Ewanverse Accidental Pregnancy Imagines
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Characters: Abraham, Ettore, Genyen, Aemond Targaryen
TW: Suggestive, Pregnancy, Abortion talk, Theft mention, Religious themes for Genyen, Cringy use of pet names, Aegon mention, Moon tea mention, Not proof read (we die like men)
Notes: I wanted to write about how Ewanverse characters might react when they find out that you've accidentally fallen pregnant with their child. May do a part 2 with the billys and michael. Hope you enjoy!
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Abraham
You first tell Abraham on a beautiful summer day with the still breeze and sun high in the sky.
He was working away in the stables with your dad, sun beating down on his sturdy form and sweat dripping from his brow.
You pass your dad his lunch, tomato and ham sandwiches with thick salted butter "Ah, thanks love! Don't my daughter look after me Abe"
"Aye she does" he smirks, baby blues giving you a knowing look.
You look away shyly and take his hand to around the back of the stables when your father got distracted with his lunch.
He's handsy with you, fingers squeezing at your waist and pulling you in but you pry his hands away, fiddling with you hair "What's the matter love?"
And you just blurt it out.
You're nervous, apprehensive, scared even as he looks at you with wide eyes and mouth dropped to the floor.
"Say something Abe.."
He wets his lips, eyes fluttering around to the stable where your father sat "I- I dunno what to say love", he rubs the back of his neck, strong tattooed biceps flex.
You start to cry. maybe he won't love you now, maybe he won't want your hand in marriage anymore.
But Abraham was gentle, he was never cruel - he closed the gap between you, hands finding your waist again and anchoring you to him as if you would easily drift away; "Ay, ay c'mere love.. Now I don't want you crying over something like this."
"W-what're we gonna do?" Your tear filled eyes meet his crystal clear ones "Well, I'm just gonna 'ave to marry ya."
And he does.
He holds you tight, hands always finding your belly, light kisses peppered on your temples that always turn deeper as his fingers become greedier.
The more you swell, the more passionate he becomes. Holding you tight in your shared bed and mindlessly rubbing geometric shapes and nonsensical patterns on your swollen belly.
It wasn't what you both had planned, but it felt right.
And as soon as one babe is born, he's already thinking of giving it a sibling for 'company' of course.
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Ettore
This was not meant to happen.
This is something neither of you wanted to happen.
Your little dalliances behind closed doors, or wherever Ettore fancied taking you, were not meant to go this far.
Dibs could not resist herself when she found out you were pregnant; her experiment had worked (it didn't), she finally had created life (Ettore was not great at pulling out) and she would be damned if this were to be another failure.
"I'm pregnant Ettore."
"How do you know it's mine?"
Blunt. Blunt as always.
You give him a good slap on his muscular shoulder for that "You're the only one I've been with knobhead!"
He feigned pain, rubbing his shoulder aggressively "So? Doesn't mean Dibs didn't turkey baster some other guy's spunk up there" he sniffs through his nose as if this didn't concern him at all.
And it fucking stung.
Sure maybe you and Ettore meant nothing to each other, maybe it was all just primal urges and tension built from years without human touch - but when he held you.
Those nights when he would just hold you tight to him and kiss your temple - that couldn't have been nothing.
"I'm not fucking joking Ett, this is serious!"
He craned his head upwards as if he was praying to some God for help, yeah like that is going to help us now.
His sharp features glowed beautifully against the blue hues that lit the spaceship "A'right. I'll look after ya. Pinky promise." He turned his head down the corridor to not look at you but held out his pinky finger, you clasped your own around it and nearly missed the smile that graced his lips before he tucked his hands back into his trouser pockets; "Right, see you at lunch."
Something possessive took hold when Ettore found out you were pregnant. Something dark and deep rooted itself into his consciousness.
He had never felt that way before.
He found himself jealous when the others would speak to you or when you went to Dibs' office for your check-ups.
The more your stomach swelled, the more he clung to you. Hands finding themselves at your side and pulling you closer, he sat with you at lunch to make sure you were eating, he took over your chores retorting that 'You weren't doing it right'.
He did all this in silence. No one could know.
No one could find out that he had developed a soft spot for you and the child that grew inside you.
Not even you.
But you noticed.
Noticed his subtle possessiveness when he dragged you away for a 'quickie' when the other men were talking to you or how he would lead you away from Boyse and her complaining about your pregnancy.
How he would creep into your bunk at night thinking you were asleep, holding you tight with a kiss on the temple and hands smoothing over your pregnant belly with barely audible whispers of "I think I love you."
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Genyen
You were paralysed, hands clutching at the luxurious sheets of the hotel bed. It was supposed to be a relaxing trip, a spiritual retreat, instead you found yourself embroiled in some love affair with a Buddhist monk and now pregnant.
Pregnant. Pregnant?!
How could you let this happen? You balled your hands into fists leaving what felt like permanent creases in the fabric.
The door came squeaking open as your 'lover' stepped through, sneaking as always. A cheeky smile plastered on his lips, raising his eyebrows at what tantric activities he had planned for the night.
"Oh God", you felt sick as vomit raised up your throat "Uh I think you mean 'Oh Buddha' darling." He chuckled at that. Fucking chuckled.
You swallowed down the vomit, heat rising in your belly; "We need to chat Genyen."
His laugh stopped, it was as if a switch had been flipped within him, all that playfulness and mischief wiped from his expression till all that remained was arrogance.
"What's this about?" his eyebrow piqued.
"I'm pregnant."
He erupted with laughter at that, doubling over "That it? Thought it was something serious like."
This was bad. Very bad. He treated it as if it was all some joke, a big prank. He ran over to the bed and jumped on it with no care for the expensive mattress or silk sheets.
"This is fucking serious Shawn."
A slight huff of amusement escaped his lips at that "Who's this Shawn babe? Found another monk to fuck?" He brought his finger to your nose and tapped it lightly; "Boop! My name's Genyen!"
A joke. This was all one big joke to him. Well, this time he wasn't going to have the last laugh; "I saw your passport, I know you've been nicking from the temple.. and me."
His eyes blew wild at that before feigning hurt "Well, you see- It's a habit.. That's why I joined the order, my s-stepmum she-"
"You haven't even got a stepmum! You're full of shit!"
Then that arrogance returned "So what? You gonna tell on me? I'll be gone before you even know it."
Bile rose in your throat again and you couldn't contain it, you threw up into the golden bin next to the bed. "Jesus-" he recoiled, "I think- I think you mean 'Buddha'."
A small laugh left his lips as he swivelled on the bed, lean arms wrapped around your shoulders, fingers leaving comforting strokes "Now, that was a good one". He spotted the pregnancy test on the bedside table "So, you're really up the duff?"
You nodded weakly trying not to vomit again. "Listen- Can't we just get rid of it?"
You could, but you did not know if you would.
Your body began to shiver and tears fell onto your red hot cheeks; "I don't know if I can-"
He just nodded, still rubbing soothing patterns in your arms. Life was so good with you; he could eat, sleep and fuck you all day, plus the extra pocket money was nice; but- the baby? Yeah, that was bad.
Genyen didn't know if he could love you or it but sitting here in silence with you crying on his bony shoulder was enough for now.
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Aemond
You were a simple maidservant that caught the eye of the Prince, you had not meant to but that did not matter to Aemond. He greeted you affectionately in the comfort of his own chambers but treated you harshly around others.
The Prince could be cold and cruel but when he awoke in the night screaming and grasping at his eye, you softened - He would reach for you and only you.
Only you could cure what ailed him as his hands grasped at your skirts like a petulant child and whimpers in High Valyrian that you could not understand.
He would finally settle.
Settle in his bed with his athletic arms coiled around you as if he were a serpent, hands grasping at your meaty flesh and head pushing itself between your beasts, forehead begging to be stroked.
It was no surprise to you when you fell with child, the moon tea did not agree with you and some days it could not be brewed at all, with Aegon spending countless nights in Fleabottom there was no one to blame.
You stepped into his room as if it were any other day, his hand danced along the page as he wrote expertly with his quill "Your luncheon, my Prince." He gestured with the feather to seat it at the left of his desk.
You obliged but as the plate reached the table, a swift hand no longer holding the quill found itself at your waist and pulled you into his lap with a satisfied hum.
Startled, you tried to relieve yourself but with every movement, he countered you, hands hooked to your side. "I'll be done soon, Gevie." Your blush grew redder and redder by every flourish of the quill.
You had to tell him. You had to do it now.
Once finished he exhaled deeply relaxing into your touch, providing you some leeway to wriggle from his grasp. His eyes narrowed becoming predatory as he stalked closer to you.
Or perhaps you were craven and this could wait another day?
"And where are you running off to my little lamb?"
"I- I am needed in the kitchens- Dinner preparations start soon-" you cowered, taking languid steps backwards as not to bump into anything.
But he cornered you regardless "And why would a dragon want luncheon or dinner when a perfectly good feast is set in front of him, hmm lamb?"
"Well, I-" tell him. Tell him now. And you did; "I have missed my moon blood my Prince- At- at least two moons have passed since my last."
He stopped dead in his tracks at that. Blood run cold. The tension was palpable. He turned away from you to drink from his cup.
"And this could not be a symptom of something other-"
Cold. It was if the room ran cold. No warmth coloured his voice, leaving only what you assumed was disdain.
"I am fairly certain my Prince."
"Did you not drink the moon tea I had especially brewed for you?" "Yes, but-" "But?", he took a long swig of his wine at that, throat bobbing with every gulp. "I grew sick and well-" The sound of the glass pounded against the table resonated throughout the room; "You heaved?"
His head barely turned to the side, his lips tight and brow furrowed yet all you could do is nod as tears began to fill your eyes. "Moon tea is not as effective if one heaves-" "I- I know my P-Prince- I- tried to swallow it really, I did but-" was all you could stammer as sobs wracked through your body.
"That matter is of little concern now." He turns his head to you fully now as you try to swallow your tears, feet shuffling in place as if you were rooted to the floor; "Is it not?" You could only muster a nod.
He turns the rest of his body to you, harshly almost scolding; "You have a dragon growing in your belly now little lamb," his dark leather boots creak against the wooden floor of his room "you must not let it devour you."
He places a tender hand on your cheek, his calloused thumb gently wiping away the river of tears that have flooded your face "Gevie, avy jorrāelan"
You did not know the meaning of what he spoke but the look in his singular violet eye told you all you needed to know - love, pity, sorrow yet happiness. He planted a soft chaste kiss to your lips; "I will protect you."
Since that day all of your belongings, well what little you had, were moved to a smaller chamber opposite Aemond's; he had dresses made from the finest silks placed in your wardrobe, jewellery that glittered like his shining gemstone eye, the finest foods prepared for your fussy appetite and odd cravings - he spoiled you truly.
He spent every waking hour he had with you, you were stuck to him like flies to cattle - he would take you on walks in the gardens, spend hours reading to you by the fire and even write love poetry dedicated to you.
He lingered to be in your presence at all times.
Some days he had to treat you coldly, days when his mother or grandsire would exact their orders to him - they could not find out about you.
The more your belly swelled, the more loving and fervid Aemond became, whether it was sleeping in your chamber with hands roaming across your abdomen while speaking his mother tongue to his little dragon or whether it was impassioned love making with hot needy kisses, wandering hands and exclamations of adoration.
Aemond wanted nothing more than to have a life with you; to watch your belly swell over and over again, to watch the light in your eyes brighten when you saw him, to comfort your babes when needed.
That was the future he dreamt of as he watched the whistful breaths leave your chest, rising and falling in monotony, too deep in slumber to see how he watches you lovingly with his one eye.
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