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Scorched Hearts VIII

Summary:

'We loved with a love that was more than love - Edgar Allen Poe'

Valaena reminisces about the plan that lead her and Aemond to where they are now, and the two discuss returning to Westeros.

Warning(s): Angst, Drama, Language, Fluff, Memories, Uncle/Niece Incest, Kissing, Smut, Fingering, Lactation Kink, P in V, Moon Tea.

AEMOND x O.C Niece

Word Count: 5098

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

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As Aemond slept peacefully beside her, his arm draped protectively over her waist, Valaena's thoughts drifted back to the night that had changed everything—the night they had made the plan to die.

She could still feel the warmth of the fire in their small cabin, the flickering flames casting shadows on their bare skin as they lay entwined on the floor.

The memory of the cuts on her palm and lip, now healed but still symbolic, stood out clearly in her mind.

They had married that night, in the old way of their house, binding themselves to one another with blood and fire.

Aemond had kissed her, a mixture of passion and pain, sealing the vow that would make them one soul, one life, forever.

His voice from that night echoed in her ears now as she absentmindedly stroked his hair, recalling the gravity in his tone when he told her, ‘There is only one way for us to be together’.

He had asked her to trust him, and of course, she had. She always trusted him.

Even though his plan was dangerous—unorthodox and bound to hurt those they loved—what choice did they have?

Running away would have been futile. People would search for them, and eventually, they would be found. They had to disappear completely.

Their deaths would free them, but more importantly, it would allow Rhaenyra the freedom to claim her birthright without the heavy chains of their forbidden love.

Still, the plan weighed heavily on Valaena's heart.

Aemond had gone silent for a long while that night, deep in thought, before he proposed the idea of meeting in the skies.

‘They’ll think we fought and killed each other’ he had said, his voice low but certain.

She remembered the uneasy feeling that settled in her stomach at the thought of such a deception.

She had asked how it would work, and Aemond, ever calculating, had already thought ahead.

He told her of Borros Baratheon and Otto’s plan for him to offer his hand in marriage in exchange for the Lord of Stoms End’s support, he also mentioned how Rhaenyra would surely send one of her envoys.

It was perfect—she would be the one to offer to come on her mother's behalf, and their charade could begin.

To make it convincing, they had to pretend to hate one another.

Aemond had played his part well, and his harsh words at Storm's End had stung more than she'd expected, but she knew it was necessary.

He had spent weeks afterwards begging for her forgiveness, hating himself for the cruelty, but Valaena had understood.

They both had roles to play.

Their final act had come with their dragons, a clash in the sky that would seal their fates in the eyes of the world.

She could still remember the practice flights they took over the Narrow Sea that night, the thrill of the dragons racing one another, their flames lighting up the night.

It had been almost like a game to Vhagar and Silverwing. The plan had worked, but it left behind devastation in its wake.

Valaena's thoughts darkened as she remembered saying goodbye to her family. She could only hope that her mother would one day forgive her for the pain she had caused, for the grief Rhaenyra must have felt for believing that her daughter was gone.

But at the time, there had been no other way. Aemond had been right—everyone had to believe they were dead if they were to ever have a chance at freedom.

The first weeks of their new life had been difficult, almost unbearable at times. The only money they had was what Aemond had managed to steal, and they had to avoid populated areas of Essos to keep their secret hidden.

She had been with child and time was against them. They needed to find a place to settle before their babe came and there were times they had to stop and let the dragons rest, taking shelter against them and huddling together for warmth.

Sometimes Aemond would venture off in search of food and he would be gone for what seemed like hours, only to return with whatever he could find or in some cases steal.

No matter what he made sure she had something to eat, he didn’t want any harm coming to her or the babe, luckily the dragons were capable hunters and often Vhagar and Silverwing would share their spoils with them albeit a little charred.

She knew this wasn’t what Aemond had envisioned when he suggested that they fake their deaths and flee together, she knew he resented himself for how they had to live, and he felt like he was failing in his duty to her and their unborn child.

But she made sure to tell him every night that she loved him and no matter what, they were together and that’s all that mattered to her.

Finally, after many weeks of travel, they ended up finding sanctuary in Qarth.

The Prince of Qarth had been eager to welcome them, especially once he learned they possessed dragons. Aemond had struck a deal—protection for the city in exchange for a manse, food, and security.

The dragons, Vhagar and Silverwing, would guard the city from poachers and pirates, and in return, they would have everything they needed.

Valaena smiled faintly as she remembered the birth of their son. She had cried for her mother then, wishing desperately that Rhaenyra could have been there, but Aemond had been steadfast by her side, holding her hand through every moment of pain.

They had named him Rhaegar, after Rhaenyra, a silent tribute to the family they had left behind.

Elaena, their second-born, had been named for Aemond’s beloved sister, Helaena, and their youngest, Daenys, after the prophetic ancestor of their house. The names were a reminder of the legacy they carried, even in their self-imposed exile.

Now, as Aemond shifted in his sleep beside her, curling his body around hers, Valaena looked down at him, stroking his hair with tender fingers.

She wondered what would await them when they returned to Westeros. Would they be forgiven? Would the world even accept them, after everything they had done?

Her heart ached at the thought of seeing her mother again, of reuniting with her brothers. But the uncertainty of their reception weighed heavily on her mind.

Aemond had been right—they had built a good life here in Qarth, far away from the reach of Westeros.

But it wasn’t home. Not truly.

As she gazed at Aemond’s sleeping face, his features soft and peaceful, Valaena knew that they couldn’t hide forever.

One day, they would return. And when they did, they would face whatever awaited them together.

Just as they always had.

Valaena stood on the balcony of their manse, looking out over the lush garden where Rhaegar and Elaena played with their dragons.

The hatchlings flapped their wings excitedly, snapping at one another playfully as the children giggled.

Nearby, a maid sat nervously cradling baby Daenys, her eyes wide as she watched the dragons with wary fascination.

Valaena smiled, but her mind was far away, filled with memories of a time long gone. The warm breeze tugged at the strands of her dark hair, and she sighed softly, lost in thought.

A familiar presence approached from behind. She felt Aemond’s arms encircle her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder as he gently pulled her back against his chest.

His breath was warm against her skin as he asked softly, “What are you thinking about?”

Valaena smiled, leaning into him. “Us, when we were younger and how I used to have such a crush on you when I was a child.”

Aemond chuckled, a low, warm sound that vibrated through his chest. “Really?”

She laughed, remembering. “Oh gods, yes. You were so beautiful and so perfect with your wavy hair and freckles. I used to follow you everywhere. I was so in awe of you.”

“Is that why you used to give me sweets?” he asked, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

Valaena nodded, her eyes sparkling with nostalgia. “Yes. I thought if I shared them with you, then maybe you’d like me. I’d steal them from the kitchens, and I’d always leave the best ones for you.”

Aemond pressed a tender kiss to her shoulder, his voice softer now. “I always liked you. I was just too shy to say anything and too awkward to show it.”

Her heart swelled as she remembered those days. “I used to hide on the ramparts and watch you train. The way you practiced, always so focused, so determined. It used to break my heart to see you alone while the others sparred together.”

Aemond tightened his hold around her waist, his voice tinged with emotion. “But with you, I never felt alone again.”

Valaena turned slightly to look at him, her gaze filled with warmth. “Do you remember the first time you realized you loved me?”

Aemond paused, his single violet eye looking distant for a moment as he thought. Then, with a soft smile, he said, “I think I loved you even before I knew what love was. There was always something about you—"

Valaena's eyes shimmered with affection. She had loved him for so long that she couldn’t remember a time when she didn’t.

Now, standing here together with their children playing in the garden, the weight of what they had built together felt more precious than ever.

"If we return to King's Landing-" she began, her voice quiet, "-and things go bad—if I have to choose between you and my mother—I’ll choose you. Always"

The words hung between them, heavy and full of meaning.

She felt Aemond's breath hitch, and then, to her surprise, he buried his face in her shoulder. A soft, muffled sob escaped him.

Valaena turned quickly, concern flooding her face. “What’s wrong?”

Aemond looked up at her, his eye misted with emotion. His voice was thick with unshed tears as he spoke. “Just hearing you say that. It means more to me than you’ll ever know.”

She reached up, cupping his face gently, her thumb brushing over his cheek. “It’s true, Aemond. You are my heart. My everything.”

Aemond’s hand trembled slightly as he brought it up to hold her face. “I love you so much, Valaena. More than I can ever put into words.”

She leaned in, and their lips met in a slow, tender kiss, a moment of pure connection that washed away the uncertainties of the future.

They had faced impossible odds before and survived. Together, they were stronger than anything the world could throw at them.

As they broke apart, Aemond rested his forehead against hers, his voice a soft whisper. “We’ll face whatever comes together and I will always choose you too.”

Valaena smiled, her heart full as they stood together under the stars, knowing that no matter what awaited them in Westeros, they would never be alone as long as they had each other.

Aemond stood in the training yard, wooden sword in hand as he guided his son Rhaegar, through a series of basic sword movements.

The boy’s silver hair clung to his forehead; his little brow furrowed in concentration as he mimicked his father’s motions.

Aemond’s voice was calm and encouraging as he praised Rhaegar’s efforts, his pride evident with each swing of the boy's sword.

“Good, Rhaegar. That’s it—move your feet like we practiced,” Aemond said, stepping aside and gesturing for Rhaegar to try another strike.

The boy followed, his small hands gripping the wooden sword tightly, his face lighting up at the attention.

As the sun bore down on them in the scorching heat, Aemond called for a break. A young maid quickly rushed forward with water, offering cups to both father and son.

As Aemond took a long drink he felt a gentle nudge at his side and looked down to see Elaena, his daughter, standing with a wooden sword clutched in one hand, and her thumb in her mouth.

“Me try!” Elaena mumbled around her thumb; her big violet eyes wide with determination.

Aemond smiled warmly, giving the maid the cup. He took a step back, raising his wooden sword again.

“Alright, my little warrior. Let’s see what you can do.”

Elaena hefted the wooden sword, struggling a little with its weight but managing to lift it up. She swung it at Aemond with all her might.

Aemond blocked it with a mock gasp, tapping his own sword gently against hers.

“Oh no, Elaena strikes with deadly precision! How will I ever defeat such a seasoned warrior?”

Elaena giggled, encouraged by her father’s playful tone, and took another swing.

This time, Aemond dramatically dropped his sword and collapsed to his knees, holding his chest in mock agony. “Oh no! She got me!”

He fell onto his back, playing dead as Elaena squealed and dropped her sword, rushing to his side. She knelt next to him, shaking his shoulder with concern. “Oh Daddy. I just playing”

Aemond stayed still for a few seconds, then suddenly opened his eye with a mischievous grin.

“Got you!” He grabbed Elaena and pulled her down, peppering her face with kisses as she shrieked with laughter.

“Daddy, nooooo! Stop!” she giggled, squirming in his arms.

Just then, Rhaegar joined in, trying to tackle his father. Aemond caught him in one arm and held both of his children close, rolling with them in the sand as they all laughed together.

Their joyous sounds filled the air until a voice interrupted.

“And just what exactly is going on here?” Valaena’s voice rang out, teasingly stern as she approached from the manse.

Aemond looked up from the ground, a grin on his face. “I’ve just been defeated by the most fearsome warriors in the realm,” he declared, still holding onto Rhaegar and Elaena.

Valaena laughed, crossing her arms. “Is that so? Well, I do hope they take mercy on me.”

Elaena giggled sweetly. “We will, Mama.”

Valaena knelt down, brushing some sand from Elaena’s cheek. “That’s good to hear, because Daenys is having a nap and it’s time for both of you to bathe, besides I’m sure there’s a little girl under all that sand somewhere.”

A maid named Lirri stepped forward, ushering Rhaegar and Elaena inside for their bath.

Aemond watched them go with a fond smile before hauling himself off the ground, brushing the sand off his jerkin. “Time for my training now.”

A guard named Arro, approached, and a squire rushed forward to hand Aemond his steel sword. Valaena stood to the side, watching as Aemond and Arro began their sparring session.

Their swords clashed with precision, each strike powerful and deliberate. Aemond moved like a predator, swift and calculating, dodging Arro’s attacks with ease.

Before long, Aemond had Arro pinned, his sword at the man’s throat. Arro yielded, and Aemond stepped back, offering him a hand.

“Good effort,” Aemond said. “But remember to disperse your weight more evenly and open up your stance.”

Arro nodded, grateful for the advice. “I’ll learn for next time.”

As the squire returned the weapons, Aemond shrugged off his jerkin and pulled off his sweat-soaked cotton shirt, revealing the hard lines of his muscled torso.

The heat of the day had left him glistening, the sweat running down his skin. Valaena noticed the young maid staring at Aemond with wide eyes, her gaze shamelessly lingering on his lithe, powerful form as she handed him another cup of water.

Valaena’s lips curved into a knowing smile. She stepped forward and, without warning, kissed Aemond.

He was taken by surprise for a moment, the cup slipping from his hand and falling into the sand as his arms wrapped around her, deepening the kiss with passion.

When they parted, Aemond’s breath was heavy, his eye dark with desire. “You need to bathe,” Valaena said, her voice soft but firm.

Aemond grinned. “Only if you join me.”

Valaena’s smile grew as she nodded. “I wouldn’t dream of missing it.”

Valaena sat nestled on Aemond’s lap in the warm bath, her body pressed against his as she delicately ran a sharpened blade over his chin.

Aemond had his eye closed, his head leaned back, arms draped lazily over the edges of the bath. The heat of the water and Valaena's gentle touch had relaxed him completely.

With each careful stroke, she shaved his face with expert precision, the intimacy of the act bringing them closer in the quiet moments of the evening.

As she worked, her thoughts drifted to the uncertain future, and she broke the comfortable silence between them.

"I’ve been thinking about our return to Westeros," she said softly, her voice thoughtful as the blade moved over his skin.

Aemond hummed in response, his lips barely twitching. His relaxation remained unbroken, though her words stirred something deep inside him.

"I wish to wait a little longer," Valaena continued, focusing on the task at hand. "Daenys is still so young to be traveling such a long way, even on dragon back."

Aemond opened his eye and lifted his head slightly, his gaze meeting hers as he shifted in the water. “It’s alright,” he said, his voice a deep murmur. “Whenever we’re ready.”

Valaena smiled softly, relieved at his understanding. She tilted his head gently, guiding the blade along his jawline, her hands steady. “I admit," she said quietly, "I do fear the reaction to our return. After all, we’ve been dead for five years.”

Aemond took her hand as she paused, bringing it to his lips and kissing her fingers gently. His touch sent warmth through her, and he reassured her in that soft, steady way only he could.

"It’s expected to cause shock-maybe anger," he admitted. "But I’m sure your mother will be glad to know you’re alive."

Valaena couldn’t help but chuckle lightly at the thought. "I just hope she doesn’t have your head sliced off before she realizes how glad she is."

Aemond smirked, his amusement evident as he relaxed back into the bath. “I trust that my wife will advocate for me.”

With the final stroke, Valaena finished shaving him and carefully wiped the blade clean. “I will cast myself between you and the blade if I have to,” she promised, her voice serious despite the lightness in her eyes.

Aemond’s lips quirked into a smile. “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that,” he said, his tone affectionate as he gazed up at her.

Valaena set the blade aside and cupped his now smooth face in her hands, leaning down to kiss him.

The kiss was soft at first, her lips gently brushing his, but it quickly deepened as Aemond’s hands slid down her back, gripping her waist beneath the water.

She felt him, hard and ready beneath her, and the intensity of his touch sent a shiver through her.

Valaena broke the kiss for a moment, her breath warm against his lips as she whispered, “Go slow.”

She moved her head to side as Aemond began pressing gentle kisses to her neck.

“My sweet wife. My Valaena” muttered Aemond.

“My husband. My love” gasped Valaena.

“Your mine. Forever” said Aemond.

Valaena lifted her hips and reached down to take hold of Aemond’s hard cock.

After teasing her husband with a few slow strokes, Valaena slowly lowered herself onto his cock.

“Y-You must tell me if it hurts” whispered Aemond.

Valaena nodded and shut her eyes tight, taking a deep breath as she slowly lowered herself.

“Your doing so well-” muttered Aemond trying to control himself.

“I-It h-hurts-“ whimpered Valaena, the burning sensation bringing tears to her eyes.

“-I can pull out-” offered Aemond.

“N-No just give me a moment” replied Valaena softly as she took the rest of his cock.

Aemond groaned loudly when Valaena was fully seated in his lap, his hands grasping his wife’s hips tightly as she began to move.

Valaena wrapped her arms around his shoulders for support as Aemond began to gently meet her thrusts.

Aemond moved one of his hands to gently caress one of her milk swollen breasts.

“Valzȳrys” breathed Valaena (Husband).

Aemond bent down to lick her nipples, going back and forth between her wonderful, enlarged breasts.

“Oh” muttered Valaena, as pearly white liquid began to leak from her.

Aemond ran his tongue over the milk that had dripped from his wife’s rosy nipples and delighted in the sweetened taste.

“Hmmm” moaned Aemond as he continued to lick and suckle at her breasts, gorging himself on her milk, as his wife gently rode his cock.

His tongue swirling around her stiffened peaks, his teeth scraping against her skin, the sounds of him swallowing.

It felt so good, it felt-

“-A-Aemond” gasped Valaena.

“What is it my love”.

“Don’t stop-please, oh gods-don’t stop” exclaimed Valaena as she arched her back, her cunny clenching around Aemond’s cock as she unexpectedly climaxed.

“Did you just-peak?” asked Aemond smirking as he released her nipple with a soft pop.

“Yes, it has been some weeks since we've properly laid together-” replied Valaena, her cheeks tinged pink.

“Ñuha jorrāelagon, ñuha dāria-” whispered Aemond as he seized her lips in a kiss, the taste of milk upon his tongue (My love, my Queen).

The water began splashing over the edges of the tub as the force of Aemond’s thrusts increased.

Aemond loved fucking Valaena. She was so perfect. He loved her mother’s body and would never tire of feeling her wet heat wrapped around him.

Valaena rolled her hips in time with Aemond’s thrusts. Her loud moans echoed around their bathing chambers.

“A-Aemond. Yes. Yes. H-Husband” whined Valaena as Aemond shifted slightly and began thrusting deeper inside her.

“I want to stuff my cock deep inside your cunny and never leave” moaned Aemond.

“Aemond. P-Please” cried Valaena as she felt Aemond’s fingers against her pearl.

“Take it. Take all of me” groaned Aemond, his face pressed between her breasts.

“A-Aemond. Oh god. Please” moaned Valaena, as she writhed against him.

“I know your almost there. Let it happen. Come for me again-” whispered Aemond, his tongue moving across her nipple as he rubbed her pearl.

Valaena arched her back and let out a scream as her pleasure erupted as Aemond began fucking her a little harder.

He was almost there just a little more-

Aemond held Valaena tight to him as his cock throbbed, spilling rope after rope of his seed.

“My love. My sweet” exclaimed Aemond as Valaena sagged against him.

Valaena took the cup of moon tea from Lirri, the bitter scent already making her grimace before it even touched her lips.

With one swift motion, she drank it all in one go, wincing at the foul taste as it burned down her throat. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her expression sour.

"You ok, my lady?" Lirri asked, her slight accent tinging the words with concern.

Valaena nodded, offering a weak smile. "I’m fine. It just tastes foul. Gods, I hate drinking that stuff."

Lirri, standing beside her, gave a shrug. "Then don’t drink it."

Valaena chuckled softly, shaking her head. "As much as I enjoy carrying my husband’s children, I think I’d like to wait a little while longer before I have another." She let out a breath, looking down at the empty cup.

Lirri raised a brow, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Your husband, he is virile man, he have you many times-"

Valaena laughed, louder this time, her amusement clear. "Yes, I guess you could say that." She smiled fondly, thinking of Aemond.

Lirri nodded with satisfaction, continuing with a grin. “My lord, he is like great stallion. Always ready to mount world.”

Still giggling, Valaena shook her head. “That’s one way to put it.”

Lirri’s expression turned more serious, though her tone remained light. “My lord he is good lover, yes? It make you smile”

Valaena’s cheeks warmed, and she bit her lip as she thought of Aemond. “He’s-quite skilled,” she admitted with a soft giggle, her tone laced with affection. “But don’t tell him I said that. It’ll go straight to his head.”

Lirri laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “I think he already know, my lady.”

Valaena leaned back, letting the laughter fade as she gazed out the window at the sunny garden. “Yes,” she said softly. “He probably does.”

Lirri’s eyes flickered with admiration. "Many girls think he very beautiful. They say his hair is like the moon."

Valaena nodded, a smile tugging at her lips. "Don’t the Dothraki believe the moon is a goddess?"

"Yes," Lirri confirmed, her tone reverent. "She is wife to sun. Together they watch over all life."

Valaena looked at her, curious. "Do you miss the Dothraki?”

Lirri hesitated, her gaze turning distant. "Sometimes, but then I remember the Khal and his cruelty." Her expression hardened. "He no deserve to ride in night lands. I thank you and my lord for saving me."

Valaena’s eyes softened, guilt stirring within her. "I wish we could have saved your children."

Lirri’s hand reached for Valaena’s, squeezing it gently. Her smile was kind, though tinged with sorrow. "I will see them again when great stallion come for me. And together we will ride in starry Khalasar."

“What about Arro?” she asked, her voice lighter, hoping to bring a smile back to Lirri’s face.

Lirri’s expression warmed, a hint of affection flickering in her eyes. “Arro is kind man,” she said quietly. “He lost wife in a village raid”

Valaena nodded, recalling the memory vividly. “I remember that day. Aemond had found him lying amongst the ruins, barely clinging to life.”

Lirri’s voice was soft but steady as she said, “I’m glad my lord save him-he means great deal to me”

Valaena smiled, touched by Lirri’s strength and resilience. She felt the weight of their upcoming journey pressing on her mind. "Me and Aemond will soon return to Westeros."

"Your homeland," Lirri said, her eyes bright with curiosity.

"Yes," Valaena confirmed. "If you do not wish to come with us, then I’ll make sure you have enough money to live on."

Lirri smiled, her eyes softening. "I have no wish to stay alone. I love your children like they are mine. I want to come home with you."

Valaena’s heart warmed at her words. "As long as you’re happy."

"I am very happy, my lady," Lirri said with a firm nod.

As they shared a quiet moment, both women noticed a young maid, Mira, walk past carrying a tray of food.

Lirri leaned in closer to Valaena, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Watch that girl. She look at my lord in way she should not."

Valaena’s brow arched slightly, her gaze following the maid’s retreating figure. "I trust Aemond."

Lirri nodded, her expression stern. "Yes, your husband is good man. He does not look for others. But Mira, she want my lord to bed her."

Valaena scoffed lightly, the very idea absurd. "Aemond would never."

Lirri’s eyes darkened with certainty. "But she will try. She like many women who try to take husband for own self."

A flicker of irritation crossed Valaena’s face, but her confidence remained steady. "She won’t get what she wants from Aemond."

Lirri smiled, a hint of danger in her tone. "She bad girl. I shall cut her throat for insult to you and my lord."

Valaena chuckled, shaking her head. "That’s very nice of you to offer, but I shall deal with her myself."

Lirri grinned wickedly. "Then I clean blood."

"I’m not going to kill her," Valaena replied, her amusement growing.

Lirri's eyes twinkled as she teased, "You should feed her to the big grumpy dragon."

Valaena laughed, shaking her head. "Vhagar prefers much larger meals."

Both women shared a laugh, their bond strengthened by shared loyalty, as they returned to watching over the peaceful grounds of the manse.

In the stillness of the night, Valaena was jolted awake by the sound of faint screeching.

Her heart leapt into her throat, and she quickly rose from the bed, her bare feet padding across the cool floor as she rushed toward Daenys' cot.

She peered inside and saw her daughter still fast asleep, completely undisturbed by the commotion.

But something else caught her eye—the remnants of broken eggshell at the foot of the cot.

Her breath caught as her gaze shifted to a small, crimson creature nestled protectively against Daenys.

A dragon hatchling. Its tiny body shimmered like dark red rubies, and its wings, still delicate, were curled around the sleeping baby.

The hatchling’s curious eyes were already fixed on Valaena, watching her with sharp intelligence.

A soft gasp escaped her lips as she reached her hand forward slowly. The hatchling tilted its head sniffing, before nuzzling against her palm.

A smile spread across her face as the tiny creature accepted her touch before returning to its protective stance, curling around Daenys with an instinctive sense of guardianship.

Valaena straightened up, excitement pulsing through her as she hurried back to the bed.

She shook Aemond gently, but he awoke with a start, his hand reaching for his sword.

She quickly shushed him, her voice a soft whisper. "Come look."

Still groggy, Aemond allowed her to lead him to Daenys' cot, where he saw the crimson hatchling curled beside their daughter.

A wide smile spread across his face, eyes filled with pride and wonder. "Her egg hatched," Aemond whispered in awe. "She has her dragon."

Valaena could see the significance of the moment in his expression. She knew how deeply this mattered to him—that their children would be seen as true Targaryen’s, bonded with dragons as they should be.

His own memories of being mocked for not having a dragon at a young age still lingered. But their children would never know that pain.

They would never stand on the ground, watching others take flight, yearning for the skies.

Aemond wrapped his arms around Valaena, pulling her close. She rested her head on his shoulder, her heart swelling with affection as they watched the tiny dragon fall asleep beside Daenys, who had unconsciously clutched the hatchling's tail in her little hand.

In that quiet moment, their world seemed at peace. The crimson dragon, small but fierce, was a promise of their family's legacy.

Their daughter, already tied to a creature of fire and blood, would carry the strength of her ancestors.

And together, they would soar.

TBC

[real-fire-emblem-takes]

"Xander in his supports says this, but in the story says that! Therefore is bad writing!" yeah, bc in the story he has both Hans and Iago breathing down his neck. And add to that the trauabonding/conditioning with Garon and probably the same trauma sustained by the concubine wars that Camilla has. Him fighting Corring in Birthright is him wanting to end it all. He does the same thing as Ryoma in Conquest but bc it isn't fully explicit like Ryoma's, then it's "bad writing" and "the character is dumb" and yadda yadda yadda.

I'm not going to defend Fates' writing bc it has some major glaring issues like the V curse, but stuff like Xander not driving Siegfried throug his stomach after what he does to Elise being "bad writing" or him doing everything Ganon tells him to do despit him wanting otherwise is "bad writing" and not the result of trauma and conditioning since childhood is arguing in bad faith.

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[princessmacedon]

{ happy anniversary!

Celebrating TOA and the people who contribute to make our group what it is. Repost, don't reblog. Only fill in what you feel comfortable sharing! Happy anniversary, TOA! Here's to many more years spent together. Template courtesy of Neffi! 💕

Name: Red, more commonly nicknamed Reddo

Pronouns: they/them preferred, she/he OK!

Birthday (no year): December 28th

Where are you from? What is your time zone? moved to kentucky when I was young, and for sake of ease i use EST (TOAST)! i live near a timezone line, so i get to be flexible like that >vo)v HAHA

How long is your roleplay experience? with a few on and off breaks, roughly 15 years? i forgot about a period of my life where i 'moderated' (read: was the most active user on) a warrior cats RP site; my first foray into rp proper was in pokemon rp on tumblr, my first muse was lyra but i didnt have an internet name until i picked up and settled into writing (you'll never guess who)

How were you introduced to roleplaying as a whole? kind of half answered this above oops, but with warrior cats i genuinely dont remember? i probably just googled warrior cats and wound up there HAHA. for pokemon...... honestly probably the same thing

How were you introduced to TOA? key had mentioned it to me in passing a few times, so i knew she was there, but it wasn't until my friend zyra mentioned it to me and suggested we write macedon siblings together again that i actually joined, hahaha

Do you have any pets? i do! i adopted a ?? year old dog from the shelter about six years ago, so now he's x+6 years old :] pretty sure he's some kind of border collie mix, but not certain! his name is tobin, but he'll answer as long as you say 'ob'. he's a sillyhead

What is your favorite time of year and why? (Season, holiday, general period) it used to be winter because i love the snow! but as i get older and more harrowed by weather conditions, i appreciate how normal and not-trying-to-kill-me autum is HAHA

What is your IRL occupation? (finger guns) figuring it out

Some interests and things you like/enjoy? drawing was my first love! i like reading, especially comics, and writing; i like video games and immersing myself in stories, and have passing interests in things that i don't commit to trying out (like resin, charms, etc etc)

What non-Fire Emblem games do you play? FFXIV, mainly; genshin impact and hsr; various farming-ish sims (story of seasons + old harvest moon, stardew valley, rune factory, currently fields of mistria); to a lesser extent dragon age, ace attorney, various VNs / otome / rhythm games, pokemon until roughly scarlet/violet era and then my wallet couldnt keep up with it HSDFSGVSD

Favorite Pokemon type & Pokemon: as a kid it waffled between fire / dark, but not sure i have a dead set favorite type anymore. favorite pokemon still lucario and appletun for sure though!

Tell us some funfacts and trivia about yourself! (Optional bonus challenge: if you filled this out last year, try not to repeat what you said back then!) - i love christmas and thinking about gift giving! when i was in school my christmas spreadsheet hit like, 50 names HAHA nooooo way do i have that energy anymore, though - i'm reasonably fond of baking and also reasonably terrible at it! something always goes wrong but usually (usually) stuff comes out pretty tasty in the end. except for that time i set my oven on fire

How did you get into Fire Emblem? my friends were talking about how much fun they were having with the new game at the time, awakening! it looked fun so i decided to try it out

What Fire Emblem games have you played? - Beaten: Genealogy, Blazing Blade (FE7 if youre like me and still cant remember which one is which), Shadow Dragon & New Mystery, Awakening, Fates (Conquest + Birthright), Three Houses (Blue Lions) - Started: Binding Blade (FE6), Sacred Stones, Path of Radiance (FE9), Fates (Revelation), Shadows of Valentia, Three Houses (Black Eagles & Golden Deer), Engage

First & Favorite Fire Emblem games: Awakening -- still Awakening! possibly tied with 3H, though. i really enjoy games where i can peacefully level grind

List your 5 favorite Fire Emblem characters across the series! vaguely ordered, it's: Wolf, Maria, Cordelia, Seliph, Katarina...? if you think you're seeing a trend you're probably right, hahaha ^^ writing a character is an expression of love for me, so inevitably my muses climb higher and higher on my list over time

Who was the first character ever to make you go “ooh I like this one in particular” and why? Can be any context and reason! the clearest one i can remember is wolf, because when i was playing fe11 i was passively using him because he was pretty, and then he got 7 crits in a row and i was like :pika:

Any Fire Emblem crushes? 😳i'm weak toward green haired women AHSJASFDSF but actual game crushes, hmm... not sure!

If you’ve played (or are familiar with) the following games, who was your first S support? Who would you S support nowadays? - Awakening: chrom -> still chrom! - Fates: takumi -> hmm... silas or flora? - Three Houses: dimitri -> still dimitri, except now he's duking it out with yuri - Engage: i have the ring in my pocket as we speak, suffering from the burden of choice... probably diamant though?

Favorite Fire Emblem class? whatever class my blorbos thrive in

If you were a Fire Emblem character, what would be your class and stats? Would you be playable? in all likelihood i'm a villager with just absolutely baffling AI. not entirely stupid, but you cant in good conscience say it's smart either HAHA as a playable unit though, i might be a recruit-type? i could do well if you help me grow, otherwise i'm just this scruffy shitty thing tucked into your pocket. middling-high skill growth, paper defense, and you wish you knew what my speed growth was because i don't (probably fast as a mage but realistically NOT as anything physical)

If you were a Three Houses character, what would be your affiliation? (Black Eagles, Blue Lions, Golden Deer, Church of Seiros, Those Who Slither in the Dark, unaffiliated civilian, other - for example Almyran) my heart says blue lions, but if i'm just some guy (unaffiliated civilian) i won't be surprised

If you were an Officers Academy student, what would be your boons, banes and potential budding talent? - Boons: Reason - Banes: Authority, Gauntlets - Budding Talent: Flying

If you were an Engage character, which nation would you originate from? (Firene, the Kingdom of Abundance; Brodia, the Kingdom of Might; Elusia, the Kingdom of Knowledge; Solm, the Queendom of Freedom; Lythos, the holy land of the Divine Dragon; Gradlon, the desolate land of the Fell Dragon) hmm... probably either Firene or Lythos! i'm too much of a weenie to be from brodia HAHA

How do you pronounce TOA? 🤔(separate letters, to-ah, other?) toah, like noah! to all my xiv gamers out there this definitely applies to job shorthands too. durg. dirk. whum blum sidge. rurpur and rogg...

Current TOA muses: Maria & Katarina

Past TOA muses? Cordelia my beloved

Who was your first TOA muse? If you no longer have them, can you see yourself picking them up again? Maria! unless something unprecedented happens, i don't see that changing. writing her, her want and determination to love and find wonder in the world, to spread and be joy -- it just puts me in a good place! it's really, genuinely helped me a lot, even if her extroversion is exhausting to my introvert ass sometimes HAHA

Do you believe you have a type of character you gravitate towards writing? (If you filled this out last year, has this changed in any way?) uhhh... i definitely tend toward characters who are in some regard defined by a form of love or strong emotion, romantic though it need not be -- people who have some sort of powerful, aching tenderness in their heart. i've not really done as much as i've wanted in terms of bringing that out of them, but it's definitely something that draws me in to a character in the first place!

Do you have characters or types of characters you don’t think you can handle writing, but wish you could? ooh, there are lots of characters i like who have a brusque edge or manner, who might be harsh or cold... i wish i could do that! i'd like to try, i think. and also the funny, energetic, boisterous types -- i love to see them and be around them, but i definitely can't pull it off hahaha

What kind of scenes, situations etc do you believe you enjoy writing the most? (If you filled this out last year, has this changed in any way?) it's been a while since i've gone all in on this kind of scene, but i love emotional scenes and heart-to-hearts -- the sort of thing where you're communicating your feelings with everything you have and trying to reach someone else! i usually rein myself in well shy of that though, hahaha. i worry a lot about getting too lost in the sauce and derailing a conversation/thread, or making it all about what my muse/what they want to communicate.

Do you have any scenario in mind for your muse(s) that gets you thinking “man I hope I get to write this one day”? for katarina, i'd love for her to make some friends! she's her own worst enemy in this regard, separating herself from friends/friendships whether consciously or subconsciously. for maria... well, i'd love for her to have a real heart to heart with someone!

Favorite TOA-related memories? to this day i miss and adore annie's frederick! his dynamic with my cordelia at the time was so much fun to write and to talk about and we had such thoughts for how their relationship would evolve -- it's one of the most interesting and endearing relationships i've had the pleasure of writing! on a sillier note, i often think about leif hauling ass after kanoesa's lewyn HAHA

Present or past tense? it used to be past tense, but i think toa's successfully converted me to defaulting to present hahaha ^^;; consciously at least, i try to match whatever my partner does!

Normal size text, small text, no preference? it doesn't matter to me, but i do hate fighting tumblr to keep all of the small text small.

Got any potential muse delusions to share? 😉 the wolf app/blog i've been refining on and off for the better part of three years is no secret HAHA, but i've seriously contemplated writing a few other characters! radd and boucheron, to name a couple. i get super attached to my characters though, so it's a bit tricky

[rufflesandbows]

Made of Fire (Final)

Aemond x Reader (Rhaenyra's Daughter)

In spite of the fright given to you, you are not afraid now. The wedding is underway. This is more than childhood fancy. This is a duty to the Realm. You are given a gown, a feast, and a promise fulfilled. You are the blood of Old Valyria, fire made flesh, and you are not afraid.

Warnings: 18+, incest, intercourse (p in v), no protection, oral (f receiving), non-con bath washing? Semi-forced wedding Word Count: 4100 (Part 1)

You couldn’t stop thinking of that promise. 

There had been a lot of talk at the time about marrying you to Aegon, something Aemond protested greatly to. It was him you studied with. It was him you sought to dance with. It was him who shared the pain of your denied birthright, the dragon egg that refused to hatch. It was you and him, the obvious match. He’d been the only one to think so. 

You on the other hand couldn’t help but think it was too soon to talk of such things. You wanted to fly. To see the world. Imagined yourself putting on dragonscale armor and burning down enemies, Dark Sister in hand. But you did imagine Aemond would be by your side.

The kiss under the weirwood had been chaste. It didn’t need passion and fire because his words had been enough. This won’t be the last we see each other. I’ll come for you. I’ll find a dragon and I’ll take you away to be my bride. As our ancestors would have.

A flush of heat went through you, making your hands sweat every time you thought of those words. It had been said not out of lust or even love, but as a declaration of fate. You were meant to be. As the stars are meant to be in the sky, and the mountains on the sunlit horizon. The gods made fire, and they made you for him.

Milk of the poppy was still laced in your body. It made you heavy and your eyes burned in spite of the fright and your position. You worried that the interruption of your sleep would make the potion weaker. The nightmares were so awful. How your mind could conjure such horrors was beyond you. 

So when the sound of the door unlocking came, the morning sun peeking through the curtains, you sat up, utterly defeated with drowsiness. Lord Larys peered in, smiling gently as he bowed. “Princess, I am sorry to wake you, but the festivities are nearly ready. It is time to start getting ready.”

A few maid servants came in, one of them holding a large gown overflowing in her arms. Surprisingly it wasn’t the teal blues of Velaryon, but the lush red of your mothers house, with glimpses of rare black lace. They waited for your cue, a small headache brewing from a fitful sleep. “I need a bath first. I still have the stench of dragon on me. It’s bled into the bedsheets.”

Larys didn’t hesitate or even seem surprised by your harshness, “Of course. I will have the servants ready you a bath right away-”

“I’m surprised you’ve cooperated with the prince so loyally.” He took back with confusion, the servants all glancing at him. “You know his kidnapping me is treason, don’t you?”

Larys gave a very quiet chuckle, shrugging, “I-I only wish to be a good servant to the crown. Which, of course, as you are heir to the throne, will be you one day. With the prince as your King Consort.”

“And, what? Are you hoping his favor will protect you from my ire?”

Respectfully, he lowered his gaze, pleading with you, “You misunderstand me. I was hoping, as you two get along so well, that you might see this as my helping you come together.” Larys gave a pitiful sigh, sympathetic to you. “It is such a shame your families would never allow your union, despite the clear chemistry between you.”

There was plenty more you could say, but the reminder of your families, how hateful they were to one another, and the constant nightmares of bloodshed; you simmered down. With a gesture, you allowed everyone to go about their business, leaning back into the pillows, half asleep as you watched them. They brought in thick pots of steaming water, and as they left, you called to them, “That is enough.”

The lead girl startled. “My lady, it is only a quarter full.”

“I will be quick.” They bowed to you, and you grumbled out of bed, grabbing a nearby stool and setting it into the tub. Unlacing the nightgown from your neck, you slipped out of it and sat down, using a pale rag to scrape down your skin that was sticky with dried sweat. 

So focused on your task and so out of it, you didn’t hear the door slowly slip open. Nor the sound of footsteps drawing closer. You caught a shadow at the last moment, freezing as you glimpsed long silver hair. 

Without uttering a word, Aemond moved around you, lowering himself behind and presenting his hand at your side. “Please, allow me to help you.”

He knew it was inappropriate. You weren’t children anymore. But no doubt he’d say he’s going to be your husband anyway. Gritting your teeth, you set the cloth in his awaiting hand. He reached down, wetting and wringing it out, before it gently drug down your shoulder, your back, the hot waters soothing. His steady and soft work nearly lulls you to sleep. To fight it, you spoke. Preferring to stroke the fires of your anger, and his. “Are you really sure about all this, Aemond? Have you truly forgiven me in a way you haven’t my brothers? There is still time to return me and walk away.”

He chuckled, “I made a promise, didn’t I?” 

While one hand touched you with the cloth, you felt the other sneak its way on your hip. It caused a wild mix of agitation and thrill. You could feel the heat of him burn. The rough callouses of his training. How easily he could grip you. 

Shoving down the heat rising low in your body, you admitted, “You know, I thought you hated me. Or worse, had forgotten about me.”

“No.” He hummed, leaning over the tub rim to hush behind your ear and send a light down your spine. “Not for a single moment.”

Subtly, you shook your head, a hint of bitterness of your tongue. “I had made my peace with that thought.” When you looked at him, you were met with Aemond’s shock. “When my mother started talking of betrothals, I never once brought you up. I thought if we approached you for marriage, you’d laugh in our faces, as surely your mother would. When you mocked my brothers at dinner, I had gone to bed knowing I was right.”

He had the decency to look shamed, but he gripped you tighter. “I made it clear none of it was meant for you-”

“The only thing you made clear to me was your indifference.” You certainly couldn’t say that of him now. He’d taken you across the land, was ready to wed you within the hour, snuck in here just to get a small taste before the ceremony. You just wanted him to feel a small fraction of your frustration all these years. Aemond submitted, going back to washing you down. Your back, your hips, your neck, drips of water crawling down your chest as if they were fingertips dragging down your body. 

With fresh hot water in the cloth, he began to drag his hand down your thigh. As he moved forward, a touch of soft lips fell on your shoulder. You stilled, feeling him slowly pepper kisses along your back. You meant to say something, to stop him, but it stirred such desire in you. The rising beat of your heart teasing you to stay silent as his lips savored your skin, his hands mapping out the curves of your body. You tried to keep your breathing steady, tried not to move to accommodate the pressure building in your hips. To deny him just how much of an effect he was having on you. Yet his hand on your thigh began to move inward, back toward the needy hot center of your legs. You sucked in a sharp gasp and interrupted him, “Aemond-”

“Let me touch you.” He sighed hard, his breath ghosting down your spine and making you shudder again. His fingertips slipped from the cloth and touched your bare skin, moving ever inward. “Just for a moment. Please. I’ve saved myself for you all this time-”

“Till the ceremony.” You taunted, thighs trembling in spite of your rebellion. “That’s what you said. Or are you both a scoundrel and a liar?” 

Aemond’s grip tightened, his fingers flexing, digging in as if he meant to claw you. With a huff he removed his hands completely, and you could see his tightly wound fist, knuckled white, trembling on the rim of the bathtub. He took you in the night, scared the living daylights out of you on top Vhagar, and has cornered you into marrying him. If it pained him to wait, then he would wait. 

You could hear him huff with agitation, dropping the cloth in the waters as he rose to his feet. “Then I shall leave you to get ready. Everything will be waiting for you.”

Once the door was shut, you stared at it for a moment, felt all the heat taken with him. Even the waters lacked their steam. With a sigh, you made quick work, ignoring how sensitive your skin had become. 

When done, with a robe you allowed the servant girls in to help you ready, all three of them coyly avoiding your gaze and stifling grins. The dress fit perfectly. Too perfectly. Where did he get ahold of your measurements? How long had he been planning this? As well they braided your hair, entwined with red ribbon, and pinned glittering rubies in a crown.

As the maids led you out, they didn’t take you to a grand hall, but outside the fort walls. Down to the lake's edge with its blood red forest far across the glittering waters. They decorated well for a small wedding, Aemond all in black and the Maestor standing under an crafted archway that was entwined with wildflowers. Multicolored petals sprinkled through the lush green grass. The waters glittering brightly on the golden sun. In the distance, surrounding the Godswood, there was still a light grey mist that made one think of ghosts looking back. There were guests on either side, not a one of them familiar but clearly excited to be apart of such a union between royalty. 

You met Aemond, all his hottiness gone from him as he gripped your hands, his gaze having softened on your approach. Utmost sincerity as he spoke, “You look beautiful.” It managed to crack a small grin from you. 

As the vows began, you glanced to the nameless crowd. You never doubted that your family wouldn’t be here, to celebrate your union, no matter how ill conceived. It would have been comforting to see them at your back. Your eyes scanned the skies, to find them clear of clouds, and dragons. Vhagar, the old bat, was fast asleep on a hill, uninterested in glaring you down this morning. No matter all your mixed feelings, surely this union would put an end to the succession ordeal. Surely it would dampen all the bad blood if only a little. If only enough. Hurting one would only serve to hurt their own.

Aemond’s hands gave yours a squeeze, bringing you back to the ground, urging you to say your part of the vows. You nodded and began repeating the words. The rest following suit with ease. More trained than with meaning. Once your end was done, you gripped Aemond a little tighter, the ceremony almost over, the fluttering of butterflies making you nauseous. You were barely present in your own mind when Aemond leaned forward and captured your lips with his. When you didn't back away, he flooded you with affection, cradling your neck in his hand, the other holding you tight to his chest. Warmth was all around you, the excited cheers in your ears as the gentle winds brushing your dress.

The feast was extravagant. The guests all enjoyed themselves as if it were more a holiday than a wedding. Some offered their congratulations but most were only servants, house staff and guards. They had no reason to steal attention and garner favor. They had no riches or promises to offer. They were happy just to be in your presence. There was a charm to it, lightening your mood as you watched them, thinking of joining them in conversation.

“We will have another.” Aemond spoke, placing his hand on yours, his thumb caressing you and the concern on him taking you by surprise. “When the arguments settle and everyone accepts our union, we will hold another celebration. One where our families are present.”

While that was the very thing you wanted, you laughed. “Oh, won’t that be eventful!”

“Is it a proper celebration without a fight breaking out?” He teased. 

It amused you, “Suppose not.” Definitely not in your family.

The games and feast and revelry went on all day, each hour more drunk than the last. Until the sun began to set, and you had long forgotten to be on the look out for any great beasts of the sky. 

You’d been giggling helplessly at a wild tale some of the maids were telling you, when Aemond took a stand and offered his hand to you. Dread smacked into you at first, but it fizzled just as quickly. 

He’d grown so incredibly handsome, his intensity alluring and his presence dominating. It had been all you noticed on him the day of the dinner, wanting him to desperately notice you and remind you of that promise so long ago. With the drink heavy and the lights low, your blood was thick molten through your system.

You slipped your hand in his, allowing him to lead you away, the crowd giving one last hoorah for your departure. While you gave them a flattered smile, when your eyes fell on him you couldn’t break away. Aemond must have felt it for when you two rounded a corner, he grinned back at you, making you flush and shy away.

The room you ended up in was unfamiliar to the one you’d been locked inside. You recognized the riding gear hanging up against the wall, realizing it had been Aemond’s guest room. Twice as big and with a fireplace, and the bed big enough for four. Once the door was shut, he stepped up to a table and began to untie himself. You watched, taking in every step with wild interest. 

The way he removed his jacket and his shirt was almost ceremonial. There was no rush, neatly folding and setting them on the table.

Your eyes drifted down his body. How well crafted he was. Toned, honed for combat as any great predator. You couldn't deny yourself any longer, the hunger you felt for him since you saw him in that training yard. You walked up and crashed into his back, wrapping your arms around his sides and your hands roaming his front. Savoring the expanse and the heat radiating off him and seeping in through your clothes, skin burning against your cheek.

You didn't know yourself to be so bold with another, but in the haze of thick wine through your blood, your hand drifted down his front, slipping with surprising ease into the rim of his breeches. You could feel Aemond intact a sharp breath, feel him flinch at the unexpected. One hand gripped his chest while the other explored beneath his waistline. You enjoyed what you found, feeling him harden against your palm quicker with every stroke. He drifted back into your embrace, his head lulling back and a deep rumble in his chest as he moaned.

His hand came up his chest, covering yours. Aemond chuckled, looked over his shoulder at you. "Turn around, and I'll help you out of that dress."

Biting your lip, reluctant to remove your hands from him, you nodded. You both turned, and your heart leapt when you felt him slip a hand on your hip and bring you back into his. The erection you stirred in him pressed up against your hind, taunting you with your own actions. With a kiss to your neck, his fingers quickly begin to undo the laces.

“I’ve waited for this day, for so long.” His fingers moved down lower and lower, until he could grab the ends and open them wide, running his hands down the thin shift underneath. It sent a thrill of anticipation. “So many times I thought to fly to Dragonstone and claim you. I was reminded every time of who and what lay in wait for me, of complications and keeping the peace.”

He took a deep steady breath in, letting it out through his lips. “Now, your mine.” Aemond directed you to face him as the gown dropped to the floor. He said again, a manic gleam in his eye, a deep rumble in his voice that you could feel shaking in your chest, “You’re all mine.” 

He devoured you. Pressed you up against his body, caged you in his embrace as his kiss demanded more and more. When your hands touched him to stabilize yourself, you melted in his arms, moaning at the slip of his tongue along yours.

All thought had left you, your nails running across his back, painting thin pink lines. You heard the table and chairs give a clatter as he backed into them. Breaking you only for a beat, and he dropped low enough to wrap his arms around your waist. With a quick stride he picked you up just enough to drop you onto the mattress, quickly covering your body with his, your mouth with his. Not for a single breath did he care to stop.  

Eagerly, you worked the shift up your body, the heat between you too much to bear with layers and the silk of his skin on yours was divine. It came off with ease, him nestled between your legs, your chest pressed to his, his peaked and hard length running along your core. Aemond ran his hands all over you, your sensitive skin aware of every little brush and grip, every roll of his hips between your thighs. You shared a sigh as he lowered himself enough to kiss the valley of your beasts.

Aemond reached down between you. He gave his trousers a tug until they came loose, but he only lowered himself further, kissing down each and every inch of your body. Each touch of his lips more damp and savoring than the last. Until you were squirming under him, his lips teasing the excitable area just under your waistline.

“You would not believe the things I have watched on the Street of Silk, that I’ve saved for you.” Aemond moved lower, an instinct to cover the area coming to you as your knees quivered in shock. You felt him nuzzle between your wet and open hem. A hot slick swipe made you jolt from the abrupt pleasure. “I wanted to be good for you. You’ll have to tell me how I do.”

Another lick came, making you flush as you realized what he was setting out to do. You gasped at the waves of delight that each stroke of his tongue sent through you. Sapping every breath, making you struggle just trying to stay still, your legs trembling as they came up to frame his head. 

“Oh- Aemond-” Another sharp gasp overtook you, throwing your head back as he feverishly buried himself, working his tongue faster right at the very point of your high reaching ecstasy. The notion of keeping quiet was gone from you, cries slipping from your lips with ease. Your hands came down, one digging nails into your thigh, the other covering his hand. Lovingly, he moved his fingers to hold you back. 

You glanced down, his expression pained as he ate you up. His trousers were down to his ankles as he stroked himself, his cock straining with arousal despite only having half his attention.

The sight set you up right at the very edge. Your eyes rolled back, body wound up, desperate to release. You couldn’t stop yourself from thrusting your hips on his tongue, Aemond letting you ride him until your cries became quick and fever pitch. He grabbed your hips with both hands, pinning you down as he sealed his lips and sucked hard. You could almost fight him off it was so much. Your heels digging into the mattress as you shook all over, your hands on his to hang on as your head lifted into the seven heavens. 

So quickly it became too much, pleading for him to stop, your lips were tingling and too numb to speak clearly. “Wai- Aemond- is too much it-”

He let up with a moan. Your name slipped from his lips, slurred as if drunk though he hadn’t drank a drop at the feast. Aemond placed soaking wet kisses on your thigh, trembling as he lifted himself up to his knees, his hand still pawing at his cock. 

His other came to your jaw, making you look at him. What he saw gave him great satisfaction, smiling wide at the blissed out expression you held, still struggling to catch your breath. “It was good then?”

You gave a feeble nod, eyes rolling back as your body was still high in ecstasy, “Yeah- yes, oh it was so good, Aemond.”

His pride turned apologetic, reaching down and opening up your puffed and awaiting lips. “I am already so close.” He bit his lip, toying along the seam with his fingertips. “If I am too quick, I will take you again in the morning. Until you tell me you are satisfied.”

Even if you were to fight him, there was no energy left in your muscles. As you felt his tip press, begin to stretch you out as it slipped in, the most you did was whimper and raise your hips, trying to alleviate the building pressure of his descent. Aemond would pull back when you squirmed too much, but only to push in further. His eye rolled to a close, his head lightly tipped back as his hips gently worked himself deeper and deeper. He was trembling with the restraint. 

When his hips were close enough, buried deep enough, you were able to reach him. When you touched his hip, he fell forward. Silver hair framing your vision, his mouth and chin glistening with your liquor, his gaze completely glazed over. You thought to remove his eyepatch, it must have been so uncomfortable for him all this time. But if he hadn’t removed it himself, and you didn’t want to sour his spell by acting unprompted.

You two stared into one another as he gently moved, pressing his hips. You could feel every little bit of him, no relief from the thought this was it. This was the deed done and could not be undone. You were fully married now. Fully one. Whatever was to come, you’d have to face together.  

You gripped onto Aemond as he brought himself closer to you. He kept his pace slow, letting you adjust while he peppered light kisses on your lips and cheek. Your hands roamed the expanse of his back and shoulders, feeling his strength as he restrained it. The movement of his thrusts began to bring more and more pleasure, hitting the very dam of your pleasure, bidding it to break and wash over you. You urged him, “Faster, Aemond. Give me more- it feels so good.”

You felt only the briefest moment of relax, a sigh of relief before he smacked his hips into you. Jolting you, a sharp cry caught in your throat before he did it again, picking up speed, bucking hard enough the curtains of the canopy bed began to shudder and wave. Aemond sat up, placing a hand on your chest, close to your neck, making you stay right there, in his grasp, in his sight.

Cries and whimpers filled the room, all emanating from you as he mercilessly claimed you. He was so beautiful. Mounting you, all that power in that warrior’s body of his shuddering through you. The utter concentrated focus and pleasure on his blushing face. He gripped your thighs to his sides, lifting you onto his lap just to get closer, as if being buried to the hilt wasn’t enough. Thrusting as deeply as he possibly could, making your back arch off the bed as your body glowed with the hot waves of pleasure. 

All you could do was hang onto him, ride it out as he rode you to his very limit. You could see Aemond trying to hold himself back, trying to edge himself to the very brink, for you. You reached out, running your hand down his glistening chest, “Aemond, give it to me. I want you, I want all of you!” You sighed as a thrill shuddered through him, looking at you as if pleading for you to stop talking. “Please, please I want it, I want you to fill me. Make me your wife. Like you promised.”

He’d been fairly quiet, more concentrate on his work, but at your plea a list of open mouthed cries spilled from him, gripping you tight as he bucked and quivered, warmth flooding you.

Gently, Aemond lowered himself on top of you, sighing with relief as his arms came up to your sides, holding you, kissing your shoulder while he caught his breath.

You two stayed there a moment, letting the ecstasy linger and warm your bodies. Aemond pulled back enough to look into your face, giving you one last long damp kiss before rolling off you, a hand still on your stomach, lightly brushing the soft skin. Moving lower, kneading above your mound. “I hope my seed takes tonight. No one will deny our union when they see how you’ve taken me.”

You chuckled, the sound lightly crackling, sleep finally and quickly taking you. “My family is going to murder you.”

The bed gave a shift around, and a caressing touch fell on your cheek, one you keened into. “They can try. But you’re mine. There isn’t anything they can do to change that now.”

You only gave a hum, rolling over to face him and feeling your mind leave you as he pulled the blankets up. Aemond moved closer to you, resting his arm on your waist. Watching over you as you slept.

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Considering Bernedetta is still up there while Alcryst isn't the top 5 of Engage characters but Diamant is, you can infer Bernie fans and Alcryst fans aren't merging. Ironically Leo and Takumi being in the top 20 could mean you're correct and fans of Takumi and Leo intersect with Alcryst thus he's not getting as many votes because Leo and Takumi are getting them. Look as a Fates fan I really don't get the Bernie love because Fates is a bunch of anime tropes but she's fine just rubs me the wrong way, but she has a hardcore base I suppose

Leo and Takumi have always maintained a top 20 position/top 5-10ish Fates characters so I can't say conclusively if there's any sort of real vote siphon going on. If anything, Alcryst is probably siphoning their votes because people probably figure he has the best shot to win this year.

Also keep in mind, the top 5 is not divided by gender. There are three women taking up three of the spots (Ivy, Yunaka, and F!Alear) so for all we know Alcryst could be the #3 Engage male character behind M!Alear and Diamant. The top five rankings are neat but I wouldn't take them too seriously.

But yeah I'll be completely honest: everyone who was predicting Alcryst would siphon votes from Bernie clearly do not understand the demographics of FEH/the primary target demographic of Bernadetta. And I don't mean this to be demeaning, but Bernie-as-a-character is written in a way that indulges in a fantasy primarily held by straight men. She's the "broken girl who only trusts you and needs you to protect her". That's why her Byleth supports go all in on "omg I'm usually such a mess but I feel safe with basically zero effort around you professor because you're special!" Alcryst, I would guess, was not written with that demographic in mind. He definitely has his appeals to his specific demographics, but I highly doubt there's a lot of overlap between who he was designed to appeal to and who Bernie was designed to appeal to.

Even if they were a 1:1 comparison just with the gender flipped, that doesn't mean they're going to appeal to the same people. The way they're perceived is going to be affected by their genders. For example, a lot of straight men probably find Alcryst whiny or feel like he needs to "man up". If we went back in time about 10-15 years I'm sure they'd even have some choice slurs for gay men to call him. That's no doubt because in our society we view men who are shy, overly apologetic, jumpy, lacking confidence or self-esteem, etc. as weak and shameful. Whereas with women, lacking confidence and self-esteem is not only expected but often desirable. So you can wind up with two characters who are exactly the same but one will be perceived differently based on gender norms and socialization.

Something similar happened with Corrin back in the day. While both Corrins got flack, M!Corrin, particularly M!Corrin in Conquest, got hit particularly hard with criticism complaining about how he was whiny, he was weak, he was stupid, he was overdramatic, etc. while F!Corrin (who Conquest was likely natively written around) slid under the radar more.

Honestly you could do a whole essay on Conquest v. Birthright, the way they were written/localized with a particular Corrin in mind, and what that says about how society treats gender (particularly how F!BR!Corrin doesn't get shit for taking on more """masc""" traits of being headstrong and violent, but M!CQ!Corrin gets shit for taking on the more """femme""" traits of CQ, such as making an "emotional" decision to side with Nohr, being all about pacifism and cooperation, and openly expressing strong emotions of sadness and regret). But idk if I wanna be the one to write it.

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ALIGNMENT: Lawful Evil: Lawful evil characters are capable of vicious cruelty and plenty of illegal deeds — but they follow a strict internal code, and thus often believe they are doing what is right or honorable.

Full name: Emhyr var Emreis

Nickname(s): "The White Flame Dancing on the Graves of His Enemies"

Birth: 1250 (estimated based on the timeline in The Witcher)

Death: Determinant

Age: Around 22–24 years old in The Witcher 3 timeline

Family:

Father: Aredin var Emreis (a former Emperor of Nilfgaard)

Mother: Empress of Nilfgaard (unknown)

Daughter: Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon (Ciri, his estranged daughter, whom he seeks to control for his own purposes)

Wife: Anna Henrietta (briefly mentioned; a member of the Nilfgaardian aristocracy, though their marriage was short-lived due to Emhyr's political ambitions)

Friends:

Stefan Skellen (His loyal spy and confidant, though their relationship is more based on mutual benefit than friendship)

Francesca Findabair (High-ranking sorceress and ally in the political games)

Other connections:

Geralt of Rivia (Despite their complicated relationship, Geralt has crossed paths with Emhyr in multiple contexts, including Ciri’s fate and Emhyr’s pursuit of her).

Yennefer of Vengerberg (Emhyr has a complex relationship with Yennefer, primarily revolving around Ciri's safety, but there is animosity between them due to his treatment of Geralt and Yennefer’s association with him).

Enemies:

Radovid V (King of Redania, who has conflicting interests with Emhyr’s rule, especially with regard to the treatment of magic users and sorceresses).

Nilfgaardian rebels (Several factions within Nilfgaard challenge Emhyr’s imperial rule).

Various northern rulers (Many rulers in the Northern Kingdoms view Emhyr as a ruthless conqueror and try to oppose his expansion).

Maker: None

Born: 1250 (estimated)

Citizenship: Nilfgaardian Empire

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Height: 6'2" (188 cm) (estimated)

Weight: 180–200 lbs (estimated based on his physique)

Eye color: Golden-yellow (typical of Nilfgaardians, sometimes appearing almost unnatural due to his power).

Hair color: Black (often kept short and neat, befitting his imperial status).

Species: Human

Scars: None prominent, but he has a harsh demeanor and cold features that can be unsettling.

Body type: Lean and muscular, but with an air of regal authority.

Unusual features: Golden eyes, a hallmark of Nilfgaardian royalty, though he may also have a subtly unnatural aura due to his sheer willpower and manipulation.

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ OTHER Affiliation(s): Emperor of Nilfgaard, "The White Flame Dancing on the Barrows of his Enemies" Occupation: Nilfgaardian Empire Allies: N/A ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ BIOGRAPHY:

One of the strongest and most significant characters in The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt and the whole Witcher series is Emhyr Var Emreis. One of the main players in international politics, he is the Emperor of Nilfgaard, a vast kingdom in the southern portion of the Continent.

The intrigue, ambition, and tragedy that characterize Emhyr's past help to mold him into the merciless tyrant he becomes.

Early Life and Rise to Power

The grandmother of Cahir Mawr and Ciri, who was of noble Nilfgaardian ancestry, gave birth to Emhyr as Emhyr var Emreis. Although he was once the heir apparent to the Nilfgaard throne, his formative years were characterized by intrigue and treachery.

Some people in Nilfgaard wanted to get rid of Emhyr's family, so he was banished as a youngster when his mother was tragically killed in a political conspiracy. But in the end, he came back and took back his birthright. Emhyr's ambition, cunning, and desire for retribution against those who had mistreated him were all shaped by this early encounter.

He became a merciless tyrant whose ambition propelled him to seek the conquest of the Continent after he eventually came to power by coercion, force, and assassination.

The Emperor of Nilfgaard

Emhyr's strong expansionist ambitions characterized his ascent to prominence. After ascending to the position of Emperor of Nilfgaard, he gradually grew his kingdom into a powerful military power that directly threatened the Northern Kingdoms. One of the main conflicts in The Witcher 3 was Nilfgaard's invasion of the North, in which his army besieged many Northern countries.

Emhyr is said to be harsh, clever, and calculating. Instead of being a tyrant motivated by personal greed, he is fixated on Nilfgaard's growth and stability. His dictatorial governance and concentrated authority make him a recognized and feared leader throughout the Continent.

Emhyr and Ciri

One important part of Emhyr's character journey is his friendship with Ciri. Emhyr is identified as Ciri's biological father in The Witcher 3. But there is tragedy and deceit surrounding this link. Emhyr wants to take back his daughter for personal and political reasons, using her as a pawn in his schemes to establish his dominance over Nilfgaard and the Continent as a whole.

Later on, it becomes clear that Emhyr was a loving and caring parent until his cruel ambition drove him to make terrible choices. After Ciri was adopted by Geralt and Yennefer, he was compelled to leave her behind since he thought she would represent his rule and Nilfgaard's future. Emhyr is emotionally and politically motivated to get back together with Ciri in order to influence her into becoming the empress of Nilfgaard.

Because Ciri dislikes being used as a weapon for his political ends, Emhyr's treatment of her—trying to force her to marry him and govern alongside him—causes a great deal of friction between them.

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Ambitious: The concept of uniting and conquering the Continent is Emhyr's obsession. His goal to dominate all spheres is a result of both political pragmatism and retaliation.

Ruthless: He is prepared to resort to violence, deceit, and manipulation in order to accomplish his objectives. His connections and humanity suffer as a result of his ambition.

Calculating & Intelligent: Emhyr is a very strategic person who constantly plans ahead. He can outmaneuver even the most powerful people because he is a skilled manipulator.

Distant & Detached: He is frequently emotionally aloof from everyone around him, especially his daughter Ciri. He is incapable of displaying warmth or sympathy due to his insatiable thirst for dominance.

Tragic Figure: Even though he is a villain, Emhyr's character has a tragic undertone, especially his tense connection with Ciri, whom he previously loved but whose life was complicated by his political aspirations.

ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Evil: Chaotic Evil characters are among the most frightening, simply because they are so unpredictable. These characters often take pride in causing suffering, and pursue destruction for its own sake. While they may have an agenda, they'll take any opportunity to wreak havoc, even if it doesn't move their goals forward.

BIOGRAPHY ➜ Full name: N/A Nickname(s): The Unseen Elder Birth: N/A Death: N/A Age: N/A Family: N/A Friends: • N/A Other connections: • N/A Enemies: • N/A Maker: N/A Born: N/A Citizenship: N/A Sexual Orientation: N/A Height: 7ft 4in Weight: N/A Eye color: Golden Hair color: None, bald Species: Higher Vampire Scars: • Across chest in a prin-prick pattern • Scattered across body Body type: Tall and emaciated Unusual features: Far too many to list

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ OTHER Affiliation(s): Occupation: Allies: ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ BIOGRAPHY:

Specifically featured in the Blood and Wine expansion, the Unseen Elder is one of the most formidable and formidable upper vampires in The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt. Within the vampire hierarchy, he is an old, nearly divine character who is feared even by his fellow vampires. He prefers to live in seclusion deep within his lair in Tesham Mutna, a secret and cursed location in Toussaint, and has little interest in human concerns, in contrast to the majority of other upper vampires.

Background & Role in Vampire Society

Having probably been around for thousands of years, the Unseen Elder is among the oldest vampires known to science. He is regarded as one of the top authority among the vampires in the Witcher realm and predates many of them. He has little interest in mankind or its customs, in contrast to more gregarious vampires like Regis or Dettlaff. He adheres to a very rigid rule, which holds that vampires should stay hidden from people and refrain from needless contact with them.

Even the formidable and disobedient higher vampire Dettlaff fears him because of his enormous influence over other higher vampires. He serves as a type of enforcer in the vampire hierarchy, making sure that no vampire disobeys the long-standing regulations of their species. Those who do run the danger of incurring his anger.

The Unseen Elder in Blood and Wine

Geralt of Rivia could run upon the Unseen Elder in Blood and Wine as part of a different questline. Geralt must find the Elder to cancel Dettlaff if he choose to opt for the "good" ending in order to save Syanna and prevent a human-vampire conflict. Geralt is cautioned by Regis that conversing with the Elder might be fatal due to his tremendous danger.

Geralt is immediately struck by the Unseen Elder's tremendous presence when he first meets him in his underground stronghold. He is treated with icy disdain by the Elder, who at first declines to assist and almost kills Geralt for bothering him. But thanks to Regis' help, Geralt is able to persuade the Elder to call Dettlaff, which ends the mayhem in Toussaint.

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ALIGNMENT: Lawful Good: Characters under this alignment have pure intentions. They seek to eliminate evil, and are willing to forego their own comfort or safety to protect others.

BIOGRAPHY ➜ Full name: Hazlor Nickname(s): The Pellar Birth: 1212 Death: Dependant Age: 60s Family: • Deceased father Friends: • Geralt of Rivia Other connections: • N/A (???) Enemies: • The Crones • The Wild Hunt • Priests of the Red Flame Maker: None Born: N/A Citizenship: N/A Sexual Orientation: N/A, (Headcannoned as Heterosexual) Height: 204 - 265 lbs (???) Weight: 6ft 1in Eye color: Blue Hair color: None, bald Species: Human Scars: • None Body type: Lean and semi muscular Unusual features: None of note

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ OTHER Affiliation(s): Occupation: Allies: ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ BIOGRAPHY:

The Pellar is a mysterious figure that makes an appearance in the Blood and Wine expansion of The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt. He is a spiritual guide and healer for the people of Toussaint, especially in the village of Médéo. He is a strange and quirky person. His persona, which blends aspects of faith, superstition, and folk magic, is cloaked in mystery. The Pellar is an important ally of Geralt despite his oddities, helping him to investigate weird supernatural events and find Ciri.

Background & History

The Pellar’s backstory is somewhat vague, but there are a few key details:

Origins: The locals just refer to the Pellar as "The Pellar," a moniker that implies he may be a shaman, priest, or healer, but his exact identity is unknown. He lives in the bush, far from civilization, like a hermit. He provides advise and healing services to people in need, fulfilling a dual spiritual and practical function in the community. Among the locals, he is revered and superstitious due to his peculiar rituals and quirky conduct.

Connection to Magic: Although the Pellar is skilled in folk magic, rituals, and superstitions, he is not a true wizard. He is well knowledgeable in the arcane, particularly in regards to the strength of the stars, the moon, and spiritual energies. He helps his society and gives advice by using medicines, ceremonies, and divination.

The Death of His Teacher: According to the Pellar, he was formerly instructed by a different spiritual teacher whom he held in high regard. However, the Wild Hunt killed him, a terrible incident that had a profound impact on him. Given that the Wild Hunt has been pursuing Ciri, this links his destiny to that of Geralt and Ciri.

Role in Toussaint: The Pellar has a significant impact in Toussaint despite his enigmatic behavior. He is sought after by the populace for guidance, healing, and defense against paranormal dangers. Although he is something of an outsider due to his unique personality, there is no denying his spiritual power.

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Mysterious & Eccentric: The Pellar is a mystery character because of his peculiar conduct and distinctive speech pattern. He frequently uses cryptic statements that make people unclear of his genuine meaning, speaking in riddles and lyrical language.

Wise & Spiritual: The Pellar is smart and profoundly spiritual despite his quirkiness. He is well knowledgeable on rituals, magic, and the paranormal. He loves to live alone and is unconstrained by social standards, depending only on his own perception of the world.

Compassionate but Detached: Although he is frequently disengaged from worldly worries, he demonstrates empathy for individuals who come to him for assistance. He is more concerned with spiritual issues, and although he will help Geralt, he doesn't seem to be motivated by self-interest.

Neutral Stance: The Pellar appears to be impartial toward human politics and disputes, in contrast to many other characters in the Witcher series. His primary concerns are his relationship with the heavenly powers he believes in, the welfare of the Toussaint people, and his personal mystical activities.

ALIGNMENT Lawful Neutral: Whether it's the letter of the law or a personal creed, Lawful Neutral characters stand by their conviction — for better or worse. Some such characters have a mission that must not fail, regardless of sacrifices they may have to make.

BIOGRAPHY ➜ Full name: Kiera Metz Nickname(s): N/A (???) Birth: 1230s Death: Dependant (???) Age: 40 Family: • Unnamed father • Unnamed mother Friends: • Geralt of Rivia • Yennfer of Vengerberg (Indirectly) • Dandelion • Triss Merigold Other connections: • N/A Enemies: • Radovid of Radonia • The Wild Hunt • Philippa Eilhart  Maker: None Born: Kingdom of Kaedwen Citizenship: Kaedwenian Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual Height: 5ft 5in Weight: 121-153 lbs Eye color: Green-Blue Hair color: Blonde/Silver Species: Human Scars: • None to note Body type: Tall and curvaceous Unusual features: None to note

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ OTHER Affiliation(s): Lodge of Sorceresses (formerly), Self-Serving Interests Occupation: Sorceress, Former Advisor to King Foltest Allies: ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ BIOGRAPHY:

Former royal adviser Kiera Metz is a strong sorceress with a sharp sense of humor and slyness. She was formerly a well-liked member of King Foltest's court, but she was also active in the covert organization known as the Lodge of Sorceresses, which aimed to gain authority for magicians throughout the Northern Kingdoms. But she was compelled to go into hiding after the turmoil of the Thanedd Coup and the witch hunts that targeted magicians.

Kiera has sought safety in Velen and is residing in a remote cottage close to Midcopse at the time of The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt. She pretends to be a local herbalist, but in really, she is using magic to defend herself from King Radovid and his Witch Hunters' vicious persecution of magic users.

Kiera continues to be resourceful and cunning in spite of her situation, frequently utilizing her intelligence and charm to achieve her goals. Despite her reputation for being flirty and lighthearted, she is a lady who will stop at nothing to ensure her survival.

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ALIGNMENT Neutral Good: Those under this alignment are willing to recognize unjust laws, and are open to bending the rules if it helps more people. They don't disregard law and order completely, and they treat any personal code as more a set of guidelines than rigid rules.

BIOGRAPHY ➜ Full name: Camellia Nickname(s): Unknown, (Headcannoned as 'Lilly of the Valley', 'Lilly') Birth: 1888 Death: Dependant Age: 30 Family: Unknown, N/A Friends: • Dorothy Crane (?) • Jonathan E. Reid (?) • Rakesh Chahada • Father Tobias Whitaker Other connections: • None Enemies: • Those opposing Dorothy Crane Maker: None Born: London, England Citizenship: English Sexual Orientation: Unknown (Headcannoned as bisexual) Height: 5ft 6in Weight: 121-158 lbs Eye color: Red hair (Ginger) Hair color: Green Species: Human Scars: • None to note Body type: Tall and thin Unusual features: None

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ OTHER Affiliation(s): Dorothy Crane's Despensiary Occupation: Florist Allies: Dorothy Crane ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ BIOGRAPHY:

A enigmatic and silent lady named Camellia works as a florist in Whitechapel during the events of Vampire. She has a small but interesting part in Whitechapel's plot and is one of the several NPCs Jonathan Reid may connect with during the game.

Background & Personality

Camellia is a generous yet mysterious woman who dedicates her days to serving the community by caring for flowers and giving meals to the underprivileged. She uses gestures and facial expressions to communicate instead of speaking, in contrast to many other NPCs in Whitechapel.

Since no one in the community really understands her story or the reasons for her silence, she is an enigma. There are many who believe she could have become mute due to a painful experience. The residents of Whitechapel adore her despite her reserved demeanor, particularly those who depend on her for hospitality and food.

Role in Vampyr

Although she participates in a few missions, Camellia has a little role in Whitechapel's community.

By talking to other people in Whitechapel, especially Father Tobias Whitaker, a zealous priest who thinks she is engaged in immoral activities, Jonathan can discover more about her.She is also connected to Whitechapel's criminal group, The Wet Boot Boys, however it's unclear exactly how they are related.

Jonathan can learn more about her history and the reasons behind her decision to live a life of charity and silence if he looks into her more.

Symbolism & Themes

In a world full of pain and bloodshed, camellia stands for compassion and selflessness. She is a ray of silent compassion in contrast to many of the other characters in Vampire, who are aggressive, desperate, or corrupt. She is one of the game's more interesting supporting characters, though, because her history is still unknown.

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ALIGNMENT Neutral Evil: Neutral Evils don't see much value in having a code. They have goals to accomplish, and they're certainly not going to stand in their own way. Yet, they don't put extra effort into needless slaughter or devastation.

BIOGRAPHY ➜ Full name: Thelma Howcroft Nickname(s): 'Her Highness', 'Lady of the Night' Birth: 1886 Death: Dependant Age: 32 Family:

Unnamed Husband (Turned Skal)

Unnamed Son (Aged 22, possibly deceased) Friends: • Harvey Fiddick • Rakesh Chadana • Jonathan E. Reid Other connections: • N/A (???) Enemies: • Guards of Priwen Maker: None Born: London, England Citizenship: English Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual Height: 5ft 7in Weight: 121–158 lbs Eye color: Blue Hair color: Black (Dark Brown) Species: Human Scars: • None to note Body type: Tall and thin Unusual features: Redness around the eyes, pale skin, underweight

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ OTHER Affiliation(s): N/A Occupation: N/A Allies: Jonathan E. Reid ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ BIOGRAHY:

Dontnod Entertainment's 2018 action role-playing game, Vampyr, features Thelma Howcroft as a patient at Pembroke Hospital. Although she is actually only dealing with a serious mental illness, she is a strange and deluded lady who thinks she is a vampire.

Background & Personality

A young woman named Thelma was sent to Pembroke Hospital because of her worsening mental health. Despite not having any of the true signs of vampirism, such bloodlust, heightened skills, or immortality, she has paranoid delusions and is adamant that she is a vampire. She acts like a true vampire because of her delusion, avoiding sunlight, talking cryptically about "hunting" people, and being afraid of vampire hunters.

Thelma is clever, eloquent, and able to carry on meaningful discussions despite her situation. She is certain that Pembroke Hospital is a location where she can hide from the so-called "vampire hunters" who aim to exterminate her species since she believes she is better than other people.

Role in Vampyr

The player (you) can engage with Thelma as Dr. Jonathan Reid to discover more about her personal history and opinions. She frequently uses metaphors and riddles in her speech, but it soon becomes evident from the discourse that she is only a person with a pervasive hallucination and not a true vampire.

Assisting Thelma with her fear of being hunted is one of the main side missions pertaining to her. Jonathan might attempt to allay her concerns or try to convince her that she is being pursued by The Guard of Priwen, the anti-vampire militia in Vampyr.

Thelma is among the several Pembroke patients who add to the hospital's depressing and melancholy ambiance, illustrating the range of physical and emotional ailments plaguing London during the Spanish Flu pandemic.

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ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Evil: Chaotic Evil characters are among the most frightening, simply because they are so unpredictable. These characters often take pride in causing suffering, and pursue destruction for its own sake. While they may have an agenda, they'll take any opportunity to wreak havoc, even if it doesn't move their goals forward.

BIOGRAPHY

Full name: Gaunter O'Dimm

Nickname(s): "Master Mirror", "The Man of Glass"

Birth: Unknown (his exact birthdate and origin remain a mystery, with speculation suggesting he may be an ancient being, possibly even older than humanity itself).

Death: Immortal (Gaunter O'Dimm is an ageless, otherworldly being who cannot die through conventional means).

Age: Unknown (presumably ancient, far older than any mortal).

Family: None mentioned (Gaunter O'Dimm's family is not referenced; he operates independently of conventional human ties).

Friends:

None (He is more of a manipulator than a friend, creating relationships only for his own gain or amusement).

Other connections:

Geralt of Rivia (O'Dimm is one of Geralt's most significant adversaries, especially during the "Hearts of Stone" expansion. They are involved in a deadly bargain, where Geralt must face O'Dimm's manipulative nature).

Olgierd von Everec (Gaunter O'Dimm’s main connection in the story of Hearts of Stone. O'Dimm strikes a deal with Olgierd, offering him immortality in exchange for his soul).

Enemies:

Vernon Roche (Roche is indirectly tied to O'Dimm through the tragic events surrounding Olgierd von Everec, and the eventual downfall of O'Dimm’s plans).

Olgierd von Everec (Olgierd ultimately becomes an enemy of O'Dimm when he seeks to escape the contract he made with the demon).

Anyone who challenges his bargains (O'Dimm is an adversary to anyone who goes against his deals or seeks to defy him, as he is a master manipulator of fates).

Maker: CD Projekt Red (Creator of The Witcher 3 and the character of Gaunter O'Dimm).

Born: Unknown (Unspecified in the lore; likely not born in the traditional sense).

Citizenship: None (He does not belong to any nation, realm, or group).

Sexual Orientation: Unknown (Gaunter O'Dimm's desires and personal inclinations are not explored in the game).

Height: 6'3" (191 cm) (Tall and imposing, often dressed in elaborate, mysterious clothing).

Weight: Unknown (His weight is not specified, but he has an imposing, supernatural presence rather than a physical form bound by conventional limits).

Eye color: Silver/Glass-like (His eyes appear as reflective, glass-like surfaces, giving him an eerie, otherworldly look).

Hair color: None, bald

Species: Unknown (Likely a demon, or some sort of higher supernatural being)

Scars: None (He has no visible scars, but his appearance and presence are unsettling enough to make him appear dangerous).

Body type: Slim

Unusual features: Glass-like, reflective eyes, Mysterious, ever-changing appearance (he appears as a normal human but has supernatural traits that reveal his true nature).

OTHER

Affiliation(s): None (He operates independently as a force of fate and manipulation).

Occupation: Deals Broker (Gaunter O'Dimm is known for making dark and dangerous deals, often with souls and fate itself). Master of the Mirror (He is sometimes referred to as "Master Mirror" due to his association with reflective surfaces and his ability to twist reality).

Allies: None (Gaunter O'Dimm works alone, manipulating others for his own gain).

EARLY LIFE:

Gaunter O'Dimm’s early life is shrouded in mystery, and no clear details are available regarding his origin. It is speculated that he is a being much older than humanity, possibly even a demon or some other form of higher, supernatural entity. His true nature is never fully revealed, and he remains an enigma in the world of The Witcher.

POWERS:

His abilities to manipulate fate and souls give him some similarities to powerful supernatural beings like vampires. His immortality and control over life and death make him a formidable presence, though he is not classified as a vampire.

TRIVIA:

Gaunter O'Dimm is often considered one of the most intriguing and terrifying characters in The Witcher 3, with his manipulation of fate and contracts being central to the events of the Hearts of Stone expansion.

His deal-making ability and his role as a "master of mirrors" play into themes of reflection, fate, and the cost of bargains.

O'Dimm's character is influenced by classic literary and mythological representations of dealmakers and demons, drawing from figures like Faust and Mephistopheles.

[elegyofthemoon]

MORE GUSH PASS FOR YOU BC YOU'VE BEEN ENJOYING THEM SO MUCH AND I'VE BEEN ENJOYING READING THEM!!! 🎟️🎟️🎟️

also thank u for ur tags on the kylilah wedding fic i'm ;A; waAaAaAAAA meliora crying.png ilysm

TY I LOVE YOU and i love abusing these gush passes so much when i'm like "i need to write a whole essay right now to express my feelings or i will set myself on fire" so guess what you're about to get.

But anyhows~ of course!! ^7^ kylilah wedding fic was just so cute how could I resist reading all of it and commenting? the writing was just so beautiful and so perfect ;; v;;

I accidentally went off to Sophia about Birthright!Leo specifically and yes, sure, I haven't touched Fates in a while (last time I did I'm pretty sure it was for. March? OR FOR LEO'S BIRTHDAY ACTUALLY.), and I genuinely thought I forgot everything tbh because of fixation on coughs Other Matters coughs but talking to Sophia and watching myself slip a bunch of thoughts made me go "ohhhh oh no you're still insane about Fates and Leo specifically... cool cool cool cool-"

Something that'll always come to mind when it comes to Leo is just how much internal conflict the guy must have with feeling like he has to Fit A Specific Function to matter to anyone but also wanting to have someone to talk to - someone who wouldn't put him down for being "weak." And when the "fitting a specific function" is the "reliable one" or the "strong one", then it becomes hard to really allow himself a chance to really allow himself to be vulnerable. He basically creates his own issues this way and it sucks more because I feel like this only gets worse for Birthright!Leo who later becomes king and now the whole country's relying on him. Like how does that play out for a guy with his whole complex exactly?

There was a "work in progress" fic that I had wanted to write that basically was supposed to be a snapshot of his life growing up, following after him and this Need to be Needed, coming from his time with his mom and the way I thought about how she must have raised him and how that plays into who he is today, but I think that fic got shot up in flames due to New Knowledge Acquired That Made Me Want To Stab the Fic With a Knife. normal. real normal snow. Which I will not get into because I actually didn't finish the whole context because I was just eheh~ a littleeee~ mad but that's fine lmao we're fine lolololol we're totally cool 👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼(sobbing on the floor)

He's very fun to write for this reason though. Finding ways to balance out between this internal struggle at a given situation makes him very very attractive to write lol At least I try my best to do so anyhow haha I don't necessarily feel that my writing does him a disservice, but I do feel like it borders between weighing in too much into certain aspects of his character instead of holding the true weight he has, but that's a conflict I'm willing to put up with if it means getting to explore his character a little more in my head lmao

And sorry to track back, but I also think a lot about like. the affection with his family. I think a lot about how in his support with Corrin and Camilla, he expresses how much he wished to have the same attention that Corrin does; he just isn't sure how to do it unless the emotions were bubbling from his mouth and he speaks at a breaking point, to which he'll try to mend it with a "Apologies. That was unlike me. Anyways-" and tries to move onto something else LITERALLY JUST TALK DUDE!!!!!! COMMUNICATE WHAT YOU NEED!!!!!!!!!!

But he doesn't. He doesn't because time's told him that if he voices his own weakness he will get punished for it. It's something that I had contemplated specifically about how he was raised by his mom, and only to find out that that is also something he was raised to believe within the royal family (via the voice drama that I had to actually stop watching because I was just sad). He can't allow himself to be weak because he is always expected to be strong.

And for that reason, the name "Leo" is very fitting for him, I think. There's a really really good fanartist's comic on his name and it definitely contributed to the way I appreciate his naming and temporarily served as inspiration for the way I was going to take the fic, but you know. Didn't go anywhere.

I also just wish he knew he was loved. It's very clear his family loves him, but the way he was raised misconstrues this "love" for "shame". Yes we all tease Leo because he's so strict on himself and it's nice to see him have little flaws here and there. We poke fun at it and all, but how does that feel for Leo who's probably had his flaws shamed most if not all his life? It's the reason why he's so strict on himself after all, and they wonder why it is he's so strict on himself.

Anyways. Long story short, and quite the winding road, I love Leo's character a lot. I kinda forgot how much I did until Sophia and my conversation kinda wandered over to Fates talk and then Leo and I had to sit down and cry for like. Several paragraphs apparently about it

And the thing is, I'm not exactly sure if this is all intentional writing or if I just fixated so hard and made stuff up that this is the version that makes the most sense to me for his character. At the very least, all of this serves as the backbone to the way I write him. And as I said: it's very fun :)

But anyways, TY for the ask

[self-loving-vampire]

tried to search for one of your posts to no avail. it lists rpgs you're significantly interested in or have played, with varying exclamation marks, under Keep reading. could you send the link to it if you can find it?

Unfortunately it would be pretty difficult to find for me as well but given that it's likely out of date I will take this opportunity to try making a new one (hopefully won't forget anything either). Thank you for this!

This time rather than symbols I will just list them all under more specific categories. Some of these are likely to change over time as I play more of the games (I have not finished all of them).

The list below also excludes browser games and MMORPGs. It's also likely to be incomplete.

RPGs that I have not played but am interested in and wish to at try at least for an hour or two

Oubliette.

Futurewar.

Avatar.

Beneath Apple Manor.

Dunjeonquest.

The Return of Heracles.

Phantasie.

Deathlord.

The Bard's Tale.

Starflight.

Alter Ego.

Wizardry IV.

Wizardry V.

Wizardry VI.

The Magic Candle.

Knights of Legend.

Dragon Wars.

The Dark Heart of Uurkrul.

Champions of Krynn.

Worlds of Ultima: The Savage Empire.

Fate: Gates of Dawn.

Disciples of Steel.

Gateway to the Savage Frontier.

Star Control 2.

Dark Sun: Shattered Lands.

Forgotten Realms: Unlimited Adventures.

Pool of Radiance.

Realmz.

Ravenloft: Stone Prophet.

Little Witch Nobeta.

Star Wars Knights of the Old Republic II: The Sith Lords.

Diablo.

Diablo 2.

Birthright: The Gorgon's Alliance.

Albion.

The Witcher 3.

Baldur's Gate 2.

Baldur's Gate 3.

Ogre Battle: The March of the Black Queen.

RPGs I have played just a little bit of, not enough for a full assessment

Ultima VI.

Ultima Underworld.

Worlds of Ultima: Martian Dreams.

Darklands.

Betrayal at Krondor.

Balrum.

NetHack.

Dungeon Master.

Dark Souls 3.

Bloodborne.

Fear & Hunger.

Library of Ruina.

Valkyria Chronicles.

Dragon's Dogma: Dark Arisen.

Arx Fatalis.

Dungeons of Dredmor.

Final Fantasy 7.

Jagged Alliance 2.

The Witcher 2.

Darkest Dungeon.

Wizards & Warriors.

Chinese Paladin.

Shadowrun Returns.

The Vale: Shadow of the Crown.

NieR: Automata.

Eschalon: Book 1.

Labyrinth of Touhou 2.

Luminous Arc.

Medabots - Metabee Version.

Wasteland.

Mass Effect 1.

RPGs I didn't enjoy that much (your opinion may be different though, and even I don't think all of these are entirely bad)

Ultima VIII.

Ultima IX.

Baldur's Gate 1.

Gothic 3.

Fallout 3.

Fallout 76.

Final Fantasy Tactics Advance.

Final Fantasy XIII.

Fallout 4.

RPGs I have played that were fine on the net (maybe even enjoyable) but which did not cause truly strong feelings

Path of Achra.

Legends of Amberland.

Queen's Wish: The Conqueror.

Avernum: Escape from the Pit.

Din's Curse.

The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim (without mods).

UnReal World.

Final Fantasy 6.

Silent Storm.

The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion.

Deus Ex: Human Revolution.

System Shock 2.

Arcanum: Of Steamworks & Magick Obscura.

Might & Magic 6-8 (all played together on the 8th game's engine through a mod).

Caves of Lore.

Ultima ADOM: Caverns of Chaos.

Dark Messiah of Might & Magic.

Monster Hunter Tri.

Elminage Gothic.

Class of Heroes.

MegaMan Battle Network.

Legend of Grimrock.

Legend of Grimrock 2.

Tainted Grail.

Torchlight 2.

Wizardry I-II-III: Legacy of Llylgamyn.

Wasteland 2.

Sacred.

Warhammer 40k: Mechanicus.

Terraria.

Dragon Marked for Death.

Bravely Default.

Pokemon games in general (I actually prefer Touhoumon personally).

Evenicle.

Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon: Another Story.

Bloodstained: Ritual of the Night.

Castlevania: Order of Ecclesia.

Castlevania: Portrait of Ruin.

Dragon Age: Origins.

Mass Effect 2.

RPGs that would be so good if not for a couple of things (still usually worth it!)

Ultima IV.

Ultima V.

Ancient Domains of Mystery.

The Elder Scrolls II: Daggerfall.

Pathfinder: Kingmaker.

Erannorth Chronicles.

Kenshi.

Geneforge: Mutagen.

Caves of Qud.

Din's Legacy.

The Legend of Heroes: Trails of Cold Steel.

Loop Hero.

S.T.A.L.K.E.R.: Shadow of Chernobyl.

Wizardry VII.

The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim (with mods).

Labyrinth of Refrain: Coven of Dusk.

Cataclysm: Dark Days Ahead.

Pillars of Eternity.

Deus Ex.

Disgaea DS.

Disgaea 2.

Disgaea 4.

La Pucelle: Tactics.

Soul Nomad & the World Eaters.

Fire Emblem: The Sacred Stones.

Fire Emblem: Path of Radiance.

Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn.

Fire Emblem: Awakening.

Risen.

ELEX.

E.Y.E: Divine Cybermancy.

Mount & Blade: Warband.

Path of Exile.

Tyranny.

Temple of Elemental Evil.

Ashes 2063.

Wartales.

Demon's Souls.

Vampire: The Masquerade - Bloodlines.

Darkwood.

Odin Sphere.

RPGs that I strongly recommend, although they may still be VERY flawed, remember to look into them or ask further questions to see if they're for you

Tales of Maj'Eyal.

Ultima VII: The Black Gate.

Ultima VII: Serpent Isle.

Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous.

Dark Souls.

Elden Ring.

Code Vein.

Disco Elysium.

Divinity: Original Sin 2.

UnderRail.

Mary Skelter 2 + Remake.

Gothic.

Gothic 2.

Wizardry 8.

Princess Maker 2.

Fallout.

Fallout 2.

Fallout: New Vegas.

Chrono Trigger.

The Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind.

Planescape: Torment.

Tales of Berseria.

Etrian Odyssey IV.

Elona.

The Chronicles of Myrtana: Archolos.

Mount & Blade II: Bannerlord.

Pathologic 2.

Ar Tonelico: Melody of Elemia.

Slay the Spire.

[theseeingsage]

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ pisces season *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

gemini virgo sagittarius pisces • s m r v

ﾟ✧ allowing a situation to appear different than it really is. or someone could be deceiving you.

ﾟ✧ sudden forward movement & progression. you are overcoming & victory is yours. marriage & children???

ﾟ✧ someone wanting to offer something to someone. $$$, commitment, permanent stability.

ﾟ✧ again, being offered something. a new beginning that requires you to leave behind all that you know.

ﾟ✧ reflecting on the past. cleaning up the mess you made & finally moving forward towards harmony.

ﾟ✧ temptation is here. beware of addictions & obsession. don’t only focus on this thing or person.

ﾟ✧ focusing on things that are quite literally none of your business. this may lead to financial loss.

ﾟ✧ someone rolling the dice & taking a chance in love. there is a strategic leap of faith coming.

ﾟ✧ someone’s getting engaged or simply receiving a love offer. this is a wish come true.

ﾟ✧ someone dealing with some regret about a mistake that was made. someone owes someone an apology.

ﾟ✧ realizing that someone is a shady snake. someone fell for temptation & deception from an enemy.

ﾟ✧ the attraction in this connection is magnetic & alluring. there’s an irresistible, lustful energy here.

ﾟ✧ someone’s dealing with some unfinished business. things are not over yet the baggage must be let go.

ﾟ✧ there’s a fated connection coming in or someone is realizing this is meant to be. destiny is on your side.

ﾟ✧ it is time to share your gift with the world. the spotlight is on you ! are you ready to shine???

ﾟ✧ a sacred marriage first begins within. as you love on you more, you strengthen the bond with them.

ﾟ✧ balance is being restored or there is a need for balance. light & dark. good & bad. each is beneficial.

ﾟ✧ you will be meeting or connecting more with your soul family. the bonds we create are just as important as the ones we are born into.

ﾟ✧ there is always enough. you are realizing that you are never lacking & abundance is your birthright.

ﾟ✧ a beautiful change is occurring. you are coming out of a period of transition & emerging renewed.

ﾟ✧ joy is crowning you. there is nothing that can take this away from you. bask in the wonders of life.

please only take what resonates & leave the rest for someone else. if you’d like further insight on these messages, book a session today ♡︎ https://theseeingsage.as.me/

[daughter-of-inklings]

WIP Intro : The Lost Princess of Yggdrasil ☆.｡.:*

♥ genre: fantasy, adventure

♥  tropes:

chosen one, reluctant hero, lost princess, found family, reincarnation, child soldier, childhood friends to lovers, morally grey antagonist, dragons (!!!)

♥ status: heavy revising and re-writing!

♥ type: book 1 of a trilogy

♥ themes:

the weight & consequences of choice, religious undertones exploring duty v. free-will, healing and growing from trauma, chosen family is as important as blood family, the gods are flawed and human at their core,

♥ can be read : here !

♥ synopsis:

Nobody knows with certainty what happened on the dawn of the princess's sixth birthday. One moment the peace bustled with excitement for the day's festivities, the other saw the kingdom devoured by azure flames. Some say it'd been a long time coming for the winged elves' vanity in trying to protect the gods from the spite of their creations, others blamed the young princess as a curse set loose upon a world that turned their backs on the divine. The flames died with a passing rain, and with it the gods' chosen people.

A decade in passing, the wounds left by the flames scarred and tragedy turned to song. Whispers of war plague the fragile peace at the eve of the Lunnaelian Empress's daughter's birthday, a figure of eyes ringed with silver at their center. The daughter of a king since forgotten returns to unite the remnants of the feathered children and claim that which is owed her by birthright. The fates of the self proclaimed empress and the mysterious princess, bound by blood, lay waiting in the forest dark and deep with its promises of an eternal sleep.

♥ associated tag on this blog : #uvodell the lost princess , #uvodell

[diaryofabeautyfiend]

Freedom Is A Kiss

Dean Winchester x ofc

Read with caution ⛔️ dub con with a demon/p in v/angst/supernatural typical violence/drinking/soulmates

It is said that you don’t have just one soul mate but a soul family. There are souls with whom you’ve traveled through space and time for millennia. You may all change roles and dynamics but, at the core, your souls have always been a unit. Sometimes though, there is one soul that your soul is drawn to. One soul that matches yours so perfectly and so completely that you might consider them your most perfect mate. But, since this is real life and not some fairy porn romance, not everyone finds their mate. Hell most people don’t even believe in that sort of thing. But it's as real as any of the horrible things we hunt. And, damn me to hell, Dean Winchester is mine. 

Most people aren’t even aware there is such a thing as a soul bond. But I can see the energy of the bond between people. The bond between lovers is the strongest connection there is. And, the only way to lock it into place is if both lovers acknowledge and accept it. If it’s ever broken, the pair rarely survive. 

How do I know all of these things? Well I come from a long line of psychics. My mother Pamela had the unfortunate experience of doing business with the Winchesters. Didn’t end well for her. She’s fine now. We chat. In fact, she’s the one who led me to these boys. Not without many words of caution.  But, they always seem to be in a bind so here I am. And I’ve been here for five years since I’ve graduated.

I was supposed to be a lawyer. I went to law school. Passed the bar. Had an offer at a big firm in New York too. But, duty called or some shit like that. My mom talks to me usually in my dreams. We mostly catch up just like any mom and kid would if they lived far away from one another. One night she came to me so vividly that I swear she was corporeal. “Baby girl, you have to get to South Dakota. Find Bob Singer. He needs you to help him find his boys.” She practically screamed at me. I left two hours later. Never went back. 

I hadn’t seen Bobby Singer since I was a kid. After Mom left to chase greener pastures, I stayed behind with my dad. For my safety she never told anyone about me. Bobby was the only hunter who knew. 

As soon as he saw me that fateful morning, I watched the relief wash over his face. “‘Mom sent me.” I said as I shouldered past him. 

“Damn glad to see you, kid.” I helped him find Sam and Dean. Helped him fight a jinn. That was the first time I ever stabbed something. I wish I could say it was my last. When we freed the boys and got them back on their feet, Dean stared into my eyes and with actual gratitude and something like recognition in his eyes and said, “Thank you for your help…..I’m sorry” he laughed softly, “I don’t even know your name.” 

“Jessamine. Like the flower. But everyone calls me Jesse. You knew my mother. Pamela.” He laughed and then smiled at me in a way that stopped my heart. That’s when I knew. I knew that he was my soulmate because I recognized him too. In every conceivable way he was mine and I was his. Too bad Dean Winchester doesn’t believe in soulmates. 

So, for the last five years, I’ve been following behind him and Sam saving people and hunting things like it was also my birthright. I rode couches and slept in seedy motels until they found the bunker. Now I stay here to “do research”. Sometimes I babysit the angel who blinded my mother and Lucifer’s kid. Fun times. The boys never let me hunt with them anymore. I got kidnapped by the king of hell one time and they never let me out with them again. 

It’s just as well. The longer I ignore my bond with Dean the more it tears me apart. I can see it eating at him too. He looks at me differently now. Less like a sister and more like someone he would actually want to fuck. One night we even got drunk enough that we almost tumbled into bed together. Almost. I’ve never seen him sober up that fast. His rejection sent me spiraling into a depression that I couldn’t shake. It doesn’t make it any better that Cas and Jack can see my bond with Dean clear as crystal. I forbid them from telling him. It would only complicate things. Dean doesn’t think he deserves happiness. He’s said as much more times than I care to count. So I just sit back and let our bond slowly eat away at both of us. 

In any case the boys were on their way back from taking down a vamp nest. Nothing major. Just another day at the office. Jack and I finished cataloging a few things Rowena left behind and I’m headed to bed when I hear the familiar clang of the door. Instead of going out to greet them I scurried off to bed. Dean's scent after a hunt is too much for me to handle. I have to control myself but it’s getting too difficult. Best if I just keep to myself. 

While I brush my teeth I could hear Dean’s gruff voice and the sound of bottle caps hitting the glass table. Doesn’t sound like things went well. I hesitated but turned down the corridor to my room when I ran smack into Cas. He stared down at me with a grave expression. “Save it, Cas. I’m a big girl. I can handle myself.” 

“How can you take this? I’ve seen true soulmates turn themselves inside out for each other. How can you just let it fester? It will never go away, Jesse.”

I had to. These boys were my family and I loved them, something fierce but nothing good comes from being in love. Not in this world. It’ll end bloody. “Just drop it.” I said quietly, not noticing him looking over my shoulder. 

“Drop what?” My spine stiffened. My eyes plead with Castiel to steady his face. He was such a shitty liar. Before he could open his mouth I turned to Dean yawning. 

“Nothing. I’m going to bed. Glad you both came home in one piece.” I tried to walk away but Dean was in the mood to fight. That’s how he dealt with stuff sometimes. I noticed Sam had already retreated to his corner with Eileen. He probably got the brunt of it on the way back. 

“Out with it, J. If you have something to say, say it.” His eyes were hardened glass clear and laser focused on mine. These are the times when my knees are weak and I can’t muster up my quick wit. Every instinct in my body was urging me to touch him, feel his warmth, soothe him. 

“I have nothing to say. You know I get antsy when you two are gone for too long. And save the speech about this being the lifestyle. I know it is. Is it a crime to give a crap about you?” He softened a little, letting his face relax. 

“No. It’s not. Come on. Have a beer with me. I feel like less of an alcoholic when you drink with me.” A smile tugged at his lips not quite reaching his eyes. I fought the bond hard and won this time thank goodness.  

“You don’t need me. Not when Casa Erotica 27 dropped this morning” I sang.  The dopey grin on his face told me I was in the clear. 

“I love how you know me so well.” He kissed the top of my head and practically skipped to his room. I let out a sigh and went to my room still aching for him. Sleep wouldn’t come easy for me tonight. It rarely did. 

The next morning I went to the kitchen to make some coffee and Sam was already awake. Eileen must have already left. She preferred to keep her place in Lebanon, KS to escape the constant talk of hunting though her upbringing was just as bad as Sam and Dean. I couldn’t blame her for wanting a place to retreat to when things were quiet. 

Sam was already at work looking for the next job. The two of us have developed a routine in the morning that consisted mostly of grunts and raised eyebrows to communicate. I knew how he took his coffee and eggs. He always had the lemon water waiting for me at the table. Sam was easy to get along with and I appreciated his willingness to be quiet in the morning. 

He finally broke the silence as he cleared the breakfast dishes. “I think I found something in Lincoln. You up for a drive?” I was shocked but kept my cool. No way Dean was going to agree. 

“What are we looking at?” 

“A string of bizarre deaths all classified as ‘broken heart syndrome’. But get this, all of the victims are relatively young. Usually occurs in women. But every one of the victims are male and under 50.” 

He turned his laptop towards me so I could see the article in the local paper. “Weird. So what does this have to do with me?” 

“Their partners have all gone missing and were later found sucked dry.” He said warily. 

“Vamps?” I continued to read looking for answers. 

“I was thinking an Incubus. They don’t leave a lot of evidence behind other than the body of their victims. They rarely strike in the same place twice. There are ten victims…5 couples. I thought maybe if you were near the bodies, you could get an echo or something. Maybe sense what happened.” 

I was definitely up for a little adventure. “Yep. I can be ready in twenty.” Sam and I left the kitchen to get ready while Dean was still asleep. No sense in waking him. A few minutes later I heard the two of them arguing. 

“Absolutely not. Not after what happened last time.” Dean barked. 

“The Crowley situation has been dealt with. It’s ancient history. She’s ready to get back out there with us. And, frankly, we need her help.” Sam was always good at getting Dean to see reason. But, when it came to me, he rarely backed down. Cas said it was an instinct due to the soul bond. While that might have been part of it, I think he feels guilty for not being able to save me. 

“No. Find another way.” I stood in the doorway and cleared my throat to announce myself. 

“Don’t I get a say?” Dean rested a protective hand on my shoulder and bent to look me in the eyes. His hold was disarming. I could barely focus on what he was saying. 

“Look, Jesse, I trust you. You’re a damn good hunter. But I was out of my mind when we couldn’t find you last time and I promised I’d never let that happen again.” It was true. He slaughtered every demon who held me by himself. Damn near killed Crowley too. 

“I can take care of myself.” I said deadly calm. Our eyes were locked neither one of us wanting to back down. 

“Ok. Fine.” He scrubbed his hands over his face and turned to Sam. “You never leave her alone for a minute do you hear me? Get what you need and get back here.” Sam nodded and we both headed for the stairs. I looked back at him before closing the door. His brows were drawn and his breathing harsh. We didn’t speak a word to each other. Didn’t need to. He was terrified and he had no idea why. 

Baby roared to life and we pulled away music blaring. I caught Sam glancing at me every few miles out of the corner of my eye. “You ok?” he asked. 

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?” 

“I’ve never seen him so worried. Kind of feels like how much I worry when Eileen goes out by herself.” A knowing smile played on his lips. 

“Dean and I aren’t the same as you and Eileen. You’re in love with her. It’s different.” I shuffled through the cassette tapes until I found something loud enough to drown him out. I popped in Alice In Chains and turned it up. 

Sam shut off the radio completely leaving nothing but the rumble of the engine and road noise to fill the car. “I thought Jess was my soulmate until I met Eileen. It was like we recognized each other. Not that it surprised her.” he smiled to himself “Of course she knew all about actual bonded soul lore. The only person Dean ever went postal for was me. That is until Crowley’s flunkies caught you. I have never seen him like that.” For several minutes I didn’t respond. Just kept staring at the road flying beneath us. “But if you don’t want to talk about it…” he went for the volume knob when I spoke up. 

“I know he’s my soulmate. Cas and Jack can see the bond but I knew before Jack said anything. I can see it too. Smell him. Sense him when he’s miles away. I can sense his moods. Sometimes I think I can hear his thoughts. Probably can. You know what would happen if he acknowledged this thing even existed. I can’t take the rejection.” Sam didn’t respond. He knew exactly how Dean would take this information. He would push me away out of fear. Fear of the target that would inevitably be placed on my back. Fear that something would happen to me every time I left the bunker. But, more than anything, fear of the pain I’ll endure for simply loving him. Being in love with Dean Winchester was a full contact sport and no one made it out unscathed.  

We didn’t speak about it again. I knew I was placing an unnecessary burden on Sam. He didn’t meddle in my personal life. Never says a word when I try to sneak in in the wee hours after a hookup. He lets me live my life and that is why I feel terrible about him keeping this from his brother. But he knows it’s for the best. 

We made it to Lincoln in a little more than three hours having changed at a gas station just outside of town. He gave me my badge with an unremarkable name typed on the ID. Only Sam and I knew Agent Wilson was after Ann and Nancy Wilson from the band Heart.  

The medical examiner went through his preliminary autopsy with Sam while I examined the body on the slab. He was male, 25 and newly engaged to his high school sweetheart. His fiancé was found a dried out husk on the floor of their bedroom. He was five feet away, hand extended like he was reaching for her. His heart gave out less than ten minutes after her T.O.D. near as the ME could figure. I placed my hands on his temples and waited for the vision that would slam into me. I waited to feel his horror and pain but I didn’t feel any of that. I felt intense pleasure and like I was satiated. I wasn’t seeing through his eyes but the eyes of the killer. I watched the whole horrific scene play out and promptly vomited into a trash can. 

Sam and the doctor watched confused from the doorway. “First time seeing a dead body.” Sam explained as I grabbed napkins from above the sink. I tried to listen to their conversation but everything was muffled like I was under water. The two men finished their conversation and Sam lead me quickly back to the car. 

“What did you see?” He asked slowly as I regained my composure. I recounted the whole sordid tale not leaving out any details. 

“I get the feeling. I think I know where it’s going next or where it just was. I don’t know, Sam. I think I opened a link to it.” 

His brows knitted together with worry, “You could have inadvertently. Can you still feel it? Can it be closed? I mean, before the thing realizes.” 

I tried severing the link when I went hurling back into another vision. I could smell the victim's perfume. Heard her partner screaming.  She was warm beneath me. This wasn’t the past. This was happening in real time. I went back. Back as far as I could to see any details of their location. Anything that could pinpoint where they were. It would be too late. I saw an address on an envelope and snapped back to consciousness. “516 Meadowdale. Go!” 

By the time we got there, they were already dead. “Do not touch anything. I’m going to call this in anonymously and we’re getting the hell out of here.” Sam dialed 911 as we were speeding towards the freeway. 

I was utterly drained and couldn’t keep my eyes open. Every time I fell asleep I was seeing through the monster’s eyes. He was reliving his kills over the last few days. The psychopath was getting off on them. 

We made it back to the bunker by nightfall and I headed directly to my bed. Dean was waiting for us to get a full report but I couldn’t stand. “What happened?” He asked Sam. I kept walking. 

I didn’t even bother taking off my boots. Sleep came fast and I was deep in another vision when I jolted awake. Dean was sitting in a chair at the end of my bed watching me. “What time is it?” My voice sounded like it was dragged through gravel. 

“A little after 2am. Another nightmare?” He handed me a glass of water which I drained in two long gulps. 

“Yeah. I assume Sam told you everything?” He nodded, planting his feet firmly on the ground ready to scold me. 

“He did. We have to figure out how to get you unlinked from this thing. Sammy’s on the phone with Rowena now. If anything changes. If it becomes aware, you need to let us know.” He hesitated to touch me but he tentatively took my hand in his. “You scare the shit out of me sometimes, kid.” I wondered if he could sense me like I could sense him. If he even realized he could. He pressed his lips into a hard line and then pressed his mouth to the top of my head inhaling my scent as he did. 

“I scare myself sometimes too.” I said quietly. “What do we know about the demon?” All I wanted was to change the subject and get out of his hold. I didn’t want his sympathy or fear to overwhelm me. I could link with the demon and I could find out where it would strike next. I scooted to the edge of the bed and tied my hair back readying myself to head to the war room. 

“Whoa whoa slow down. Sam’s working on putting together the victim statements. We have time. Rest.” Dean grabbed for me but I was just out of his reach already making my way down the hall. “J, stop. We’ll handle this.” 

I was absolutely livid that he wouldn’t let me hunt this thing with them. I was our best shot at preventing anymore killings. “You sidelining me, Winchester?” 

“And what if I am, Barnes?” I kept walking and he stalked after me. “Do not walk away from me. You need to rest.”

“I can’t! Every time I close my eyes I’m letting my guard down. The deeper I go the more I can feel, see and hear. It’s only a matter of time before it catches on. You need me.” I left him brooding in the hall making my way to the rest of the boys. I pulled up a chair and grabbed a folder out of the pile in front of Sam. The newest victims' smiling faces stared up at me from a picture, frozen in a happier time. A small bag of personal effects was stapled to the front of the folder. No way I could touch it. I’d relive the whole thing. Sam and Cas stared at me waiting for me to say something. Anything. Dean walked past us into the kitchen grumbling under his breath. Fuck him. I let him throw his temper tantrum and gave Sam and Cas a look pinning them to their chairs. “What do we know?” I asked, keeping my eyes focused on the pages. 

“None of the couples have anything in common except they’re all from Lincoln. There has to be something connecting them. He’s not choosing them at random.” Sam scowled at the table. We’d keep looking. Until the wee hours if we had to. “Anyway. Rowena gave me a spell to cloak you from the demon. It’s simple and I have everything we need here.” 

“Let’s go.” I said dropping the folder. Cas and Jack would keep looking into the couples. We got a few family member interviews that the sheriffs office already conducted. Maybe that would shed some light. 

Sam gathered the spell ingredients while I cast a protective circle. It was a simple incantation and some muddled herbs nothing major or life altering. Sam recited the spell while I closed my eyes and opened the psychic link with the demon. 

meos, sed videam.  Odi odor, sed sensus.  cor pallii, sed benedictum Dominum sentio

Sam’s voice was distant, a mere breath on the wind as I went deeper. Everything was cloudy, almost veiled but I could see clearly. It was on the move. Through its eyes I could see the sign “Now entering Kansas: The Sunflower State.” He was headed south but I had no inkling on where he’d end up. I tried going through its memories to gather information. I went back to the date of the last murder and saw Sam and I running from the victims house. It knew who we were. I stayed in the trance much longer than I should have. The demon started to feel a pounding in its head. It wouldn’t be long before it realized why it was in pain. I pulled back quickly, my eyes flew open to see three horrified faces staring back at me and one pissed of Dean calling my name. “Call Eileen. Tell her to pack a bag. It’s headed south. It was still at the scene of the last murder. It knows us. Sam, no stops. Get her here fast.”

Sam nodded and left to call Eileen right away. Before I could head back to the war room Dean stopped me. “What the hell was that? Do you have a death wish?” 

“No. But if I’m the best way to find this thing why wouldn’t you use me?” He was unusually protective of me this time. Then again, I rarely fight this hard to hunt. “What is going on with you, man?” 

“Why are you pushing this so hard? It’s like the demon owes you money or something.” We sized each other up, both of us more than ready to fight. No way I’m backing down. He’s right though. I’m taking it personally. I felt…the demon felt like it was looking for something specific. Like the more love the victims felt for one another the more he enjoyed the game. Got off on it when they begged for their soulmate's life. Soulmates! It was then that I realized it was looking for bonded pairs. 

“All the victims were soulmates.” I said before I took off for their files. I held their personal effects in my hands and let the whole horrific scene play out like a crappy slasher flick. The guy fought like hell but the demon was stronger. It immobilized him and made him watch his wife get sucked dry. His eyes held hers the whole time pleading with it to take him instead. I couldn’t see the demon’s face but could see his body, it’s hair draping strategically over it’s features. When she drew her last breath, the guy wailed and thrashed trying to get out of the demon’s hold. The sick bastard just left them there. Vanished into thin air and left them there. It wasn’t long before everything went hazy. I dropped the bag and collapsed into a heap on the ground sobbing into my hands. I was right. I saw their bond bright as sunlight and then I saw it go dark. And now the thing was coming after Sam and I. It would take Eileen. No way I would let that happen. Later I’ll go somewhere quiet and open the link again. Maybe it got somewhere that I could recognize. 

Cas and Jack were at my side checking me for injuries. I didn’t realize it at first but blood was dripping from my nose. I batted them away. They had no reason to fuss. When I went to grab another folder Dean stopped me. His face was twisted in pain and his hands trembled. “No more. I can’t watch that again. I don’t care if you solve the whole damn case. This ends now.” His nostrils flared and his chest heaved. He was like a coiled spring waiting to tear apart whatever had me in its grasp. “You were screaming like it was happening to you, Jessamine.”

Jessamine. He only calls me that to tease me or when he’s beyond pissed. Last time he called me Jessamine was when I had a few too many and took Baby. She was fine. It was all “Jessamine Lorien Barnes, if you ever touch my baby again I will not hesitate.” 

I got to my feet looking towards the table for another folder. “It could go after Sam and Eileen!” I pushed past him to the table but he was quicker. 

“It could come after us!” The whole room went still as death. He knew we were bonded. Knew it and never had the balls to acknowledge it. The sting of rejection left an acrid feeling in my stomach. 

“You knew about us?” Tears stung my eyes but I willed them not to spill. 

“Of course I did. Why do you think Crowley took you instead of Sam? The damn thing is like a beacon for every creep we fight. And if we actually did solidify the bond it would be endgame for us. You would never be safe. This can’t happen. We will never happen. You know better than anyone how things end with me. Look at what happened to your mom.” He paced back and forth ranting but I couldn’t listen any longer. 

“I get it, Dean. I understand.” I was t minus seven seconds away from bawling like a schoolgirl. I had to get out of there. “I um…I’ll leave it alone.” The first tear spilled before I could look away from him. His guilt washed over me and made me feel ten times worse. I quickened my pace and slammed my door shut then I let it all out. He didn’t outright reject the bond but it felt like agony nonetheless. I knew they could hear me wailing. Knew Dean was hovering outside of my door. Mercifully enough they let me be. 

Once I collected myself and I could no longer sense Dean I slipped out of the bunker and drove up to a nearby diner. This was my go to place when I needed time to myself. The coffee was strong and the burgers were greasy. Perfect for wallowing in my self loathing. I pulled a book out of my bag and slid into a booth in the back where I wouldn’t be bothered. My favorite waitress was on tonight. She knew my order and asked me only pertinent questions. The thrum of the diner offered me peace and, before I knew it, I was adrift in my own consciousness. 

I drained three cups of too strong coffee and polished off half of my burger when I was jarred by a vision. Normally I had to touch something but this one felt different. It felt like it was sent to me. I saw through the demon’s eyes an address to a house where it watched from the bushes. It was showing me its next victim. It was daring me to find it. I had absolutely zero doubts that I was walking into a trap but I didn’t care. I had to end this. I lowered the veil so it knew I was watching. I could feel its amusement tickling up and down my spine. Once the vision ended, I paid my check, entered the address into my GPS and started driving. Everything in my gut told me to turn back or to at least call one of the boys for back up. My pride got the better of me and I drove on. 

I thought of my interaction with Dean during the entire drive. I knew he would react the way he did about being my soulmate and I still couldn’t handle it.  I had really never given much thought to being Dean’s person. Sure we were great friends but anything more had never crossed my mind. The longer I suppressed the bond, the harder it became for me to be around him. Like my baser instincts were taking over pushing me towards him. I suppose there are lots of ways to be family. They didn’t always have to be romantic. But, the more I thought about it I didn’t want to just be his close confidant. I wanted to be his. Wholelly, unequivocally his. Something deep within me told me that we were meant to be. Dean didn’t believe in “meant to be” or “happily ever after”. I hadn’t really either until now. I sure as hell don’t believe in happy endings. Hell, I suppose any hunter who ends up with another hunter is bound by shared trauma more than tender loving feelings. I understood his fear. Both he and Sam are constantly in the cross hairs of all manner of beings. Eileen was a strong hunter but Sam worried just as I’m sure she worries for Sam. But isn’t that what a relationship is? Your pain is their pain right? Dean seemed to shoulder the world’s pain. He couldn’t possibly find space within himself to shoulder mine too. Dean was also notoriously private about his feelings. If he thought for one second that I was possibly taking on anything he held, he would push me away even further. Hell, maybe he did know which is why he constantly kept me at arms length. There were times though that he couldn’t seem to leave me. Those were the nights we drank and laughed together. He said it was how he forgot all the crap in his brain and it was just better to do it with someone else. I think he can’t fathom doing it without his other half. I had to put these intrusive thoughts out of my head and get my game face on. There was no time for lamenting. 

I finally arrived at the address the demon showed me and the place appeared abandoned. It wasn’t lit up warm like the vision it sent. Now I know it was probably a memory and I was very much walking into a trap. It knew I was here so there was no turning back. I sent my location to Sam and held my breath as I walked up a long driveway to a sprawling broken mansion. “Hello?” I clicked on my flashlight and surveyed the place. The furniture was broken and dusty and covered in fallen faded police tape. The whole place smelled of decay. I could feel the demon’s presence as I got closer to the upperrooms of the house. “I know you’re here. May as well show yourself.” 

“If I told you where I was that would take all the romance out of it now wouldn’t it? Come find me, little mouse.” Its voice was low and enticing. I kept searching rooms until I got to what I assume was the primary bedroom of the house. The demon sat in a chair next to a ruined bed illuminated by dozens of candles. 

“With all this kindling around here are you sure candlelight was the way to go?” I asked, hoping my sardonic tone masked my fear. The meat suit the demon infected was beyond normal conventions of attractiveness. The human host was tall with mysterious dark eyes and muscles in all the right places. “You called me here. What do you want?”

“You and your friend were so interested in what I was doing I would be remiss if I didn’t invite you to play with me. And I am nothing if not well mannered. Tell me, little mouse, did you enjoy what you saw?” Strong hands stroked the arm of the tufted chair and I found myself wondering what those hands would feel like stroking my body. I could feel my resolve slipping. I let my hand slowly drift to the hilt of my demon blade as I walked closer to where it was waiting. “Now now. You won’t be needing that.” My hand was pinned to my side and I kept walking though I willed myself to stop. 

“I’m not here with my mate. He rejected me. So if that’s your kink I’m sorry to disappoint.” My voice was shaky as I lowered myself onto its thigh. My core was hot and sticky to the point that I could no longer hide my arousal. The smell of the host’s skin sent me spiraling and I leaned into its touch. 

“He didn’t reject you, sweet little mouse. Your bond is strong as ever. That Winchester boy will come. And when he does, he’ll watch me take you just like all the others. Then I’ll watch his heartbreak take him too. It will be too delicious. Who knew how simple it would be to take down Dean Winchester?” it chuckled against my throat. Its lips brushed over my collarbone and down to my decollete. My body betrayed me at every turn. I couldn’t help but press myself down onto his thigh to relieve some of the ache building there. I whimpered as it put its hand at the small of my back and encouraged me to move. “Yes, that’s a good little mouse. Look at how hot and bothered you are and I am barely touching you. What would happen if I touched that sweet little pussy? Hmm? Would it be as wet as I think?” Its hands slipped into the waistband of my panties and brushed against my clit causing me to cry out. “Mmmh even wetter. That boy doesn’t know what he’s missing.” My mind was screaming to stop but I physically couldn’t help myself. I rocked against its hand allowing my orgasm to build. Just when I thought I would break it stopped. “Now, slow down, Sugar. Let’s wait for the rest of the party to arrive.” It lifted me off of its lap leaving me panting and frustrated.

I have no idea how long I was in that room before I heard the front door burst open. The demon laughed when he heard Sam shouting my name. I was naked and splayed on the floor watching the demon divest itself of its clothing. The host’s cock was already dripping, waiting for the perfect moment to sheath itself in my waiting core. It lined itself up between my legs and began its slow tortuous ministrations on my aching cunt making me moan loud enough to hear over the sounds of splintering wood. “Yes, little mouse. Call out to your mate.” Crack went another door and I heard Sam again. My whole body shook from another orgasm. “Call his name, little mouse. Let him know where you are.” 

“I’d rather say yours” I managed to say. “You’re the one making me cum.” I couldn’t move my hands to touch it but I could stroke its ego. The way the host’s face lit up let me know I was on the right track. 

“My name? Oh, little mouse. I have many names. But for tonight, you can call me Master.” It spread my legs wider fucking hard into me bringing me into another mind shattering release. 

“No, demon. Your real name. I’m calling you out. You have to answer” It’s whole body went stiff and it grabbed my chin to stop me from talking. Demons have very few rules but telling you their name when called out is one essential rule they cannot break. 

“Saleos!” It grunted. “Crafty little mouse. Say my name then. Scream it for your mate to hear. Let him know how good I’m making you feel.” It rutted into me so hard I could barely speak. But when it lifted the host’s head and stared into my eyes I could see its pleasure building and I knew I had it. 

“Saleos huh? Don’t want to blow your load before he’s able to see right? Better hang on for me. Or is my pussy that good?” I wrapped my hands around the back of its neck and pulled it close to kiss and began to whisper instead. “Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica…..” The demon inside started to twitch and flicker but I held on tight continuing the words that I had committed to memory. The black smoke plumed from the nostrils mouth and eyes, weakening it enough for me to grab the knife it hadn’t thrown far enough away. I plunged the knife between the hosts ribs and saw the black fade from its eyes just as Sam and Dean burst through the door. It’s naked body fell limp and heavy on top of me. I managed to push it off and quickly grab a few shreds of a ruined bedsheet. 

Sam turned away to give me a bit of dignity. “You ok?” he muttered. 

“Fine. Can you give a girl a second?” he left the room but Dean remained wordlessly staring. 

“Save it. Whatever speech you’re about to give me about my safety I do not care to hear it.” I managed to find my clothes and surprisingly none of them were torn. Dean seemed to be in some kind of trance. “What’s wrong, Dean? You act like you haven’t seen a naked woman before.” 

“Did it…did it finish…I mean did…I don’t know what I want to say right now. So many thoughts are running through my head and all I want to do is rip those panties off of you. I literally cannot focus on anything else.” He stalked toward me like a lion about to devour its prey. He unfastened his belt and tore his shirt over his head revealing his tattooed chest already glistening with sweat. The scent of his arousal was so overpowering that I had no choice but to comply. 

“Uh uh.. I didn’t give it a chance to finish.” I whispered too stunned to speak any louder. 

“But it made you cum.” He pressed against me letting me feel just how much he needed to be inside me at this very moment. 

“I couldn’t help…” A brutal kiss stopped me from saying any more. 

“I can do better” he growled. “Sammy, get lost for a while!” he shouted. Sam’s heavy footsteps retreated out to the Impala as fast as he could carry himself. Dean kissed me again soft and slow, still managing  to get the rest of his clothes off without breaking away from my lips. I was already soaked from the demon but when Dean looked me over I was a goner. A fresh wave of arousal hit me and his nostrils flared when he scented it. With one swift movement he grabbed my hips and slammed into me. We both moaned at the sensation. He moved inside me like he was possessed himself. “I was so scared, J.” his head fell forward onto my chest, whining as he drew closer to his release. “I thought I lost you.”

“But you didn’t and I’m sorry I scared you.” I retorted breathlessly. We didn’t speak anymore. The only sounds to fill the decrepit room were the sounds of our moans and the slap of our bodies. His pace became erratic and I knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. I placed my hands on either side of his face, forcing him to look down at me. We said nothing but stared long and deep into each other’s eyes as we both met our end then he collapsed, satiated and warm onto me. We held each other in the darkened room simply feeling each other’s feelings and thoughts. This was right. It felt like we belonged together. I knew at that moment that I loved him. Could feel that he loved me too. But something was off like he was conflicted. I didn’t want to ruin it by asking so I let him lay on my chest for a while longer. 

After several moments we heard Sam calling from the foyer, “Are you two going to be much longer? I’m bored and hungry.” I laughed but Dean didn’t so much as crack a smile. 

He stood up grabbing his clothes and throwing mine over to me. There was a hint of regret playing at his face which started to enrage me but I shut it down and finished dressing. “Do you want me to ride with you? I’ll let Sam drive my car home.” I was searching for anything that let me know he was happy with this. He gave me nothing. 

“Why don’t you take Sam with you? I’ll meet you at the bunker.” He never made eye contact with me once. And it wasn’t lost on me that he said “the bunker” instead of calling it “home”. 

“I’ll go alone.” I murmured. No response. “Hope you enjoyed yourself.” I said as grabbed my shoes and headed for my car. He didn’t follow me and I didn’t expect him to. 

“You two good?” Sam asked with a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. But then he saw my face and the tears that were about to spill. “Ok, not good? I’m confused.”

“I need to get out of here.” My voice broke as I fished my keys out of my pocket. “Move, Sam. I have to go.”

“Jesse, look at me. You are a wreck. Let me drive you.” he grabbed my keys but I pushed his hand away. Dean started to descend the stairs looking down at his feet instead of towards me. 

“Please, Sam. Let me go.” I pleaded with him. He finally relented and I took off before Dean could stop me if that was even his intention. Once I was in my car I plugged in my phone, put it on “do not disturb” and found a song loud enough to drown out any memory of what just happened. Fuck Dean Winchester. Fuck him and his stupid self loathing. I pounded my fist on the steering wheel in time to the drums in the song I had blaring through the car’s speakers. I needed a drink and a shower and to start looking for a new place to live because I was done. Fucking done with his bullshit. I didn’t want to talk about it to anyone. I just wanted to get lost. 

Once I made it into the bunker I grabbed a bottle of something brown and headed for the shower. Cas and Jack were smart enough not to say a word to me as I stormed past. Sam and Dean made it a few minutes after I did. I hurried out of my clothes and started the shower. Not only did I lock the door but I barricaded it with a chair that I grabbed from in front of the desk in my room. I turned the water on as hot as my body could stand and used my loofah to scrub every place Dean and Saleos had been. I scrubbed so hard at my thighs that the skin began to turn red and split into fine scrapes. I watched the blood well on my skin through blurry tears. 

I got myself together and went back to my room to start throwing things into a bag. I had a few credit cards that I hadn’t used. What was left on them would be more than enough to get me a few towns over. I chugged from the open bottle relishing the sting in the back of my throat. I had no real plan other than getting as far away from Dean and this ridiculous bond as possible. I could hear him and Sam arguing from the other room but he didn’t come after me. He must have wanted me gone as much as I wanted to leave.I drained the rest of the bottle feeling the effects of the liquor starting to take hold. It only made me feel bolder and ready to throw some punches. I trekked back to the main room where everyone, including Eileen, were silently drinking. Eileen and Sam signed to each other but no one interjected. I didn’t say anything as I headed for the stairs. Dean watched me, making me angrier with each step that I took. 

Jack was the only one to get up from his seat. He put his body between me and the stairs and placed his hands on my shoulders, “I don’t know what happened but I won’t let you deal with it alone. If you have to go, fine but I’m coming with you.” He held my shoulders tight, his eyes pleading. “You don’t have to do this alone, Jesse.” How did this kid know exactly what to say to make me feel guilty? 

“Thank you for always taking care of me but I have to go, baby boy. I love you so much.” I hugged him tight, swaying a little from the effects of the alcohol. 

“Stop her, Dean! You're in love with her. Don’t you feel it? The woman you love is walking away from you.” He begged and begged while I took the slow trudge up the stairs to the door. 

“She wants to go, let her go. She wants to act like a little girl, that’s her right.” Dean grumbled. “All of you stay out of it. This is none of your business.” A laugh bubbled up from somewhere deep in my belly. 

“Fuck you, Dean.” I flipped him off before yanking the handle on the door. 

“No! This is absolutely our business. We are a family!” Eileen hugged Jack around his shoulders trying to shush him. I couldn’t take it anymore. It was now or never. Do or die. Walk out the door and reject the bond once and for all or stay here and live with this hot and cold act that Dean does. 

“You’re right, Jack. We are a family. And sometimes it’s ok when Mom and Dad fight. But we aren’t fighting are we, Dean? Wanna know what happened? Sam and Dean walked in at the exact moment that I ganked the demon all by myself.”

“Because that’s how you wanted it!” Dean shouted, taking the stairs two at a time to get in my face. Like that would intimidate me.

“You’re right! That’s how I wanted it. I let that black eyed piece of shit fuck me and I finished the job. But instead of being fucking concerned about me.. instead of giving a shit about how I was feeling you let your primal instincts take over and you fucked me. Had to mark your territory didn’t you, baby? Like you have some claim on me. And now he regrets it. So he’s letting me go to assuage his guilt. Does that sum it up?” I stood back and waited for him to say something. Anything to let me know that he cared even a little. 

“Yeah that sounds about right. I feel fucking guilty. I regret that I couldn’t control myself. I feel fucking guilty that I wasn’t there to stop that fucker from violating you. And I’m pissed that you didn’t let me do this with you because I promise it wouldn’t have gotten that far. I went absolutely insane when you sent that SOS to Sam. Broke every traffic law on the books to get to you. And that’s what I had to walk into? Had to see that..that thing on top of you? Inside of you? The bond took over and I reacted and I feel like shit for taking advantage of you. Happy now? Go if you want. I won’t stop you. But you walk out…you walk away from me…from this, say out loud that you reject the bond so we can both move on.” We stared at each other, neither of us willing to relent. The problem was we were both incredibly stupid and stubborn and neither of us had the guts to really say what we felt. I guess he did just then but in general. I wanted to tell him how much I loved him. I wanted to wrap my arms around him and let him hold me the way I knew he wanted to. His hands were curled into fists causing the veins to pop out on his forearms. He was holding himself back just as much. Like I said, we’re idiots. His eyes narrowed and he moved closer to me, “Say it.” 

“I love you.” I blurted out. It seemed to take all of the wind out of his sails. From some distant corner of the room I heard Sam laugh and Eileen smacking him for doing so. 

“I love you too!” he shouted back. “Don’t ever leave me again. It hurts my feelings when you do!” 

“Fine! I had no idea where I was going anyway.” He tried not to smile but he lost that battle. 

“Holy hell you two are idiots.” Sam shouted from the lower level. “Someone order a few pizzas before Jesse sobers up. She gets cranky when she’s hungry.” 

Jack happily bounced up the stairs and took my bag while Dean and I continued to stare at each other. And we stayed that way for several more seconds before I walked past him to plop into a chair next to Cas. The angel put his arm around me grinning like a fool. “This relationship is going to put us all in harm's way isn’t it?” 

“Oh none of us will survive it.” The

[tsukai22]

More other thoughts

- L!Hinoka being specifically from Conquest has had me thinking about how we have 3 Conquest versions of characters (her, L!F!Corrin, F!Takumi) but only 0/1 specifically from Birthright (Garon, maybe). I wonder if we’ll get Birthright Leo for example. - I really like her art. - I guess she joins Lyn in the “I guess her primary weapon is a bow now” club.

- Pokemon Home finally has compatibility with Pokemon S/V. I was going to transfer Hisuian Qwilfish and evolve it in Scarlet but it turns out it can’t evolve there, so I have to send it back to PLA and evolve it there first. - Also, I can finally use the GTS to get Violet paradox ‘mons! Of course, I’ll offer Yungoos their Scarlet counterparts in exchange.

- I like how when Twitter says there’s a new Tweet at the top of the page, I check it excitedly and it turns out it was one of my Retweets. It keeps happening. I never learn.

- Back to FEH, Hinoka now has 5 versions. Guess who outranked her in the latest CYL event while only having marginally fewer lifetime CYL votes? That’s right - your gal Soleil. If my maths is correct, Hinoka has 18,448 votes to Soleil’s 17,513.

- Soleil only having one version despite having almost identical lifetime CYL votes to Hinoka and Sakura (3 versions and a Duo cheerleader), and more lifetime votes than Hana (3 versions) and Kagero (3 versions, a Resplendent and a Duo cheerleader) really sucks as a massive Soleil fan. - Not to mention all the non-Fates characters with multiple versions that Soleil has outranked not only in lifetime CYL votes, but has also finished higher than in every CYL event. I think I’ve made a list of characters with 3 or more versions that Soleil has outscored but I also might have deleted it.

[real-fire-emblem-takes]

the worst part about the fates story is how v*lla is incorporated in the routes outside of rev.

like in birthright, after the boat map, Sakura, Takumi, Corrin, Azura and Reina (plus kaze, rinkah and ryoma bc of chapter 5) are aware of the existence of "spirits". Azura could have literally told them that she knows the source of the "spirits" and theorises that they are influencing how the war and politics of the continent is shaping up. no need to say the name or anything.

She's trusted enough by them she can just request lead a small force (Azura + Corrin + like 2 or 3 more units) to the bottomless canyon to investigate, fall in, have a valla map, get back out and report their findings to the rest of Hoshido. This will lead to half of Hoshido working on dealing with v*lla and deal with getting rid of Anankos' influence on the continent while the other half deals with liberating the other smaller countries from Nohr.

This might even save Elise and Xander because anankos might summon garon, leading to xander taking the throne, pausing the war and creating peace treaties.

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