#remarriage

It's a follow up to this.

@best--dress the idea for this fic hit me the SECOND I read this prompt and I had to write it before it got away. I hope you enjoy this!

The Interdimensional Marriage Cup: A Microfic

I pull out my sword and wait for Baz to get his wand out. "What exactly are we retrieving from in here?" I ask him.

"Bunce didn't say. Just said it was something that was critically important to the mental health of the entire wizarding world and long overdue," Baz replied, swishing his wand a few times. He's so fucking graceful...not that it's any of my business anymore, and hasn't been for years.

I clear my throat and look away. "You, uh, still coming on Friday night for dinner? Lucy's got that fencing practice but she's getting a ride over."

"Oh, and Tali's spending the night with Mordelia and her crew, right?"

"Right," I say, not looking at him, ready for him to ask what the point is of him coming over at all. The point, I would tell him, is we haven't missed Friday dinners since...well, we just haven't missed them. You don't need children present for Friday family dinners. You can't just start missing---

"Yeah, I'm in," he says easily, and flings open the ornate double doors in front of us. "See you at 7?" He fires an off with your head at the nearest goblin that comes charging toward us, and his head rolls bloodlessly away.

I swing my sword at the nearest guard. "And would you bring--" my breath's knocked out of me when he gets under my arm and punches me in the stomach.

"You don't even have to say it," Baz calls, and shoots the goblin with a stunning spell. "Yes, I can stop by the Watford kitchens and get some scones."

I smile at him as I run through the new goblin in front of me. "You're the best."

"I know," he says cockily.

"HEY! Lover boy!" the goblin says in front of me. "Do you mind putting your flirting on hold while we're in a battle? It's fucking professional courtesy."

I momentarily lower my sword. "Oh, no, we're not flirting. We're divorced."

"Yeah, right," the goblin says. "Pull the other one."

"It's been years," Baz adds.

"I heard you outside the room," the goblin sneers. "You're not subtle. No one has family dinners without their kids if they're divorced."

"We're co-parenting!" I yell, swinging my sword the goblin's way.

He jumps back neatly and laughs. "Okay then, how many people have you see since you "divorced"?" He uses air quotes and everything, and raises his eyebrow at me. Yeah, he's fit, but he's not as fit as Baz.

Baz looks at me and he's got his own eyebrow raised. Definitely fitter than any goblin. "I'm busy, all right?" I say, dropping the sword and glaring at both of them. "I have a full life!"

"And so do I," Baz says.

"When you're not dating grandpas," I grumble.

"That was one time and he wasn't that old," he retorts.

"He was gross," I mumble, swinging my sword around a bit more.

"Everyone can tell how in love with each other you both are and it's disgusting," the goblin spits.

"Fuck off and die!" Baz shouts, waving his wand at him. The goblin topples backwards without another sound, and we're alone (except for the carnage). "He didn't know what he was talking about."

"Yeah," I say quietly, not looking at him. I wipe my sword off on the goblin's shirt.

"Because that would be ridiculous, us still being in love with each other," he says to me, slowly.

"Completely ridiculous. It's been years," I say woodenly. I'm not even convincing myself.

"Snow--"

"What's this thing we're supposed to get?" I say, charging to the altar the goblins were guarding. Baz follows me up, still looking at me.

There's a small plaque in front of a golden chalice that reads, The Marriage Cup: When two people truly in love with each other hold this vessel at the same time, they are formally married in the 61st dimension.

"An interdimensional marriage cup," Baz breathes, gazing at it.

"We never made it to a sixty-first dimension," I say ruefully.

"We didn't make it far," he agrees. "We had a lot stacked against us."

I risk looking up at his face, the smile lines around his beautiful eyes, the gray streak in his hair. "I should have tried harder."

Baz smiles at me and reaches for my hand; I put my sword away first. "I should have tried harder too."

"Do you mind just going ahead and getting remarried and letting me bleed out here in peace, please?" a goblin from the corner garbles. "It's bad enough to have to die but I can't watch you both doing whatever this is, too."

We look at each other and Baz raises his eyebrow again at me, but this time he's smiling. Like a challenge.

I surge forward and grab him around his waist, pulling him close to me, and kiss him hungrily. He pulls me close like he's been waiting for me to do this for years. Maybe he has. What fools we've been.

"UGH," the goblin groans. "Come on! Have some decency."

"What do you say, Snow?" Baz says against my mouth, one hand buried in my hair and the other wrapped tightly around my shoulders. "Do you want to grab this chalice with me and see if we end up interdimensionally married again?"

a little astrology talk about starting over

Here's something the old textbooks won't tell you gently: a second marriage is not a consolation prize. It isn't a plan B. And it definitely isn't a "failure" wearing a fresh outfit.

In Vedic astrology, there's a quiet little pattern called second marriage yoga — the combination in your birth chart that hints whether love might find you again after an ending. Divorce, loss, a slow fade… whatever closed the first door. This yoga is basically the universe leaving a light on in the hallway for you.

Let me explain it the way I wish someone had explained it to me.

the house nobody talks about

Your first marriage lives in the 7th house of your kundli. Standard stuff. But your second marriage? That belongs to the 8th house — the house of endings, transformation, and rebirth.

Sit with that for a second.

The same house that rules everything falling apart is the house that rules everything beginning again. That's not a coincidence — that's the entire philosophy. You cannot rebuild until you first release. The 8th house asks you to let go of what already ended, and only then does it quietly hand you something new. Astrology tucked the ending and the beginning into the same room on purpose. Poetic, honestly.

the planets rooting for you

A few grahas decide how this chapter feels. Venus is love itself — when she's strong, affection tends to circle back into your life. Jupiter is the wise, kind elder who blesses the second bond with peace and maturity. Saturn is the strict teacher who delays things… but the marriages Saturn finally approves of? Rock solid. Loyal. Built to last.

And then there's Rahu — the plot twist. Rahu can pull in a sudden, unexpected, deeply karmic love that feels almost fated, like your soul recognised theirs before your brain caught up. If your second marriage felt like destiny knocking, blame (or thank) Rahu.

why second marriages often just… work better

This is the part that gets me every time.

So many people describe their second marriage as calmer. Kinder. More honest. And astrologically, that tracks. By the time the 8th house activates, you've already been transformed once. You know what you won't tolerate. You know what actually matters. You've stopped performing love and started living it.

The first time, most of us marry a fantasy. The second time, we marry a person — flaws, mornings, silences and all. That's not settling. That's growth wearing a wedding ring. And the chart, funnily enough, tends to be softer the second time around, because the harshest karmic lessons usually spend themselves in the first union.

The stars aren't predicting that you'll fail again. They're hinting that you finally have the wisdom to get it right.

but here's the honest part

Second marriage yoga is a possibility, not a prophecy. Some charts carry it and never activate it. Some activate it beautifully. And even the strongest planetary promise needs a healed, willing heart to actually bloom.

The stars open a door. You still have to choose to walk through it. So before you begin again, sit with the soft questions: what did the first chapter teach me? Which patterns am I quietly ready to leave behind? The 8th house rewards people who grow, not people who repeat. Do the inner work, and the cosmic timing tends to meet you halfway.

Also — please don't let anyone shame you for wanting love again. That classical stigma around remarriage belongs to a century that isn't yours. Wanting companionship after loss isn't weakness. It's one of the bravest, most human things there is. Second marriage yoga is information, never judgement.

okay but… when?

The question everyone actually wants answered. And the honest reply is: it depends on your dashas — the planetary seasons ticking away quietly in the background of your life. A yoga is like a seed. It just needs the right weather to sprout.

Usually the period of the 8th lord, or a strong Venus, or a benefic tied to your marriage houses is what flips the switch. Jupiter drifting across your 7th or 8th house is another classic "something's coming" signal. Which is exactly why no generic online calculator can hand you a date — your timing is stitched into your chart, nobody else's. That's the part worth getting read properly.

if you're standing at that door right now

Maybe you're freshly out of something that broke you a little. Maybe you've been alone for a while and you're wondering if the story's really over. It isn't — not until you say it is.

Your chart holds clues about the timing, the planets, and the strength of your own second marriage yoga — but only a proper reading, tuned to your unique dashas and transits, can turn those clues into real guidance. If that's you, that's exactly the kind of gentle, judgement-free conversation Dr. A.K. Tripathi is here for.

I wrote a whole detailed guide on this — the houses, the planets, the remedies, the timing, all of it. If your heart is curious, go read it here. Reblog if it found you at the right moment. 🌙

🔮 read the full guide

Second Marriage Yoga: Modern Perspectives on Remarriage in Vedic Astrology →

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The answer is probably no. The answer is probably moot, because she wouldn't want to. Even if she wanted to, the stigma, her family, the whole history would stop her. And even if not, the Valar probably would.

But just imagine it. The consequences, the gossip, the reactions.

To be clear, I don't want her marrying Miriel. While I like that threesome solution and have nothing against consensual and equal polyamory, it always sounds like a cheat solution here. People do fall in love with two people, and it mostly ends messy; rarely is the solution "let all three fuck each other" actually working. And it's Tolkien's elves, but I still feel like that's too easy.

So let's say Indis marries someone else.

I have half a story planned out here (not with intentions to write it, at the moment, though). In my head, there's a Sindarin, sunlight-born elleth who was born in the early second age and died in the third. She has no real concept of the trials and tribulations of the first age and the times before, she grew up very liberal and while she does worship the stars to a degree, she doesn't really believe in following rules because the Valar say so. The Valar are very distant entities for her anyway.

I've called her Elariel, and I have not checked if that name already exists somewhere or means something; it's a nice sounding place-holder for the moment.

So, Elariel is reborn in the third age, and meets up with some friends who sailed or were reborn around the same time, and they explore Valinor. They come to Valimar and per chance meet Indis, who gives them a guided tour. Especially Indis and Elariel hit it off, and the Sindar invite her to see their community. Indis agrees.

In the next years, they meet again and again, until Elariel and Indis spend almost all their time together. They get along great. Indis likes that Elariel doesn't judge her past, that she gets along great with Findis and Finarfin (and potentially further children that are reborn), that she does not seem hemmed in by society and expectations, living by her own moral code not to harm anyone else, but to live the life you choose. Elariel likes Indis beauty, her intelligence, her willingness to see things through and accept the consequences, her stubborness and decisiveness, her vast knowledge.

Nothing else happens, until one day they are visiting Findis, who is leading a hermit-life in the mountains (I don't remember if it's Fanon or Canon, it's definitely my head canon), who suggests they get married.

Indis is shocked, she did not even think of that. Elariel takes it in stride, while she would like a more physical side of things, by her people's standards they are basically married, and she is also happy with the status quo. There is not much discussion, Indis leaves very confused.

While she is still contemplating the idea, never mind the implications, Findis tells Finarfin that Indis is remarrying (because Findis is of the house of Finwë, and being a hermit does not mean she never meddles.) Finarfin would have preferred to have heard it from Indis herself, but he really likes Elariel, they get along great and she very obviously makes his mother happy. He gives a dumbfounded Indis his blessing.

So it goes. The house of Finwë is still not great at communication, so it takes quite a while to find out that Indis and Elariel never actually agreed to get married, but absolutely everyone likes Elariel and agrees that this is a great idea, actually. Even Miriel thinks that might work out.

(And Finwë, if and when he gets asked, does not really have a leg to stand on, especially as Indis and Elariel are not going to have any more children)

Now how the Valar react, is a different question. And if it actually gets through, whether Finwë gets reborn, too. And then I think we'll have quite a situation when it turns out Finwë and Miriel can't just get back together. And who's supposed to be high king, anyway?

Hello Anon dear!

Thank you so much for the sweet comments 😊

Umm yes I’m a bit lost about your question to be honest.

And the show was also lost on how to bring a remarriage into the picture and I’m forever bitter it went through the typical “Let’s bully and hurt the female lead” way.

The thing being religious wedding validation is intention and rituals

Of course on screen sindoor is like a red colour powder to get the shot. But with intention, even someone putting blood on forehead can signify marriage (like how in the movie Shershaah the whole gesture was truly symbolic).

In IPK no one is saying the marriage was false, they stated the marriage was half done or invalid given the lack of religious validation. Which they’re right about. There were no witnesses. No mantras. No seven pheras. And above all what the characters don’t say but what truly religiously invalidates this is that Khushi was not in a position to give consent. She was forced into this.

But legally it makes no difference because it is implied several times that Arnav and Khushi are legally married so whatever the Guptas or raizadas say hold no weight nor bearing to their marital status.

The families were upset at the elopement and to learn that they didn’t even religiously marry makes everyone upset considering that religion is extremely important to both the families. Also everything is made worse by Dadi. She’s the one who says Khushi is as good as a mistress for there weren’t pheras - that’s what truly angers the Guptas, more than the lack of rituals.

In fact that’s what Madhumati later yells at Khushi. That Arnav chose to humiliate Khushi in every waypossible and Subhadra is doing the same. For Guptas it’s about actually about Khushi’s humiliation fuelled by Subhadra’s words.

Khushi’s take on her invalid marriage is different. She thought legally she and Arnav were married for six months - which were up - and for her the vermilion and mangalsutra mean marriage. Arnav has gone from kissing her to blackmailing her in a span of 72 hours so she doesn’t know what’s her place in his life. A remarriage would’ve made it clear that the necklace he hastily clasped on her neck means something. Except he chose to have sex with her while she was overwhelmed with the realization that she can’t call Arnav her own nor does she have any place in his life. In her head legally they’re unmarried, religiously too their marriage means nothing.

So I guess that sums it all! If you search for marriage in my blog you should come across some interesting posts!

Best,