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doxypsychlean · 2 years ago

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Was there ever a time, ever a moment?

Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x OC

Summary: "That bastard truly loves her. And she's been toying with him this whole time"

Warnings: Explicit language

Multiple Chapters

Previous Chapters: 1 , 2 , 3 , 4

Thou shan't repost/copy/ translate any of my work or I'll sneak into your home late at night and bite your nose off! Then fistfight your sweet ol' granny! Maybe steal your beloved pet...

English isn't my first language. I don't proofread. I slap commas wherever I feel they're needed.

A/N: Translation of Asshai'i and High Valyrian can be found down below again. Fair warning, I've got no idea if the stuff in HV are accurate or if they make any sense. Also, the pyramantulas DO NOT belong to the world of HotD/GoT. They're something I came up with some time ago and decided to include them out of the blue. You'll find some info on them down below.

Alicent Hightower stared at her son and his betrothed as they walked through the gardens of the Red Keep, hand in hand. The two seemed to be madly in love. They kept stealing glances at eachother, shamelessly laughing at whatever it was they were talking about.

"I'm perplexed, Larys... I've never seen him like this before." She stared down through the window, her eyes never leaving the couple. "Just... look at him."

"The Prince is young, your Grace." The Clubfoot looked her up and down." It's only natural."

"No. Not to him. There's something about her, this..."

She'd never consciously allowed herself to stoop down low enough to the point of having to resort to insults. The Queen had more dignity than that. As unusual and irritating Prince Aemond's behavior was, lady Vessard had done nothing to deserve Alicent's distrust. And yet...

"Did you find anything?"

"Both yes and no, your Grace. From what I have heard, this fair lady is well-known in all corners of the world, yet no one has even the slightest idea who she is. Some call her Thorok Ainū. The Almighty Lightbringer. Others, however, call her by a different name. One that suggests the darkness always follows close behind the light..."

"Ma'andraga" She repeated once more.

"Mandrag-a?" The Prince offered, struggling to pronounce the word.

"Close, but no." Rebonna laughed unabashedly. Aemond gulped as the sound reached hie ears, almost swallowing his tongue in the process. The woman laughed even harder, this time for a different reason.

In all honesty, it was quite amusing. The prince acted like a hyperactive pup, overjoyed at the sight of his owner.

"Ma'andraga" Aemond got it right this time. The woman nodded in approval. "Ono onqotath ath vellar."

The prince was completely lost. Some of what she had just said sounded familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

"One..."

"...that walks the sky." She finished for him. "We prefer speaking in riddles."

"Oh, I see."

"You will learn with time, do not worry."

"Nyke hae naejot sepār rȳbagon ao ȳdragon sȳrkta" Aemond admitted.

"Yn jaelan naejot ȳdragon lēda ñuha valzȳrys isse ñuha own udrir..."

"You speak High Valyrian?" The prince had come to halt. Hearing his betrothed answer in the language of Old Valyria made him swallow thickly as he tried to hide his arousal.

"As well as Bastard Valyrian, Dothraki, Quartheen and a few more..." Rebonna replied with a proud smirk. "Ivestragī jikagon..."

She tugged at him, now leading the prince out of the gardens.

"Where are we going?"

"I don't see it fit for a prince to skip his training sessions. So we'll go train."

They went out of sight, leaving the Queen to stare at where they once stood. After coming back to her senses, Alicent shut the window closed, the metal bars shaking and clattering as the hinges screamed for mercy. She looked at the Master of Whispers.

"Find. More."

Larys leaned onto his cane, the weight of his body falling on his good foot.

"As my Queen commands..."

"Wouldn't you like a weapon, my lady?"

"Do not worry about me, my Prince. I'll manage."

Ser Criston stood off to the side, watching as his student hesitantly lowered his weapon to the middle of his body. Prince Aemond was now in a Pflug stance, his left leg extended back, the sword he held pointing at his beloved's chest.

Cole's eyes turned to the woman. She stood a few feet away from her opponent, calm as a lake. Her hands were neatly folded behind her back, two black eyes staring up at the sky. Then they went back down. Then they met his. She winked at the knight with a smug look on her face. One that screamed "Watch me make a fool out of your student. And of you- his teacher."

Few moments ago the Kingsguard thought of her as a reckless woman that would mkst certainly yelp in horror at the first swing of the prince's sword. But now he knew. There, in the middle of the training grounds, stood a skilled warrior. One that had seen battle before. One that was ready to kill.

"Don't be shy now..." Rebonna teased. "I'm right here, just a few steps away."

"My lady, it's not too late to surrender. I do not wish to harm you." Aemond responded, cocky smirk on his face.

The Vessard had been planning on letting him off easy, up untill the moment those words left his mouth. She smiled at her betrothed. The voice inside her head yelled at her to cut the prince's head clean off.

"We'll see..." She nodded, signaling to Aemond that the first move was his.

The Targaryen wasted no time. He strode over to her. The tip of his sword was almost touching her. Then she dissappeared.

"Miss."

He looked to his left. She looked as if she'd never moved an inch, her hands still folded behind her back.

Aemond swung. And missed. His sword went through the air, the force of the blow almost tipping him to the side.

"Another miss."

His eye found hers once again. His brows furrowed. Aemond lowered his sword.

"You give up so easily?"

The prince smirked as he swung again.He'd sure get her this time, she wouldn't be able to react in time. And yet, his sword made no contact once more.

"Ser Cole...Would you care to join us?" Aemond heard her voice coming from behind him this time. Then came a blow to the back of his legs. The Prince fell to his knees. One of her hands wrapped around his neck before he could kiss the ground goodnight. "Ser Cole?"

Criston was staring at the two in shock, mouth wide open. She was so damn fast, his eyes could barely see her as she moved. And that kick... It came to him- that kick was her holding back.

"Pick your jaw from the floor." Her hand found its way back behind her. "Join us."

The lady wasn't asking. That was a command. The soldier inside of Cole answered.

He unsheathed his sword, the blade hissing in response. The knight circled around her, two black eyes following every move of his. Prince Aemond took the opportunity to rise back to his feet, his sword going up at the same time he did. The two men looked at eachother. Aemond nodded.

They had spent hours swinging at eachother. The knight had let him on all his secrets, all moves, all strategies. There was no need for words.

Criston engaged first. Swing after swing, none of which found their target. He was desperately trying to get her in a trap. But her moves were calculated, all of them well thought of.

They both thought her full attention had turned to the man in front of her when Aemond One-Eye made his way towards the two.

One step. Two steps. Three steps. He was right behind her, sword ready to swing at her head. If the hit were to land, it'd kill her on the spot.

"You don't move around quietly; you know that, right?"

She disappeared from sight once more. Aemond lost his balance again. He took Criston along on his way down to the dirt.

"It's your eyes, boys. They're the ones shouting the truth, while the rest of you is telling lies." A deep voice came out from above.

"Unfortunately for you, this one has good hearing." The stranger's hand had turned to point at the young woman that stood next to him.

Beliz and Rebonna enveloped in a tight hug, both laughing. Ser Criston got back up, hand extending out to his prince. Aemond was too busy staring up at the stranger, his eye trailing over the two strong arms that now held his woman. He smacked the knight's hand away, quickly forgetting about his weapon that now laid on the ground.

"Morgon salen, it is good to see you back this soon." The two let go of eachother. "Aeth tha ukasire esinax suidos issa..."

Rebonna was now holding the stranger's hands in hers, just as she'd done with Aemond's earlier that day. The prince felt a lump find home in his throat as he took in her sorrowful expression. It made him want to tear the man in pieces for ever daring to cause such distress to her.

"I apologize, thamar ēdas yeni othok..."

"Nonsense! You could never do such a thing!" The sad look had dissappeared from her eyes. She was shaking the strange man's hands, trying to reassure him. Beliz smiled, two rows of sharp, white teeth showing between his lips.

"Oh, how rude of me!" Rebonna suddenly turned to face the prince and the knight of the Kingsguard. Beliz snorted quietly. It didn't go unnoticed by Aemond. "My Prince, Ser Criston, this is Beliz. A dear friend of mine."

"Beliz...?" The silver haired man trailed off, his sharp jaw clenching as he sized up the stranger.

"Just Beliz. It's a pleasure, my Prince!" The man extended his arm out, enormous palm held wide open. Now that he'd turned to face him, Aemond could finally take a good look. He recognized him almost immediately. He was one of the twelve that had escorted the lady to the feast. One of the twelve that could dissappear into thin air.

Rebonna huffed, trying not to laugh at the prince's confused stare. She knew perfectly well what Beliz was doing, but couldn't be bothered to stop him. Her shadows loved toying with people. She did too.

"Well, we best go." Lady Vessard's voice shot out, her foot tapping happily. "My Prince, Ser Criston!"

Rebonna was already dragging Beliz towards the Red Keep by the time Aemond realized the two were walking away. As his eye followed the them, the prince noticed eleven other strangers standing close to the steps that led into the castle. They were all staring him down, only stopping once their master had reached them. Their blank faces twisted into wicked smiles as they turned their backs to him.

"Let us continue, my Prince. It would seem both of us could use some more training." Ser Criston let out bitterly.

"Where to now?"

"Enek, trust me, if I knew I'd tell you..."

"Sothoryos?" The bearded man that stood closest to the doors of the lady's chambers asked, his scarred hand resting on the door handle. The injury to his neck had been so severe, it had damaged his vocal cords to the point where not even Rebonna could help him. What was left of his once strong, booming voice was nothing more than a ghost. A shadow.

"Fuck, forgot about that cursed place..." Rebonna ran her delicate fingers through the locks of black hair that covered her head.

"Abdin is right, the Sothoryi might know something, considering all the beasts that dwell there... It's worth the try." Mala said.

The others nodded in agreement.

"Fine,fine.Sothoryos it is then. But..." Rebonna pointed at Liora and Firoll, eyes squinting as she shook her finger at them "...no white bats, no basilisks and absolutely no pyramantulas* !"

"Let's not forget blood worms" Beliz added.

"That too! Bring nothing back, those poor beasts don't belong here. I'd also like to believe you two have learned by now that they do not wish to be plucked out of their lands either!"

On their last visit to Sothoryos, during the Second Ghiscari War, Liora and Firoll had gotten so drunk, the two fell into a drunken stupor. Without anyone noticing, they escaped into the Green Hell, stumbling over their feet. They returned two days later, bite marks covering them from head to toe, each holding a white vampire bat, the size of a large dog, in their arms. The creatures were scared to death, biting at their captors' fingers with whatever was left of their power.

Next was the six-legged basilisks they had "stumbled upon" in a cave during their visit to the Basilisks Isles. This fearsome beast had fought bravely, tearing Liora's face open with its spiked tail. Firoll had almost lost an eye trying to catch it. Fortunately for all, the basilisk had decided it had dealt enough damage to the two imbeciles, and fled the scene.

Last came the horde of pyramantulas. The two cretins had tried to corner a baby pyramantula with the intent of bringing it back to Asshai. They did not even notice the rest of the family watching from above them. Not long after they sprinted past camp, screaming at the others to run as the hundreds of fire arachnids followed close behind. They lost all they'd brought to Sothoryos that day, all their possessions burning in the fire the giant spiders left behind.

"If it were possible, I'd kill you two right where you're standing..." Rebonna said to them on that night, the light from the flames bouncing off of her pale skin.

"If only..." The nine other shadows grumbled.

"Have us stay here then, with you. We'll be of no help there."

"Yeah, we'd probably just cause more harm than anything" Liora said, his eyes pleading. Rebonna had always had a soft spot for him. They all knew it. "Please, I want to walk the streets of this good-for-nothing town once more... I want to visit the place where my home once stood."

"You lazy bastards..." Their master muttered. "Fine, you're staying."

The cracked skin around the Westerosi's eyes wrinkled as much as it would allow, his dry lips twisting in a smile. Another win.

He flopped down next to the lady and wrapped his left hand around her shoulders.

"Thank you, my love. I promise, we'd be on our best behavior."

"Sure,sure...if I didn't know you so well, I might have actually believed you."

"It's decided then? We're going to Sothoryos?" Beliz asked.

Rebonna nodded in agreement.

"Āeksio salen!" The men said before they dissappeared once more.

"Rhae...othok kae nesat īa mazaro vala możgon?"

"You two go, Firoll. I can't, the King is hosting a feast later this evening. My..." The next couple of words came out as a hiss "betrothed and I have decided on a date for our wedding ceremony."

Firoll shook his head as him and Liora headed for the door.

"Try not to kill him before the bedding ceremony." Liora snickered, his split tongue flickering over his lower lip. Firoll pushed him out of the room and turned to look at her once more, shoulders shrugging and an apologetic look on his face.

Viserys reached for his cup once more. His friend had always had the awful habit of arriving late to such events. Unfortunately, it seemed like her ways were rubbing off on the young prince. Neither one of them was present, leaving the King of Westeros to deal with the Queen on his own.

Alicent was fuming. They'd been waiting for an hour now. Neither her son, nor his betrothed were anywhere to be found.

"This is the second time. And now Aemond is gone too..." She cracked her knuckles under the table. "Aegon, where is your brother?"

"How should I know? I haven't seen him at all today." Aegon responded, not even bothering to look at his mother as he spoke. His eyes were trained on the decanter in front of him. As he reached out for it, the Queen stood up. She slapped his hand away.

"You've had more than enough for one night. Get ahold of yourself, it's enough that I have to see you in this condition all the time, but that woman might walk in any second now."

"Alicent..." Viserys tried to stop her, failing miserably.

"I will not have you make a fool out of me in front of strangers..."

The doors swung open. Alicent closed her mouth, her eyes going from one son to the other. Aemond walked into to room with lady Vessard on his right.

"Ah, Rebonna!" Viserys laughed. "Always fashionably late!"

" 'Twas my fault, father. Do not put the blame on my betrothed."

"No need, my Prince. Your father knows me well..."

What he'd just done surprised her, even though she would never admit it. It was a simple lie, yes, but he was willing to take the blame off of her and carry it on his shoulders himself. She wondered how far his devotion for her would stretch to. Would he still be at her side, once her plans were revealed?

"Don't just stand there! Please, take a seat!" The Queen's words pulled Rebonna away from her thoughts. "You must be tired after all that training!"

Aemond nodded at his mother in a curt manner, a warning for the Queen to not push her luck. It made her feel uneasy. Her darling, perfect boy was treating her like she was no one, all to protect the stranger that held onto his hand.

"Your mother is right, boy. Sit, sit!" The King ushered, hand waving at Rebonna.

"My lady..." Aemond finally said as he pulled her chair back.

Rebonna smiled as she sat down, her eyes never leaving the Queen. The corners of her mouth twitched lightly as she turned to face at her future sister-in-law and her husband.

"Princess Helaena! Prince Aegon! I apologize, we must have lost track of time!"

Aegon choked on his drink. Alicent glared at him, trying her hardest not to reach across the table and slap him.

"There is no need, sister." The sweet girl that sat on her right said. "I trust your stay at the capital has been pleasant so far?"

Oh, Rebonna had heard all about the brigh-minded girl, long before she'd even met her. To the rest of the world, the princess was a strange being. Her interests did not meet those a proper lady should have. She'd always been fascinated with insects, her curious eyes watching them as they crawled around her hands freely. That wasn't the most interesting thing about her though, no. Not long after she'd learned how to talk, the princess had started muttering cryptic messages under her breath. To most, those were just empty words, spilled out with no thought behind them. She'd been just a child and as many know, children always blabber about something. But Helaena was now a grown woman.

Rebonna had recognized it almost immediately after the tales of the strange princess reached her ears. She was a dreamer. Not a particularly strong one, for which the girl had no fault. The prophecies always came to her in the form of riddles,but still... A living Targaryen Dreamer. Unfortunately, most of what she said fell on deaf ears...

"More than I could describe, my Princess!"

"Are you and my brother getting along? That is quite important for a marriage, you know?"

Rebonna had also heard of the way the princess' older brother and husband- Aegon, had been treating her and their children. The Prince neglected her, only ever coming to Helaena when their mother pointed out that his wife is still not with child, two moons after the wedding. He did his duty. Then left her be once more.

"I'd like to think that we are, Princess." Her gaze softened as she replied.

"On the topic of marriage..." Prince Aegon desperately tried to turn the attention of the room away from him and his sister-wife. "...have you two decided when the ceremony will take place!"

"In a fortnight, brother." Aemond said, dragging every word out.

"A toast then!" The King's voice rang through the room. He got up slowly, Alicent following right after.

Helaena and Rebonna stood up at the same time, leaving the two brothers to stare at eachother. The silver haired girl wrapped her left hand around the one of the taller woman that sat beside her, her right one reaching for her cup. She turned to face her with a warm, trusting smile.

"To my son Aemond..." Viserys pointed to him with his cup, then turned to her. "...and lady Vessard! Today we wish you happiness. May the Gods protect you from the storm, from pain and illness, from hardships. May they grant you with passion and ardor! Let your love last forever, and be longer than the last sunset!"

Without even realizing it, Rebonna had turned to face Aemond. He was already looking at her.

"Hear! Hear!" The Prince said, the edge of his cup pressing to his soft lips.

*pyramantulas- giant fire spiders, native to the unexplored parts of Sothoryos. Pyramantulas are not venomous. Their bodies are covered in thick hair. Pyramantulas differ by size and shape. The most common ones are red, followed by orange, yellow and white, which is considered the rarest. The smallest adult pyra on record stood 4 meters(13 feet) above the ground. Largest one- 10 meters(32 feet). Females are larger than males. They're not aggressive and usually hide from other beasts and humans. Pyramantulas are carnivores. They hunt in packs. Average speed is 40km/h (24m/h). They live in colonies, smallest one on record had well over 500 hundred members. Said to be able to understand human speech, but not confirmed. When the pyras feel threatened or in the rare occasions of them fighting amongst eachother for dominance, their bodies burst into flames. Cannot be tamed.

*Translation of Asshai'i and High Valyrian down below*

A: I'd rather just listen to you talk.

R:I want to talk with my husband in my own language, if you don't mind.

R: Let's go...

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R to B: Old friend, it is good to see you back this soon. I wish it was under different circumstances.

B: I apologize, we have failed you...

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Shadows to R: Master!

F to R&L: So...you two wanna go grab a drink?

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gracelandmp3 · 6 years ago

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if you're still looking for asks - who is/are your dnd character(s)?

BOY HOWDY DO I LOVE TO TALK ABOUT MY OCS also i dont think ive ever fully written them all out like this before i really have,,,,, lots huh

ok so my main bitch, who ive had for like ,,,, damn this frog game @torpidglory is running has been going for almost a year now thats wild - anyways her name is hadassa silverstone & shes a black dragonborn uhh,,,, failed revolutionary & priestess of the raven queen? mechanically shes a level 5 grave domain cleric w a criminal background and a Lot of issues - im kind of overhauling her right now in terms of like personality / rp stuff bc i know a lot about her backstory but i never really decided what kind of person she is? shes ,, the reluctant mom friend & she believes in fate and i think she tries to believe that most people have good in them & she should try to find it, but that kind of goes against her instincts (she grew up on and off the streets & was adjacent to the thieves guild, her dead twin brother was a member) so its something shes working on. she was a casual worshipper of the raven queen for most of her life and i think originally joined the temple as cover / to give her comrades access to a safehouse? but then over time she developed a really deep connection to the raven queen & now since the first thing she remembers after her whole backstory Nonsense which i dont have time to get into here went down is waking up in the temple, she really believes that her goddess has a plan for her & brought her back to life to achieve that. (sorry i think about hadassa a lot shes probably my favorite oc and i would die for her shes got a whole playlist which is a wip but like.. so u know how serious i am)

then just continuing in order of when the games started we got ifrit kheferu, a tiefling sorcerer whos part of this dragon religion we made up?? narratively hes a favored soul but mechanically his sorcerous origin is phoenix bc i wanted to play an immolator but dnd doesnt super have that build so i improvised - anyways hes got a god complex & thinks hes a prophet & the dragons speak to him and also hes a pretentious nightmare twink..... hes heavily inspired by ephrim friendsatthetable and somebody else who i cant remember, hes only level 1 and we havent played this game in a Minute bc its a rotating dm west marches thing & i think im running the next oneshot (his full list of titles is the Reverend Ifrit Kheferu, Flame-touched, Lightbringer, Lesser Dauphin of the Coruscat of Thalia - formerly of the Marid, Third Flagship of clan Ifrit)

then we got Val, my bouncer paladin from the dungeon world game that my friend james is running - theyre a temple guard at the temple of the Lady, which we created during world gen as like.... a sanctuary for vice and stuff like that?? (weird things happen during the quiet year its a fun game lads) anyways the Lady is the goddess of thieves, luck, & protector of all those who use the roads so within the walls of the temple compound is kind of a combination hostel, casino, brothel, and marketplace? like generally the vibe of the Lady is that thing of where a bartender ends up being ur therapist, except that theyre a priest - so val is a bouncer, pretty much, but w a divine connection. theyre legally required to scam people in order to keep their quest boons.

last but not least, brand new and untested, is ismene assam, tiefling swashbuckler rogue & first mate of the pirate ship la salope. she hates furbies, loves deals, and was gonna be my only non spellcasting character but, well, tieflings - her spells that she gets from her infernal legacy are like friends & charm person & stuff so i think she doesnt think of them as magic, just like,,, force of personality - i rolled on some tables from xanathars guide for backstory stuff and i think she was born in the city of dis and then moved around a lot growing up - one of her parents is a devil and she has some connection to nobility maybe?? i think she scammed her way into a court somewhere & ran off after getting engaged or married to a princeling im not entirely sure - again, untested. she cheats at cards, cant resist a bet, thinks she’s more or less unconnable, and shes gonna be EXTREMELY fun to play. her original concept was a gunslinger who’s just zoe from firefly but a tiefling, so theres still a bit of that in her? but shes changed a LOT since then

anyways i have a Problem and i play way too many divine classes

#i dont have a dnd tag huh #anon #q&a

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decennia · 3 years ago

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already interested in your not introduced ocs 👀

TO BE INTRODUCED:

VAMPIRE VERSE

Trinity Santos

FC: Adria Arjona. Love Interest: Dean Winchester, Seth Gecko, Dracula (sort of, not really; mutual obsession). Fic: The Sainted Sisters.

She is the one who holds strongest to the beliefs with which she had been made. She has no love for vampires, while her sisters, Faith and Edith, are often drawn to them by the relatability of immortality.

Edith Michaelis

FC: Kathryn Newton. Love Interest: Edward Cullen, Kol Mikaelson. Fic: The Sainted Sisters.

Believed to have been stolen as vengeance for the witches he'd burned, Sebastian Michaelis was ruthless in finding his sister, Edith. She'd been Goried before the seventh witch was hanged.

Faith Castellan

FC: Lesley-Ann Brandt. Love Interest: Damon Salvatore, Lestat de Lioncourt, Santanico Pandemonium. Fic: The Sainted Sisters.

The only survivor of the attack on her master's house, Faith Castellan was spared by the vampire Lestat for her resemblance to his love, Queen Akasha.

HARRY POTTER (Golden Trio Era)

Wilbur Prewett

FC: Sean Berdy. House: Gryffindor. Love Interest: Caden McLaggen. Fic: Visions of Gideon.

Son of Constance Flint and Gideon Prewett, Wilbur was deafened by the attack that killed his father and uncle. He would still prove capable of magic, and attends Hogwarts in the same year as Althea Abbott and Harry Potter, and his cousin, Ron Weasley.

Caden McLaggen

FC: Dacre Montgomery. House: Gryffindor. Love Interest: Wilbur Prewett. Fic: Visions of Gideon

"How do you say I love you in sign language?"

"If you have to tell him you love him, you don't."

"I don't have to tell him, but I want to. Every single day for the rest of our lives."

Ives McLaggen

FC: Hunter Schafer. House: Ravenclaw. Love Interest: Dean Thomas. Fic: Ablaze.

Younger sister to Caden McLaggen, Ives had big shoes to fill when coming to Hogwarts. Which didn't exactly mean Caden was impressive, or anything. If anything, it just meant he had abnormally large feet.

LORD OF THE RINGS

Maethrien of Rivendell

FC: Bridget Regan. Love Interest: Aragorn (unrequited love). Fic: ((TBA))

Of Elrond's children, Maethrien was the name that seldom arose to the forefront of discussion. No, instead they had come to call her Lady Woe, for there was none a more mournful cry in all of Middle Earth than hers when Aragorn fell.

LUCIFER

Remiel (Remi Greenfields)

FC: Ciara Renée. Love Interest: None. Fic: Chaos & Conquer.

"The Silver City is mine, every bit as it is yours. More so ever since you were cast down, Lightbringer. How is Hell nowadays, little brother?"

MARVEL

Theresa Demir

FC: Melisa Pamuk. Love Interest: Bucky Barnes. Fic: Krvna Osveta.

"They introduced me to pain. Real pain, the kind that makes you believe in hell. And then they weaponized my suffering. Made it so that it was no longer just my own. And then, when I had finally found peace, they stole that from me, too. That is what Hydra did to me."

Delilah Dresden

FC: Carly Chaikin. Love Interest: Eddie Brock, Matt Murdock. Fic: The Policy of Truth.

Older sister to Drew Dresden, Delilah returned to New York upon the untimely death of their parents in order to serve as Drew's legal guardian. She left behind, in San Francisco, her best friend, Eddie Brock, who graduated and went on to become a reporter. Delilah would become a reporter, too. Freelance, for The Daily Bugle, and hellbent on uncovering the identities to the masked heroes that roam New York.

Drew Dresden

FC: Odessa A'zion. Love Interest: Harry Osborn. Fic: We Will Always Have Tomorrow.

Drew is just trying to survive high school, while also helping her sister dismantle the conspiracy of the century. But of course, life couldn't be simple, ever, because not only is her best friend, Peter, blatantly blowing her off to do God knows what, but Harry Osborn, her old nemesis, has returned to town.

Lana Leeds

FC: Liza Soberano. Love Interest: Peter Parker. Fic: Serpentine.

"There's something dangerous about the boredom of teenage girls."

Paz Martin

FC: Ana de Armas. Love Interest: Loki. Fic: Wanderer.

Known to SWORD as The Dreamwalker, Paz Martin was called in to observe the Hex. Sent in to retrieve Monica Rambeau, Paz enters a fractured world, Wanda's fractured mind. Not only that, but she's started having dreams of a man cloaked in green and gold.

Eileen Stallard

FC: Vanessa Kirby. Love Interest: Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson. Fic: The Apotheosis of War.

The Green Goblin had been unstable to begin with. Based vaguely off the remnants of Erskine's serum, a freak accident at the Osborn Estate resulted in nurse Eileen Stallard receiving abilities that would make her more than human. Eileen Stallard died on that estate that day. And the Shieldmaiden walked out.

Edmund Barnes

FC: David Corenswet. Love Interest: Eileen. Fic: The Apotheosis of War.

Younger brother to Bucky, childhood friend of Steve and Eileen, Edmund Barnes would fall in the war, but be hailed as one of Captain America's bravest companions, alongside his brother.

SKULDUGGERY PLEASANT

Ailia Blythe

FC: Emma Dumont. Love Interest: Dexter Vex. Fic: And The Darkness Rained Upon Them.

"I thought you were dead! Well, more dead than you are now, I wouldn't exactly call your current condition very... How exactly did you become a reanimated skeleton again?"

STRANGER THINGS

Zara Mathers

FC: Sophie Turner. Love Interest: Billy Hargrove. Fic: The Strangest Thing.

"I really hate this town."

Yolanda Lane

FC: Sonoya Mizuno. Love Interest: Steve Harrington. Fic: The Strangest Thing.

"There's something about Hawkins that just makes you dread. Like we're constantly hovering on the edge of catastrophe, and our lifeline is nothing but a single red thread. You know?"

THE WITCHER (whole story is under construction, really; has potential to be an original story)

Rheya of Verden

FC: Amita Suman. Love Interest: Wenrys. Fic: ((TBA)).

Prince Wenrys of Agaron

FC: Timothee Chalamet. Love Interest: Rheya. Fic: ((TBA)).

Seiko of Kaesong

FC: Dianne Doan. Love Interest: None, little bit of Geralt. Fic: ((TBA)).

Ramsamy of Gravenor

FC: Luke Pasqualino. Love Interest: Yennefer. Fic: ((TBA)).

#if anyone poaches my idea i will sue #:}#this took me so long to get written down because i had like fifty thoughts a minute #decennia ocs

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