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leoniestarlee · 3 months

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Illyrian Assassin (8)

Pairing: Azriel x OC

Word Count: 2.3k

Warning: past trauma, slow burn

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"You're joking, right?" I asked Cassian two days later in the sitting room at the House of Wind.

Daisy whined about something to Amren as the second in command taught both my sisters the history of our world. Azriel was off doing something for Rhysand, while Mor was at the Palace above the Court of Nightmares, waiting for our High Lord.

"Nope," Cassian said, popping the 'p' as he relaxed against the couch beside me. "He told Mor moments before he left."

I clicked my tongue, holding back a smile. "Only our brother would crash Tamlin's wedding."

"I would've loved to join him," he mused, a wicked grin on his lips. "Imagine the look on Tamlin's face at my appearance beside Rhys."

"Imagine if he saw me," I cut in, lifting my legs up and placing them on his lap. "He might've killed me for what I helped Rhys and his father do in the Spring Court all those years ago."

"I have a strong feeling that that's why Rhys didn't bring either of us. A war would've started."

My face dropped, even as Cassian massaged my feet. "Do you truly think that a War is coming, again?" I lowered my voice, making sure the children don't hear me.

Cassian's hands paused on my feet; his shoulders tensed. "Rhys believes so." Willa laughed, the sound usually comforting to me, only for it to now be an ache at the thought of it being taken from me. Cassian must have noticed my change in mood because he said, "If War comes, those girls will be protected, Rory. They'll be protected by all of us, and I'll personally put my life in front of theirs to protect them, even if it kills me."

"No," I said sternly, cutting a look at him. "If anyone is to die for those girls, it's me. I won't let anyone else risk their lives to protect them."

"It's not your choice if I risk my life to protect them," he countered gently, rubbing my feet again. "They might be your sisters by blood, but they're my sisters too. Everyone else would say the same, I know that for a fact."

I stayed silent, letting the words linger between us before I exhaled and dropped my head back against the arm of the couch. "Then we better make sure that this War doesn't happen."

Cassian grunted his agreement as Mor appeared in the doorway, both her hands on her hips and a scowl on her face.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked her.

"Rhysand," she answered in a tight tone, her hands dropping from her hips as she strolled toward us. "I can't believe he actually took Feyre from her wedding."

"I can," Cassian and I said at the same time, followed by a laugh from Mor. "I would've been more surprised if he didn't take—save her from that wedding. I wonder how the beast is handling the absence of his bride-to-be," I mused, sitting up as she sat down.

"Well, his reaction is probably worse than Feyre's," she mumbled, allowing me to lay my head in her lap. "She threw a shoe at the back of his head."

Cassian howled in laughter, Amren hissing at him seconds later from the loud noise that disturbed the girls learning. My own body shook from quiet laughter as I pictured the once mortal girl throwing a shoe at my brother's head.

"I'll never let him live that down," I chuckled.

"That's exactly why I'm back here," Mor said. "I gave him shit about it and he sent me right back here."

That only made Cassian howl in laughter once again.

"Uncle Cass!" Daisy scolded him from the dining room table.

Amren gave Cassian a smug look while he quickly closed his mouth, but then it was Mor and I howling in laughter at Cassian and Daisy. Only the General would listen to either Willa or Daisy.

"Now I've got you by the balls!"

"Daisy!" Mor and I yelped, my body sitting up like lightening as I widened my eyes at my younger sister who cheekily giggled.

"Rhysand is in shit," Mor grumbled, rubbing her temple. "This is why we were so careful with our words around her."

"It was bound to happen soon," Amren commented, giving Daisy a high-five that I shook my head at.

Powerful beats of wind rocked the veranda glass doors seconds before Azriel landed, his Illyrian armor gleaming against the sun as he tucked his wings closed behind his back. I hadn't had spoken to him since the other day, mainly because he'd been busier than usual with Rhysand, but I was just glad that my sketchbook was back on my bed by the time I went to sleep that night.

The girls looked away from Amren, focusing their attention on the spymaster as he gave them that friendly smile reserved for only them. I sat up, filling the space between Cassian and Mor as heat prickled my skin at just the sight of Azriel. Is it embarrassment I felt? Most likely. He hasn't asked anymore questions about the drawings, and I hope it stays that way.

"Where have you been?" Mor asked Az as he pulled off his leather gloves, revealing the beautiful scars covering his hands.

"Doing work for Rhys, like usual," he answered in a tired tone, sitting down in the armchair across from us. His wings flexed out once before tucking back in and sagging behind him.

"You look tired," Cassian mused, eyeing him closely as Az nodded his head, eyes closing. "Well, I guess it's a bad time to suggest we go to Rita's tonight."

I smiled, facing Mor who was already grinning like a giddy child. It's been too long since any of us have all gone to Rita's for a few drinks and dancing. But then I remembered why we haven't and the smile dropped off my face.

"I can't join you tonight," I said, glancing over my shoulder to the girls still learning with Amren. "Big sister duty, remember?" I faced back to Cass.

"What about their nanny?" Mor questioned, standing up from the couch and raising a brow at me. "I'm sure Evelyn won't mind."

I shook my head. "I can't ask her at the last minute. It would be rude."

"Fine," she stated, strutting away from us. "I'll just go ask her myself and offer a very high sum of money. Extra even."

"Mor," I murmured, sending her a pointed look as Cassian snorted and Azriel opened his eyes, watching only me. "The girls are my responsibility."

She halted, whirling around to face me. "And it's my responsibility, as your best friend, to make sure that you get a break from watching them for at least one night." She raised a brow, challenging me to change her stubborn mind.

"You know she's not going to take no for an answer," Azriel chuckled, looking between the both of us as Cassian threw an arm around my shoulder.

"He's right," she chimed, turning around again and walking away from us. "Start getting ready!"

I failed to hide my smile as I looked at Cassian and then Azriel. "I hope you males remember how to dance."

Mor held my hand as she twirled me between her and Cassian, a melody flowing around us with other High Fae and lesser dancing. Azriel, for whatever reason, decided to stay in our little booth. Not much of a surprise though. Whenever we'd come here, he would always be on alert and watching our surroundings. Must be a spymaster thing.

"Should we make a bet?" Cassian asked, raising his voice over the melody as I slightly bounced on my feet.

Mor dropped my hand, raising a brow at him as she took a sip from her wine. "A bet on what? We're dancing and drinking."

"A bet on if Azriel will take someone to bed," he answered her, my eyes widening as I nearly dropped my wine glass. I wasn't expecting that to come out of his mouth. And part of me bloody hated those words.

Azriel had always had lovers through the centuries. It was no secret. There were even a few times where I'd catch him sneaking back into the House of Wind or walking a female out of his room. I would tease him about it at breakfast the next morning, even if I didn't like it, but that was just how it went. He would have female company some nights, and I would pretend to be fine with it. I never quiet understood why it affected me so much, and instead of spending useless hours thinking about it, I would just throw myself into a bed with a male to distract me.

"You're dreaming," Mor laughed, slapping her hand against his shoulder. "Az hasn't had any female company in months. I'm pretty sure he's been too busy to even think about it."

I stayed silent, watching the two of them as I sipped my wine, needing as much as I can for this.

"That's exactly why we should set him up with someone tonight," Cassian countered, and I coughed into my wine, the liquid splashing against my face.

"What?" I exclaimed, wiping the wine off my face with the back of my hand as they both tried not to laugh at me. "Az is picky with his females," I quickly recovered myself. "He won't just take anyone home." Or at least I hope not. I don't feel like watching him carry a female in his arms back to the House of Wind...Where I now live.

Oh Cauldron, I didn't think this living situation through.

"Oh, come on," Cassian drawled. "We've all noticed how tense he's been lately. He needs this."

I turned toward Mor, hoping she would be against the idea like me, but the grin on her face made my hope drop. "You think it's a good idea too, don't you?" I asked her.

"Cass does have a point. Az has been tensed and quiet lately," she pointed out. "Why don't we make a small game out of this?"

"I think it's a bad idea to make a game out of his lovers," I argued.

But, of course, she ignored me. "The first one to set our dear Az up with a female, gets fifty gold marks from the losers." Her smile could've lit up the whole room as she looked between the two of us.

Cassian agreed to the bet and before I could decline, Mor grabbed my hand and started to drag me toward the booth where I could spot Azriel sipping his beer with Truth-Teller resting on the table like it's not a weapon.

I gulped down the rest of my wine, wanting my soul to be floating out of my body for what's about to happen. Mor let go of my hand as we arrived beside the booth and she slipped in, Cassian standing beside her side of the booth as I stood beside Azriel.

"You look bored, Az," Mor sweetly said, bringing Azriel's attention to her as she smiled at him. "Why don't you join us?"

"Dancing?" He raised a brow, sending her a pointed look. "When was the last time you saw me dance, Mor?"

"I can't even remember," Cassian answered for her, taking the seat beside her.

Azriel focused on them for a long moment, probably knowing that they're up to something. Whenever Mor and Cassian acted like this together, we all knew something was at play. The last time they agreed on an idea together, I returned to my apartment to find Willa's tanned skin had somehow been dyed green. It took me weeks to get rid of it.

Azriel's focus cut to me, his eyes travelling down the red dress Mor allowed me to borrow for tonight. Then slowly, as if savouring every inch me, he looked back up to my eyes and moved over on the seat.

"Do you want to sit down?" he offered me, small butterflies erupting in my stomach. Yep, I'd had enough to drink.

"Sure—"

"Nope," Cassian interrupted as I sent him a small glare, still deciding to take the seat beside Azriel anyway. "There's no point in sitting down when we're all going to the dance floor anyway."

"I agree with Cass," Mor mused with a quiet clap. "While we're dancing, let's find Az some female company to join us."

This time I had to physically morph my face into a fake smile so I wouldn't out right frown at their idea. Why should I care though? I mean, I hate the idea they're presenting, but I'm only Azriel's friend. I should be encouraging them.

"I don't feel like dancing," Azriel said with a bored tone. "Nor do I feel like having a random female keep me company."

Cassian exhaled in defeat. "But why?" he asked before taking a swig of his beer. "There's so many females in here that would pounce on you the second you give them your attention."

Oh, Mother above. Please, do not let me witness that tonight.

Azriel turned to me, and my heart sped up just from the soft look on his beautiful face. "Will you be joining us to dance?"

"Me?" I blurted but quickly recovered, holding up my empty wine glass with a lazy smile. "Oh, no. I need a refill and a break before my feet fall off." I tried to laugh, but it came out more like a wheeze and I silently scolded myself.

He gave me a small nod, then turned his attention back to Mor and Cassian who both waited, wicked grins on their faces. "It seems there's no one I want to dance with."

"Stubborn bastard," Cassian muttered, shaking his head at the fact he knew there was no way Az would give in to their peer pressure and join them.

Me on the other hand? I felt my heart ache and my stomach drop with an uneasy feeling. He'd said there's no one he wants to dance with. Which means, he doesn't want to dance with Cassian, or Mor, or...me.

I think I might just need a whole fucking bottle of wine at this point. His words shouldn't affect me at all, yet my whole mood is was ruined.

And why was that damn tugging feeling back in my chest?

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streaminn · 11 months

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tell more about this new streamer au u've mentioned bc im very interested

So it starts with an game

You can vc and shit this game too and it was very very popular. You could choose whether to be a normie or an outcast, there were several jobs that one can take and quests with challenges.

Overall a really fun game bc you can either play with friends and build a land with them or play solo and try to complete everything

Think of uh, genshin! But you can customize and level up your character + it being constantly multi-player unless you go to your own private land that you can buy or get from quests

you can also unlock elusive powers as an outcast if you complete certain quests as well.

It was called, Jericho Online bc I can't think of a better name rn 😅

So it starts with Pugsley who starts badgering to thirteen year old Wednesday to join him in playing the game

Wednesday joins begrudingly, tired of all his incessant whining and also because the words of player killing caught her attention

Enid, whos been playing with pugsley is interested immedietely when the two log in. Going !? And circling the newcomer

Wednesday immedietely plays chase and that's the start of a new friendship, with Enid going !?!!!! And Wednesday pulling out her starter knife bc she's supposed to kill this monster

Enid's character is obviously a werewolf, one of the most famous race type in Jericho but there's a catch

Due to high demand, the devs has given a roll of chance to anyone who plays this race. Bc of this you could be an alpha, beta or cursed

Alpha's usually have a better chance to land a critical hit (aka better crit rate in their base form)

Beta is normal, your stats don't change.

Cursed are left unable to shift, which is an ability that all werewolves have where their crit dmg and crit rate is multiplied by two during full moons (which actually follows the irl moon cycle and there are usually combat events/bosses around then who drop really good loot)

This ability is really really good when you have the right artifacts and is part of the reason why so much people choose werewolves

Enid unfortunately, is a cursed and so she sulks with her amazing artifacts with the knowledge that it could be better if she just shifts

Continuing! Wednesday chose to be a psychic and ends up with the sub ability to summon ink creatures at her will. Aka be a beast tamer of some sort

The catch is, she has to kill the creature and subdue it first before she can acquire them into her slots. She is only allowed five creatures in battle so she has to choose carefully aswell

Being a beast tamer is pretty fun but it's lowkey like playing Pokémon so not alot of people liked to use it

Anyways abilities over

Wenclair plus pugsley go have fun, they start raiding dungeons, doing quests together until pugsley drops out from uninterest like a few months in

Enid understands, Wednesday doesn't care and so Wenclair continue their journey of beating absolute ass in this game because wednesday is competitive and Enid is happy to be there

They grind for the absolute best of artifacts and spend so much time on better weapons, it's almost like they're addicted

And honestly? Wednesday was having fun. There was a joy in being able to calculate how well you can do if you wear this goblet that raises your elemental dmg or if you lvl up this skill to a certain lvl you can beat absolutely everyone

(and maybe, planting lil carrots infront of Enid's house isnt so bad)

Enid while competitive, was having fun decorating her lil land far from Jericho. It was like a lil hobbit hole, with greens and vines and dim lighting because wednesday can never stand the bright lights that were originally hung up and vehemently refused to visit if they were there

"you're like a vampire!" Enid says in the in game comm

Wednesday tsks "a vampire who isn't afraid to pk you, Sinclair."

"you're so mean Willa," sinclair, Enid's username, whines.

Willa, Wednesday's own in game username, just hurls her dagger at the sulking blond.

"Wha- HEY!"

So they play and play and omy?

They get married?

Interesting, so it seems that in the second year anniversary of Jericho (when Wenclair are fourteen) the devs decided to have a lil romance for the lonely people and give the ability to marry

Why are Wenclair married? Well, obviously for the benefits. You get 3x the xp when doing quests, challenges and missions together, not to mention that the probability of getting better artifacts and quality quests skyrocket by 5 percent

Like sure you have to share land and divorcing means losing half your gold but it's fine!!

It's with the status of married does Wenclair stumble across a secret quest

The tale of Crackstone

By the third year (Wenclair are now 15) of playing and finishing of the tale, Enid's status as cursed shifts to bludhound.

They celebrate, theyre having fun and theyre practically a married couple. Wednesday insists to go to a dungeon and Enid wants to do a world quest instead

The two settle these disputes with any challenges. They're kids, theyre having fun and if Wednesday looks forward to spending time with Sinclair so much that she bought a pc for herself then that's for her to know.

It's been three years and theyre practically inseparable! The two playing everyday just to spend as much as time together

Until Enid mentions that she won't be so active in a few days.

Why? Willa asks in chat. Are you getting kidnapped?

Course not!! Sinclair replies. Why do you always think I'm being kidnaped??

^n E ways imma be movin so I'll be bz :( can't play much bc we Goin out a state

Wednesday pauses then she squints, there's a feeling in her gut.

Ok, is willa's simple answer. Get online when you come back, we still need to investigate Crackstone's crypt.

Kk! Sinclair cheerily replies. Bye bye Willa, cya in a few dayyysssss

Sinclair has logged out the world.

Wednesday tilts her head a tad and there's a crease on her brow as she sits in her chair. She continues playing, making sure to check over the crops one more time before turning in for the night.

Crackstone's crypt is left uninvestigated for years

Sinclair inbox: 99+ unread messages!

#Wenclair #jericho online au

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ginger-grimm · 4 months

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INTRODUCING: PETRA MÜLLER

Full Name: Petra Rut Müller

Birthdate: December 19th, 1998

Hair Color: Light Brown

Eye Color: Brown

Species: Werewolf

Family: Red Riding Hood (Mother, deceased), Peter Müller (Father, deceased)

Love Interest: Willa Darling

Friends: Greer Grimm, Tee Wiley, Ben Beast, Doug Dwarf, Jane Godmother

Likes: Chopping wood, caramel candies, flannels, axes, dogs, thrillers, Jane's special cookies (which were made with a lot of love, as she claims), coffee, playing guitar, climbing trees, tulips, cherries

Dislikes: Most people, hot weather, most salty foods, gossipy people

Phobias: Loss of control

Style: Lots of flannels, sturdy worker boots, and jeans, Jane and Greer give her like twenty different BFF bracelets which she feels bad if she doesn't wear, other than that she doesn't wear much jewelry, has her mother's red cape which was imbued with magic to control her transformations during the full moon

Speech: American accent, somewhat gruff voice, likes to swear around people like Audrey because it's so "unladylike" and makes them gasp every time, not afraid to get into shouting matches

Physical Quirks/Scars: She has a giant scratchmark on her left calf from where the werewolf struck her, it's healed mostly but the scar remains nonetheless, she also walks with a slight limp on the left

Personality: Hard-working, pessimistic, adventurous, generous, independent, loyal, aggressive, impulsive, unpredictable

Background: Born in the woods surrounding Auradon, Petra was raised by Red Riding Hood and a villager named Peter. They lived in her great-grandmother's cottage after she passed. Petra was raised to be vigilant and cautious of the woods. Even with that fear instilled in her, little Petra loved to be in the woods. Climb trees, do woodwork, look at plants, anything she could discover in the woods, she was into it. At twelve years old, Red and Peter were murdered by the mate of the wolf who tried to kill Red all those years ago. Petra got away badly injured but was stuck in werewolf form for the next four years. Months before the VKs arrive at Auradon Prep, Petra wakes up at the gates of school - back in her human form. Ben convinces his parents to take a chance on Petra, despite her parents not having been of royal standing. She is taken into Auradon Prep and taken under the wing of Willa Darling, Wendy Darling's daughter. As Petra tries to find the wolf who turned her and the villain kids are being admitted into the school, she begins to realize just how much the people at Auradon Prep really mean to her - especially her mentor.

Faceclaim: Sophie Nelisse

TAGLIST: @waterloou @eddysocs @ocs-supporting-ocs @foxesandmagic @veetlegeuse @decennia @hiddenqveendom @arrthurpendragon @luucypevensie @richitozier @noratilney @wordspin-shares @oneirataxia-girl @endless-oc-creations @lucys-chen @andromedalestrange @far-shores @daughter-of-melpomene @bibaybe

#ocappreciation #ocapp #disney descendants oc #oc: petra müller

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kyouka-supremacy · 6 months

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Quotes on my Pinterest board that remind me of sskk:

“Eurydice, now dying a second time, uttered no complaint against her husband. What was there to complain of, but that she had been loved?” —Ovid, Metamorphoses, Book X

“I don’t know what I would give to speak to you one day with an open heart.” —Albert Camus, letter to Nicola Chiaromonte, November 7, 1945

“I press you to me. Come, feed on me. Bury your fangs in my flesh. Tear me asunder. I sob, I sob.” —Virginia Woolf, The Waves

“Crawl inside this body—find me where I am most ruined, love me there.” —Rune Lazuli

“Didn’t I adore you harder than silence?” —Nathalie Handal, Midnight Train to Georgia

“He is in my heart and I suffer.” —Andal, translation by A. K Ramanujan, from, Noisy Among the Shenbaka Flowers

“In the dream I don’t tell anyone, you put your head in my lap.” —Richard Silken, from I Had a Dream About You

“—softly, with hands as gentle as rain, I shall strangle him.” —Angels Carter, “The Erl-King” from The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories

“A lover? Something tender, anyways. But tender like a bruise.” —Marie Rutkoski, The Winner’s Kiss

“I suffer in my loving and you know it.” —Willa Cather, from The Complete Works of Willa Cather; The Basket

“Finally. A sin worth hurting for, a fervor, a sweet—you are mine.” —Natalie Diaz, These Hands, If Not Gods

“I beg you, eat me up. Want me down to the marrow.” —Hélène Cixous, The Love of the Wolf

“It seems to me that the dead only return for love or for revenge. Who did you come back for?” —Helen Oyeyemi, White is for Witching

“Decipher me, my love, or I will be forced to destroy you.” —Clarice Lispector, The Book of Delights; The Beginning of Spring

“I’d follow him to hell and back but I wish he’d just stop going there.” — buckykingofmemes, tumblr

“The center of every poem is this: I have loved you. I have had to deal with that.” —Salma Deera, Letters from Medea

“That was my last act of love.” —Aurelia Schober Plath, quoting Sylvia Plath

“You are embarrassed about your blood, it’s redness, the way it is just coming out of you with no concern for anyone’s feelings. You are (…) embarrassed to be alive.” —Carmen Maria Machado, In the Dream House

“Where can my lovers touch me when all of me hurts? Certainly not my body. Certainly not my heart.” —Molly Burton, Fragile

“I’m not too gone to be healed, am I? I’m not too gone am I?” —Alive Notley, Pines: Poems; “In the Pines”

“But the ache for him is stronger than my anger. I want to speak of something not dead or divine. I want him to live.” —Madeline Miller, Song of Achilles

“I love you like a rotten dog. I love you like my canines are falling out of my gums, like a monster like a beast. Like something not worth loving back.” — Anouri, Tumblr

“I will see him with his skin off before I agree to fall in love.” —Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless

“I know I have a heart like a wild thing with snapping jaws and matted fur but I’d hang up my hands on hooks for you, pluck out all of my sharp teeth for the chance to be easy.” —Trisha Mateer, How I Asked You to Stay

“He and I are closer than friends. We are enemies linked together. The same sin binds us.” —Oscar Wilde, An Ideal Husband

And where is the sskk web wave Anon??? 📢📢‼️‼️‼️

#THESE ARE ALL SO GOOD!!!#But seriously the “Crawl inside this body—find me where I am most ruined‚ love me there.”#That's the sskk quote of all time I swear thank you for sending this #Thank you!!!!!!#sskk #shin soukoku #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd web wave #people asks me stuff

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transmutationisms · 1 year

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What do you think each of the kids are fundamentally motivated by? Obviously they’re all motivated by their father’s approval but Kendall & Shiv (for example) display an actual drive for power Roman lacks. Roman is in turn motivated by familial belonging & affection that Kendall is somewhat motivated by but not really. Not sure what Connor is motivated by but he seems like a (relatively) chill guy.

that's so funny. i think connor is fucking insane. the thing about connor is like, yeah he knows logan thinks he's a loser and would never in a million years give him the company, so he doesn't even bother trying for it, but in every other possible way he has 0 chill and legiterally sees himself as some kind of be-toga'd greek warrior wielding an ak and a boar-hunting spear in one hand and napoleon's beef-jerkied cock in the other. he lives on a ranch in the american west because he thought he could manifest destiny his way into logan's heart but then he named it after a piece of napoleonica because he doesn't understand political signifiers and also no one comes to visit him so he has to be boy besties with his loser ass fertiliser neighbour and wheedle willa into keeping him company. his political platform is antisemitism and believing that cum and money are the same thing, which is why he needs to preserve both and use them only in an appropriately productive manner, except he has no kids and literally throws away millions on a terrible play to continue buying willa's attention even though he thinks theatre is like, culturally degenerate. he's literally running for president because daddy wouldn't hand him an empire and he thinks he can take the reins of a different one, and also he's doing that with a shitlib dc think-tanker he offered the state department to when he was supposed to be ass kissing for waystar. at any given moment he's like 5 seconds from going beast mode and he also can't bear to euthanise a dying dog and his father decided he had no value as a kid and now he financially contracts his girlfriend but has to pretend she's anything other than a courtesan. by the way he used to have a ponytail and drop acid in the desert, he owns 30,000 acres of wilderness, and he would rather see his dead dad cryogenically frozen and techno-futuristically resurrected than buried wearing a kilt.

sorry i thought too hard about connor roy and entered a fugue state. anyway, to be reductive, kendall wants to become logan, but more well-liked. the heir with the flair. shiv wants to become logan, but morally superior. what if a good person ran waystar. roman wants to be loved by logan, and uses the business as a means to that end. you and me up in a little pod above the city, fucking startups and shitting on pension funds. connor wants to be noticed by logan but it's too late for that so he'll settle for prowling around his empty apartment talking to his ghost. i don't need love it's like a superpower.

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safely-in-vhagars-belly · 9 months

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Deliciously dark!Aemond x oc (SnowFalls) CHAPTER 3:SNOW DRIFTS

CONCEPT: You have become Aemonds spoils of war and his wife after he killed everyone at your home. Now he will try to gain more allies for his brother's cause, and one of your eldest enemies returns.

WARNINGS: Dubcon, non-con, graphic descriptions of sex, violence, smut, rough sex, dom/sub themes, humilation, spankings, torture, abuse, mentions of cheating, heartbreak and other tragedies.

You slept but barely. The nightmares haunted you all night. The biggest nightmare is already gone when you awake in a room that is not yours. You turn on your belly and feel a rough kick between your legs. Your muscles hurt. You groan and quickly look and there is dried blood on the spots where you were sleeping.

No wonder he left. You get out of bed and try to put on your ripped clothes. It doesn't fit anymore. Only your wedding cloak does. You wrap it around you, shielding your body.

You walk through the door and into the next area where your brother used to receive guests. There is a stern-looking woman sitting on the couch. She eyes you and your cloak. You understand right away Aemond put her there. She gets up perfectly still and moves over. Judging you.

You don't like her right away. 'So you're the new princess. I am lady Maeridth.' You don't care. You were hurt by your husband, spanked and fucked sore and your family is dead. Who cares about this lady?

Yet you introduce yourself. Very softly. 'Willa WyldeWoods.' She shakes her head and clicks her tongue.

'Willa Targaryen. You have taken your husband's name. As is custom.' You would never have taken it voluntarily. You were forced to become his wife.

You feel insulted and hurt that she makes it sound like you choose it. 'I didn't take anything.'

She ignores your outburst. 'Shall we go back inside the room? I'm afraid there are some unpleasant measures I need to do.'

You follow her uneasily to go back to the room. You see her inspect the linen. 'Very good. That is a sign of a wonderfully consummated marriage.' She is delighted at your bloody spot.

You want to hit her. She turns to you. 'Show me your body.'

You freeze clutching the cloak tighter. 'W-what?'

She sighs. 'I need to see if I need some poppy milk for you or if you'll do fine without it. You are limping and in pain. Show me how bad it is.' You drop your cloak.

She inspects your nipples and your neck. There are some fresh bite marks here and there. You didn't even notice he bit you. She spreads your legs and it hurts before she even has touched you. She gently feels the irritated sensitive and tired-out skin.

You confess to her. 'He kept going. He didn't care I was crying. He didn't care I was tired.' You recall it that way.

She laughs at that. You come close to hitting her. 'If he won't care now, he won't care in the future. See this as a victory. You know who he is now.' A beast. An animal and a raper. He didn't care you were a maiden. It didn't matter at all.

'A monster.' You groan.

She gives you a warning glare. 'You can never say such things if anyone is with us. You are a princess now but you'll never be a Targaryen. You are disposable and they already have what they needed from you. Only Aemond saved you.' You realise that.

The door is opened and your husband enters. The lady bows for him and you minick her. You want to run away and hide. He just smiles at you. It's enough to make you want to curl up somewhere and cry. You should've fought more. You should've fought harder. You feel shame and disgust.

The cloak still covers your body. 'My beautiful wife. Finally awake? You slept deeply.' You want to make a mean comment but keep silent.

The lady scurries off like a rat in the Harbor. You keep ignoring him. 'Oh. I see. Someone is a little upset. Don't even try to blame me, you were wet and enjoying yourself too.' He grits out.

You do blame him. He rips the cloak from your body. You shiver. 'Please, husband. I am cold. Give me my cloak.' You beg. The North is unforgiven. Even he is dressed for the cold.

He walks away from you. He goes to what remains of your dress. 'Do you still have dresses here? You can't walk around with just a cloak covering up that body. That would be too tempting for my guards to resist.' You think of the two guards. How they raped that girl. And dozens of others.

You hope he is trying to scare you. 'Surely they are loyal enough-' he raises his hand and it's all he needs to do to get you quiet as a mouse.

He continues where he left off. 'They are killers and men. Never assume we won't take easy prey. We will.' You shiver at those words.

You defend yourself. You feel insulted. You are not meek. You are not weak. You are strong.'I am not easy prey.'

He laughs. 'You were an easy little conquest for me. I put more effort into putting my eye in. You are only alive because I allow you to be. Don't forget that the next time you're supposed to be pleasing me.' He remarks coldly and you feel your smile vanish and make place for terror and fear.

You quickly begin to apologise. You are ashamed that he thinks you did your job poorly. You didn't know much. 'I was just a maiden I didn't know-' you try.

He leans in and shushes you. 'That sounds like a you problem. Get educated. It won't be long before I want that Northen savage cunt again.' You never liked people calling you that.

You growl but still stutter. 'I-im not a savage. I don't fuck my family or ride a dragon.' You bite out.

He chuckles dangerously. 'Take it off or I'll rip it off.' He warns when getting closer.

He waits before deciding to get rid of your cloak himself. He grabs your wrists and pins you to the side of the bed and sighs deeply when humming and getting his belt off.

You scream and cry like a pig that's being slaughtered. You shake your head at him, instantly regretting it. Especially when he turns you and touches your behind. You whimper. 'No! No..' You softly beg.

He grins before kissing your neck. Sucking it.'I take it you've never been fucked in your ass before? It's very common under savages.' You can't tell if he's joking.

You try to save what can be saved. 'Y-you are not a savage. I am. My family was worthless and you are so good for me please don't...' the rest is just you wailing and crying.

He listens to it, pleased. He roughly rubs your folds and old blood sticks to his fingers. 'I am, aren't I? I'm such a good husband to you. I fuck your pretty pussy. I gift you nice things and I let you rest after fucking you into sleep yesterday. It is not unheard of that a wife gets woken up or that she is even hit if she falls asleep on the job.' You look anywhere but his eye.

You remind him kindly that you don't do punishment. 'I do not respond well to physical punishment. Daddy didn't spank me. Mommy didn't either and-'

He smiles. 'O, I have faith you'll pick it up eventually. I'm patient.' You try to speak sense into him.

'I don't want to become scared. You are supposed to be my husband and my protector. I-'

'Hush. I want your ass in a gown and I want you downstairs in the hall shortly. Am I clear?' You give up and nod.

'Yes...'

He pets your head. 'Good girl. Put on something pretty hm? I liked the gown you wore the other day.' He says before getting up and marching out of the room.

--- Servants clean the blood away. Bodies are carried downstairs and sometimes heads roll through the hall when someone drops them.

Your husband waits in the hall with his mother, brother and grandfather. You don't give them the satisfaction of a glance.

Aemond kisses your cheek and you avoid eye contact with any other Targaryen. Two guards are busy putting heads on the gates and you watch the heads get smashed in so they can properly put the stake in it.

You think of the Starks. Maybe they will save you. But they need to be quick. 'Edric Duskwoods wrote us.' You heard of the DuskWoods. They are friends of the Stark and helped fight the Boltons. You wonder what Edric wants.

'Who?' Aemond asks, tilting his head a bit. He almost looks cute when doing it.

Otto Hightower glares at you. You don't like it. You didn't do anything. You nervously touch your hair.

'Her betrothed.' The former queen says. Your eyes widen as you glance between her, Otto and finally back to Aemond.

Your mouth opens and closes uttering words but no sound comes out. You are betrothed. You didn't know.

Aemond sighs. 'You didn't tell me you were engaged.' He says, and you hear some jealousy in his voice.

You are quick to blurt out. 'B-because I wasn't! Mommy or daddy must have had a hand in it. The word must have reached The Willowswood that they died.' They somehow send the DuskWoods a raven. Somehow.

You realise that was not possible. Someone else did it for you. Someone else in this castle.

Aegon grins. 'Bring the cunt in. Let's see what he wants and what he brings. Maybe he wants to offer me a Northern bitch as Well.'

The doors are opened and you stop pulling your nails. Edric enters and he is even more handsome than you remembered. He is 21 summers you are 20.

Edric doesn't bow. He struts in and walks to the Hightowers. Aemond pushes you behind him, keeping his hand firmly on your shoulder. 'Dragonstealer and One-eyed Kinslayer. Shall we add wife-stealer to the list of your nicknames?' Edric asks, and you admire his courage.

Aemond doesn't even blink. Come to think of it; He does that rarely anyway. 'Why not. I quite like that one.' His brother laughs and the two of them advance on Edric.

You whimper softly. 'What are you doing here?' You ask him. 'It's dangerous here.'

He smiles sweetly at you. You feel a blush creep up and quickly hide it. Aemond notices it and pushes you even closer to him, glaring at you.

Edric presents a beautiful handwoven necklace to you. 'Lady Wyldewoods. I'm so sorry we didn't get a chance to meet earlier. This could all be prevented. I'm sorry that monster took your innocence-' You don't agree but you surely don't disagree.

'This monster was being encouraged and begged to fuck your little lady. She fucked me back.' Aemond says. He doesn't care how embarrassed you'll get or how much shame you feel.

Edric scoffs. 'Like she had much of a choice. I want back my wife, you thief. Hand her or lose your other eye.'

Aemond reaches for his sword. Edric does the same. 'Stop! Edric. We can be allies. Surely you can find a way to support your new king?' Otto asks.

Edric frowns like he just got hit by a pan. 'You want me to support the man that stole my wife?' He asks. 'Things work differently in the North. Not all our loyalty can be bought.'

Edric shakes his head and walks out of the castle. Leaving you behind. Aemond chuckles victoriously and forces his lips on your ear. He gently sucks your lobe and you sniffle in his arms.

Another visitor enters. Unannounced. You notice the black burning raven banner and nearly piss yourself. You clamp to Aemond and quickly whisper. 'That house is our biggest enemy. What are the Warths doing here?'

Aemond smiles at you 'I invited them. We need their support too.' He says. You feel nervous and uneasy. You follow your husband around like a puppy, scared he'll leave you and you'll be defenceless.

Dorren greets Aemond before he smiles at you like he can peck your eyes out one by one. You force yourself to make a little curtsy and want to disappear again. Aemond grabs your arm and drags you like a conquest to his side.

Dorren's dark blue eyes go over your body approvingly before he looks at the king. He bows before Aegon. 'My king. How may I, a humble servant, serve you?' He asks lowly and mockingly.

Aegon seems amused by that and laughs before helping him up. The two of them do a side hug and Aegon demands your servants to bring in the good wine. 'Have you met my wife yet? Lady Willa Targaryen. She grew up within these walls.' Aemond tries to steal back the attention by a desperate attempt at starting an argument or drama.

Dorren gasps dramatically. 'Willa,' He says like he is Tasting your name. 'That can't possibly be the little WyldeWoods bitch they kept hidden in here?' He put down the cup Aegon handed in and takes you properly, even walking a circle around you.

You follow him, anxious he will pull out a dagger or another weapon. When he is done he grins scoffing. 'Well, I know a WyldeWoods bitch when I see one. Good luck with her, my Prince. WyldeWoods women are .. intense.'

Aemond smiles and strokes your cheek gently. 'They sure fuck that way.'

They both laugh and you turn your head away, playing with a ribbon on your dress.'Can I go back to my rooms?' You ask your husband.

Aemond shakes his head. 'No, come. I need someone to keep our wine coming.' He says when Dorren and Aegon sit down in the seating area that was once your father's.

You don't even want to go near Dorren when he is sober let alone drunk. 'There are servants for that.' You grit out.

Aemond's eyebrows raise at your challenge and you feel fear and something unknown take over. Dorren smirks. 'Oh, so entitled too. You are so spoiled.' He says delightedly.

He continues fantasying. 'If you were mine, you'd be whipped by now, little brat.' You gulp.

'I'm Aemonds. Not yours. Thank the old gods and the new for that.' You bit out.

You are grabbed roughly and your husband forces your chin up so he glare at you properly. 'Don't make me bare your ass and spank you here in public, little fox. Fill our cups, your remarks are not needed.' You obey, taking the cups and fill them with wine.

Dorren laughs subtly when you fill his cup as well, obeying your husband loyally and faithfully. Aemond doesn't even thank you. He just grins and snaps his fingers, pointing to his chair. You come over and prepare yourself to sit on his lap.

'Tell me, my king. My Prince. Is the North to your liking?' You already hate his slimy way of talking with Aegon and Aemond.

Aemond crosses his legs so you can't sit down on him and gives a subtle. You stand, next to him like a house servant. You never felt more shame and himulation. Tears threaten to fall but you keep strong. 'It's very beautiful and the scenery is quite complex and diverse-' Aemonds description is roughly interrupted.

'It's a frozen shithole wasteland, there are barely any good women here to fuck and most of them have covers of clothing you need to rip off first.' Aegon finishes.

Dorren ignores that comment. 'The women are...rare. Most of the houses are traditional and centuries old. They are wary of Targaryens. Most of the kingdom forgets...But the North? It remembers.' You stand a long time and soon your legs start to hurt.

You whisper to Aemond. 'May I sit, or be excused? My knees hurt.'

He just grins. 'What's stopping you from sitting on the ground?' The Cold ground. The floor. Like his pet, sitting by his side and being vulnerable to him.

'M-my dignity.' You whisper.

Aemond chuckles and you already know you won't like his answer. 'My sweet; you were fucked brutally by a man you'd only known for a few hours. You were wet and encouraging me to fuck you, every servant heard your cries when I made you come. What dignity are you speaking of? You have none.' He finishes brutally.

You feel tears fall and you bow your head. He takes your hand. 'On your knees, for me.' You obey, sinking to your knees.

He is not pleased and roughly spanks you. You cry out much to Dorrens delight. Aemond sighs before playing with your braided hair. 'No; silly girl. On all fours. Like when I fuck you. Surely you remember that?' He asks. 'Or do you need a quick reminder?' You whimper.

You swallow your pride, and kneel fully. Aemond grins. 'Just how I like them. Broken.'

Dorren is a little too invested in you. He likes to hear your soft whimpers and likes the sight of you crying. You just know he loves you being miserable. 'Does she behave in the bedroom? Or is she a naughty brat there too?' He is a little too interested.

Aemond grins, he doesn't seen to mind these personally questions. 'She is very submissive to me. She knows when she has met her match. She sometimes fights a bit but its nothing I can't handle.'

You are sometimes touched or petted briefly. You feel hollow and empty like a bottle without liquid. You are just his toy.

Most of the conversation goes by without you even noticing it. You are busy keeping your head up; despite it being lowered. You are busy fighting the urge to scream and to cry and to just crawl away in a corner.

At some point, Aegon takes Dorren to see his dragon. You and Aemond remain. You are grabbed by your hand and pulled to him. He places your chin on his knee and pets your hair. 'Were you paying any attention to our negotiations?' You shake your head, at loss for words.

'I-i didn't realise it was requested of me.' You'll be in trouble now. You didn't even remember half of what they talked about. Was it about the armies that he wants to know? Or maybe he'd like to know about how long the alliance will take? It won't matter anyway because you don't have the correct answer and that means that you are getting hurt. Again.

He scoffs softly tracing his fingers over the pattern that your tears left on your cheeks. 'It wasn't. I do have a few favours to ask. Come.' He stands up and you follow his example.

'Yes?' You ask.

He sighs and curses. You tense up and look for help. But the loyal guards are all gone. And the new ones won't ever help you. 'You know close I am to just taking you right here?'

You freeze up. There are still servants. There are still guards. People that used to look up to you. 'And no one would bat an eye at it. I am your husband. I can fuck you wherever I damn well please. If that means in the living room, in front of our guests and servants: so be it.' He says coldly.

He looks at the paintings on the walls. Your entire history is there. 'Your ancestors would understand. I am the conqueror, you are my conquest.'

Aegon and Dorren return, looking close as thieves. Friends forever and all that. You feel worried before they even returned.

Aegon smacks his hands together and grins .' We made a wonderful agreement. He agreed to let us have about half his armies and some of the Boltons.'

Aemonds eyebrows raise and there is approval but also something else. Jealously. 'How did you manage that?'

Aegon leans in and whispers something in his brothers ear. Aemond pales but nods. 'My lady wife is not in the mood for it. There is blood everywhere on her body. She is a bit messy.' You start to catch on.

Your heart drops and shatters. Your legs are ready to run. Your breath is fast and you look around panicking.

Dorren shrugs with a smile. 'I am used to my bitches bleeding when I fuck them.' Them. You. He wants you. You were promised in exchange for troops.

You stutter. 'N-no. I can't. He is my enemy.'

Aegon gives you a warning glare. 'You'll survive this. We want our armies, little girl. You already are a whore what's the problem?' Something snaps and before you have realised what you've done you've hit the king across his stupid face.

'I am not a whore!' You scream. Aemond stalks up very fast behind you and before you can act he has grabbed you and smacks you so hard across your face that it leaves a red mark and causes you to fall to your knees.

You sob. You don't want this. You are scared.

Aemond stands in front of you, kicking you with his feet to get you to look up. 'Never speak that way to my brother again, wife. Go prepare yourself. You reek of Cum and blood. He will want a proper toy.'

--- You are wearing another revealing gown. Aemond and Aegon are not far from you and escort you to the bedroom you were previously sleeping in.

'I will never forgive you this.' You promise Aemond. He doesn't speak. He just ignores you.

Aegon turns you before whispering in your ear. 'Get in there and fuck him good. We want his armies.' He smacks your behind.

You are so scared.

'I am your wife!' You cry out. 'I thought I meant something to you! Is this why I obeyed you blindly?!'

He tenses up. He shrugs. 'I can always get a new one. You don't matter to me. You're just a quick fuck to kill my time with. Get in there, whore.' You are pushed and stumble into the room.

The second you are in, they lock the door leaving you alone with Dorren.

Dorren smiles when he sees your gown. You sink to the floors, clutching your knees and start to cry. 'I haven't even touched you yet. That Targaryen didn't please you, did he?' He sinks to his knees and touches your face gently.

'You know what I think, little Willa?' He adds.

'N-no?' You mutter.

He lifts your chin. 'That he doesn't appreciate what he has. That he doesn't love you the way I would love you. That annoying silver-haired cunt doesn't know shit about your needs as a Northern woman.' Your needs. Some things you'd enjoy but if you could just get Aemond to pleasure you differently it would help. Make it tolerable.

'What are my needs?' You whisper.

'Have you ever been held down?' He suggests. You think back to your first time. 'I ...I was forced to kneel.' You still feel his grip on your legs pushing and pulling you on his body. 'And to...to lick his...'

He sighs. 'You are my enemy. A WyldeWoods.'

He adds before removing his hand. 'But you are also just a girl. You could've been my sister. I wouldn't want this happening to my sister. Or any girl.'

You don't understand. 'Yet you are fine with accepting me as your price. To do the same thing he did.' You remark coldly.

He sits. 'I came to warn you. We are supposed to stay far away from the flames of Valyria as Northern folk. You included.' He says.

'You don't know what your actions can inflict in the future.' You whisper

You don't trust him. You think it's a trap to get your guard down. So you keep aware and keep your distance. Even when the Targaryens are let in.

Aemond and Aegon enter. They see you sit still untouched with your hair pretty and your gown on. You see the veins in Aegons neck nearly snap.

Aegon eyes you a little more collected than Aemond but his temper is far worse. 'You little whore-' You scream and whimper when he grabs you. 'You think yourself too good for this, hm?' He asks, and even picks a dagger from his belt. You whimper as the cold metal touches your skin.

Dorren sighs. 'Let her be! 'She didn't resist. I am not in the mood that's all. You'll get your armies. Don't worry about that.' He promises quickly. 'Let the girl be. She did nothing wrong.' Aegon walks off with Dorren, still discussing the new arrangement.

You feel your hair stand up and cower when you are once again alone with Aemond in the same room you consummated your marriage in. 'You regretted sending me here, didn't you?' You ask.

He doesn't say anything but does come closer. 'You're right. I regretted it the moment I sent you away.' He says and touches your face lovingly. You feel very loved and special at that moment.

Until he grins and laughs at you. You lower your head and understand he was being sarcastic. Your gown is pulled up, exposing your behind.

You are pushed onto the bed. You feel his warm hands touch your behind, and you feel a soft teasing squeeze.

Part of you has already figured out you are about to be touched. 'W-what is happening?' You ask confused.

Aemonds lips curl into a smirk as he touches your naked back, unhooking your dress so it falls down, baring you naked. You feel vulnerable. 'If Dorren won't enjoy you, I will.' Your head is pushed down gently, and he grabs a spare pillow so your head can rest a bit.

He is busy taking off his clothing. You turn around to face him. You watch him take off his coat and his leather vest. Beneath it all is an impressive chest with muscles that still look healthy to you. You realise you are watching him strip and quickly turn your head away. 'Dorren said something.' You start this conversation with sweating hands and little confidence.

'Hm.' Is his response.

He is not very talkative. Sadly, you are. Especially when you are nervous like now. 'He said that I as a northen woman have needs you as a southern man might not understand.' You try to guess his reaction, but his face remains expressionless. He only blinks sometimes and takes off his belt.

'Hm.' He says again before dropping his pants to the floor, kicking them off his feet. You watch. You fear him, but your curiosity is much stronger than whatever fear you feel. He stalks over to you, naked.

You are gently pushed to lay again, your head and body away from his face. You know its now ot never. 'And he also suggested something. I want to try it, if I have your consent and permission.' You blurt out too quickly. He just glares at you before removing his eyepatch. You gawk at the giant scar and politely turn your gaze away from it.

He laughs, scoffing, and forces your chin up. 'You talk a lot. Don't tell me I need to invest in some gags?'

You feel your courage die off again and are pushed onto the bed. His hands enter your body, and you are stimulated again. He won't take you dry. That's something, at least.

You try to picture things that make you happy and feel safe, but all you can think about is his body and how it will slam inside you soon. Your muscles around your pussy tighten and you feel a familiar wetness grow alongside a too familiar hunger.

Aemond doesn't say anything but stops pleasuring you. Your hands are grabbed, and you are forced to please your husband with your hand. You don't mind it but won't look at it. He wants to shove it in you again.

You roll on your back, facing him. He grabs your arm and forces you to kneel again. You break free of his grip and try to get him to understand you. He has no respect for that, however. 'No, bad girl.' He scolds, and eventually, he wins. He is much stronger, and you are forced to comply.

'Wait... I want you to be on top of me.' You admit. His good eye narrows. 'I'd like that very much.' You add with a whisper. 'As if we are regular man and wife.' 'Just us making love.' You finish.

Something changes. He leans in and touches your face gently. You pout your lips ready for his kiss...

Instead, you feel two strong hands wrap around your throat, nearly choking the life out of you. You try to get him off you.

You cry out when he releases you. 'You're funny. You are mine, little fox. I will have you how I want. Will you get into position, or do you need a spanking?' You obey, kneeling when tears stream down your face and sobs rock your body.

He rubs your back, trying to calm you down. He adds softly whispering. 'And I don't make love, I fuck. I sure as hell don't love you. Am I understood?' You feel stupid for thinking this would be different.

You hide another soft sob. 'Yes, my Prince.'

He seems that as your consent and forces you down with your head into the pillow. You feel him climb the bed and hear it cracking. You softly whisper your ritualistic prayer and pray to the old golds and the new gods.

''Are you praying?' He asks, still not inside you. He sounds surprised.

'I am.' You admit. You don't know why. You won't be saved.

He laughs. 'Like your old tree gods can help you now. If you'd like to pray, pray to me. I am your God now.' He shoves himself inside with a grunt, and you are stuffed up.

'Please be gentle.' You beg.

There is a smack on your behind, and you do not like the pain. 'You wouldn't like it gentle. You like it rough and dirty. You are a filthy little whore.' You don't like his harsh words and his insults.

'I would appreciate a softer approach.' You tell him hoping he understands it.

He just laughs. 'You have little to appreciate and even less to want.'

The fucking intensifies when you shut up. Sometimes you moan or whimper in pain out loud. Once you notice you are doing it, you instantly stop.

There is a sharp pain as he goes even deeper roughly scratching you out and impaling you. You groan. 'Argh.'

You force yourself silent for the other trusts. 'Don't be silent, little wife. Keep your grunts and moans coming.' He likes hearing it.

You moan on purpose, but it sounds very fake. 'Don't overdo it.' Is his cold remark. You feel ashamed.

'Yes, my Prince.' You mutter.

You groan and tighten your grip as his body slams against yours roughly claiming you on the spot. You feel your whole body shake on the cracking bed. He uses your hair to control and steer you.

He takes you so hard and brutally that you are worried about permanent damage. With a grunt, he injects himself in you. You relax, knowing the worst has passed. Unlike last time, there is no pleasure for you.

He gets up and walks to the bathroom, leaving you to gather your thoughts.

You roll your hips to your fingers, pretending it's Edric fucking you. But soon your mind wanders and it's Aemond who fucks you in your daydream. Not Edric. You try to force him out but it doesn't work. You imagine him spanking you roughly, pushing you under him and pinning you down when you beg him for more. He is rough and your needs only raise and raise.

You feel like you've hit a limit and softly rub yourself a bit harder.

There is a harsh smack on your exposed legs and you scream opening your eyes. Your husband eyes you.

He leans in close. 'Come here then, little greedy fox.' You obey and are grabbed and shoved on your back again. This time you get it even more painful. Black spots dominate your vision as you try to keep from moaning but it's no use. It is too good. You finish much faster than he did.

You seek comfort in his arms. You snuggle up to him and happy smile. 'What are you doing?' He asks, confused.

You smile but your smile dies when you notice his glare. 'I cuddle with you-' You are interrupted and pushed off.

'I don't want cuddles.' He groans out.

'O,' you say like a silly goose. 'I-I see..' You hope that is the end of it but its not. He lectures you on his boundaries and you feel horrible for breaking them. You just wanted some affection and kindness from him.

He even sits up to do so. 'We are not in a romantic or social relationship. Our marriage is convenient. Nothing more. I don't want cuddles. I want heirs.' He says clearly.

'O-of course. I didn't see it any different.' You lie to yourself and to him. You don't want to admit that you did think a loveable marriage was possible. One filled with love and joy.

He scoffs. 'Lying is your worst skill. You suck at it.'

You don't take effort to respond. 'Will I be allowed to find happiness elsewhere?'

He freezes before tensing up. 'Are you asking me if you can fuck other men?' You know it's not unheard of.

You nod weakly. 'I-i mean...Eventually. I want someone to love me, eventually. After I've known him for a while and he has your approval as well as mine I might share the bed with him.' You explain your plan and it sounds very reasonable in your head.

Until Aemond groans and grabs a handful of your hair, pulling you to him. You cry out confused and scared and are pushed over his legs. You already know what's next and whimper before he has hit you.

'Ow! Ow stop! Stop it!' You cry out as he smacks your ass. You break down in tears. 'I'm sorry!'

He grins feeling your breasts pinching your nipples. 'Such a little slut. You are lucky I fucked you two times tonight. But maybe my wife needs one final fucking to make sure she understands it fully.' You shake your head but it's already too late. He sinks in deeply.

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𝗟𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗜𝗻 𝗦𝗲𝗮𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗸

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Welcome back to Seabrook, where belonging is everything.

We're a strong, united and tight-knit community. And that's a good thing 'cause it wasn't always this way. There was a time when we had to protect ourselves. Legend has it that when the first settlers came to Seabrook, they found wild beasts with sharp claws lurking in the forest.

Which sparked an epic battle. Seabrook settlers bravely fought off the monstrous attack. And discovered a powerful energy source. Realizing they discovered a precious resource, they safeguarded it from the beasts.

They weren't going to let anyone steal their treasure. So they hid it. And the town prospered and grew rich by harnessing the precious energy source. Seabrook benefited greatly as it grew strong, happy, and unified.

The beasts were a distant memory.

Seabrook forgot monsters could be real.

Until clearly, they were. A little lime soda mixed with a dash of industrial strength Seabrook energy... And boom! Zombies were created. In a lot of ways, Seabrook's moved on since then. But it's hard to bury your past...

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"Moon! Moon! Are you ready for school?!" I heard my dad ask from downstairs. My hazel eyes shot open, and I quickly jumped from the bed.

"Uhhh, yeah, I'm coming!" I yelled back.

"Shit, shit, shit," I muttered, looking around the room, and quickly settled for a black tank top and some light blue jeans. I ran into my bathroom and quickly put my white hair into a man bun before grabbing my bag.

I turned to walk out of my room, but I felt myself weaken, and I started coughing profusely. I managed to contain myself after a little bit and looked down at my moonstone necklace.

It's losing its charge.

"I gotta find them," I mumbled sadly, thinking about my pack and if they were okay.

"And mostly, I need to find her." I continued looking down at my friend's bracelet, which was gray. Over the years, I desperately tried to find my pack as well as my mate.

I howl on a full moon every night, just praying that they can hear me, but to no avail. Luckily, Zed and Zoey were there to comfort me during the hard times, and I feel so lucky to have them, even if they aren't my real family.

I've been thinking about Willa every day, wondering what she looked like when she was all grown up and if she was even more beautiful than before.

"Moon! Let's go!" Zed yelled, and I quickly snapped out of my trance and went down the stairs.

"Sorry, I took so long. Hey there, little rascal," I said, giving Zoey a big kiss on her forehead and making her giggle.

"Hey dad," I said, giving him a hug before taking some toast and going out the door with Zed.

"Have a good day at school, kids!" He called out as we left the front door, just in time to see Eliza.

"Hey Liz!" I said, giving her a hug, which she returned with a smile.

"Hey, hey! Ho, ho! This demolition has got to go!" Eliza chanted out loud.

"They can't tear it down, Zed. Seabrook Power hasn't worked for years. It's an important part of zombie heritage," Eliza protested, and I nodded.

"Yeah, I agree, and I also feel a strange connection to it; I just can't pinpoint what." I said.

"This is progress, Eliza. And now we can even go to Prawn." Zed has been boasting about Prawn for weeks since monsters were never allowed to go, and he's been obsessed with taking Addison with him.

"I'm loud and proud to be a zombie!" Zed yelled, and I clenched my ears, shooting him a glare.

"Sometimes too loud," I growled, elbowing him in the ribs, making him groan with a pout.

"Soon, Z-band tech will get so good that zombies will blend right in. I dream of the day we ditch our Z-bands and let our inner monsters roar," he said after he recovered.

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(Addison)

We're back here on the scene And everyone's together With zombies on the team It's better than ever, better than ever

(Bucky)

Those moves won't get the gold Green hair is so whatever Well, you'll never break the mould 'Cause we're better than ever, better than ever

(Zed)

Tearing down the power plant You're welcome Seabrook, I'm your man To build a place where everyone can cheer I'm making zombiekind cool, not feared

(Eliza)

Making progress, that sounds great

(Moon)

But what's the price we have to pay?

(Zed, Moon, Eliza)

Ready for a new day, ready for a change People, zombies, everybody say

(Everyone)

Hey! We got this! Teaming up to make progress Change the rules, you can't stop this Together we rise, you know we got this Hey! We got this! Teaming up to make progress Change the rules, you can't stop this Together we rise, you know we got this

(Addison)

I wish that I could call I hope you get my letters Hope I get asked to Prawn It'd be better than ever, better than ever

(Stacey)

Oh, Addison my love Gargargaza are forever

(Aceys)

We pull the strings We run the show 'Cause we're better than ever, better than ever

(Zed)

We're finally allowed to go to Prawn Gonna get our ziga ziga zombie on Counting down the days, I've been keeping track Kinda wishing Addison would write me back Imagine me taking her to the dance

(Zoey)

A human and a zombie hand in hand

(Zed,Zoey)

Ready for a new day, ready for a change People, zombies, everybody say

(Everyone)

(Zed)

Here in this hall Up on these walls Picturing Addison beside me Then they will say We're all the same And they can see the life inside me Oh, what's it gonna take? What's it gonna take? What's it gonna take? What's it gonna take? What's it gonna take?

(Everyone)

We got this! We got this! Ready for a new day Ready for a change People, zombies, everybody say

Hey! We got this Teaming up to make progress Change the rules, you can't stop this Together we rise, you know we got this Hey! We got this (come on!) Teaming up to make progress (picturing Addison beside me) Change the rules, you can't stop this Together we rise, you know we got this

Hey! We got this Teaming up to make progress (picturing Addison beside me) Change the rules, you can't stop this Together we rise, you know we got this

Hey! We got this Teaming up to make progress (picturing Addison) Change the rules, you can't stop this Together we rise, you know we got this

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"Bye, Zed," we waved to him as he waved back and disappeared from our sight.

"So how's the search been going?" Eliza asked me.

"Not good God, I miss them so much, Liz," I sighed, and she gave me a side hug.

"Don't worry, Mo, you'll find them soon. I can feel it in my undead heart," she said, and I chuckled as we walked off.

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