#a jared character i don't think would bottom? more likely than you'd think

[aliusfrater]

they shoullddd have been fucking

[braveclementine]

Carlisle Vs. Lord

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Twilight characters or locations. I do own Davina Mikelson and Marcel. I also own the backstory for my OC. I do not condone any copying of this.

Davina P.O.V.

I was in Emily's kitchen when Jacob's motorcycle pulled up, carrying Bella on the back of it. I was slightly surprised as Edward never let Bella come down here, despite the fact that I was here all of the time.

The boys- realizing Bella was here- got up from the table, going out the doors to greet her and I followed slightly behind. Leah glared after them.

"Hey look who's back!" Embry called.

"What's up Bella?" Quil asked.

"Quil? You, too?" Bella asked in surprise.

"Yep." Quil said. "Finally made the pack."

He was built slightly different than the others who all had short, straight, cropped hair. His was just slightly longer, and curly.

"I'm glad you're here Bella." Embry said sincerely. "Maybe we can get a break from Jake's obsessive inner monologue."

"I wish Bella would call." Paul teased.

"I wish Bella wouldn't call." Jared said, eating a chicken leg.

"Maybe I should call Bella." Embry teased.

"Maybe I should call Bella and hang up." Quil added.

They all cackled like. . . well. . . wolves.

I snickered.

"All right, you can shut up now." Jacob said.

That's when Leah stepped out of the house, standing on the other side of Quil, giving Bella an unfriendly look. I shot her a warning one which she completely ignored.

Bella, upon seeing her, spoke to her first with sympathy, "Hey. I'm really sorry about your father."

I licked my lips uncertainly, moving past the boys and then past Jacob and Bella.

"If you're here to torture Jacob some more, feel free to leave." Leah said in a harsh voice.

I looked off to the side, tucking my bottom lip under, trying not to breathe in to deeply because that made my rib hurt.

Leah stormed past Jacob and Bella too.

I sighed, moving to follow her.

I heard Emily's voice behind me as I moved closer to Leah, "Lea-"

"Don't care, don't want to hear it." Leah said.

"I was just going to say you can leave if you don't want to stay." I murmured.

Leah stood there for a moment. "Why you?"

"What?" I questioned.

Leah gritted her jaw upon hearing Sam's voice. Both Leah and I looked over our shoulders and saw Sam was looking directly at Leah.

Leah huffed, turning back around and turned into a wolf.

"Leah." I whispered and then she was gone, bounding away.

I thought about letting her go, but I knew if this was Jared or Embry or Seth, I would go after my son. So I started to run after her. I couldn't keep up, of course, but I could follow her prints deep into the forest until I found her, sitting naked on one of the logs.

She looked up, "Didn't think you'd follow me."

"I always come after my kids." I whispered, shrugging off my oversized jacket, holding it out to her. "Whether or not they want me to. Especially when they're upset."

"Is that why you haven't changed?" Leah murmured, taking the jacket from me.

I looked patiently at her, sitting next to her, but leaving her some room too.

Leah sighed, shrugging on the jacket. "It's just. . . what's wrong with me?"

I was surprised, "What do you mean? There's nothing wrong with you."

Leah snorted, "I'm the only girl out of a group of boys who changes into wolves. You have the gene, and you even have one of the more powerful genes and you haven't turned! Which means there is something wrong with me! Is it because. . . because you're more feminine than me?"

I snorted, "Leah, I grew up a military brat with men around me constantly. I doubt I'm more feminine than you."

"But they look to you as a mom. You are their mom. They don't even look to Emily like that."

"Well, mostly because they see Sam as a brother which makes Emily a sister. You're their sister too, you know." I said, nudging her shoulder slightly.

"Do you think I can even imprint? Or is my gene a dead one?"

I shook my head. "Does it matter?"

"Yes. I want to have kids. I don't want to be a genetic dead end." Leah whispered.

Oh.

"I know what you mean." I whispered.

"Do you?" Leah asked, raising a skeptical eyebrow.

I was silent for a moment. "In a way, though not to the full extent. It's just that. . . my mate is a vampire. Which means whether I stay human or not, I will never be able to have children with him. I suppose I could surrogate or something, but I don't know. There's always adopting I suppose but neither option feels the same. I feel like it should be mine and Carlisle's child. . . and we can't. It's just not possible. And I can't love someone else Leah. It's like. . . werewolves have their imprinting and vampires have their soulmates. When Carlisle left, trying to protect me, I fell ill. I couldn't. . . I guess what I'm trying to say is I can understand your pain."

"You want to have kids?" Leah asked quietly.

I laughed a little, "Don't get me wrong. I love you and I love my wolf boys and my vampire boys and daughters. But having a child of my own. . . having a child of my flesh and blood. . .that would be nice. And I always wanted a large family, the way that I feel with you guys or with the Cullens. . . large families are nice. Four kids, maybe even six. . . but it won't happen. Not without adopting and. . . well I don't want my kids to have to be subjugated to the vampire life if they don't want to be. And if they grow up vampires, the Volturi will find out and they'll be forced to. Like Bella and I. But even so. . . when the bombs went off, there was a lot of damage to my body. I was told I couldn't get pregnant anyways. And, well, if I do get pregnant, it'll apparently be very difficult and my body might not make it."

"Bella wants to be." Leah scoffed.

I nodded, "I do too. . . but not until I turned thirty. I wanted to be close to Carlisle's age."

"When will they make you?"

"Till I'm twenty-five of a few years after that."

Leah inhaled, "That's very. . . you're what? Twenty-one now?"

I nodded. "Yes. I turn twenty-two come this April 7th which is next week."

"You don't have long left." Leah pointed out sadly.

"Yeah, I know." I murmured.

"What do you think you'll miss most?" Leah asked.

"The Rez. You guys." I answered immediately. "I won't be able to see you guys for a long, long time. And even then. . . it'll be as acquaintances. I would never hurt any of you if the treaty was broken, if we had to fight. But it'll be your duty to kill me. And I would let you guys."

I stared deeply into her eyes with sincerity. "Though, I would try and get you guys to spare Carlisle and my other children. And my sister. But we'll leave. I think we're going to Alaska. Hunt Polar bears and penguins."

Leah snorted, "Penguins."

I chuckled, "Maybe I'll just stick with the polar bears."

"We'll miss you." Leah whispered and I was surprised to hear her say that and I looked at her with a small smile. Leah stared back at me and added, "Mom."

I full out grinned and then stood up, "I have to get home. I have a huge anatomy test I'm supposed to take and it's due tonight." I laughed lightly. "But I'll come back tomorrow and we can hang out."

Leah nodded, "Yeah, that sounds nice."

I smiled and then waved good-bye. Upon getting home, I did the anatomy test and then crawled into bed, collapsing with exhaustion.

Carlisle P.O.V.

Our family met in the living room of the house. Emmett and Jasper had just come in. "Who is it? Someone we know?" I asked quickly.

Edward had brought Bella to our house, alerting us that someone had broken into her house. It was a vampire, according to the scent. Rosalie and Esme sat to the side near the fireplace we never lit. I was standing in front of the couch. Edward stood across from me, Alice and Bella sitting next to each other on the couch. I certainly wished Davina was here so I could hold her.

"This stranger, I didn't recognize his scent." Edward said.

"A nomad passing through?" Esme asked curiously.

"A passerby wouldn't have left Bella's dad alive." Rosalie pointed out and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Bella shudder delicately.

"The scent disappeared about 5 miles south of Bella's house." Jasper said as he walked into the room.

"Someone's orchestrating this." I said with a sigh, my hands deep in my pockets.

"Victoria?" Bella asked.

Alice shook her head and said, "I would have seen her decide."

"Has to be the Volturi." Edward said.

"I don't think it's the Volturi either." Alice argued. "I've been watching Aro's decisions too."

"So we keep looking." I said. "We'll also take shifts guarding Bella's house."

"Another protection detail?" Rosalie asked in disgust.

"You'd do it for Mama's house." Jasper pointed out.

Edward stiffened, "Where is Mom?"

"Oh she was at La Push today." Bella said. "She was hanging out with Leah when I left with Jake to go back to his house."

I pulled out my phone, dialing Sam which I was only supposed to be dialing for emergencies.

"Dr. Cullen?" Sam asked in icy politeness.

"Is Davina there?" I asked.

Sam paused for a moment and then said, "No. She left hours ago. Said she had an anatomy test she need-"

I hung up on him, dashing from the house, full out sprinting towards Davina's house. As I got closer, I could smell the vampires' scent and I sped up. I leapt up towards the window to her bedroom, slipping through, and landing in the small, circular room.

The vampires' scent was heavy in here, and definitely male. It made Lord rage in a fit of anger. I sped to Davina's side, yanking the covers back. There were no bite marks, her heart rate was normal, her breathing was normal, everything was normal. Except for the overwhelming scent around her that wasn't mine.

As the cold air hit her skin, she muttered, rolling over, sending a fresh wave of the scent towards me. I couldn't smell her, I couldn't smell the werewolves, I couldn't even smell me and it made me angry to say the least.

Davina blinked open her eyes, jumping back slightly at my close appearance, and then tilted her head, "Lord?"

Davina P.O.V.

I stared up into the pitch black eyes of Lord. I sat up slowly, trying to figure out if I'm awake or sleeping. I wasn't entirely sure. "Lord? Are you. . . alright?"

"No." Lord growled, reaching out and taking my face in his cold hands. He was seething angry and I racked my brain, trying to figure out what I had done.

"Umm, I'm sorry? I don't-"

Lord pressed his lips hard against mine, wrapping his arms around me tightly. "You're mine."

The words, in that tone, with these heightened emotions, made my blood light on fire.

"Oh!" I gasped softly as he pushed me back harshly- yet carefully- into my bed. I suddenly wished, as he climbed over me, that the bed was larger.

He pressed his lips to my jaw, kissing and sucking at my skin, sure to leave bruises. I clenched his hair tightly in my hands, keeping him close. He moved his mouth down my neck, sucking, biting, and licking and when he found my sweet spot I moaned out loud and then flushed in embarrassment. We hadn't even gotten to the good part yet and I was already moaning.

I felt Lord's mouth curve into a smirk against the warmth of my neck. He then continued to lick, bite, and abuse the particular spot, making me a moaning, writhing mess on the bed. Also an embarrassed one. My sexual romantic occurrences were very limited to kisses- that was it. I had no idea you could feel this aroused just by someone biting and sucking your neck.

"L-Lord th-"

Lord brought his mouth back up to mine, cutting off my words before pulling away, his fingers trailing down my body to the hem of my shirt, "May I?"

I looked up at him, dazed, "Um- C-Carlisle wanted to w-wait."

Lord rolled his eyes, "Carlisle always wants to wait. I don't. Do you?"

I hesitated, thinking about what Carlisle wanted, what I wanted, and what Lord wanted.

"Maybe a little further." I admitted, pulling Lord back down for a kiss.

Lord lifted the shirt over my head, eyeing the bra like it was his enemy. And then, the bedroom door slammed open.

Lord jumped from the bed, looking like he was flying through the air while I sat up quickly, blood rushing to my head, wrapping the comforter around me.

"S-Sam?" I choked out in surprise, "What are you doing here?"

"There's an intruder vampire scent all around your house Davina." Sam gasped, "It's heavily condensed in this room, although. . ." He looked at Lord whose eyes were flickering quickly between black and gold. He was fighting without himself. ". . . Carlisle's scent has become a little more prominent. You don't smell like yourself anymore though."

"Wait! The intruder vampire touched me!" I freaked, looking between Carlisle and Sam. Carlisle groaned, having completely recovered from Lord's take over.

"Yes." He groaned, rubbing his temples. I wondered if Vampires could get headaches. "That's why Lord-"

"Whose Lord?" Sam asked.

"Carlisle's alter ego." I said, reaching over the side of the bed to grab my T-shirt, putting it back on and getting out of bed, stretching. "When he gets possessive or jealous or protective Lord usually comes out."

Sam raised an eyebrow, looking around the room. "I see."

"Where did this intruder vampire come from?" I questioned, hugging my arms around my body tightly.

Carlisle shook his head, leaning against the windowsill, trying to give Sam room. "We aren't sure. Edward thinks maybe the Volturi sent someone to see if you and Bella were still human. Emmett thinks Victoria sent someone. Alice says its' neither because she didn't see Aro or Victoria in any of her visions."

I sighed, rubbing my own temples before a headache could form. "Wonderful. Alright then. I'm going to lean more towards Victoria. I blatantly told Aro I wasn't turning until I was twenty-five and unless they think four years has passed since the last time I saw them- then they know I'm not one yet."

"Yet." Sam scoffed angrily.

I sighed. "Although, if it was Victoria, I don't know why they didn't just take me to wherever she is. It's not like there was anyone in the house to stop them and I was fast asleep."

"I don't know and I don't like it." Carlisle muttered, "Whoever this was marked their scent all over you which means they could come back for you."

"You could move in to Harry's house again." Sam said. "Sue, Leah, and Seth all know about the vampires now so it would be much easier to tell them the truth about it this time."

"Or you could just move in with us." Carlisle said, shooting daggers at Sam, his eyes flickering from gold to black and then back to gold again.

I sighed, running a hand through my messy curls. "I- I'll think about it."

My phone rang and I saw that it was Marcel. "I need to take this in private. Both of you- scat."

They both grumbled. Carlisle exited out the window, Sam went out through the front door. I waited a moment or two before I picked up the phone. "Marcel- did you get what I needed?"

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so this is something I've been mulling over for a while now - do you reckon it'd be possible to make a version of a/b/o that isn't fundamentally transphobic, or would it reach the point of "this is so different that you might as well not call it a/b/o" before that? off the top of my head you'd have to take out all elements of g!p, mpreg, and biological essentialism, and it'd probably be possible to write a version of a/b/o with that framework, but I don't know if I'm missing anything.

a/b/o is a reactionary trope that relies on cissexism-derived biological essentialism to function. Like, that’s the engine that powers the bdsm/power dynamics, cisheteronormative breeding/family building, “dub/non-con”, etc. elements that draw people to it, and led people to create it in the first place. 

Like, my best attempt at describing a non-transphobic, non-shitty typical a/b/o adjacent fic would include:

Werewolves (let’s face it, werewolves can be really cool if written well, and there’s a lot of really good ways to write them, a lot of ways to subvert tired subtropes within the trope)

Found Family-focused family/pack building (because wolves often adopt wolves from other packs into their own, blood lineage isn’t really a thing; much like vampires being created, newly turned werewolves of any age can be considered their sire’s child; if it needs to have a pregnancy arc between two men or two women, there’s IVF/IUI, or magically/spiritually-induced pregnancies, and of course writing a fully fledged complex trans character with their own non-pregnancy arc and virtues/flaws/goals/etc. and getting relevant trans beta writers who aren't your friends to keep it on track if you’re a cis writer)

A flexible, non-binary gendered society (rather than the rigidly structured biology-is-destiny a/b/o society) that’s trans inclusive either explicitly, or implicitly if it’s a new social universe with different rules. 

If mating seasons have to exist, they’re cultural more than biological, and no biological processes that could impede or trouble a person’s ability to properly consent. 

No inherent, glorified or reified power dynamics, certainly none rooted in or fostered through biology. 

That doesn’t seem very much at all like a/b/o to me. It’s a werewolf AU, which is the reason why a/b/o was created in the first place. It wasn’t enough. It needed something more than just a supernatural bent

I’ll continue on below for a bit on some simplified functions of a/b/o, but it’s mostly just some ramblings.

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Like, to quote the originators of the genre/trope:

I'd like to see Alpha male Jared, and Bitch male Jensen. Jensen is a snotty prude (think Lady from lady and the tramp) he may be a bitch male but he's not just going to let anybody take a go at his sweet little ass...until he meets Jared...then prudey little Jensen turns cock slut for Jared. Bonus points for J2 being OTP, Jensen was a virgin before Jared, and now that they met each other, it's for life.

...

There are three types of men, alpha males, beta males, and omega males. Alpha males are like any ordinary guy with the exception of their cocks, they work just like canines (the knot, tons of cum, strong breeders, etc) The beta male, is an ordinary guy without the special cock. Omega males are capable of child bearing and often called bitch males.

Like, I want you to look at that real close and see what’s going on in there.

This was created to be a trope where there’s a world where women, as we explicitly know them, don’t exist, but where a subgroup of men take up the functional role of the woman in the heteronormative social structure of the world. It’s also not surprising that (assumedly cis) women created and initiated the spread of this trope.

Look at the language used. This is heavily, explicitly gendered for a reason. If you’ve read much of anything about how the male gaze impacts female sexuality, you’ll know a common response is for women to position themselves out of the proverbial frame entirely, so that no part of them can explicitly exist as an object, where they can take on the role of a subject. There’s no women whose experiences will directly link to her own and her own perceptions, comfort/discomfort/etc.

However, many of these women also have been heavily affected by the male gaze and heteronormativity, and that combined with not knowing what a real gay male relationship is like, what it looks like, what experiences might be unique to it...they fill in the blanks with their own conditioning. 

And maybe seeing a lot of that toxic masculinity in media content was unsettling because of how women get treated in that content, and how they in turn might feel in those shoes. But if a MAN, even if it’s a heavily female-coded man, were to undergo that...well, it’d be easier to appreciate those tropes and dynamics they’ve been force-fed to believe were arousing, hot, desirable. Especially if they can have two hot men in it. They can enjoy that self-created taboo, bypass their own discomfort and insecurity, and project it onto a type of person different enough to suspend their disbelief and maintain that difference, even if they’re pumping that guy full of all the typical misogynistic tropes and experiences they’re not comfortable having directed towards them and other women.

In short, it’s a way to get off on heteronormative norms/tropes, using another as a vehicle in order to keep up their cognitive dissonance.

Of course, this eventually spilled out into the Het fandom (makes perfect sense, since many of the a/b/o originators and proponents were het women), and then worked its way into Femslash fandom by piggybacking on g!p in order to meet the necessary criteria for PiV sex. 

Just, in this case, you necessarily shift some of the puzzle pieces around. Trans women take the place of the “alpha”, acting as an acceptable vehicle for a toxic masculine cis man, since lesbians aren’t into men. Even if the trans woman is generally written, in nearly every way aside from part of her body, as a toxic cis man. The original a/b/o’s “Bitch Male”/Omega Male is swapped out for the  Omega Female, usually a spunkier, more in your face version outside of romantic/sexual contexts in the media content, but let’s be real here, she’s still by and large submissive when it comes down to it. 

In a world where more wlw grew up feeling predatory for their attraction to other women, for feeling sinful, for being rejected from female intimacy het women enjoyed with each other after coming out, etc., it’s pretty common for a lot of lesbians to lack initiative, not be able to read or communicate romantic/sexual cues between each other...to essentially be “useless lesbians’ as the joke goes,and to feel isolated and undesirable. 

So writing a F/F fic where some hot woman modeled in the image of some hot cis woman pursues you? Takes the initiative sexually/romantically? Doesn’t beat around the bush, but is blatant? Who can’t control her lust around you? Who can give you the perfect nuclear family you’ve been conditioned to want in order to feel value in our heteronormative world, but were told you weren’t worthy of or could never feasibly attain? Who gives you a sexual encounter you have some education in and some emotional stake in due to common conditioning of PiV sex > all else? Who can give you plausible deniability for a number of contexts due to a lack of ability to explicitly consent? etc. etc.

Like, yeah, that’s going to feel comfortable for a lot out there. That’s going to seem pretty hot/arousing. It’s a way to get off on the norms and expectations thrown on women in society, but in a way that lets them distance themselves ever so slightly from men by shifting it from text to subtext, explicit to implicit.

Don’t just take my word for it, though. Here’s a few snippets from one of the most popular g!p/omegaverse femslash writers (if not the most popular) that help illustrate how/why this trope has found an audience

Why Do I Write G!P?The elephant in the room. It arouses me, but it’s also a form of self-comfort. I grew up in a very fundamentalist home. Women being with women was at first unspoken, and then derided, both by my church and at home. I felt insanely guilty for my attractions, so I developed ‘cheat codes’ to deal with it.

It was okay if the woman I had sex with in my dreams had a penis, for example. It was okay if she forced me to have sex with her. It was okay if we basically simulated heterosexual sex.

Because of my childhood (which included conversion therapy), I found myself falling into heterosexual roleplay patterns, at least sexually. It was a lingering thing from my childhood.

It’s still there, and I know I’ll never be rid of it.

...

I associate penetration with power. You know, being steeped in sexism from an early age turned some problematic thoughts into kinky lemonade. And since I’m a femme sub, taking power away from the top by ‘penetrating’ them can ruin the mood for me. I mean, I can write power bottom scenes with the best of them, and I enjoy them, but… *shrug* if I’m going to write omegaverse or g!p, someone’s getting fucked, and it’s not the top.

There are rules to a/b/o. There are specific reasons it’s sought out, read, and created, and that’s why it’s hard to imagine a version of it without those harmful elements, because the trope requires them for the audience to be satisfied.

It’s why all gay male a/b/o fits a pretty specific pattern. it’s why femslash a/b/o fits a very specific pattern. There’s nearly no deviation as a rule, because there are so many parts that have to be in play and functioning in a specific way in order to get the desired result. 

I could go on for hours about this, and the above is all a pretty damn simplified take of what’s going on in a/b/o for it to exist in the way it does and meet the needs of the audience, and I’ve already written a lot about this in the past, so I’ll try to cut it short here.