so kind and lovely, and I know that the people being angry are not the majority. And I doubt that most of the people complaining even view it as all that deep, they're just venting because they're annoyed and being overly dramatic as we tend to be in fandom because acting overly dramatic is how we do everything around here (hell knows I do it too). I'm just really struggling in my 'real life' and having a bad day so it just kind of got to me, especially since my next three fics are BuddieTommy and I won't be publishing any Buddie until Halloween, and I was feeling kinda low like great, I'm gonna publish these and people will talk shit I guess. Not fun! I gotta say!

But I am and will be okay. I honestly did not expect my inbox to explode the way it just did when I vented in those tags. I, uh, don't expect people to care? that much? which sounds bad but I just mean that I don't expect people to pay all that much attention to me. So it's very sweet that people are sending me love and support.

Thank you for your kindness and thank you to everyone else. I really don't want this to be a Thing so I'm answering all other asks privately. Thank you dears.

[whenthegoldrays]

But imagine it. You’re shut up in the attic again. The lonely, dark, yet familiar attic. You look out the window and realize there’s a party going on in the garden — another of your family’s parties that no one invited you to. And amid all the guests dressed in their finery there’s a boy in jeans and a red jacket; he’s running away from — something. In his embarrassment he knocks over a waiter, and a table full of food, and your stepmother. Everyone is yelling. You’re laughing. It’s been so long since you felt anything like lightness in your chest, a comforting vibration through your throat and ribs. For just a moment, you feel happy again.

And then you see him again, about a week later. Up close this time. You recognize him right away. He doesn’t, of course — he’s never seen you. But even then, he stands in the way of the cascade of books you’ve accidentally brought showering down on yourself. He guards you from them, without thinking, while muttering little things to himself that make him smile. It strikes you that this is a boy who lives in his own mind quite a bit. You like that — it means you have something in common.

The next few weeks bring other developments. You find out that he works at an ice cream shop, so you go and see him. Oh, you don’t enter the shop — but no one is stopping you from lingering outside and watching him work, all smiles and pleasant conversations with the customers. Then you see him at a shop buying a rock t-shirt. He likes rock music. Something else you have in common, though for different reasons. You smile to yourself and buy another shirt like his. A day later, you lend the shirt to your stepsister’s best friend, whose school uniform has gotten drenched in your paint water — and then the boy shows up at your school. Wearing the shirt. He talks to her. You don’t hear what’s said, but there’s a crowd around the two of them and the energy is high. You sink back into yourself. He likes her. She tells you later that she has no interest in him, which is a comfort, you suppose.

You hear that he’s started a band in order to impress your friend. You wonder if he knows that she’s moving away in a few days. Probably not, since when she tells you, she does so in confidence. In any case, you make a mental note to go see him when he plays at the school festival next month.

The day comes. You show up at the festival. You sit through all the performances. You can’t hear them, but you can feel the energy in the room. You enjoy yourself; but he doesn’t show. His band doesn’t appear all night. You can’t help but wonder what’s happened.

You don’t see him again for the rest of that year. Or the next. There’s a rumor that a boy from the other high school got in a traffic accident. You clutch at your sleeves and hope he’s all right, this crazy boy who brought a bit of joy into your life.

You finish high school. Your duty to your parents is done. One night, you take all your things and leave while they’re asleep, determined to make your own life away from the people who mistreated you and took away your connection to the world. You find out that there’s a sign language class at the Association of the Deaf. You join it. He’s there.

He’s changed. He’s not the boy you knew — that is, the boy you would observe — when you were 18. He’s quiet now, reserved and wistful. He’s lost his hearing. Your heart lurches when you learn that he was the one in the accident. You want to…

To what? To comfort him? Oh, you wish you knew how.

The weeks pass there, in the sign language class. You can almost swear you’ve caught him looking at you a few times, but it would be presumptuous of you to believe that, wouldn’t it?

Until he comes up to you one day after class. Nervously. Shuffling his feet. He hesitates, and then he uncertainly raises his hands, and in slow, imperfect sign language, he asks if you’d like to have dinner together. And you remember him, back in high school, making a show out of asking that girl to his concert. And you see him now, almost a different person, insecure and avoiding eye contact — asking you out.

You.

Your chin quivers a bit, but you don’t let that show. You smile at him, and you see his shoulders relax a bit, and in similarly imperfect signs, you answer him.

“I’d love to go to dinner.”

[lightasthesun]

you know what I think would be really funny?

Truth or dare or something similar with pre-relationship codywan.

[fumifooms]

Marchil March retrospective

As of today the Marchil March week was officially over! 🎉🎉👏 A lot of good work and content accomplished this week, patting ourselves on the back is in due order. Thank you so much to everyone who participated!! The turnout was so much more than anticipated and made a big difference for marchil nation.

All in all, the statistics for the amount of works made for the event and publicized is as such:

Total participants: 11 Total works: 37 Fanfics: 17 Fanarts: 20

You can browse them all on the sideblog @feedmarchil!

That’s more than one marchil piece a day for a full month! We almost doubled the amount of fics we had! I can truly say it was a successful event, despite some bumps, and I for one am sated. Couldn’t be prouder of the community! Marchil is in good hands!!

But March isn’t quite over yet… As long as we’re still not April, feel free to make some late entries if you want to and find the time! I’ll make an extra set of stats for late works if anyone makes any. I do hope to take advantage of this and write a fic myself hehe, crossing my fingers. There isn’t enough time in a life to marchil enough~

[mxlfoydraco]

simp 👏🏻 harry 👏🏻 supremacy 👏🏻

Harry Potter and the Welcome to the World of Grey by sobsicles

[cool-thymus]

I'm visiting a friend in another city and the best part is having quality time with their pups 💛 Here's Nike, a sweet lil girl who likes rolling in the grass 🥰 She'd be a great ninken too - so much energy 😄

[lya-dustin]

All is bliss

Chapter 38

Cw:dragon egg-laying in the background, toddlers displaying symptoms of trauma

Gif by @targaryensource

Taglist: @mercedesdecorazon @watercolorskyy @alexandria-millie @darylandbethfanforever9 @ewanmitchellcrumbs @aemondx @sweethoneyblossom1

Aemma with a child on her hip is a sight from which he can never tire.

She plays with two-year-old Viserys who has been clinging to Helaena believing she is Rhaenyra.

Three-year-old Aegon was more withdrawn, preferring Baela over everyone else save for his nurse.

It was no issue for his sister to care for their orphaned nephews, Helaena adored children, and gave her an excuse to make sure they weren’t fostered with people willing to kill them before the sentence is even completed.

Mother hardly saw them; the guilt ate at her when faced with the reality that she played an exceptionally large part in the death of their mother.

Aemma used any moment to visit them, play with them and lie to them when they asked their father.

She has Viserys on her hip as he babbles to her in half-coherent sentences about his new toy dragon.

“Vhagar’s begun laying her eggs.” Aemond greeted her with a kiss just below her ear. An onlooker could mistake it with a kiss on the cheek, a show of affection after greeting his nephew with ruffle of his pin straight fair hair.

Of course, that was as uncharacteristic of him as it was for the sun to rise from the west, but no one truly knew him except for a handful of his kin.

“Do you want to go see the dragons, Vis?” she asked the toddler with that annoying baby talk he refuses to do.

The toddler is effusive in his excitement, Aemond managed to make out a suggestion to invite his brother Eggy and Aena(Helaena) to go with them.

He has her eyes, whatever features they shared with their mother making it look like he might be her own babe.

Would Aenys look like him, he wonders.

He won’t ever admit it, but he wondered to himself how his children with Aemma would look.

Would they have her thick curls or his straight hair? Would they have his nose or hers, would something tracing back to his grandparents shine through in him?

Perhaps Alys is wrong and it’s a daughter, one who looks like little Daenaera or maybe like dead little Ellyn.

Then it hits him that he will only be uncle to them and the whole dream turns sour.

If they manage to secure Harrenhal and its surrounding lands for Aegon, he may be here to meet the babe that is his in all but name.

He could manage that, five moons is more than enough time.

“You should ask him to join us.” Jena whispers as she helped her change Vis and Aeg into clothes more suitable for an outing.

Well, sturdier play clothes and shoes.

“He is his brother, he’d never do it.” Aemma shook her head as Aeg obediently extended his feet so she may fasten his shoes.

“He’s your lover, he’d take out his good eye if you asked.” Jena said in that baby talk as if she were a toddler too. “Besides, he’d get to be king and never live under his brother’s shadow again.”

Strange how having been intimate with the same men brought people together.

It was fuckin bizarre that she’d find a friend in Jena after their tumultuous beginning.

“No, but hell would have to freeze over before the realm comes to accept a female ruler and I doubt Aemond would like to live under my shadow even if we had a joint monarchy.” Aemma countered her point.

Aemond was proud to the point of arrogance, he’d never accept that he would be her second. She would sit on the throne, and he’d wield Blackfyre.

Well, he already wields Blackfyre because Aegon can no longer fight, but he would function much like a second Hand and general.

He’d live under someone’s shadow, and Aemma is not sure he’d be alright with her casting it being a woman. After all this war was started because men cannot stop thinking their cocks make them superior.

“It could happen. Especially now that Aegon’s dragon no longer flies,” the dark-haired woman said with cunning smile.

“He’s infertile not impotent, Jena.” The queen corrected thinking she mixed it up.

“Oh, you didn’t know? Your darling grandmother, may she rest in peace, broke his little dragon and now he can’t even get it up.”

This was definitely news to her.

If Aemma could ever get an annulment, she’d get it in seconds.

House Targaryen couldn’t hope for the best with one singular heir, for fuck’s sake, Jaehaerys and Alysanne had thirteen children and yet had to call for a great council because they all fucking died.

“Fu-fork!” Aemma gasped amending her word at the last minute, Viserys had recently started picking up words he heard the adults use. In one instance he had exclaimed the word shit when his toy dragon fell out the window.

Aegon gave him a magnificently carved rocking horse made to look like a dragon as a reward.

Now it was up to Aemma, Helaena and Baela to un-teach him those words.

But that is a problem for another day.

Today was going to be the best fucking day ever, so her little brothers have some fucking joy in this gilded prison.

“Just make sure to give my suggestion some thought, your grace.” Jena whispers as she takes her stepchildren back to her manse.

And she does.

Would he be up to it?

Vhagar roars and Aeg covered his ears. He’s been afraid of dragons since mother died.

“I want muña.” He cried before running to his nurse in fear.

“I will take him back to Princess Helaena, your grace.” The nurse said quietly as she held him, and he cried harder into her shoulder because Helaena is not mother.

But Aemma thanked her nonetheless while Aemond called for a guard to return to the keep with them.

Dangerous place this was, anyone here would be willing to hurt the children for something they do not even understand.

Someone would kill them to ingratiate themselves to Aemond and Aegon, others because Targaryens are inbred abominations.

Aemma’s lost count how many times she’s been called an inbred whore now that she’s allowed to leave the keep.

Of course, she shuts them up by doing charity work and letting the Prince Regent deal with it however he likes, but two toddlers alone with no guards invited trouble.

“I apologize, he’s been scared of dragons since mother died and Stormcloud died of sadness soon after when Syrax went feral.” Aemma apologized as the nurse and the guards took both toddlers. Viserys couldn’t cope with being separated from his brother fearing he’d never come back like mother and Daemon, so he chose to leave too.

“Perhaps if he were to be given an egg, he may overcome it. I think Vhagar’s clutch will be quite large. Enough for everyone.” He suggests trying his hardest to pretend there isn’t anything going on beyond friendship between them.

But his words also betray how isolated he felt when everyone had a dragon and he didn’t.

Aemma had a little hatchling that never grew and eventually died when her wedding date was announced, Elēnar had been more loyal than a dog and more trouble than anything in creation.

I would rather have one like him than have none at all, he had once said the day before Joffrey was born and he was humiliated by Aegon’s cruel prank at the Dragon Pit.

Mother had been livid, Harwin and father as well.

The boys had no sweets for a month, were barred from the Dragon Pit unless an adult was with them, and all three of them were to have a very special lesson from Teora about why bullying is bad and why good children do not do it.

It had been so long since then. Nearly seven fucking years.

She had only been six and ten when she arrived here and now, she is just a week or so away from her eight and tenth nameday. Aemond’s nine and tenth had been just before the war, they had snuck off during the hunt in his honor and fucked like animals against a tree until they came looking for him.

“What are you thinking about, dearest?” he asked quietly, his voice low enough to send a shiver through her.

“My name day, and whether your gift to me will be as great as the one I gave you for yours.” She flirts with him knowing he still gets tongue tied like when he was two and ten and blushed every time anyone called him handsome.

“I thought the orange blossoms would have been to your liking.” He defends the flowers he had hidden in a book of hours made of the finest quality. “Perhaps a tourney crown would move you, my queen. Or dragon’s egg, you did famously have two dragons.”

“I already have a second dragon, three would be too many.” She teased him forgetting they aren’t alone. Although no one would dare speak it, and she can always be vague and have them believe she meant her husbands.

“And where do you keep this second dragon of yours, your grace? Silverwing is chained like a criminal in her nest.” He takes the bait with a smile while Vhagar’s gives out a final huff as she delivers the searing hot and fleshy egg case containing her progeny.

“Why, in my bed, your highness.”

He cannot know what she and Jena are plotting.

He loves her, but not enough to usurp his brother and that is a fault she cannot ignore.

[meownotgood]

my work schedule was fixed so I should be able to rest again as well as write much more......... just breathed the most massive sigh of relief

[orcelito]

Sometimes I get worried about whether smth I'm doing is wildly ooc but then I'm like This Is Fanfiction, what the fuck ever

[oneguardian15]

jesus christ almighty. i watch like an episode and a half of good omens two nights ago on a whim bc, despite starting out as a good omens fan blog back in 2019 and staying solely as such for an entire year and a half, i haven’t actually watched the show since i first watched it in july 2019 (almost FIVE years ago), and all the feelings just flooded back to me, like i never ever left. now i’m reading-reading my good omens fics that i have bookmarked on ao3 in the reverse order that i read them before and i can’t stop. it’s like a craving and a need to consume them. it’s honestly so surreal though, feeling this way again. it’s like a science experiment and i’m the subject.

[ll-again]

This might sound weird, but am I the only one who's a little bummed that there weren't many BBC Sherlock people writing Moriarty/Sherlock? I'm prob just biased because I love an Enemies/Lovers scenario, especially when they are both geniuses. Also BBC Moriarty is a fun little guy and I love to read stuff featuring him.

it is cool to be weird you should do that as much as possible

2. 'the narrative foils should kiss' is something every fandom needs more of, there is literally never enough of this

3. one thing you need to understand about me is that i am frothing at the mouth rabid 24/7/365 over the idea that Sherlock and Jim should be put in more SituationsTM, romantic or otherwise. look at this live footage of the sheriarty plotraccoons patting their little raccoon hands all over my braincells:

Sherlock and Jim had SUCH a good dynamic in the show and then Jim gives it all up to, what, just die? rude! unconscionable. the absolute betrayal. jail for canon for 5000 years!!

i want to see them getting 99s and holding hands after an afternoon of solving a crimes. (did Jim commit the crimes? probably! how else is he supposed to get Sherly to buy him an icecream i ask you)

i want Jim breaking into 221B very drunk and very 'supposed to be dead actually' to inform Sherlock that HE is Sherlock's one true nemesis and this CAM fellow has got to go, and OKAY FINE SHERLY maybe Jim will not just murder his rival for Sherlock's ... uh, rivalry. maybe he will just ruin him financially instead that's more fun anyway hmpf

i want Sherlock's No Good Very Bad Day where he solves a very nasty case but the bad guy is too rich to face the consequences of his actions and Jim rocks up in a stolen car with a suspicious muffled thumping coming from the trunk and says "get in loser, we're going to a secondary location"

(okay i confess i really just want a Jim and Sherlock Leverage-ification where they join forces to run psyops on billionaires it would be SO GOOD)

i want a Sherlock/Jim rivalry that gets so out of hand Mycroft is obliged to head up an international task force consisting of 6 intelligence agencies across 4 countries, IMF, a terrorist organization with whom they have a temporary truce, and a Sebastian Moran Who is Very Tired and Needs an Antacid on a mission that spans two years of absolute failures until Molly Hooper gets fed up and shoves the two idiots geniuses into a supply closet with a bottle of lube and a box of condoms and tells them to get their shit sorted

i just think they deserve all of the shenanigans and -- BBC Sherlock fandom, this is for you -- it's never too late to make more sheriarty content, that's all I'm sayin