over a year ago, i made this meme & since then, it’s blown up. so, over a year later — i thought i would make a new one. so here it is, after several requests & a pile of brains,  THE PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME 0.2 send me a  ✿  and i’ll fill out the template below. bold for things i could definitely see or want, italics for things i could see or am unsure of and striked out for things i don’t want or cannot see.

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other 

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other

he passes a thumb under the brightest of her eyes , mouth open & smiling at his darling wife , his muscles loose & relaxed ... and then she speaks. an eruption is boiling inside his chest. hadvar wants to shout to the heavens to thank them for the blessing - and the quickness of it! but he fears her reaction if she were displeased. still .. it does not keep his lips from spreader ever wider with his happiness. " i do not think better news could be given! but are you sad, viserra? does this make you unhappy? "

viserra was pouting. she knew it, her maids knew it, everyone probably knew it. two moons had passed since her last bleeding, viserra knew what that meant after the first month but they had married only ten weeks previous. surely it could not happen that fast?

he hates to see her pouting ; it is a wound to him that he finds can be easily healed when hadvar puts forth the effort. viserra was quick witted and sometimes, quick tempered, and so he has no real worry as he steps through her chambers. he is a good-natured man and she is pleasing to the eye & heart, no matter her mood. he presses a short peck against her hair, inhaling the sweetness of her as he straightens his spine.

I was born to inherit this. From my first breath, it was meant to be mine.

You are not the heir my father chose, whatever claim you may believe yourself to possess.

The council shall convene at dawn, and there decide what is to become of me.

I have been schooled since infancy to sit that throne. No one thought to teach me how lonely it would be.

You are but a second son. By rights, that ought to mean little. Here, it means all.

The succession runs in my blood, heedless of my wishes. I have never once been granted a choice in any of it.

I would surrender my claim for you. 

You look upon that throne as though it were a cage. Of late, I have begun to see the bars as well.

The court has already begun to choose its banners. I must know beneath which one you mean to stand.

You possess the better claim to this crown, and we both know it, though the court may choke upon the truth.

The regency ends when I come of age next spring. I cannot say whether I am prepared for what follows.

My sister gathers allies in the north and calls men to her banners. I do not think she means to wait for the old king to die in his own bed.

I would trade this birthright for a single year lived as any common soul might live. 

The council would have me wed before autumn’s end, that the succession might be secured. Not one among them has thought to ask whom I would choose.

I watched my father die with his fingers still closed around a power he no longer possessed the strength to wield.

You would rule with greater kindness than any of us.

The crown has passed over me and settled upon my cousin’s brow. I have spent my whole life preparing for a future that is mine no longer.

I do not desire the throne. I desire only the right to refuse it, and even that has been denied me.

You were raised in exile, waiting upon a claim that might never ripen. I do not know how the waiting has not broken you.

I have inherited a war I did not begin and a crown I am not certain I have earned.

You would burn the realm to ash before you saw it fall into unworthy hands. I have begun to wonder whether mine are such hands.

The laws of succession favor the eldest son. I had the ill fortune to be born a daughter, and thus wrongly born in the eyes of the crown.

You ask whether I desire this. No one has asked me such a thing in all my life. I find I do not know how to answer.

The realm requires a strong hand upon the throne. I do not know that mine is strong enough. Tell me that it is, even should you have to lie.

You would have made a good queen. I think upon that more often than I should, now that the crown has fallen to me instead.

The ancient laws decree that the crown must pass through blood alone. I fear that law has destroyed far more of this family than it ever preserved.

You stood beside me at my coronation when half the court wished you cast out. I shall remember it until my dying day.

This quarrel over the succession has already claimed two lives. I fear it has not yet taken its full due.

I never wished to rule. I wished only to be free. No one born to this house has ever been permitted both.

You would surrender everything for me. I begin to understand that you count your claim among those sacrifices.

I have worn this crown for but a single day, and already I understand how it broke my father.

You are the rightful heir, and every soul in this chamber knows it, even those who would rather bite out their tongues than confess it.

The throne was never meant to be mine. Perhaps that is the very thing that might set me free of it.

You once told me that power is not inherited, but seized. I did not understand you until I watched my brother reach for mine.

The council fears the ruler I may yet become. On certain days, I find that I fear them as well.

I would sooner lay down my crown than become the sort of monarch my father was.

By a twist of the fates , Hadvar was made hand of the king. It pleased his wife to have their brood back nearer to her family.

What was left of them ... the black sickness , the stranger , death , had reaped enough of their souls. Even Hadvar had seen his blood buried , not burned , like the ruling class. His people were not dragons. They returned to the soil , the blessed earth , that they once had tilled. But peace had reclaimed their hearts and saddled itself beside grief so they became intertwined and heavy in their chests. The mother was merciful in her wisdom and had spared Hadvar and his beloved, as well as the dragons that ran by her skirts.

The solar was stifling. The downpour outside kept Hadvar from opening any of the windows and the fireplace still fiercely burned. The evenings had started cooling and deep in the night one would feel a chill of the oncoming season change. The door of his room is quietly opened and closed and he is more than happy to toss down the reports that he had gathered.

"What is my wife doing out of bed at this hour? Don't tell me the boy is running around with hammers again.... " His wife laughs and promises their wildest son is fast asleep , as is the rest of the castle. Her intentions for the night are clear. Her legs straddle his and Hadvar purposefully broadens the space between his knees to force her further apart. She hungers & so does he, gripping her body between his hands and situating her on his lap.

"My husband has been missing. Four nights this week." The king's hand laughs into her lips. She has a point ; Hadvar misses when life was simpler... but had it ever been? Perhaps he simply misses when his responsibility was only to her. "Feel that, wife.." She is easy for him to slide over his clothed cock. "Even one night is too much for me." Viserra is no less greedy for him now than she was when they were younger (not so many years ago, at least) and she slides her figure over him so many times Hadvar feels how wet she grows. His hand finds she wears no smallclothes. He finds himself overdressed now, and reaches for his belt.

despite a small noise of protest, she lifts up so hadvar can undo his belt, squirming as she waited impatiently. his duties had been taking him away more often as of late, and although viserra was glad to be back, closer to her baby brothers. still just boys themselves. her appreciation for her husbands new job was growing rather thin as of late.