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igotathingforvampires · 3 years ago

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Aro Volturi N.S.F.W Alphabet

CANON DIVERGENT.

Info on Reader: Reader is an Elemental Gift user like Benjamin

CW/TW: a SLIGHT MENTION of assault but NO DETAIL AT ALL (as a SA survivor I do not use this lightly but I do like representation and not having the survivor be that cliche broken doll we end abusers here thank you)

How you two met:

You…..oh you. You’re standing with the Cullens wondering how the FUCK you got here.

Why am I here? What’s with this tiny little kid who can touch me and tell me things. Awe but she’s cute.

You’re just a bored Vampire who knows Carlisle and is Esme’s BFF.

You’re a nomad, and a badass one, see your gift is the Elements like Benjamin, it’s why Amun has his eye on you and is freaked out.

You and Benji are buddies now. Benjamin specializes in Earth and Water. You specialize in Fire and Air.

So now, here you are watching a bunch of cloaked baddies stomping towards you. But Carlisle and you have spoken frequently, the Volturi aren’t bad.

However, they are cautious.

And caution bred by fear is something you know to be wary of.

So you keep yourself a bit behind Carly. Waiting and watching.

The leader— that must be Aro you think, flings his hood back and suddenly you feel your entire chest clench up and a yank within yourself towards him. “Oh what the fuck.” You growl. Glancing UP at the Old Gods you couldn’t help but snap at them “ARE YOU ALL KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW?! HIM?!”

The platinum haired man barked angrily, “who dares?!”

Aro is too busy glancing at his brother Marcus who’s smiling. He nods at Aro and huffs a bit of a sigh.

The raven haired man turns ever so slowly, casting his red gaze over the crowd and it falls to Carlisle. “Carly.”

“Aro?”

“Who is that behind you.” Aro can feel his chest hurt like a chain is being pulled.

Carlisle looks confused and glances behind him where you are shaking your head face palming—looking embarrassed.

Edward and Bella are utterly confused, before Edward listens to Aro’s and your thoughts and gets a look of disgust, “REALLY.” He barks.

You feel the rage of a thousand suns consume you. “I CAN’T PICK IT YA KNOW AND HEY WHADDAYA MEAN REALLY —ASSHOLE DON’T TALK ABOUT MY MATE LIKE THAT!”

The entire field is utterly still as you’re heaving, standing on your tip toes in front of the bronze haired vampire pointing at Edwards cringing face, “but it’s—“ he starts, you let out a growl and sparks fly off you.

Edward shuts up.

“I will light your ass on fire.” You whisper hiss.

The Volturi are just tilting their heads like WTF.

Marcus is trying not to laugh, Caius has just become stunned glancing between his brother and the woman across the battlefield.

Aro is getting GIDDY.

“And who is the girl.” He asks.

You turn, your hips swinging with attitude and your arms crossing as you scoff. “Psh, get a load of this Mother fucker,” you whisper to yourself glaring across the expanse of space. “HEY. I have a name.”

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His First Impression:

Of course my mate swears like a sailor.

Is Aro’s first thought.

His next thought is that you’re awful adorable. Awe so lithe and cute and— Much too … hm, much too adorable to be mine I would think how In the —a violent wind kicks up and flames burst out from your body enveloping your form as you take a few steps forward.

Ah there it is.

“You wanna ask me my name— darling.” You smile wide at him.

“Of course,” his purr is laced with annoyance, but he’s far too intrigued. “Who might you be?”

“I’m y/n. No last name, my parents were assholes.” You shrug. “So, we doing this trial or we figuring the whole—“ you wave your hand between the gaping maw of land between you two, “bond thing.”

Aro pauses, a twitch on his lips, “after the proceedings cara mia.”

“Ooo… love me a man that speaks Italian—” You smirk, raising a brow and cock your head to the side.

Aro makes a stifled choked off growl as his eyes go black— thank God he lost the ability to blush as arousal slammed into him like a freight train.

You’re obviously annoyed, and have as Caius mutters ‘more balls than a Christmas tree’ and you are ready for this trial to be over.

Frankly so is Aro he wants to drag you back to Volterra and bring you to heel.

Not that he thinks that’s going to happen.

But he loves playing with fire. And you’re full of it.

He watches you glance at the Cullens and the half-breed. “Alright Nessie come on let’s show him what you can do kiddo.” You scoop the girl up and you and the Cullens walk over with Jake behind you.

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When does he know of his feelings?

When within reaching distance you set Renessme down and pat her head, “okay tiny Loch Ness, say hello.”

Bella is panicking, but she trusts you it seems, she better, you have no qualms frying— sans mate— every vampire here. They do their little song and dance. Aro tries to talk about the danger and you feel your temper boil over.

“Darling.” You croon taking a step forward with a sharp but soft smile.

You remind him of a lioness, purring softly but ready to tear into him with one movement.

He raises a brow; you are in 6 inch heels putting you nose to nose with him. “Yes carissima?” He breathes deep and nearly groans out loud, you smell so good, like spring and a heady feminine scent like perfume edged in lilacs and lavender.

“Could you pretty pretty pretty please just keep an eye on little Nessie— I hate to tell you but she’s quite important to me and I can assure you she fits in with humans better than the Cullens do.”

“And if I don’t.”

You let flames dance in your gaze. “I’ll roast everyone here except your brothers and their mates and make you start the fuck over without me.”

Aro’s done.

Cupid has struck him in his dead heart.

He’s never been more terrified or aroused or enraged at once at your dulcet threat purred from such sweet lips.

He wants to grip you by your hair to him, pick you up and haul you to somewhere private and teach you a lesson.

He wants to fight you. And it’s quite clear you’re ready to rumble, though he’s not sure you’d let him win. Or that it wouldn’t end up tangling in a bed somewhere on fire. That’s fine too.

A manic grin spreads across his face, eyes going pitch black as he snatches you up by the waist and hauls you closer loving the startled look in your eyes settling into something dark and wanting. “And if I agree?”

The brothers roll their eyes.

Go figure you’d be as bat shit as he is.

“I’ll leave with you right now.” You give him THAT look matching his almost mad grin.

A low purr echos from him making Bella clap her hands over Nessie’s ears. “Una ragazza così meravigliosa, credo che mi piaccia come funziona la tua mente.” Such a wonderful girl, I think I like how your mind works.

But your plans to drag your mate off end as Alice shows up with her witness right when he’s about to whisk you off for some obvious adult time.

Both of you sigh put out and exasperated.

Yes you just about ended an entire potential threat with batting pretty eyes and coaxing the leader of the Volturi into some fun.

But now that’s ruined because of the psychic. Alice is looking rather embarrassed as the proceedings go. Given that she probably saw how everything was about to go down.

Aro can sense you’re as annoyed as he is, that and you’re not leaving his side. And you don’t mind touching him but you’re not because oh yeah he needs to focus. But oh he can see your hand twitching towards his own.

He can easily turn his gift off and so he does and grips your hand, quickly jerking you to his side.

Electricity lights along your skin at the contact and both of you jolt a moment and glance sideways looking amused.

This was going to be fun.

——

How’d you end up with the Volturi?

Alice and her witnesses ease their concerns about Nessie. Aro placates the Volturi as you linger back behind him a bit. Everyone just poof! Vanishes.

“So ah, can we get my stuff first before you whisk me off around the world?” You ask sweetly.

Aro’s a bit startled, “you wish to leave already?”

You realize he would be willing to stay for a bit and let you acclimate.

“Nah where you go I fucking go, come on baby. Let’s get the fuck outta dodge.” You give him a teasing shove as you walk by making Carlisle’s coven silently shake in mirth at his surprised expression.

Carlisle murmurs, “Good luck Aro.”

“Fuck off Carly.” The King growls back before following you.

That’s all they wrote.

You were in. And you made yourself at home quite easily.

Jane and Alec adore you— you saw them and just SQUEEd. “OMG they’re so DEADLY but so CUTE!”

Jane wasn’t quite sure what to do with you picking her UP and hugging her nuzzling your nose to her cheek, “she’s just a tiny tot of doom I adore it! We’re going to burn the SHIT outta people.”

Alec just sat starry eyed as you ruffled his hair, “I know boys don’t like being picked up.”

Jane had become a koala on you. And you didn’t mind.

Well. You’re Mama now. Aro couldn’t be more pleased as you continue to help develop their skills trying things outside of the box.

See, that’s also a sort of talent you have— you can help people learn how to use their gifts because of how you think. Not a gift per say, but certainly useful.

Jane it turns out can utilize the fire element.

Alec can utilize air.

With you knowing both you’re easily able to teach Alec how to hone his targets and even allow his gift to POP UP near someone rather than from his hands.

Jane is capable of setting shit on fire now.

Aro isn’t sure if he’s proud or worried.

Bit of both. But you are STERN with their use of powers. And when Jane set Felix’s foot on fire she was forced to shine everyone’s shoes in the Volturi in the afternoon and write 200,000 times at HUMAN PACE. “We do not light family on fire.”

She never did it again.

The inner coven loves you. Caius and you are besties Marcus is like a big brother always doting on you. Athenadora and Sulpricia are of course still together as companions, and don’t worry about his ex wife— they were on the rocks she’s ecstatic someone else can keep him in line.

The coven instantly takes to you, in fact you’re now basically Mother to everyone. Scolding, teaching, comforting, you do it all. But you’re also a leader and a ruthless one at that.

A perfect fit Aro thinks.

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How’d he deal with his emotions?

You are driving Aro FUCKING CRAZY.

Literally mad.

You know how to push his buttons and you are not one to do as told. So for him, he who has anyone bending to his will to see you just cock a brow at him and laugh “awe.”

He wants to choke you half to death.

You are a Queen. He tells himself. It’s to be expected that you’d challenge him.

Sulpricia finds it HILARIOUS and you two are besties. Fuck that’s all he needs. She is ever so encouraging of your independence.

He often finds himself in Sulpricia’s study pacing rampantly, “what am I going to do with her?”

“You know you like it.” Sully says lounging back on her couch. “If you didn’t you wouldn’t be so utterly ass over tea kettle.”

Aro is not good with his emotions when it comes to jealousy. And he is JEALOUS.

You’re perfect to him, utterly beautiful, you are the sun and he Icarus stupidly flying as high as he can towards you in hopes to reach the light.

You’re also inclined to let him touch you whenever you want to express things without using words— and you’ve learned to let him speak to you telepathically as well.

So often you just sit with your pinkies touching on a couch and have back and forth silently except for the occasional twitch on your lips at a humorous comment.

You’ve managed to make him huff a laugh occasionally.

But he is utterly posessive. He does not like it when men stare too long, admiring is one thing, but nothing escapes Aro.

So when a lower guard had been in trouble for an infraction and when you had disciplined him the utter disrespect for a concubine replacement was across Aro’s mind and…welll—

Guard died.

You had just looked startled and gave a ‘oh well’ kinda shrug before touching ARo’s hand. Feel better baby?

Yes you called him baby in private, so modern, and he would NEVER admit he loved it. Baby, darling, love, honey, the list went on and each one twisted his insides into ribbons of absolute adoration.

You had actually taken to the bond so well Marcus had informed him that it was practically cemented.

His only hang up was himself.

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Who does he ask for help?

Didyme is no longer there— his dear sister, a deep sorrow as he was accidentally responsible for her death.

Marcus however is always there to be the voice of reason, and he sits Aro down and listens to his brother spill his guts. Aro is terrified, he is well aware he is THE monster that makes OTHER monsters keep in line.

But for you to look at him like that? He could never bear it. His heart would break.

Marcus sighs, “Aro come here.” He drags his brother to the training grounds.

Where Aro get’s to see his mate literally tear apart the entire guard with blades…. Did his eyes deceive him— were those made from vampire ash and fangs?!

You pause your onslaught, “oh hi darling!” You prance over and smile, “like them? My witch-smith friend made them for me! Fucking bastards kept coming for me after awhile and ya know I just hate the idea of wasting shit.”

Marcus glanced at Aro and gave him a I told you so.

“Everything okay?” You ask looking concerned. You are dragging him along as he partially willingly let’s you take him to his sister’s gardens. “What’s wrong?”

And so, he exhales and does the one thing he’s never done with his gift.

He touches your hand and shows you his own thoughts.

He expects your recoil. Expects you to shun him. Expects your hatred and braces himself for it.

You gasp and when he’s about to drag his hand away and you grip him tighter. “No don’t…let me…” and so you watch— thousands of years of memories over the course of a week or two. Asking silent questions as the images play, getting silent answers in return.

And so, in return, you show him your human life— a life that had been riddled with abusers, torment and lack of love, the iron in your spine that had solidified your creation when you had dragged yourself from an open alley way at dawn into the sewer system after being left to die being drained by a nomad after a brutal assault. You shared with him that it had taken a lot for you to even move after what had happened.

Esme had found you.

And so your friends made sure you were okay even if you didn’t follow their diet.

You both spend time going over your pasts, Aro gently asking questions and you doing the same to answer as best you could.

It was why Rosalie and you got along so well, there were some experiences one could only understand by going through it. And you both had learned how to cope with the trauma you had.

Aro is patient, both of you taking time to feel through each others wounds, taking time to rework into each others personal space.

Marcus is stunned to tell Aro that the bond is nigh unbreakable after this exchange.

The Kings magically -coughs- big brother Marcus loses his shit finding out and Caius leads the search party with Demetri— cough cough— find the nomad and he’s now in a box limb free 15 feet below the dungeon with a tube connecting him to the surface, his tongue removed and he only gets blood once a year. *Jane lit them on fire multiple times to practice her accuracy and aim*

You find out of course, and smile through the dry sobs as all three embrace you like a big protective group hug. For the first time in a very long time, it’s safe.

Truly safe.

——

What happens when he tells you?

Aro is a man of few words, and honestly not much is needed between you two with the ability to go back and forth with his gift.

So in the middle of a walk in Didyme’s gardens he merely grabs your hand gently and kisses the top of your fingers.

And you’re flooded with his emotions.

The warmth and tenderness and absolute adoration is almost enough to restart your dead heart as venom pools in your eyes. “Aro…”

He loves you, loves you more than his own life, would give anything for you to make you smile.

This isn’t the love that is complacent, to just sit idle and rust away, he wants to chase you for eternity, whatever it takes to keep you at his side.

And you flood him right back— lowering the barriers you had and after a moment he merely leans down and presses his forehead to your own, giving the two of you time to just bask in the warmth of affection that’s swirling back and forth akin to the waves of the tide under the moon and sun at twilight.

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First Kiss?

The leaders of Volterra were in the throne room, the Queens having their own thrones behind their husbands but visible carved in different woods to represent their personalities with different intricate features much like the brother’s thrones holding different crowning points but all the same color.

Your own is the same color as Aro’s throne, but mingled with mahogany accents. Ruby red stones slotted at the top with a crescent moon and sun carving emboldened with gold spiked halo.

Caius' mate's throne is a pale color, affixed with branches and beautiful earth like tones, complimenting her grounded nature.

Marcus’ Witch Mate is merely embellished in a ash throne, deep red almost black gems and the symbol for the overall witch and vampire alliance above her throne.

With all three positions of Queen in Volterra taken up by a true mate, it is the most stable the Volturi have been in several millennia.

But that day in particular was rough, there were a few traitors that had been brought forward— and one of them had managed to get loose from Felix as Aro had been gaining information lunging for the King’s throat.

You moved so fast no one even saw you as you streaked forward like a ghost and lobbed the vampire’s head off holding a blade made of vampire teeth expertly with an animalistic snarl.

You had positioned yourself in front of Aro, crouched, blade poised and your eyes wide and wild, teeth flashing with a dangerous snarl.

Marcus’ witch had already shielded Aro but paused when she saw how enraged you were. Athena and Sulpricia had faltered, Caius looked utterly proud.

You spun round, dropping your blade— knowing Felix and the others had everything in hand as Aro had reached for you, the two of you locked in an embrace, his hands holding your face still as your own hands grasped his wrists. Foreheads pressed together—

The coven was used to this, a private conversation but you could feel the utter terror that had gone through him when he saw you out of the corner of his eye. If anything had happened to you—he was almost angry at you.

But he could easily sense the rage that had consumed you at the thought of someone hurting him. Despite knowing the guard and Jane would Never allow it, your instincts had taken over.

No one would ever take from you again.

And you had been frightened.

Behind that rage when he got past it was utter fear that he’d be gone and you’d be all alone again all the tender memories would be the last you’d have of him as you gave a dry sob before the venom dropped from your eyes— a true show of vampiric emotion that was a rarity.

“Carissima, no. I’ll not leave you that easily.” He murmured and not giving a flying fuck about anyone in the room kissed you full on the mouth gathering you up in a tight embrace.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered half broken against his mouth. “I’m sorry-“

“I know I know, shhh cara mia shhh,” gathering you up he merely flitted out of the room leaving the others to deal with the issue.

Tons of snuggles. He had bundled you up to him in his private rooms and merely kept your hands together enjoying the shared emotions knowing the other was close and safe.

Aro knew exactly how to calm you, he merely showed you all his favorite memories, of the coven, of his travels, the antics his brother’s got up to. He replayed the moment he first saw you.

That always made you laugh of course she swears like a sailor.

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First Time?

It’s in an elevator.

Okay so here’s the thing. The Volturi have these massive events, and your official coronation happens at one of these.

Aro is so proud.

And so fucking jealous as you are danced across the floor with other vampires— who are oh so respectful and as they should be as Aro watches from the upper floor like an angel of death.

You look stunning, your smile lighting up the entire ballroom, friends from near and far are there— even then Cullens— God bless Carly he even had animal blood brought for him.

You’re dancing around with Nessie laughing and watching the girl child giggle like a fiend before handing her off to the Shifter Aro hated the smell but it was what it was.

Over the course of the evening he was getting awful tired of sharing you. And as the evening wound down to an end you both were just going to take the elevator back up to the private rooms as the Ballroom was on the top floor of Volterra.

The energy crackled in the small space and you both glanced at one another. It was like a short fuse had been lit on a stick of dynamite.

We’re so not doing this in an elevator are we?

You didn’t realize you had said it out loud even as you both gravitated towards one another and his hands tangled into your hair sending gold pins flying to the ground as his mouth found yours and you let out a deep moan as his tongue swiped your lips before you happily opened them.

“We’re going to be patient. Cara mia. ” He said sternly more to himself than you— then groaned when your teeth tugged gently on his bottom lip knowing it drove him crazy. “Sarai la mia morte. Sulla mia tomba scriveranno 'ha giocato con il fuoco ed è perito felicemente’” his voice became heated as his hands moved over your form, “non mi importa più, vieni da me mia fiamma, brucia con me.” You will be my death. On my grave they will write 'he played with fire and perished happily'. I don't care anymore, come to me my flame, burn with me.

His hands were gripping your backside and hauling you up, pressing himself firmly between your thighs before grinding against you. But when his teeth scraped your neck your brain shorted out—

“Oh for gods sake Aro just fuck me already—” your hands were scrabbling at his waist coat and shirt pleased how easily the buttons pinged off the walls of the elevator.

Your mate let out a pleased noise, one that was utterly inhuman when your hands tangled into his raven locks and knocked the golden V pin to the floor allowing the ocean and pomegranate scent of his to curtain you from the world as he bent his head down and kissed you as if it were the last thing he would get to do just then. Right before he smacked his hand against the emergency stop button jolting the ride to the private floor still.

If you thought his kisses were something to be swooning over— because he always knew what you needed.

Well his gift extends to much and he is in tune with it.

Your mind is his favorite place to be, and he brutally uses what he knows to his advantage as his fingers skim up your legs flinging your skirt over your thighs to teasingly grind himself against you till you’re almost clawing at him half feral.

“My pretty little mate—“ he croons at you, “you looked so beautiful cara mia,” kissing down your throat before biting marks into your flesh licking them before continuing on as his teeth jerk the fabric of your bodice and sleeves off not even bothering with his hands. “E tu sei tutto mio, cazzo.” And you’re all fucking mine.

You were busy molding your hands against his form, loving how it was just ratcheting up his half mad with desire motions, twitchy, greedy, desperate to touch, “What was it you joked about that one time?” He was referring to a memory with your best friends over drinks.

You gulped and shivered a bit. “I believe I said sometimes a girl just wants to ahem— get slammed to a wall and fucked stupid?”

He smirked as his hands tore fabric off you letting his fingers to glide along your skin, allowing your own to do the same and showing you know exactly what he liked through the bond of touch.

If you’d been human the air would have left your lungs as he pressed his body tight to your own, pinning you in place letting you feel what you did to him, the hard length of his cock pressed into your belly. “What do you say we take care of that, hm?”

You’re speaking in tongues before he even takes you fully, and roughly, there’s no slow tender love making and frankly you’re just glad for it.

His wild smile sliding into a predatory proud smirk when you’re just a mess; whining at him, begging, pleading, twitching against him and oh you’re just so pretty when at his mercy.

He literally has the tongue of the devil.

“Did I finally break you little one?” He croons despite his rough movements sending you into another shockwave of bliss as your nails make claw marks in the wall.

Fuck he had— you’ll do anything if he’ll just continue.

Your submission is like a drug, he’s mad on it, hands digging against you, making small fissures of cracks along your hips that make you groan gleeful as you push closer for more of his touches.

“That’s right bambi, give me everything.”

That’s all you hear before he’s fucking you into the wall of the elevator, sinking his teeth into your shoulder and neck just to relish in the pain and pleasure filled noises that escape from you as you beg for more, more, just please give more it’s all you want.

“My good bambi.” He growls as he begins it all over again, rumbling in your ear as your try to escape the onslaught of sensations— but happy you can’t as his grip has you immovable. “You’re not escaping me just yet.”

You’re both a mess, not that either of you care. Adjusting yourselves as best you can—

You’re lucky his private rooms are close and he simply carries you and flits you both into his rooms; you both end up continuing what was started.

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He is a touch telepath, he knows exactly what you need.

But he also surprises you with what you didn’t even know you needed.

Snuggles, so many snuggles— Aro is not a tactile person— but with you?

Forget it.

He’s practically melting into your form and trying to fuse himself to you.

Massages, nuzzling your hair, biting.

Lots of biting— but not hard bites, love bites. Pressing his teeth to your skin to leave little imprints that he just can’t get over. You always poke fun at him for it.

Plus let’s face it.

Bite = Love.

He and Caius are on one mind with that.

He also took a note from Marcus and you both enjoy the heat of the baths together after a particularly long rough romp.

Which turns into a bath romp.

Because ahem *REASONS*

“I’m King I don’t need a reason to have you— now come here.” He’ll huff imperiously when you giggle at him as he drags you close into his embrace kissing you.

Okay he lies.

You looked too pretty in the bath.

Aro can’t help himself. That’s the reason.

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B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He is SHOOK when you tell him your favorite thing about him is his hands. You never feel misunderstood.

Even in the rare fights you simply huff and reach out to him, wiggling your fingers with a pleading glance; or if he won’t take your hand you’ll walk over sit in his lap and headbutt your forehead to his like an angry cat.

But usually Aro will take your hand and you both have a deep understanding of where you’re both coming from.

After a few moments it’s settled.

You kiss his hands, he knows you love how he plays you like a finely tuned instrument when alone.

Love when he delves his fingers into your hair and cradles you close even if you’re in the throne room— he’s the fucking king he can do what he likes damn it.

But Aro is startled by this— everyone hates touching him even though he can control his gift, they seem to think that— aside from his brothers and sister in laws— that he just loves to dive into people’s minds for funsies.

No it’s awful. Plain awful. He can barely stand his own mind why would he want to traverse someone else’s?

But that brings us to what he likes about you— he LOVES your head space. When he’s stressed it’s his favorite place to be because you have a vivid imagination, as a writer as well you show him stories you’ve thought of and worlds you’ve created with vivid detail. He finds it quite amusing to use watch your thoughts too on a daily, you like it simply because he’s close.

But aside from that it’s you.

Just You.

Just ALL of you.

He can’t pick don’t make the man pick, he would just keep you near him for eternity which you seem to have no issues with.

———

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically…I am a disgusting person��)

He is quite a posessive person.

Two Words:

Breeding Kink

You’re his and his alone, so the idea of ah— claiming you that way just sends him off into the ether.

The fact that you both have a breeding kink and literally can’t have kids is a GREAT thing because you’ve literally sat there a absolute mess after round five and thought out loud as he tenderly cleans you up, “shit thank god we can’t reproduce because I am 100% sure that’d have knocked my ass up—” which has had him shaking in mirth having to pause to control himself after a few moments.

Beg him for it.

Make that whining needy noise in the back of your throat at him for him to finally give you what you need.

He’ll just lose it, pin you by the throat and well— you’ve broken a few beds this way.

He has no shame.

Just glances at the bed, hits speed dial to the furniture store and orders a new one.

His only other favorite thing with C as he soon found out from O (you’ll see) was he adores when you swallow down everything he gives you. That’s got him rumbling in Italian about what a good girl you are and how much you please him.

———

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s a MASSIVE Pleasure Dom. And when I say Dom.

HE GOT DOM ENERGY.

With very mild Sadistic tendencies. (Thanks a lot Caius ya pervy fucker)

However he is also a very sincere soft streak when you’re a very good pet.

He picked up pet play from his sadistic brother hearing him call his amore Bunny. One day down the rabbit hole that is Google and he was hooked.

But he calls you Bambi. It’s an Italian term for baby-girl.

It also works because you become like a damn deer in the headlights when he pulls the Dominant voice on you.

It thrums with a low purr and has the capability to just make your brain go wait what?

HE’S A FUCKING SWITCH.

You had been pissed as shit at him. “I don’t know whether I want to strangle you or fuck you to death!” You paused because you had literally throat pinned him to the wall, the stone crumbling beneath him, feeling the muscles of his neck working as he swallowed nervously.

You were about to let go but saw his eyes had gone totally black and expectant and startled but excited.

He was just as fucking confused as you both calculated in a matter of seconds what had happened.

You were first to catch on. “Oh?….OH...….oooooohhhhhhh ….. you….you son of a….” You sputtered as he got a sly grin, “you can’t just look at me like— you are so ill behaved!!”

He wasn’t far behind and raised a black brow at you looking mischievous, “…..and what are you going to do about it mia regina?”

Next thing he knew he was face planted on his office floor with your boot pressed on his cheek making him groan low. “Gonna make you regret mouthing off to me is what I’m going to do my Aro.”

Edge him. Don’t let him touch you all day till he begs. He loves when you exert your authority especially on him? Oh forget it.

Queen Slay.

Literally you are his Queen and you are the only one who get’s to fucking tell him what to do.

And you ruthlessly do so when he’s in the mood. All you hear is “mia regina?” He’ll croon at you, as your hand comes up and drags him to you by his tie.

“would you like to be of service to me Aro?”

Magic words. He’s done, let him have you and he will literally just focus on your pleasure.

Worship Kink.

You had dropped to your knees at his desk and laid your head in his lap and he almost lost his god damn mind. You purred at him, “il mio maestro”.

Aro .exe has stopped fucking working.

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E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Thanks to the tactile telepathy as well as the fact that he and his brothers have slept their way through history, Aro is a very mixed lover.

When I say greedy as a lover, he wants your pleasure for himself. And will literally drive you to it till you’re sobbing for mercy.

He has none.

But he does take pity on you when he knows you’re truly at your limit with touch.

You weren’t inexperienced but his own experience blew yours out of the damn water. Can literally have you on the edge in mere minuets. And is SMUG about it.

Fucking smug bastard just watching you with that smirk on his face and a ‘well?’ Kinda expression.

You have to beg if you want it.

You have to plead, you have to let him hear you or he’ll just keep going and I quote ‘hmmm I can’t hear you cara mia, you’re being so quiet you know that makes me want to fuck you harder, come now, let me hear you— don’t make me have to drag it from you baby girl. You know I love to hear your sweet sounds.”

Could probably kill you if you weren’t already dead with what he can do with his hands.

His tongue is even better.

When asked which you preferred you had just panted desperately after a hard orgasm, “any. All. Both. God just…holy fuck.”

He cracked up over that. “My poor baby I broke her.”

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F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Loves having you in his lap.

Prefers to see your face and eyes, seems to need it.

But occasionally he just loves gripping your neck from behind and feeling you gasp against his grip as he slams into you roughly.

Adores anything that has you clinging onto him for dear life.

Likes being in a position to mark you. Favorite thing ever.

You had once tested his patience (willfully hoping for this outcome) a bit too much and he had pinned you completely immobile to the desk of his office and fucked you within an inch of your immortal life gagging you with his black tie.

“you just have to test me don’t you mia regina?” He had growled in your ear leaning over you, his hand crunching the ornate wood to splinters as you keened and whined for him to keep going. “Such a ill behaved thing you are, should just keep you here like this for when I please hm?”

He was not joking, you were kept there quite happily under his desk sitting at his feet your head on his lap waiting and absolutely willing.

He could feel your hands grip his thighs, “quit that I know what you’re trying to do and it’s not going to work—“ his voice teetered off in a guttural growl as he looked down.

You were biting his shirt looking up at him already nudging yourself between his thighs your teeth digging into his trouser zipper and tugging down.

his hands were gripping your hair jerking you up to kiss him deep, a growl against your lips, “Fucking damn it— come here.”

When you can get him to swear which is rare— yeah…

He didn’t exactly sound angry.

But he sure fucked you like he was though.

“This is what you were after hm? You brat!” A harsh laugh as he pinned you down a bit harder, “fine then I should ensure you’re good….and….sated…shouldn’t I bambi?”

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G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Very sincere.

Teasing but only in a very sexual way.

Borders on humiliation but he respects you too much.

Very serious though when he focuses on you.

He’s focusing on all the sensations you’re sending him, letting you know what he’s feeling as well which just sets you into the damn ether.

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H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

It’s ARO.

The man is vain.

The man is neat.

Clean and pristine.

He’d give a regal huff of annoyance, “I am not a heathen darling.”

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I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Ohhh you wouldn’t know it but he’s such a god damn romantic.

He is. And he MAKES time for you. The schedules are changed so you have time together more often— something that was never done before.

Operas, romantic walks out in Volterra at night.

Sightseeing.

Your favorite was your trip to Germany in the winter with a big cozy cottage and a big fire and lots of bedding to ahem— destroy.

Aro has penguin brain.

He brings you small gifts that made him think of you— you have a bracelet that has special charms he had custom made for you, a lochness monster for when you met, a castle obviously for Volterra, a doe, different tiny items that speckled through your life, each one means something— you hardly ever take it off.

You have a collection of very sparkly stones in many jars that he found on his missions.

They are actually gemstones— insert eye roll— they set off pretty prisms through your shared rooms.

“Aren’t you going to make jewelry of them?” Aro asks.

“No darling they are perfect just as they are.” You smile.

Aro actually has the literal voice of a damn angel.

He sings to you in Italian, soft dulcet sweet tones and dances you around your rooms teasing you relentlessly.

Aro writes beautiful poetry. He will at least write one every few months when inspiration comes to him.

You have your own private box at the opera house. As well as being allowed to fund artists across the world, you’ve found incredible talent on broadway and other venues.

Flowers. Aro ensures care for a private greenhouse for you on the roof, each flower has a meaning, and they all bloom year round given the proper temperatures on the greenhouse. “Why would I send you flowers when they die so easily.” He asks kissing your cheek as you smile over the new blooms. “This is everlasting, much more fitting.” He muses.

All his poetry is in a beautiful book Caius got you for your birthday.

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J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Why would he do that when he has you?

He is a patient man.

He can wait.

And he has pristine control over himself.

He is too old for pre-pubescent raging hormone crap.

But he will legit melt for you if you do it for him. Prefers it slow, enjoying your touch and loves to watch as you take instruction.

You’re such a good girl for him.

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K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Aro is a kinky bastard.

MASSIVE Pleasure Dom.

Worship Kink.

Edging.

Controlling Orgasms *you don’t get to come till he gives permission*

Collaring *your Volturi necklace is LITERALLY on a collar*

Overstimulation. *his gift allows him to know when you’re pushed to hard and when you can take a bit more. When you’re craving that over stimulus, he’ll give it happily. Knowing he can turn you into a babbling speaking in tongues, drooling, eyes rolling back mess just— just— GAH.*

Breeding Kink *Aro has a true breeding kink, ask him to fill you up beg him for it and he’s going to lose his mind.*

Gagging. *he loves to gag you, but also loves being choked by you or you grabbing onto his tie.

Wax Play *you’re a fire elemental user, bringing candles into play is just oh it’s nice. * Prefers to have it done TO him. Your air element gift also allows you to cool the wax quickly and give new sensations.

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L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Aro is private, he prefers somewhere comfortable to take his sweet time with you.

Rooms Private, hotel, somewhere he can just lavish you and enjoy everything you can give him.

He’d rather take the time to find a nice comfy setting.

But every blue moon— he’ll just look at you in that specific dress molding to your thighs.

He will drag you into an alley way and just rail the shit out of you keeping you quiet with a firm grip over your mouth as he hisses the dirtiest things in your ear.

You two once had a quick rendezvous in a changing room at a theatre. -shrug- it was empty oh well.

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M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

“Master?” You bat your eyes at him

His nostrils flare as he breathes in and just knows exactly what you want and you smell so fucking good.

The tone you use.

He knows. You want him. That’s it.

Unless it’s a trial— and DO NOT DO THIS BEFORE TRIAL.

And if you happen to when he takes your hand send him your fantasies after seeing him standing there all regal and watching his mouth form syllables so well and how much better it’ll be with his mouth— ahem— busy somewhere else.

He will be so mad at you.

He’s glaring at you behind a mask of calm and you can feel the fucking tremor in his limbs.

You just bat your eyes innocently at him and smile.

His face: you’re in SO MUCH trouble.

Brat energy??? During Trial?!??! Now is that the time to give brat energy!!???

Oh. Oh. oh you are so in trouble. When he gets done with ripping some poor idiots head off— okay not really they broke the rules— stalks over to you; grabs you by your oh so pretty collar, “come with me bambi.”

And just pulls you along to your rooms with you giggling the whole way and practically prancing behind him like a— well like a doe prancing into a lions den.

He’s tossed you over his shoulder once and just flitted out of the rooms into your private chambers, hurling you onto the bed before ripping into your clothing. “You best be ready for your punishment.”

“Oooohhhhhh absolutly master.”

“that’s my girl.”

The coven just rolls their eyes. Aro is less manic with you there and you surprisingly bring ease to the coven— so ya know what if that’s what does it whatever.

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N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Humiliation. No.

Impact play is one thing, but to intentionally hurt you no.

If he does impact play one hand is always touching you to ensure you’re okay.

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O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Giving? The man has a wicked tongue.

His oral game is LEGIT.

Will have you in a puddle of twitching ecstasy in mere moments of teasing because he knows where to touch and that’s not just his tongue but his hands.

Will kiss you all over before even getting to the ahem— final destination.

You’re either ready to combust or ready to strangle him when he finally just begins to devour you.

Eats pussy like a man starved but has all the time to enjoy.

Smug as Fuck.

Expect him to just watch you as you’re coming back down from the absolute height he threw you up to and glaring down at his smug grin as he waits before beginning all over again.

Will go all night if you’ve been ill behaved.

Your record is 20 before you BEGGED for a break.

He finally took pity and gave you a warm bubble bath and snuggles and praises.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like receiving, however it was more just a “hm, that’s nice—“

But with you.

Especially when you had decided to walk into his office, lay your head in his lap as you had sat yourself under his desk so he could work while he played with your hair (you have a comfy cushion there who was he to argue if that was the best way to be close and he could get work done??!!)

But his work was abruptly halted when you had nuzzled his cock through his trousers dragging your mouth wide as he became painfully hard in record time.

“what is it you think you’re doing bambi?” He purred looking oh so curious.

“Nothing.” You muffled around him as your teeth found his zipper and trouser buttons with a rather feral sound.

Upon finding out you had no gag reflex and having your nose buried in his pelvis as you moaned around him he was done for and he didn’t even care.

Work was forgotten.

Loves when you pleasure him, but of course has to be in control for the most part.

Buries his hands into your hair and loves throat fucking you, praising you the entire time. “What a good thing you don’t need to breathe dolcezza.”

You had hummed around him ecstatically.

The reward for this is always drool worthy.

Play with yourself as you do and let him see you do so keeping your clothing out of the way and you’ll have him break finally, that cool haughty composure cracking as his gaze goes just utterly uncontrollably wild, his hips moving a bit harder.

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P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

You both fuck rough.

But you both also love the slow and sensual moments too.

Especially if you have the time to just drown in one another.

It just depends on the situation.

Rough And Fast:

Slow and Sensual is how it usually starts off, he’s so attentive, so soft and cherishes you, that is till you growl at him for more and he has of course no other option but to give you what he wants.

You’re his queen after all what kind of mate would he be if he didn’t give in?

But has today been exceedingly trying for either of you?

Or is your mate quite amped up from a particularly rough trial?

You’ve been pestering him haven’t you? Hmmm.. yeah buckle up.

You’re in trouble and therefore need to relearn where your place is— it’s in your bed, beneath him losing your mind out of pleasure.

And he is all too happy to provide that lesson if you seem to forget.

You try to forget often. You damn brat.

Slow and Sensual

However sometimes he just wants to be gentle. And frankly so do you, you want to just bask in the bond you have and slowly explore all over again despite knowing you have memorized one another to heart by now.

Doesn’t matter, you still find things that surprise you, things that make you smile.

Places that when touched cause a jolt— well that’s new.

“I could spend my entire life mapping out your body carissima.”

“that’s an awful long time in bed.”

Aro would just smirk kissing down your sternum, “oh what a pity— I suppose my brothers shall have to cover for me hm?” Bite marks being pressed into your flesh, “I plan on leaving so many of these that I forget where they are so I can find them later.”

“Such an evil overlord.” But you’re giddy, he’s going to make your entire world tilt again with those slow careful hands of his and you’re going to enjoy every second of it.

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Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

You’d be surprised that such a patient man could be so damn impatient for you.

He’s not as impatient as Caius but not AS patient as Marcus.

So it’s a toss up when he’s twitchy during trials and catches a glimpse of you floating down the hallway in all your grandure and he mentally tosses a coin.

Nope he can’t take it that flash of leg just set him off.

“Excuse me I do belive I remembered something that needs my attention.”

The others just inwardly roll their eyes.

Next thing you know you’re gagged by his tie in his office pinned over the desk with his teeth buried in your neck and frankly you expected this you wore that damn skirt with the slit in it to tease him.

Seeing this just makes him let out a feral noise and a laugh at the end, “oh you planned that hm?” He nibbles the outer shell of your ear, “missed me did you?”

You can only nod as he continues, eyes rolling back as he knows exactly what you’re needing and it’s certainly not gentle right now.

“I have exactly fifteen minutes before my brothers come looking for me— think you can be a good girl and make me come?”

You smirk against the gag in your mouth before purring at him; and it’s off to the races.

He’s in trouble quite often for this— but who’s to argue with him.

He’s king he can do what he wants…. At times….

Okay most of the time.

Plus he’s always in a MUCH better mood.

I wonder Why.

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R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

While Aro does love to experiment your safety is his utmost importance.

But he’s a curious bastard and you are right behind him on that scale so sometimes your games become a bit risky.

Never life threatening but oh boy do you two get a grin and just glance at one another, “you know we haven’t done that yet.”

“No…. No we haven’t….”

And that’s how it usually starts.

The worst thing you two can realize is you both utter “I don’t know”.

Well now you have to know if either of you are able to ahem— arrive— under rather dire circumstances such as utilizing your gift (don’t worry your gift doesn’t hurt him he knows how to use fire too surprise surprise.).

You almost had a heart attack though and nearly killed him after.

He just cackled that manic laugh that had you joining in after hitting him several times.

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S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Need I say more than one word?

Vampire.

Aro takes his time most occasions, his slow, slow sweet time.

Now— you’d THINK that the rougher encounters would last a shorter period.

You’re wrong.

So wrong.

He lives for it you’re going to be so happy you’re a vampire and can’t really get sore except for when you both leave cracking handprints on one another.

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T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Sensory.

Crops, leather gloves, feathers, ben wa balls are huge and he likes that they are silent but give you that teasing sensation. Wax candle play is huge for both of you and you enjoy long luxurious heated baths and sauna sessions with one another.

Ooooo he loves it.

Leather gloves area huge thing for him but not for what you’d think— he likes to challenge himself.

Sure he can know what you’re feeling but he wants to be in tune with your physical responses as well and so occasionally he dons them just to test his knowledge.

Damn smug overlord is just as good and you hate it and now he’s smirking at you while popping his jaw with his hand on his elbow waiting for you to come back into your body.

“Shut up.” You rasp as your head spins.

“I didn’t say anything.” His raven hair slides across his face as he grins wider.

“Your SMUGNESS IS LOUD ARO.”

“Me?! Smug! Why I never…” -cue the dark chuckle before he starts it up all over again, “maybe once more to ensure you remember it’s not just the gifts edge hm?”

“Ohhhh I’m going to die.” But you reach for him biting his leather clad hands.

“No you won’t.” He hums happily, “I won’t let you. You’re not allowed to leave me bambi.”

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U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

HE IS SO DAMN UNFAIR.

But so are you.

He’s not as bad as Caius but he is close, and he only does it with LOOKS.

His eyes are utterly expressive, as is that mouth of his, so when he glances at you in just the right way you can feel it drop down in your gut and sizzle.

And he does it during trial. Oh but when you do it you’re in trouble. Psh.

He’ll tease you and brush your hand as he walks by just to know that you’re basically twitching from frustration at the end of the day and about to boil over as he leans down and licks your neck. “Bambi, awe, was I too mean to you? Hmm I should make it up to you shouldn’t I?”

He always makes it up to you.

The man has the best ways to use his mouth aside from running the coven and giving orders.

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V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Aro was quite clear studies, and private rooms were to be soundproofed.

He’s loud, swearing (which he normally does not do), praising mess of a man, it’s needed.

And you love it.

You can practically feel the vibration in his chest when he purrs at you, less growling, he’s not as violent unless you get him too worked up.

No no no, he loves making you melt, and knows exactly what to croon at you to make your mind go blank.

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W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He’s more posessive than Marcus. And that bleeds into a protective nature.

A bit controlling, but he knows very well he can’t do that to you as he had to Sulprica. BUT it doesn’t stop him from trying as gods forbid anything happen to you.

Less Jealous than Caius.

But his ah— mood swings can cause for quite an interesting feat.

Since Marcus and Caius were always the brunt of the bashing and warfare, and he the brains behind the operation, many seem to think he has no bite marks on his body due to not being in the fray.

No.

The problem is Aro becomes too violent. Especially because of his talent when touching his victims it tends to become a frenzy. Once he had decimated an entire coven single handedly because the rage they had was swamping him.

His brothers had to pin him down and try to relay calm emotions— his sister Didyme thankfully had been the one to bring him back.

You yourself are now that calm place.

At one point, a guard had been careless enough to have thought about you in ah— that way— Aro was aware you were quite beautiful, your personality no nonsense and many of the guard and lower guard considered you a maternal figure almost otherwise a very good friend.

But this guard.

Ohhh he coveted. What was not his.

But what was worse, was that on the way to the throne room he had spoken to you rather crassly, you merely ignored him; he wasn’t even worth your time. But he had glanced you over as if you were a rather tasty morsel, the imaginings of you spread out beneath him had Aro’s hands cracking his wrists.

You saw the change slightly as you were behind him. His spine went poker straight. “You dare.” It was worse, the guard had actually tried to think of how to lure you away to him— you were a queen so surely infidelity was expected—

The rumble in his chest was a whole new sound you’d never even heard.

Both Marcus and Caius were sitting straight up and narrowing their gaze at Aro before Marcus flitted over and guided you to Aro’s throne placing you on it and standing protectively in front of you.

“Marcus?” you peered behind the eldest king and he hushed you gently.

The guard was torn apart in mere seconds.

It was utterly ruthless and with no mercy.

“People tend to forget Aro is only about a thousand years younger than I.” Marcus muttered.

You blinked. Aro was at least five thousand meaning that Marcus was Six, Caius being the youngest at three.

Aro speared the entire guard with a terrifyingly cold glare before flitting over to you, gripping your head back by your hair and sinking his teeth into your shoulder and neck with a low growl.

The sentiment was well understood as the entire guard backed the fuck away from the dais— he closed the wound before his head shot up and he snarled at the coven tucking you into his embrace your face buried into his robes. “She is mine.” It was a quiet, soft voice that spoke.

“Aro.” you muffled tugging his sleeve and looking up at him.

He showed you “what he had seen and tilted his head. Would you mind cara?”

You lit the bastard on fire with a scowl aimed at the body winding your arms about Aro’s waist and nuzzling into his solid form.

A soft kiss in your hair, his body relaxing. “That’s my bambi.”

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X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Aro although he is lithe and tall….he’s not exactly easy to handle.

9” decent width, knows how to use it.

Be forewarned, he knows what he’s doing.

Tactile Telepathy, good luck remember to keep your head on straight.

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Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It’s less of a wistful like of yearning.

And more a burning bonfire of desire always in the wing of his mind ready to take over the forefront.

One glance at you and he wants you— granted he thinks it might cool down over the centuries but when you look at him like that and bite your lip and grin.

Nah.

Nope. This isn’t going away. Not at all.

He of course has excellent control so he is able to push other desires to the back of his mind, but once finished you are certainly at the front of the line.

Super high.

You both are insane.

You can be sitting reading and next moment with one small brush you’re gone from the library and you’ve tackled him through the doors of your rooms and pinned him to the floor.

Insatiable.

Good luck!

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Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Aro LOVES resting with you.

He likes to just lay with his hands on your body and watching your thoughts, you’re his favorite mind to go through and he just adores it.

You both can spend hours like this if you were allowed—

He likes when you drag your fingers through his hair.

Makes him melt.

Kiss across his eyes and kiss his hands as he brushes your mouth with his fingers trying to learn you all over again.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.” He murmurs to you lazily. He has you nestled in his arms your head tucked under his jaw.

“That’s fucking fine by me.” You giggle.

He rolls his eyes and huffs a soft laugh kissing the top of your head. “Of course she swears like a sailor…”

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𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖓𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖓 𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖒𝖊 𝖁𝖑

☼ 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: August Walker x ofc!Maeve, August Walker x Reader

☼ 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔨𝔫𝔤𝔰: fluff, slight angst, dad!August

☼ 𝔞/𝔫: hope you enjoy chapter six! shorter one, but its fluff filled to make up for the angst filled one coming up!

August could hear her ramblings from the moment he awoke.

Nothing discernable, just unintelligible baby babbling, but it warmed his heart nonetheless. She now woke up on her own around the same time as August, eager to see you, and start her day. She had adjusted to the schedule, and you, remarkably fast, and with that, her flashbacks had reduced dramatically. August knew he should give himself some of the credit, but he couldn’t help but attribute it all to you.

You helped tremendously. No matter the situation, you adapted, and August was grateful. Whether it was early mornings, late nights, or long missions, you were always there, giving August a warm smile that brightened his days just as Maeve did.

He didn’t realize his feelings however, until one day he came home late. Much later than acceptable, if he was being honest with himself. Apparently, Maeve was struggling to go down, and instead of getting frustrated and leaving her to cry it out, you crawled into the tiny floor bed with her, and somehow managed to fall asleep there, Maeve secure in your arms. When he walked in the room to find the two of you snoozing away, his heart melted, and the first thought that came to his mind was that you belonged there. Not the infant bed specifically, but there. In his home, with his daughter, with him.

He often dreamt about what it would be like, you being Maeve’s mother. He knew it was wishful thinking. You needed someone who wasn’t on call 24/7 with the CIA. you needed someone who could give you their undivided attention, something August could provide, but that didn't stop him from dreaming about you holding a slightly older Maeve’s hand, walking her to the door on her first day of school, and hearing his daughter say “love you mama.” It didn't stop him from dreaming about what it would be like to kiss you, to hold you, to love you, more than he already did.

He wasn’t going to deny that. If he was honest with himself, he fell in love with you the second he saw you hand Maeve that tiny stuffed elephant, the same stuffed elephant that she refused to part with, going to far as to give August the silent treatment when he put it in the wash because she dropped it in a muddy puddle while playing outside. How a now 8 month old was able to give him the silent treatment, much less understand what that meant, blew his mind, and made him think about getting her IQ tested when she was older, afraid that he had a mini Spencer Reid on his hands. He could barely take Benji’s ramblings, how was he supposed to take it from his daughter if she ended up like that?

He pulled himself out of bed, and walked slowly towards her bedroom. The babbling grew louder, and more excited. She seemed to be able to sense that August was coming to get her, and that usually meant you would be coming any minute. Which was true. It was 6:50 now, so you would be here within 5 minutes, happy and smiley with your backpack on and your coffee in your hand, hair still wet from your shower, ready to start the day with the curly haired munchkin.

Maeve giggled as he opened the door, and climbed out of her bed. August lifted her up, and kissed her cheek as she cuddled into him. “Go?” she asked, pointing at the door, and August chuckled.

“Yes, baby, Y/N will be here soon.” he said as he walked out the door. She began to babble once again, and August sighed, a little disappointed that she had yet to say Dada. She said Mama all the time, even while babbling, but August couldn't get her to say Dada. he placed her in the high chair, and raised his eyebrows at her as she banged her fists on the tray.

“Banging your fists won’t make me give you your food any faster, little miss.” he said, and she smiled big at him, causing a smile to crack on his own face. He poured some cheerios on her tray as he prepped her oatmeal and bottle. She downed the oatmeal almost quicker than August could give it to her, before practically ripping the bottle out of his hands just as you knocked on the door, two minutes later than normal. August lifted a freshly cleaned Maeve out of her highchair and walked over to the door to greet you. He opened the door and smiled as he saw you, hair still wet from your shower, and coffee in hand, like always. The only difference was that you were breathing heavily.

“Hey!” you said, walking in. “sorry i’m late, there was someone banging on my door this morning, and he looked a little scary, so i had to wait a few minutes.” You said simply, and August’s eyebrows immediately knitted in concern. He handed Maeve over to you once you had set your things down, and began to question him.

“What did he look like? Did he have any weapons on him?” he asked, and a confused look crossed your face.

“Everything okay?” you asked, but explained when it was clear August wasn’t budging. “Uhm, he was tall, maybe 6’1 or 6’2, had brown greasy hair. He looked like he could be in his late 50’s early 60’s, but i couldn’t be sure. Why, what’s going on?” you asked, and August sighed.

“Adriana, Maeve’s mother, didnt come from the best family. Her father is a famous New York mobster, and is the one who killed Adriana. I think he’s been searching for Maeve.” He explained. Your eyes widened in fear, and August was quick to ease it. “I’m working on taking him down. I’m working with my team to find out exactly what happened, and how to stop them. I don't think you’re in fear, the most he would have done was question you, so don’t worry, but thank you for telling me. If anything weird happens, anything at all, please let me know. I have to keep you and her safe.” he said, and you nodded, tears rimming in your eyes, fear still present on your face. August pulled you into a hug, and rubbed your back as you breathed heavily, trying to control your breathing.

“I’ll keep you two safe. I promise.” he whispered in your ear, fighting the urge to kiss your temple.

“D-Dada?” Maeve stuttered, and August’s face shot up to look at her. You gasped as you processed what just happened, and smiled as Maeve was pulled out of your arms.

“M-Maeve, oh my god.” August said, holding his daughter to his chest. She giggled and buried her hands in his hair before tugging. “Dadadadada.” she babbled, and August covered her body in kisses, tears escaping his blue eyes.

“I love you my sweet girl,” he said, and you wiped your own tears away watching August and Maeve. He might not be the ebay at expressing his emotions, but all of that fell away when Maeve was in his presence. He became a warmer, happier, and more emotional person, and you couldn't deny the love you felt for both of them. They were your entire world.

#august walker x you #august walker x female reader #august walker x y/n #august walker x reader #august walker x ofc #august walker fanfiction #august walker smut #august walker fluff #august walker #august

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imrtale · 2 years ago

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karisa was more than ecstatic to be an aunt again. "don't y'worry, it could have been worse, you could still be feelin' mornin' sickness," karisa tries to reassure her best friend, clinking her glass of wine with the fellow blonde as karisa shakes her head. "it's a different kind of excitement now, we know what we're doin' now! think of all the fun things we can do now that we've actually got our shit together." karisa laughs, crinkles her nose and waves a hand in the air to dismiss the thank you. "nikki wants to name the baby roni. think it'll get a rise out of benji."

johnny walker had came back with a vendetta. he was determined to inflict the same harm that had been done to him. and how else could he find samuel arlen if not by the girl who he had adopted? how else could he send a message to clayton warren if not, here? walking up the steps in stride, the much, taller and muscular male knocks three times before meeting who he presumed was eden with a smile. "be a dear and call karisa for me will you?" is all he offered, revolver pointed as he motions for her to enter the apartment so he could cross the threshold. karisa quickly comes from the kitchen and her glass slips from her glass, wine spilling everywhere as her breath hitches. "oh canary, you look like you've seen a ghost!" a taunt, nickname from childhood - a horrible one, a reminder how she'd sing like a canary on the nights where it was worst. "winnie - stay in the kitchen, call tommy, tell 'em - tell 'em uncle john's back." a hushed yet firm order as she quickly moves forward to place herself between her father and eden.

"i spent the last sixteen years waitin' for you karisa, thought about all the ways i could use you to get back at samuel. and the opportunity has finally presented itself to me." he starts, cocking the gun as karisa urges eden to retreat to the kitchen behind them. "i ain't afraid of you no more. and i ain't gonna let you go after uncle sammy like you're some mad man." she countered, waits to see that eden is to safety and keeps her father's attention on her. "i'm the mad man? all i ever wanted to do was to protect you and jackie, that's why i did what i did canary, i was doing it to make sure you and jackie had the funds to go through those fancy schools you all wanted to go too. i kept my promises, samuel ruined them. he ruined us. our family." he explains, waving his gun around as karisa goes rigid. "no, no, you did that. you ruined us. you were never the same after mama died, you hated us, if you loved us - you would never, you would've never did all those horrible things you did to us." karisa replied, through clenched teeth as tears brim the corner of her hues. "i was getting you ready for the real world that's all baby, i could've did better. i know that, i know i could. and i'm here to fix that - after i get rid of samuel for good, i can be here, we can be a family again. you, me, jackie and nikki."

her blood boils, trembling raised hands turn to fists as she points a finger at him. her free hand motions for the girls to take off to her room, so she could follow behind them. "no, you don't get to talk about my son! you're not going anywhere near him! you hear me! i'll kill you before you even tried to get within a five hundred mile radius of my boy."

girls night was everything she needed right now, eden was tired and really hadn't felt herself for the week prior. she'd felt heavy, but then she was heavily pregnant now, and somewhat tired of the sore ankles, the difficulty of getting up and down, the need to go to the bathroom at every inconvenience, as she was doing now. "oh you know what girls?" she sighed as she closed the bathroom door behind her. she might have felt crappy right now but she was glowing, her hand moved her top over her bump. "i will not miss needing to pee, all the time." she half groaned over it and rolled her eyes.

"i'd love to say i have any advice, but i've never been more excited for someone to give birth— well, i was excited for you risa! obviously, but like, now we're older and i've some idea what to do if someone hands me a baby!" winnie swirled her wine in hand, though she did feel a little bad that eden couldn't drink with them. apparently orange juice was everything to her right now. "i mean, we've boy experiecne now!" winnie exclaimed. "i still can't say thank you enough for those clothes 'risa and honestly winnie, when this boy can learn to read, we all know you will end up being the favourite."

with the knock at the door eden waved her hand to them and popped one of the plates little pastries into her mouth. "ive got it, already up." she went to the knuckles rasping the door and as she opened, she was sure her heart stopped. all she saw was the gun, the barrel of a gun pointed right at her. air had been stolen from her lungs and she stared, wide eyed and petrified at the face before her. she'd never been so still. "'risa..." you could hear it, that something was very, very wrong. the male eyes gestured for her to say it again. "k—karisa." her voice broke. @imrtale !

#halo full of fire ╲ karisa › conversations.#gun tw #hostage tw

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idle-compy · 4 years ago

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alright! here's some mostly incomprehensible thoughts I put down as I was watching

warning!! below consists of spoilers!!

SWIMSUITS

DARIUS AND BROOKLYNN PRANK TEAM YEAH

BROOKLYNN ASKING SAMMY IF SHE HAS A CRUSH ON YAZ AAAHHH

BLUE

KENJI DANCING AAAHAHA

BENJI FIGHT SORTA

E750 IS TERRIFYNG THE HECK

SAMMY NO

SAMMY IF YOU DIE I WILL RIOT

SAMMINA FLASHBACKS

YES BEN BLOW SOMETHING UP

"ben you beautiful, disturbed, beautiful boy"

KENJI PRETENDING TO BE A COW TO MAKE SAMMY FEEL BETTER

I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE

YAZ RUN ISTG

YOU CANT KEEP BREAKING YOUR ANKLE YAZ THAYS NOT HOW IT WORKS

NOW WOULD BE THE PERFECT TIME FOR AN EXPLOSION BOYS

HECK YEAH THERE IT IS

YEA KENJI BE THAT COW

YAZ YOU QUEEN GO SAVE YOUR GF

SAMMY NO AAHHHH

YEAAHHHH

DINOSTAR HUG YEAH

KISS KISS KISS

BEN STOP RUNNING OFF

DARIUS YOU CANT JUST RUN OFF TOO GUYS PLS

yaz that was rhe most unencouraging "you got this I believe in you" she's straining so hard

BEN HOLDING DARIUS UP FROM FALLING THE PARALLEL

BEN QUIT BEING DEPRESSING AND ANGSTY

pls they're all freaking out yaz quit trying to be encouraging and supportive

"you're kindness is killing us"

"I'm not leaving the island" BEN STOP

"I'm happy" "I'm more me on this island than ice ever been"

ben and darius quit fighting bumpy's upset

WAIT NO THIS FIGHT GOT PHYSICAL BOYS STOP

THE DIALOGUE IN THIS FIGHT IS SO FUNNY

BEN REALLY GOT READY TO PUNCH DARIUS SWETIE NO

"I'm not abandoning you again" darius I'm gonna cry

PLS THEIR ACTING LIKE A MARRIED COUPLE AROUND BUMPY PLS

BUMPY HAS A HERD

DINGUS MAKES A RETURN

BEN PULLING OUT THE I LOVE YOU LIKE HE DIDNT JUST TRY TO SOCK DARIUS IN THE FACE

TWO E750SSS????

KENNJ TURN THE BOAT AROND THEYRE ALIVEEE

YES DARIUS YOU ROCK THE CAPTAIN HAT

NO POOR BABY DINO

yeah kenji you do those dino sounds

BABY FOUND ITS MAMA

DARIUS GIVE THE GUN TO SAMMY

GOD THAT SCORPIOUS IS A NEVER ENDING JUMP SCARE JEEZ

YEAH BLUE ATTACK THE SCORPIOUS YOJ GO GIRL

BLUE AND DARIUS ARE FRIENDS YEAH

THEY KNOCKED DOWN A BUILDING

"you guys are my family" ben don't make me cry

don't say goodbye ben go with them GO WITH THEM

oh great I'm crying

KENJI NO TURN THE BOAT AROUND BEEENNN

MORE I LOVE YOUS AHH

HE CHANGED HIS MIND YEAH BEN GO BE WITH THEM

BOY CAN SWIM

HELICOPTERS

LADY THERE ARE ONLY 3 KIDS IN THAT HELICOPTER TURN AROUND THE HECK

MOSASAURUS

DR WU

GOD THE KIDS DIDNT EVEN KNOW THEY WERE OUT THERE FOR 6 MONTHS

LADY YOU CANT WRECK A HELICOPTER WITH 3 KIDS INSIDE THATS NOT HOW YOU RESCUE

sammy picking up ben like hes nothing omg

BROOKLYNN NO YOU CANT SACRIFICE YOURSELF FOR A LAPTOP

hawks is the bad guy I see

the adults in this show enjoy hurting kids a little too much

BARYONYXS

yeah brooklynn threaten dr wu I believe in you

kenji has been an emotional disaster the whole season HE LOVES HIS FRIENDS SO MUCH

"suure what could go wrong except I don't know EVERYTHING"

brooklynn is absolutely DESTROYING this man

kenji stop KENJI STOP

Kenji going rogue to save brooklynn MY HEART

this is the SECOND TIME kenji and brooklynn have been chased by a big scary man

DUDES OUT HERE TRYIN TO KILL KIDS WITH A HELICOPTER SIR?? SIR???

KENJIS MAD MAD

NOT IT ENDING WITH KENJI AND DARIUS ON BAD TERMS

CLIFFHANGER NO

OK SO LIKE OVERALL THOUGHTS I WILL BE MENTALLY SCREAMING UNTIL THE END OF TIME

#ok so like #YEAH #that season was AMAZING #jurassic world camp cretaceous #camp cretaceous #jwcc spoilers #s3 #i didnt start on these till like episode 3 oops #my posts #camp cretaceous spoilers

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 4 years ago

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Dinner at the Salazars’, take 2 | Venji

Summary: Benji is invited to have dinner at the Salazars’

Pairing: Victor Salazar x Benji Campbell

Word count: 1192

A lot had changed since the fiasco dinner.

Victor had finally taken the big step and was no longer a virgin. He and Benji had their first fight - and break up. They were a lot better at communication, which had caused the downfall of their relationship. Pilar was now dating Felix and Victor's parents were back together, although still not living together. But, most importantly, Isabel had come around and grown a lot more accepting of Victor and his sexuality - and by default, Benji.

The Isabel from six months ago would've never gone to Brasstown, on her own decision, to have a conversation with Benji and apologize - and bring him a tupperware. When Victor would come home, she'd sometimes ask how Benji was, which warmed Victor's heart. And if he liked the chicken.

Victor was proud of her progress.

But, the time had come and Isabel wanted to invite Benji for dinner.

Victor wasn't opposed to the idea, he'd love nothing more than to have his boyfriend over for dinner, but after the last time, he couldn't help but be a little nervous. Was Isabel truly ready to have dinner with her son's boyfriend?

''She promised she'll behave and be nice to him,'' Pilar said, trying to reassure her brother.

Victor sighed, switching his shirt for another one. He didn't like the grey one anymore. ''I know, but the last time I invited Benji for dinner-'' He looked down sadly, getting flashbacks. ''We all know how terrible it went. I'm just scared it'll go wrong - again.''

All Victor wanted was for his family to get along with his boyfriend - especially his mom. He was a huge mama's boy and it broke his heart when he understood that she didn't support them.

''It'll go well, Vic. She wouldn't have invited him if she wasn’t ready. And, I think I saw her pull out the baby pictures this afternoon. Prepare yourself to be embarrassed.''

Baby pictures were embarrassing, but Victor had already lived the most embarrassing moment of his life. Baby pictures couldn't be worse.

The doorbell buzzed, interrupting the two siblings and Victor stilled. It must be Benji. He left Pilar and went to get the door.

''Hi,'' Benji said, standing in a creaseless button up and perfectly styled hair. He smiled at Victor and leaned for a simple greeting kiss.

Victor smiled into the kiss and wished he could kiss Benji some more, but making out in front of his mom would be pushing too far. ''Hi. How was the drive here?''

Benji had gotten back his license two weeks ago and getting back behind the wheel hadn't been a piece of cake. The car accident was engraved in his mind and, although he was sober now, driving was sometimes too much. So, he stuck to small distances for now.

''Okay.''

''Are you nervous?''

''Are you nervous?'' Benji asked back, raising an eyebrow. Victor didn't have to answer, Benji knew the answer just by looking at him. He took his hand in his and brought it to his lips. It'll be okay.

''This chicken is really good, Mrs. Salazar. Tastes even better when freshly cooked,'' Benji complimented, recognizing the dish as the same one Isabel had brought him at Brasstown. It was also the same one she had tossed in the trash after seeing him and Victor kiss through the window. ''My mom tried to have a bite, but I was finished before she could get a fork.''

Isabel smiled at him. Pollo guisado was her specialty dish, but it was always nice to hear that someone liked it. ''Thank you, Benji. I'll pack you the leftovers if you'd like.''

''That would be really nice.''

''Benji just got promoted as coffee master,'' Victor announced, making conversation and trying to make it less awkward at the table and break the ice. It was smark of Benji to compliment his mom about the pollo guisado, but there was only so much that could be said about a chicken dish.

''Oh, congratulations,'' Isabel said. She had no idea what that title meant, but being promoted was always a good thing.

Benji swallowed his bite of chicken and shook his head. ''Victor makes it sound like it's a major thing. It's not.''

''It is!'' the raven haired boy insisted, looking at his boyfriend. ''It was time Sarah recognized your coffee making talent. No one does coffee like Benji. I was a disaster when I started at Brasstown. I didn't even know the difference between an americano and a macchiato was. He even managed to teach Felix how to make decent coffee. Without him, he would've poisoned customers all summer.''

Isabel and Pilar laughed, remembering how Felix failed popcorn when he was having a movie marathon with Victor two weeks ago. All he had to do was put the bag in the microwave. The smell of burnt popcorn had lingered in the apartment for days.

''Being humble is a good quality, but Victor is right. You should be proud of your new title. Even if you think it's not a big deal. We ought to celebrate our accomplishments, no matter how big or small they are.'' Isabel glanced at her son as she said the words. ''Now, who's ready for dessert? I made coconut pudding.''

After dinner, Victor went to the bathroom and, when he returned, he caught Benji and his mom talking about music. Victor smiled, looking at them. This was major progress and Victor didn't expect something like that to happen tonight.

She and Benji didn't duet musical numbers like she did with Rahim, but they had a long conversation and used a lot of musical terms Victor didn't understand.

When it was time for Benji to leave, Victor accompanied him to the door and into the hallway - for more privacy.

''I think it went pretty well,'' Victor said, closing the door behind them. It was late so they had to be quiet. ''Next thing, you and my mom will be playing piano together.''

Benji huffed a laugh. ''Slow down, babe. I think there's a still long way to go until we do something like that.''

They weren't close to start a band together, but perhaps music will be the common ground that will bring them closer after a difficult start.

''I think she was really happy to have someone to talk music with. Pilar, Adrian and I used to be in the church's choir back in Texas, but that's about as musical as we are. And Dad can't tell a guitar from a bass guitar.''

Armando was terrible when it came to music. He tried to get Pilar the new Billie Eilish album for her birthday and almost bought Taylor Swift's. They're both blondes, it's confusing to him.

''I should get going before it gets too dark,'' Benji said. He didn't want to leave, but he was opening the café in the morning and needed to be up early.

Victor pouted, but didn't hold him back. ''Okay.'' He cupped Benji's face and kissed him - this time a little longer. ''Message me when you're home.''

#benji campbell #Venji #love victor #victor salazar #victor x benji #benji x victor #i dind't re-read it so sorry if it's trash #venji prompt #please send prompts

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leigh-kelly · 4 years ago

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Until We’re Seventy

My heart is with you all right now. I just needed to get out this urge of seeing Santana happy and at peace. I hope it brings you peace as well.

You step out of the car and your breath catches. Brittany, she sees it, she always sees you, and she steps to your side, placing her hand on the small of your back. Forty years ago, you never would have imagined you would see this day, you never would have imagined that anything close to this would happen in your life. Your son, the life you carried under your heart for eight and a half months, the baby that was placed in your arms by your beautiful wife, the little boy who teetered into your arms and told you he loved you is getting married. You never thought you’d see your own child get married, because you never believed you were deserving enough of happiness to have one at all. But then came Brittany.

Looking over at her, she smiles at you. It’s a smile she saves just for you, one that tells you she loves you without a single word. You know that you have one for her too, and you give it to her in return. She moves her hand from the small of your back and takes hers in yours. It’s time to go inside, you know that, but just for a moment, you lean your head on her shoulder, you think back to the day you both blurted out at exactly the same time that you wanted a baby. You think of all the hopes and dreams you’d pinned on your sweet Benjamin, and you think that today, he’ll be fulfilling the one you’d wanted to most of all. To be happy and loved, just as you found with his mother.

When you get inside, Benji is standing with George, Mercedes’ son and his best friend. They’ve known each other nearly since birth, when Mercedes got pregnant three months after you did, and George will stand by his side, his best man, the only one that just gets him as much as his bride does. Benji looks over at you and he grins his big grin, the one Brittany says he got from you, and you feel tears well in your eyes.

“Mama, you promised.” He rolls his eyes, but his grin doesn’t fade.

“Our baby boy is getting married.” Brittany tells him, squeezing your hand. “We’re going to cry.”

“I’m not even crying.” Your eye roll mirrors Benji’s and he and Brittany laugh.

“Aunt Santana, we all know you cry all the time, it’s cool.”

You hug your boy and you know that you have to leave he and George to get dressed, so you step into the lobby of the hotel. You think that you want to memorize every light fixture, every flower, just as you did on your own wedding day. It’s been thirty years since you married Brittany, but every detail of the barn where she was born is burned into your mind. She has you tell her sometimes, little things she’s forgotten and she always looks at you in this soft, sweet way, the way that makes you love her more—more, more, more, every day for thirty years—and she kisses you.

George peeks his head out and he tells you that Benji is ready. Walking into the room, you see him there, bowtie still untied, hair a mess, and you mother him. Brittany ties his tie and you fix his hair, doting over him the way you did when he was six and you took him to his first movie premiere. It was your first family movie and you watched as his little eyes widened when he took you in on the big screen, pretending to be someone else’s mother. You’re my mama, not hers, he’d told you matter of factly and you’d kissed his head, promising that he’d always be your baby.

Once he’s ready, you go back out into the lobby and he leads you to the back patio where the reception will be held. You know that it’s always a big spectacle for the brides—even if your own wedding involved two grooms who’d walked you down the aisle—but you and Brittany each take one of his arms and you walk him to the altar. He kisses each of your cheeks and he stands there glowing, just glowing, as you take your seats in the first row.

“Our boy.” Brittany whispers, but you can’t say anything in return, your throat is too clouded by tears.

You cry as his Olivia walks to him. You picture walking down the aisle to Brittany, knowing that for the rest of your life, you’d get to be with your greatest love, your best friend. You sit back down and Brittany wraps her arm around your waist, pulling you to her. You know she’s thinking of the same things, of your wedding day, of the day Benji was born, of every day that brought you to now. Your life, it’s been full of good things, it’s been full of the best things, and every single day, you’re grateful.

It isn’t until later in the evening, after you’ve greeted all of your friends and family, after you’ve had dinner and cake, that you get a moment alone with Brittany again. Ed Sheeran’s “Thinking Out Loud” is playing, and you sway with Brittany on the dance floor. You’re both good dancers, Brittany more than good, but you don’t feel the need to show it now. You just want to be in her arms, listening to the words I will be loving you until I’m seventy and thinking that though you’ve had so many years together, you still have so many more to go.

“Can I dance with you?” Benji asks, as Olivia smiles over his shoulder.

“Always, sweet boy.” You tell him as he takes one of each of your hands.

You picture him then at ten, learning to dance with Brittany because he had a crush on a girl and he wanted to impress her at the school dance. You think of your sweet little boy turning into the kindest and most gentle man. You think of all the things your wife gave to him, though she didn’t carry him. You look at them both and you feel the deepest love and most contentment in your soul.

#brittana #santana lopez #brittany s. pierce

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talkfastromance4 · 5 years ago

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For the fliss concept: maybe the youngest of boys throwing a tantrum about not being the baby anymore:(

awww :)

donate to my ko-fi here :) –for a trip to disney world I’m going on in March!

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Noah has always been your little shadow. Clinging to you whenever you’re out in public and staying latched on Ashton’s arms if paparazzi were out and about snapping pictures.

Being four years old and going from the youngest to second youngest was a big change for Noah. When Felicity came home he was confused.

“Why’s baby here, mama?” he asked you as you swaddled her in a blanket.

“She’s home now, so we can take care of her, honey,” you explain just as Ashton comes in.

“Where’s my sweet baby girl?” he coos lifting Felicity up in his arms.

“Daddy, can we play outside?” Noah tugs on Ashton’s pants.

“You and Nolan can play outside, buzz,” Ashton says using his nickname. Noah’s obsessed with Toy Story.

“But daddy!”

“I’ll come out later, Noah, I promise,” Ashton says before cooing to Felicity in his arms.

When Noah comes inside from playing with Nolan, you and Ashton are still with Felicity, this time Benji and Olly are with you, as well. Noah scrunches up his face in a pout.

He runs over trying to get into your lap but Felicity is snug in the crook of your elbow.

“Careful, Noah!” You caution.

“I’m the baby!” he shouts and it causes Felicity to wail.

“Noah! You can’t scream like that around your sister,” Ashton says.

“I’m the baby!” he shouts again then runs to his room and you hear him throwing toys out of his chest.

“Ashton--”

“I got it,” he sighs lifting himself from the couch. You follow behind while trying to soothe Felicity. You find Noah lying on the floor, his little body shaking with sobs.

“Noah, can you sit up please?” Ashton asks gently, he’s rubbing Noah’s back. A few moments go by and Noah heaves himself up, Ashton quickly places him in his lap drying his tears. “Tell daddy what’s wrong.”

“The new baby has mama and you and I...and I don’t,” he chokes out sniveling.

Ashton rocks him from side to side, kissing his forehead.

“You always have us, buzz. Mama and I love you so much, but Lissy, she’s littler than you and needs more help. But you know what you can do?”

“What?” he sniffles.

“You can be our number one helper,” Ashton tells him.

“Not Benji?”

“Nope, not Benji. You, Noah. Mama and I need your help, can you help us?” Ashton asks and Noah nods. “That’s my boy. Can I have a hug?”

Noah gives Ashton the biggest hug he can manage, Ashton hums in happiness then notices you with Felicity. “Can you give your sissy a kiss? She loves you too.”

“She does?”

“She sure does,” you say kneeling down. “You’re her big brother.”

Noah walks to you and kisses Felicity’s rosy cheek carefully.

“I sorry, sissy,” he apologizes and Felicity gives a small smile. Noah gasps. “She does love me!”

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Taglist: @galcalirwin @cashtonasff5sos@wokeupinjapanisabop @myloverboyash @rotten-kandy @tea4sykes @jannimoeller3 @loveroflrh @iovehemmings @cxddlyash

#ashton blurb #dad!ash #ashton blurbs #ashton fluff #ashton irwin fluff #ashton irwin blurb #ashton 5sos #blurbs

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canasimagines · 5 years ago

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-Baby Stark- Tony x School Teacher Imagine

Imagine: Being Tony Stark's fiancé and being pregnant while also teaching at the high school in a class that just so happens to hold Peter Parker.

"Alright class, by the end of the block you should be done with this assignment and Peter will pick it up for me. As of now though. I need to sit." You huffed out a breath waddling back to your desk. You rubbed your extended stomach which as of late was causing you grief as you sat aching. "Psssst. Miss (L/N). Psssssssssssst-"

"What Peter?" You snapped feeling slightly guilty as he winced.

"Are you okay? Do you need me to call Mr. Stark? Is the baby coming?" Peter whispered leaning across the desk leaning towards your stomach. Ever since he was betrothed God-Brother by Tony he had been at your side during all school hours even going as far as to holding you by the arm when you walk. "Peter. I'm fine. He's just kicking is all and quite a lot." You chuckled waving Peter away. He watched you warily still throughout the whole period until the bell sounded signaling the end of the school day.

Peter walked up to your desk handing you the packs of papers with a sickly sweet smile, "Miss (L/N). Well soon to be Miss Stark?"

"Yes, Mr Parker?" You laughed taking the papers as you stood putting your jacket on.

"I really must express my concern of you working so close to the due date. Additional stress can cause the baby stress and birth defects-"

"Peter, baby, is there any chance my dear Fiancé set you up for this?" You asked patting his cheek as you waddled through the room turning off all the computers.

"No-I mean yes- but also this is genuine concern from my part too. Ever since Mr Stark said that baby is as good as my brother I've just had these nightmares that something bad will happen to it. I'd feel a lot safer if you were at the Hospital Ward at Shield.." Peter whispered the last part as you turned the lights off and locked the door.

"I appreciate your concern, P-Money. But this baby isn't going anywhere and neither am I. I've always been a working woman and baby has to live with it. He's not budging anytime soon and when he does I'll stay my ass at the tower but until then-" you shrug biting into a candy bar you pulled from your bra, "YOLO."

You walked up to your ride as Happy quickly strode over taking your bags and helping you into the black car.

"Do you need a ride?"

Peter grumbled sighing, "No thanks. See you tomorrow."

You laid on the bed glasses clad and grading papers with a towel wrapped around your head and a heating pad on your extended stomach as you preached to Tony who was brushing his teeth.

"Can you believe this? Students not knowing the difference between a preamble and an anecdote. Kill me now please." You sighed marking a failing grade at the top of a paper.

"Not everyone is as smart as me you know." Tony said poking his head from the bathroom grinning.

"Oh hush." You smiled poking your tongue out at him rubbing your stomach, "Maxwell is going to be smart, guarantee it."

"Whose Maxwell?" Tony asked wiping his face as he sat at the end of the bed rubbing your swollen feet gently, "Cause it sure as hell is not the body living inside of you right now. That's a librarian name."

"I was just trying it out." You grumbles into the stack of papers.

"How about Noah?" Tony asked. "Too white." You murmured groaning loudly, "This is harder than I thought."

"You know what would make this easier?" Tony asked with a small smile.

"Don't say Not Working because it ain't gonna happen. I love my job I love my students and I love this baby. Everything is under control, Mr." You smile sitting up as best you could to reach his lips which he raised a brow at smiling and met you in the middle kissing you gently and holding a hand over your stomach.

"I really wish you weren't so stubborn." He mumbled against your lips as he moved up the bed.

"You love it about me though." You smirked proudly.

He glared playfully and pulled your tight fitting shirt up and tapped your stomach gently, "Alright baby. Let's get one thing straight. If you come out as stubborn as your mama I may have to stuff you back in as soon as you come out."

You rolled your eyes laughing at that, "Oh hush."

You went into a fit of giggles as he attacked your stomach with kisses. He finally moved to his side of the bed to turn off the lamp before curling against you holding your waist with one hand and the bump with the other. You were content.

"And so, class. As you can see the differences between the puritans and the rationalists were uncanny and a great-" you dropped your expo marker rolling your eyes at yourself and leaned to pick it over.

"NO MISS (L/N)!" the class screeched.

But it was too late.

*Splash* Your water broke and you were left in a squatting position with an expression like a deer in headlights as Peter rushed to your side along with a few others.

"Taylor! Go get the nurse! Marcus, go to her phone and dial Mr Starks number and tell him whats happening!" Peter demanded.

"Oh you were prepare-AHHHH" you screamed gripping Peters hand as he helped lift you up along with some football players and take you down the hall.

"You're okay Miss (L/N) Mr. Stark is on his way." Peter said in a calming voice holding your hand tightly in his own. No more than ten minutes later you lay on a bed in the nurses office groaning and screeching when Tony and Bruce rushed in looking around for you.

"What the hell happened?" Tony asked running to you and shoving some students away to get to your other hand.

"I dropped a marker and went to get it and my whole class watched water flow from my vagina." You seethed breathing deeply.

A few students giggled, "Alright that's it. Everyone out. Back to class. Shew shew. A sub will be there shortly." Bruce said waving his arms for them to leave you.

"Peter you stay." You said taking his sleeve before he could leave, "You get to watch your baby God Brother get born if you want."

"Oh sweet!" He did a dance causing Tony to roll his eyes.

"Well no child of mine is going to be born in a high school so let's get this show on the road." Tony lifted you easily as Bruce followed running and checking your vitals. Peter followed quickly carrying his bags along with your purse and such.

"Tony, she's dilating already we don't have much time left before we at least see top of the head." Bruce called to the front as Tony sped through the streets making many illegal turns to get back to SHIELD.

"Well just hold it in or something!" Tony yelled back as stressed as her and laying on the horn as Peter sat holding his knees in the passenger seat the environment filling him with anxiety. That and the fact there was a woman's coochie stretching just behind him in the backseat.

"OH BRILLIANT F*CKING IDEA ANTHONY. ILL JUST SUCK HIM RIGHT BACK UP AND TRY AGAIN AT A F*CKING TIME THATS CONVENIENT ENOUGH FOR YA!! IS THAT WHAT YOU GOD DAMN WANT?!"

Tony gulped paling from the front seat as he pulled into SHIELD and a whole paramedic team greeted the car with the best surgeons and Gynecologists they could find.

"Mr Stark. She's scary." Peter said running after him as they wheeled her away to get the baby out.

"I know. It's so hot." He breathed running past a vending machine and doing a double take before deciding this was WAY more important.

Peter blushed and as soon as they stepped into the room you were spread eagled and nurses were wrist deep in to get this baby out.

*THUMP*

The team and you all looked over to find an unconscious Peter Parker laying on the ground.

Tony rolled his eyes but called for more doctors to get another gurney and wheel him next to you pulling the curtain.

Hours and hours later Peter woke up to silence.

He stood slowly from his spot on the gurney and pushed the curtain aside to see you laying on your bed. Tony laying beside you and a bundle in both your arms.

"Petey. You're up." You smiled happily.

"Pete, first name that pops in your head. Go." Tony demanded.

"Benji." He answered quickly. There was a movie named Benji about a small dog which aunt May and him would watch together.

"Benjamin Anthony Stark." You smiled softly down at the bundle.

"Little Benji Stark." Tony cooed tearing up, "Aweeee I'm a daddy."

You smiled tearfully as you beckoned Peter over with the nod of your head. It was then he got a good look at his "brother". His brown tufts of hair peeked from the blue cap on his head and his tiny hand gripped Tony's finger in a death-like vice. His big blue eyes gazed up at Peter in wonder and he held a hand out for his finger as well.

"Awe hello Benji...." Peter cooed laying on the other side of you as you made room. He took the baby's hand as you passed him over to him.

"Oh I'm going to teach you so much. You'll learn baseball, and bicycling, and bioengineering. All that easy stuff." He cooed as you snuggled into Tony's chest and he held you tightly grinning proud. "Our boys."

#tony stark #tony x reader #peter parker #pregnancy #marvel #imagine #iron man

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stormembraced-a · 5 years ago

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@analyticallyminded said : 🔗– a memory about their proposal/wedding

there’s a part of her that keeps waiting to wake up. not in the whimsical, ‘pinch-me-i-must-be-dreaming’ kind of way, but in that completely certain, ‘yes-this-is-the-way-things-are-supposed-to-be’ dream logic sort of way. not for the first time, she catches sight of herself in the mirror, and not for the first time, something in her chest snags.

do you think anybody looks at you and sees a wife? do you think he does? her mother’s words echo through her skull for a second, but no longer, before she banishes them, both because her mother has no place here – not today, not for another single, solitary moment in the life she intends on making once this day is over – and because each time she lets her gaze linger on her reflection, on the way the white darkens her hair and eyes and contrasts against her visible tattoos, on the white and sky blue comb that holds her loose curls up ( an heirloom gift from her mama’s wedding: “somethin’ old, new, borrowed, and blue, all in one,” jo had murmured with a teary smile as she’d put it in only a few moments ago. ), when she looks at herself, she can see a wife. damien’s wife. and she’ll be damned if she’ll let the memory of her mother take that from her.

“look at you. my baby sister, all grown up.” benji’s voice takes her by surprise, yanks her out of her thoughts, but does nothing to alter the hazy contentment thrumming through her. if anything, the sight of her brother only strengthens her surety, and now more than ever she’s certain that her choice to have him be the one to give her away was the right one. she can’t remember the last time she’s seen him in a tux, can’t remember the last time she’s seen him clean shaven, or the last time she’s seen the softness in his eyes that she sees now as he takes his weight off the doorframe and approaches her, stoops to kiss her cheek. “you ready?”

she isn’t sure if she’s ever been ready for anything so much as she is ready to be delilah o’connell, but she doesn’t say that, it’s the kind of thing she’d tease the life out of anyone else for saying. so instead, she rolls her eyes, knocks her arm against his in a halfhearted elbow. “course i am, just waitin’ on you.”

as he gestures for her to lead the way, he chuckles quietly, the only way he laughs now, but she feels the warmth in it just as clearly as if it’d been the loud laughter of his youth. she falls into step beside him in the hallway, lapsing into a comfortable silence for the minute it takes them to reach the door that finally allows her heart to race, alight with a kind of anticipation entirely new to her.

she reaches out and benji extends his arm dutifully in the seconds before the door opens and they take that first step forward. her eyes sweep only once over each face, emotion surging up and almost overwhelming her suddenly at the sight of her family, their family, before her gaze locks on damien and the earth beneath her feet settles, and everything else falls away.

⋅ ┋ muse memories. / no longer accepting.

#[ sweet god i am crying ]#[ delilah is. so soft and so so so i n love i am actually crying. there are legitimate tears ]#[ and benji is so so proud and happy for her he's almost in tears ]#[ i'm a wreck goodbye this is how i go ]#riskembraced #⋅ ┋ i think i was born to love you. / ft: damien o'connell.#⋅ ┋ i know how it feels to hang pictures on the wall. / arc iv.

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tiny-maus-boots · 5 years ago

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Wild West AU ch 13

A/N: Many many many thanks to my bestie @chloes-yellow-cup who listens to me bitch about writing, betas my work, pats my head and tells me my words are pretty and then posts on ao3 for me so I don’t delete my work immediately after posting. She’s amazing and I love her.

Aubrey

She didn’t want to leave Stacie behind but she didn’t dare look back at the other woman. One sight of Stacie standing alone on the bluff would keep her from doing what must be done. Aubrey sucked in a deep breath and slid through the narrow fissure into the dark cool interior of the mountain. She could hear the sounds of people laughing and talking, even the faint sound of someone playing a fiddle, but she couldn’t see them and the ledge was far too narrow for her to lean over. She only had one option really, to climb down into the mess hall and search for Kat and Emmy.

Carefully and as quietly as she could she eased down the ladder and peeked around the edge of the wall. Plenty of Jesse’s boys were sitting around drinking, completely unaware of what rode their way. If they knew, if they had even the hint of suspicion they would all be armed to the teeth and ready for a fight. Aubrey hummed softly to herself as she considered how helpful that may be for their retreat. A thick, hairy paw landed on her shoulder and instinct took over.

Aubrey whirled and yanked the body close to her, close enough to bring her elbow into the face of the man that dared grab her. The pained squeal he let out was too loud and too obvious and she kicked at his knee to drop him enough for her to wrap her arms around his neck in a choke hold Avery had used on her far too many times as children. “Shhhhhh. Sleep.”

She waited until she felt the weight of his body sag against her before she released him and pushed him away roughly. It was just another nameless man on Jesse’s team but one she didn’t need touching her. Cautiously she slipped out of the shadow and crept around the edge of the mess until she reached the cook area. With a sigh of relief at not being seen she ducked into the alcove and grabbed a gunny sack from the work table.

“Aubrey? What are…oh Lord. Who’s dead?” Kat’s voice lowered as she spoke, trying to keep secret any bad news she expected.

Aubrey swallowed hard and shook her head. “No one yet. But a whole heap of us any minute if I don’t get you and Emmy out of here right now.”

“What do you mean? What’s going on?”

“Mama! Mama they have him! I know they do!”

Before she could explain Emily came careening around the corner into the small room, nearly colliding with Katherine in her haste. They both turned to her confused and alarmed by the trail of tears sliding down Emily’s face. “Who baby, who has…oh no…”

The question didn’t need an answer. They knew who Emily meant. Her Deputy Benji was the only ‘him’ that Emmy ever spoke of. And the only other person that could cause this much distress in the younger Junk woman. Aubrey slapped her hand down on the table and shook her head in frustration. He wasn’t important to them now. Not now that the plan was underway and he’d given them all the information they had ever asked him for, but he was theirs, for better or worse and they couldn’t let him rot in Penitence. Especially when he was so important to Emily.

“The Army is a little more than a league out by my best guess. There’s no time to waste, I need to get you two out of here and we’ll worry about the good Deputy later.”

Emily’s back straightened even as she clung to her mother and she turned her gaze on Aubrey. It was fierce and determined and despite the fact that she wasn’t going to allow Emmy a say in things, she was proud of her grit none the less.

“I’m not leaving without Benji.”

“Emmy…” Kat tried to console her daughter but Emily was having none of it.

“No! I’ll be damned if I let that sonofabitch Sheriff hurt him so if you don’t want to help me fine! But I’m not leaving without him.”

Aubrey’s lips twitched with the effort not to smile at Emily cursing and dropped her head to hide her face. She couldn’t even find fault with that kind of loyalty because it was the same thing that bound her to Stacie. And the same kind of love and loyalty that bound them to Chloe and Beca. She’d die before she let any of them suffer at the hands of the Sheriff. Or her brother. It was a sobering enough thought and she nodded quickly.

“Alright Em…alright. We’ll get him but not this second. First we run. Then we fight.” Kat gave Emily a reassuring squeeze and the younger woman nodded hesitantly.

Aubrey reached out and gripped her shoulder trying to convey sincerity of her words. “We won’t leave him behind. I promise. But we aren’t any good to him dead or caught ourselves.”

When she was sure she wouldn’t get any more guff she peeked back out to the mess and nodded. It looked as if no one were the wiser. Kat moved in close, standing at her shoulder eyeing the people littered about the room. “Not all of them are Swansons. Not that any of them are innocent, we’re all hiding here for a reason. But not all of them are caught up in your war Aubrey. You let them face the Army without warning then that blood is on you. All four of you.”

Damnit. She knew Kat was right and had already been trying to decide if she should warn them or not. Aubrey gave a nod and pushed back. “You and Emmy take the ladder up to the tower. Stacie is up there waiting for you, y’all get. You hear? All three of you. You get to the girls and you get the hell out of here.”

“Aub…”

Kat opened her mouth and Aubrey shook her head, green eyes narrowing as her stubborn streak took hold.

“I said git. Now.” Kat knew trying would be useless but Aubrey could tell she wanted to argue until she had no breath left to speak. Just as they were about to turn and walk away Aubrey almost lost her resolve, reaching out to stop Katherine from going further. “Tell her…anything you have to. Anything to get her to go. So long as you tell her...tell her I loved her.”

And she did. She loved Stacie with every single part of her being. There was not an ocean she would not cross, not a mountain she would not climb, nor an army she would not face for Stacie Conrad. There was nothing to her without Stacie and she desperately hoped that one day Stacie would forgive her for dying. Because she wasn’t going to survive what was coming. Probably no one left in the caverns would.

“You’re not dead yet so you can tell her yourself.” Kat’s no nonsense tone made her smile a bit sadly but she gave a nod. It was easier to just let Kat believe she was going to be fine. “You’re gonna fight until you’ve got nothing left to shoot at Aubrey. Because that’s who you are, and because you know she needs you still. So you aren’t going to die.”

And with that she shoved the shotgun she had kept stored on a high shelf against Aubrey’s chest and pushed Emily out to the main hall. The cold metal in her hands helped settle her and push back all the regret and doubt that lingered in her mind. There was no time for that, there was only time for action. Aubrey ducked down the hall to the cave where they kept all their supplies and filled the sack with as many shells for the shotgun as she could find.

The blonde worked furiously, rummaging through boxes and bags until she came across a large crate with a bold letter S painted on it. Aubrey kicked over a few tarps and baskets until she found the pry bar and wrenched open the lid. A slow smile graced her face, widening until a chuckle spilled out of her mouth from deep in her chest.

“That’s my girl….”

Quickly as she could she packed what she dared take in the sack and hoisted it carefully over her shoulder. The shotgun rested against the other and she slipped back down the hall as quiet as a church mouse. Emmy and Kat were nowhere to be seen but she suspected they were already gone up the tower. Someone came around the side of the wall blindly and ran into her. He smelled like sweat and dirt, which wasn’t uncommon, but his soft doughy body bounced off hers and she knew who it was immediately.

“Hey…Aubrey. What the…what are you doing here?” Bumper gave her a confused look then frowned. “What’s all th…ow!”

There wasn’t really time to explain so she shoved him out of the way and walked into the center of the main hall. It seemed almost as if no one noticed her at all the way they all just kept on. With a growl she placed the sack on the ground and climbed on to a table currently being used for a game of cards. Aubrey pulled off a glove and raised her hand to her lips to blow out a shrill whistle that silenced even the furthest corners of the cave.

“Listen up. The Army is damn near here. I reckon they’ll cut y’all down just as soon as look at you. You’ve got half a tick to get armed before they ride through the pass.”

Bumper rubbed his shoulder from when she’d pushed him into the rough wall and strutted forward, chest all out like the Beale family prized cock. “So you say. How would the Army even know where to look?”

They weren’t going to believe her. They might even shoot her just for thinking it let alone saying it so she decided to avoid a direct answer. Aubrey took a breath and shook her head. “Because a traitor went and told them where to find us.” It was the best she could do to not outright name him but the way Bumper watched her made her think his mind was on who exactly had told.

Someone else pushed forward from a back table, his voice more of a growl than a human sound. “So what? They want your lot, not us. We should just string you up for them.” It started a round of agreeing laughter but she noted that Bumper was not at all laughing or participating in the joke.

He took a step forward and kicked the chair nearest him. “Y’all shut up now. You think the Army is gonna care about who they shoot? Ain’t we all guilty of something, somewhere?” They ignored him mostly, a few of them maybe listened a little more intently. But for the most part they didn’t care what Aubrey had to say and just assumed ignore her rather than try to argue. Ignore them both. Idiots.

“You’re right about that. They’ll shoot first, the bodies can be sussed out after. Army policy.” He gave her a nod as if he expected that and looked around. There were a lot of men and women in those caverns yet. A few of them looked close enough to believing but they didn’t have time to convince them all. “You can stay if you want to, but if you leave now you might ma…”

The rushed clatter of hooves almost to the mouth of the cave brought all their attention up. There was a tense frozen moment before she leapt down from the table and kicked it over on to its side. The first shot zinged by a group of men to ricochet off the wall and find its home in the face of one of the men still sitting in his chair, cards grasped in his now lifeless hand.

“DOWN!”

They were seasoned fighters, all of them. They knew how to hold themselves in a gunfight. And they knew how to recover from surprise. But it still wasn’t quite fast enough to evade the first few sprays of bullets into the room. Bumper’s heavy body ducked down behind the table with her and she gave a mild grunt. “Told you so.”

“Yeap.” He hefted the shotgun she’d put down earlier and rested it on the edge of the table before pulling the trigger. “I knew it too. You can be a real bitch but ya ain’t no liar.”

It was about all the compliment she would ever get from Bumper so she took it for what it was and let him keep the gun. A bullet winged by her hand as she tried to reach for the sack, finally grabbing it and pulling it toward her cover.

“That’s almost sweet Bumper. Dingo’s been having a real nice effect on you.” He gave her a snort and fired again, taking down a soldier trying to run at them. Around them tables turned over and people scuttled for hiding spots as best they could. Most of them already firing into the void, hoping to hit a target. It was a foolish waste of ammo but she wasn’t about to caution them. A bottle rolled toward her over the uneven ground and she picked it up. It was still mostly full and she smirked. “Stay here.”

“Got no place else to go, Posen.” She dug some shells from the sack and put them near his knee with a pat to his shoulder. It should help him give her some cover. Aubrey scooted out and lunged for another rolling bottle. It was too hard to grab more than a few since most of them were just broken bits of glass and trickles of whiskey scattered on the ground. Another volley of shots peppered the wall just above her head and she tucked down and half crawled back to the table.

It was loud, so loud, with shots echoing in the cavern, too loud to focus on any one area of danger. So she put all her attention to yanking the sleeve off her shirt to tear into rags. She doused them with a little alcohol and stuffed them into the necks of the bottles she’d scavenged. “Hey Bump…”

“Yeah?” He didn’t look at her for longer than a second before firing on another soldier. Bumper Allen was not the person she wished she was back to back with in a gunfight but he wasn’t so bad at the moment. She maybe even felt like they had an understanding between them. Enough to for her to trust him more than she had ever trusted Jesse. At least. Right now.

“Lay out some cover fire for me will ya?” He gave her a nod and loaded the shotgun as she worked to frantically light the rag with her flint kit. It lit up in a brief blaze and she was grateful when it caught fully. Bumper rose slightly and started to shoot into the soldiers spilling into the cave like a swarm of insects. They ducked and scattered from the buckshot but she was right behind Bumper, her height making it easy to throw the glass bottle with all her might to smash against the entrance to the caverns. Fire licked up the wall, consuming the alcohol that had splashed everywhere. Some of it splashing the nearest men and making them scream in pain. Bumper crowed in delight and not for the first time she was reminded of a rooster. She ducked back down and tried to light a second one as he reloaded.

“Got two left, they don’t last long but it will distract them so we can move from here.” He nodded at that but said nothing and she took that to mean he understood her meaning. But just to be on the safe side she continued. “I’ll let these two fly, we bug out. Meet at the train if you survive.”

“You think I might die?” Yes. But she didn’t want to say it so she shrugged and looked around the side of the table to gauge when to throw. It was enough for him and he gave another grunt. “Was it Jesse?” Aubrey turned back to him and gave a short nod making his scowl deepen. “No, ma’am I’m not dying today. I gotta have a little vengeance before I see my maker.” He thumbed back the hammers and raised the gun. They might not be friends, hell they really didn’t even like each other, but it was the most they had ever respected one another she thought.

Aubrey looked at her last two bottles and shook her head. If she was going to die like a sinner she might as well die sinning. She pulled the cork out with her teeth and spit out before taking a long deep pull of the bottle. It burned something harsh and she passed him the bottle for his own drink. “Remember. Get to the train, Dingo’ll be there.”

He nodded and passed the bottle back. Aubrey took another drink before putting a rag in the top and lighting both bottles. They rose together, him in front shooting a line of fire across the entrance, her behind him a lit bottle in each hand. Aubrey didn’t even think, didn’t hesitate, she launched the bottles toward the targets and ducked back down the second the smooth glass slipped free of her hands. A tongue of flame licked up the walls, some of it catching the support beams that kept the entry arch open. That was it for her, she had nothing left to try so she swept up the sack and bolted for the back ladder.

Climbing up it might have gone a lot faster if she didn’t have to lug the sack and the weight cost her some time. Too much time it seemed. A bullet whizzed past and for a minute she didn’t realize it had ricocheted back and struck her. But the liquid fire that raced down her leg as she slid back down the ladder gave her an all too painful signal that she was hit. The burn in her flesh when she moved made her bite her lip. Climbing the ladder was out of the question now. Somehow she’d known she wasn’t going to make it back. Even as she left Stacie’s side to slip into the mountain, she’d known. Aubrey sat up slowly, inching herself to the minimal cover of a few busted chairs and the dead body of another of Jesse’s boys that was slumped over them.

She was going to die there and she knew it. Aubrey reached into her vest pocket and pulled out the last stub of her cigar. It was crushed to pulp and she muttered a very un-lady like curse and tossed it away. The body of the man jolted with the impact of another bullet and his coat fell open, a brand new cigar dropping out of it to the ground beside her. The blonde smiled and grabbed it, biting off the end. “And even in my dying moments he shineth his mercy and light upon me…Thank you Lord.”

If only her father were here to see her now…

Aubrey swallowed thickly at the rise of emotions that swelled up in her chest. She would have wanted him to be proud of course but he never would be, he would never love her. She didn’t regret that in the least however, her only regret was that she wouldn’t get one more kiss and one more night in Stacie’s arms. The only heaven she ever knew. She lit the cigar finally after a few failed attempts, hands too slippery and shaky to hold the flint, and leaned back with a sigh. At least she knew love. At least she knew hope. And soon she’d know peace. The smoke curled around her head as she dug around in the bag until her blood slicked fingers curled tightly on the hard cylinder. They’d all know peace now.

It was too hard to strike her flint now, so she used the end of her cigar to light the fuse on the stick of dynamite and laughed when it sparked and started to fizzle. The whiskey and shock of her wound must have made her damn near delirious because she laughed again before rising in a wobble to her knees to chuck the stick as far as she could across the cave. Another bullet took her in the shoulder and her knee gave with the pain, her vision going gray and blurry at the edges. She was vaguely aware that she was on her back staring up at the ceiling waiting for the blast as the blood seeped far too quickly from her rapidly cooling body but she hadn’t the will to pull herself together. Aubrey blinked a few times then smiled when the ceiling transformed into the shape of Stacie’s face.

“My angel…”

She knew Stacie wasn’t there. But she saw her none the less and thanked God for giving her that one last view of the most beautiful creature she’d ever set eyes upon. Her gloved hand reached up weakly to touch that divine mirage before her eyes closed and her hand dropped limply to her chest.

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purplebenjy · 5 years ago

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1997-Part Four

“Ma?”

“Yeah Benj?”

Benjy shifts his weight from one foot to the other as he watches his mom cut up vegetables for dinner. She looks beautiful in the light coming in the kitchen window, and when she smiles at her son, Benjy almost feels bad for not telling her all of the truth.

Almost.

“I’m gonna crash at Ollie’s tonight, is that okay?”

“Sure, Benj. Are his mom and dad okay with it?”

He shifts his weight again, his hands going into the pockets of his best jeans.

“Yeah they are. But uh, he’s got a dad and his dad has a boyfriend.”

Benjy has to stop himself from wincing as he waits for Suki’s response in the silence. She glances at him as she shoves all the vegetables into the pot.

“Oh. Well that’s fine as long as they’re both okay with you being there?”

He tries not to smile too big at her.

“Yeah. They are.”

“You need a ride?”

“Nah Ollie’s on his way.”

“Come give me a hug, Benj.”

He does, hugging her from the side. They’re the same height.

“I miss when it was just us, mama.” He says in Gujarati, referring to the year or so that Mack had moved out and before Curt, but meaning just his family.

His mom presses a kiss to the side of his head before answering him in Gujarati.

“I know, my Benj. I know.” She smiles sadly at him and tucks some of his loose hair behind his ear.

“Are you happy?” Benjy asks as Curt walks in the back door from work. Suki just keeps smiling at him, still kind of sad.

“I’m proud of you, Benjy. I love you a lot, baby boy.”

He squeezes her hand.

“Love you too, Mama.” He says in English, grabbing his duffel bag and his skateboard from where he left them in the doorway.

“Bye, Curt.”

He glances over his shoulder at his mom.

“I wish you were happy, Mama.” He says in Gujarati. “See you tomorrow.”

As he walks away he hears Curt speak.

“What’d he say? I hate it when you two do that.”

He’s so nervous when Ollie picks him up that he’s incapable of shutting up.

“...so my last oldest brother is about to get engaged or at least I ~think~ he is cause he is cause he was talking to one of my sisters about rings and if I have to sit through another fucking wedding I swear-“

“Benj.” Ollie’s voice has a smile in it as he pulls into his driveway.

“We don’t have to do this.”

Benjy groans and leans over the center console to kiss him as he parks.

“Oh but I want to. I just need to uh, relax. Do you have any wine?”

Benjy is flat on his back and Ollie is kissing down the side of his neck. They’ve been in this position tons of times before, but this time, they’re in the guest room of Ollie’s dad’s house and the only background noise is “Fade Into You.” Ollie tastes like the half bottle of white wine they’ve split and his hair glows in the light of the candles he’s lit.

“Ollie?”

“Yeah, baby?”

Benjy can’t help but smile stupidly at the term of endearment and the breathlessness in his voice.

“I uh...I want you to um...”

He trails off as Ollie starts kissing down his chest, undoing the buttons on his flannel along the way. He kisses Benjy’s skin as he revealing it.

“What do you want Benj?”

Benjy’s hand comes to rest on the side of Ollie’s face, cupping his cheek. He stares into his eyes and the bottom of his stomach drops out, arousal pooling where it had been. Any remaining traces of doubt float away when Ollie smiles at him.

“You. I want-I want to feel you.”

“Jesus.”

Ollie kisses him fiercely, moaning softly into the kiss.

“Benj are you sure? That’s-I thought since I’ve done it before you’d want uh, top...”

Benjy reaches up to kiss him again. “I trust you. I want-god, Ollie I want to feel you. Please?”

Benjy is shirtless now, and he paws at the fabric of Ollie’s shirt until he pulls it over his head. Skin on skin, Benjy sighs at the contact, his hips rising up to meet Ollie’s as he lets out the softest sound of need. They quickly remove their pants, and when Ollie’s hand ghosts up over Benjy’s erection, Benjy lets himself groan as loud as he wants to.

“You’re so pretty.” Ollie says against his lips, which only makes Benjy groan again.

“You like not having to be quiet, Benj?”

Benjy laughs, breathless, reaching up for another kiss “Shut up.”

“I cant. You’re too fucking cute.”

Benjy reaches up and sucks a hickey on Ollie’s neck. His hands wander down his back and push his boxers down, grabbing his ass and grinning when Ollie lets out a noise of his own. Their kisses get more intense, and Benjy laughs when he hears the sound of fabric ripping as Ollie grabs at his boxers.

“You-you want me?”

“So bad, Benjy. So bad. Hold on.” Ollie gets off of the bed and grabs lube and a condom.

“I’m gonna go slow. I wanna have you ready for me. I wanna have you so ready for me.”

Benjy groans, sitting up on his elbows to watch as Ollie squirts lube on his fingers.

“Spread your legs for me, pretty boy?”

Benjy whines. “You really think I’m pretty?”

Ollie presses a kiss to the bottom of Benjy’s thigh. “The prettiest.”

Without warning, one of Ollie’s fingers starts tracing around his asshole, and Benjy’s breath catches in his throat.

“Oh my god.”

“You like that?”

Benjy lets out a squeak, unable to speak at the moment , the anticipation and arousal clogging his throat. Carefully, Ollie’s pointer finger enters him, and Benjy doesn’t hold back the small scream that escapes him at the pleasure and pain of the sting.

“Holy fucking shit-!”

Ollie laughs breathlessly. “Oh my god, Benj.”

Benjy’s breathing is hard as he adjusts to the feeling of Ollie. It’s incredible, feeling him, having him inside of him, the closeness to someone else that Benjy couldn’t have even imagined with another person. Benjy isn’t sure how it could get better than this.

Then Ollie starts moving and it’s all Benjy can do to grip the bedsheets and stay on Earth.

“More-“ Benjy croaks, realizing that if one of Ollie’s fingers feels this good, having his cock inside of him would be insane.

Ollie laughs again, gently pressing another finger inside of him and picking up the pace. Benjy whines, moving slightly so he can watch as much as possible, his breathing getting even harder when his eyes shift to Ollie’s.

“So good-“ Benjy croaks, falling flat on his back as Ollie keeps stretching him out. Another scream escapes him as Ollie starts scissoring his fingers inside of him, and Benjy can’t take it anymore.

“Ollie, Ollie-please, please fuck me. Please baby, please-“

Ollie’s hand that isn’t inside of him holds onto his hip and he smiles at Benjy. He pulls his fingers out of him and uses both hands to pull Benjy to the edge of the bed, spreading his legs further. Ollie stands and puts the condom on, giving himself a few quick strokes that makes Benjy groan. Ollie’s finger teases around his hole as they lock eyes.

“You ready for me?”

“P-please.”

Slowly, carefully, Ollie pushes into him. Benjy inhales sharply as he does, his eyes closing as every color he knows flashes behind his closed eyes.

“Holy shit, Benj.”

“Ollie-“

He starts to move slowly, and the sting of the stretch burns but the pleasure is there too, and the more Ollie moves, the better it feels.

“Okay?” Ollie pants, bending forward to kiss him. All Benjy can do is nod and kiss him back.

“I’m gonna go faster-you feel so good, baby. So, so, good.”

“You too.” He manages around a whine. Ollie’s left hand grips his and his right curves around Benjy’s knee as he holds his legs apart. As Ollie picks up the pace, Benjy starts moving too, pushing himself onto Ollie and moaning when he starts hitting a spot deep inside of him. Everything inside of Benjy starts to shake, and then Ollie slams into the spot and everything bursts.

“Oh my god oh my god oh my god-“

He comes in hot bursts all over his own stomach and chest, sudden and forceful, almost taking him by surprise. Benjy’s vision whites out, on the highest high he’s ever known. When Benjy finally comes down, Ollie is next to him on the massive bed, and he uses the last little bit of his strength to hold onto him.

They lay there for who knows how long, Ollie’s hands playing lazily in his hair. Benjy takes in a deep breath and brings his hand up to trace the side of Ollie’s face.

“You’re wonderful, you know that?” Ollie kisses his palm before responding. “So are you.”

Benjy shakes his head.

“Nuh-uh. Not like this. Not like you.”

Ollie just smiles at him sleepily, slinging his arm across Benjy’s chest. He looks so happy, but now that the post orgasm haze has cleared, all Benjy can think of is how sad he’d looked at the beach yesterday.

And how even though Benjy made him look that happy now, he was always going to be making him look sad too.

“You’re so wonderful.” He says again, which makes Ollie open his eyes and look at him. Benjy wonders if he can hear the difference in his voice. “And I’m not being fair to you.”

“What do you mean?”

The way Ollie’s eyes dance lets Benjy know he already knows. But Benjy needs to say it.

“You deserve someone wonderful. Someone’s who...I’m not out, Ollie. I cant’t-I can’t really be your boyfriend if I’m not, can I?”

His sadness is back now. And it’s Benjy’s fault again but it’s somehow even worse than yesterday, because this time he’s done it on purpose.

“I don’t care about that, Benjy.”

Benjy takes Ollie’s hand and kisses his knuckles.

“But I do. I do a lot. I don’t-“ Benjy hates himself for the way his voice breaks.

“I can’t be everything you need.”

Ollie doesn’t say anything in response, he just wraps both of his arms around Benjy and holds him tight, his chin digging into Benjy’s shoulder. Benjy almost wants to cry, but instead he takes a deep breath, loving the feeling of his back pressed against Ollie’s chest.

“So you’re breaking up with me?”

Benjy shakes his head.

“No. But I’m telling you that you can break up with me. When you need to. When you...when you find someone.”

Ollie sighs against him, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

“I don’t know if I can ever find someone who can replace you.”

But he does.

It’s two weeks after school starts back up. The summer finished like it started, but back to school felt like an invisible timer that neither of them were talking about. They sleep together whenever they can, and knowing that each time it happens could be their last makes each kiss all the more special.

Benjy knows it’s all over when Ollie’s car is in front of his house when he gets back from school. It’s quick and expected but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t make the corner of Benjy’s heart tear off.

“What’s his name?” Benjy says before he can stop himself, rubbing the back of his hand against his eyes to wipe a few stray tears.

“Benj...”

“No I know, I know. I wanted this for you. I’m-“

Ollie cuts him off to give him a deep, emotional kiss.

“I want you to be happy, Ollie. That’s all I want.”

Ollie puts his hand on his cheek.

“Ryan.”

Benjy sniffs once, nodding and pulling away from Ollie’s touch. “He better make you happy or I’ll kick his ass.”

Ollie laughs wetly. It’s Benjy’s turn to kiss Ollie, and, knowing for sure it’ll be their last one, he makes it count.

“Thank you. For this summer. For pulling a knife. For kissing me. For...” He trails off and smiles at him. “Yeah. Bye Ollie.”

He gets out of the car and takes a deep breath.

“Benjy.”

He turns around, rubbing his eye and still smiling.

“Yeah?”

“You’re gonna be enough for someone. When you’re ready to be.”

His smile grows and a little bit of the sadness in his chest lessens. His first boyfriend waves goodbye as he pulls away from the curb.

Benjy realizes for the first time just then, when his heart is breaking, that Ollie had held a big piece of it.

He mopes around for a few weeks, sullen and quiet. He paints and repaints scenes of famous couples breaking up, getting some relief watching Marilyn Monroe dump JFK, Romeo tell Juliet to fuck off and Kurt tell off Courtney.

He starts to feel a little better, and that’s when Curt decides to pounce.

“Where’s your little video game friend been?” He asks over dinner, when his mom is going back into the kitchen to get more potatoes. Benjy takes a big breath in, closing his eyes and counting to ten.

“I asked you a question, Benjy.”

“Why do you care, Curt?”

Suki comes in with her eyebrows in her bangs. She looks at her son as she sets the bowl on the table.

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing.” Curt says, stabbing a piece of broccoli “I just wanted to know why the kid Benjy’s all fruity for doesn’t come around anymore.”

And that’s what fucking does it.

“Why the FUCK do you care, huh?! You hoping I’m fruity so you can get in on it or something you old fuck?”

“Benjy!” Suki’s hand bangs on the table in anger, but Benjy ignores her, standing, his hands balling into fists as he stares down his step dad. Curt laughs.

“No, you little prick, I’m hoping you’re a queer so I can kick your miserable ass out of this house and so me and your mother can get on with our lives.”

Benjy throws his hands up in the air, sarcasm thick in his voice as he shouts back.

“Then you’ve got your fucking wish, sweetheart! I like boys!”

The silence that follows his shouting lets what he’s just said settle in his chest and fill with anxiety. He tears his eyes away from Curt’s ugly face and turns to his mom.

“I’m sorry mama.” He says in Gujarati. Suki just stares back at him, her face blank. “I wanted to tell you.”

“Will you fucking stop doing that!?” Curt shouts, but both of them ignore him. Suki stands and comes next to Benjy, her hands folded in front of her. Benjy sniffs, tears coming to his eyes. He’s not sure what’s going to happen. Being okay with Ollie essentially having two dads was one thing, but her own son? When Curt feels this strongly? Benjy can’t live here anymore. Not with him there. Not now.

“It’s him or me, Mama.” He says softly in Gujarati, his voice shaking with emotion.

“Get out.” Suki says softly, looking at Benjy. Curt laughs triumphantly and Benjy feels his insides shatter. That is until his mother smiles at him, beautifully, and takes his hand.

“Curt. Get out of my house.”

He stares at them, looking like an uncooked salmon.

“Excuse me?!”

“I’m done. I’m done letting you bully me and my children. This marriage was a mistake. Get the hell out.”

Benjy expects him to argue, to put up a fight, but Curt just slowly pushes his chair away from the table.

“You’re making a mistake.”

Suki laughs.

“I’ll see you in court.”

The front door slams and Benjy hears a car start as his mom pulls him in for a big hug. Both of them are crying now, and Benjy just keeps apologizing quietly against his Mom’s chest.

“Benjy.”

She holds him in front of him, speaking in Gujarati quickly and freely.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

He shrugs, swiping at his eyes.

“I was afraid. I don’t know. I just figured it out this summer. With Ollie.”

That makes his voice break and he hates it.

“Ollie’s your boyfriend?”

“He was.”

His mom clicks her tongue.

“Oh Benjy baby, baby, baby. I’m so sorry. For all of it. I’m sorry you thought you couldn’t tell me. I’m sorry about Curt.”

“I’m sorry about Curt. I shouldn’t have yelled.”

She laughs softly and kisses the side of his head.

“You didn’t say anything that wasn’t the truth.”

Benjy laughs wetly, and hugs his mom back. He puts his chin on her shoulder and sighs.

“Mama.”

“Hmm?”

“Despite everything, I’m glad it’s just us again.”

She smiles, pulling away from him and holding his biceps. Benjy feels like she’s really seeing him for the first time.

“Me too, Benj. It makes me really happy.”

Benjy gives her a tired smile in return to hers.

“Me too, mama. Me too.”

#drabble #there it be #the end

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You Look Like Trouble (Morning Glory Wine) - Cable/OC

Here’s chapter three! I don’t want to be that person but if you’ve got the time and the inclination, kudos would be great.

Also, here’s a playlist if you’re into that kind of thing. I make them for all my fics. Listen along if you like because the chapter titles correspond to the song.

Taglist: @this-that-and-every-thing-else @ptite-shit @lesbianyondu @chromecutie @gallifreyangrandtorino @ra-ra-rasputiin @akihecko

Mondays suck. The to-do list for the day is always too long, there’s always stuff left over from the weekend, and then there’s the whole week ahead. That's when you've got to go to all of your appointments, deal with life in general. Mondays were just too much.

This Monday, though, was Vivian’s day off. There was work to be done, but not the kind of work where she had to go into the office and hold down small children or bother grown men about taking their medicine properly.

Today, Vivian got to see her kids.

Vivian was in the middle of getting dressed when her doorbell rang. She tumbled out into the hall, tugging her dress down over her head and hopping on one foot to put her shoes on. There was no chance of anything more than a relatively professional dress, ponytail, and a spirited attempt at makeup. She couldn’t remember the last time she made an effort to dress up, but at least the dress was business-y.

The doorbell rang again. When she opened the door, Wade stood on the other side, dressed in the Deadpool suit. Looks like someone else had business to take care of today.

Wade whistled when he saw her. “Look at you! I thought the white coat just came included with the special features! What are you up to today?”

“Parent-teacher conference for Shelly at the middle school today,” Vivian replied, scraping her hair up into a fussy ponytail.

“But I thought you couldn’t - ”

“The ex-husband cannot be in attendance and apparently it’s urgent, so I get to go handle it. Restraining order is against him, not my babies.”

Wade held onto her shoulder so that Vivian could balance long enough to get her other shoe on. “So this is the first time in how long?”

“About a year.”

“Well, I’m sure it’ll be a fun conference. Tell your kids to stop setting off stink bombs or eating Tide pods or whatever it is that kids do for fun these days.”

Vivian was pretty sure that kids didn’t actually do any of those things for fun.

She snorted. “I’m hoping I can take them out for dinner afterward.”

Wade hopped on the couch and stretched out, watching Vivian attempt to finish getting dressed in a timely fashion. “You know where you should go after dinner?”

“Not Sister Margaret’s. It’s my night off.”

He hummed. “I was thinking more about Xavier’s mansion.”

Vivian stopped long enough to stare at him. “Absolutely not.”

“Oh, come on, Colossus wants to talk to you!”

“Yeah, I know,” she replied. “Captain Boy Scout has been trying to sit me down and talk to me about being the school nurse for years. Besides, when did you start rolling out the welcome wagon for the X-Men?”

Wade huffed. “Gimme a break! It’s part of training!”

“What, recruitment?”

“If you come, I don’t have to wear the yellow crop top!”

“Good thing you look good in yellow, because I’m not setting foot in that place,” Vivian replied, grabbing her keys. “Now, let me get out of here, I don’t want to be late.”

Wade opened the door for her, slamming it behind them. “Have fun! Tell the babies that Uncle Wade says hi!”

“They don’t call you Uncle Wade!”

Vivian stood in the school lobby, arms crossed, tapping her foot. She’d been waiting for a solid thirty minutes for Jack to bring the kids, but neither Shelly nor Benji were anywhere in sight. She couldn’t just find the teacher’s room on her own and take care of the problem. She’d never been inside of the middle school, so she didn’t know the whereabouts of the teacher’s classroom.

“Mama!”

A tiny, high-pitched voice preceded the appearance of a tiny blonde girl, like the sound of a bird chirping. Shelly ran towards her, all hundred pounds of middle school girl barreling towards Vivian like a bullet. Benji jogged along behind her, wearing the same grimace that Vivian always gave to Wade when he was overly enthusiastic about something.

She caught Shelly in her arms and gave Benji one of those side-arm hugs teenage boys give when they think they’re too old to hug their moms.

Shelly didn’t stop long enough for greetings. She wouldn’t let go of Vivian’s hand as she pulled her down the hallway. “Lets go get this over with.”

“Hold on, honey, what’s your teacher’s name?”

“Mr. Johnson. He’s kind of a twerp.”

“Why’s he a twerp?”

Benji rolled his eyes. “Shouldn’t you be telling her not to call people twerps?”

“Probably, but I’m your mom and you should be able to express your feelings in a safe, understanding environment. If your sister says the man’s a twerp, he’s a twerp, Benji,” Vivian said. “Why’s he a twerp, Shelly?”

“Well, he called this conference and I don’t think it’s that big of a deal.”

“I don’t even know what happened, Shel Dorado. Your dad didn’t exactly clue me in on that.”

“Dad didn’t even read the letter that got sent home with me?”

“No, Dad just didn’t give me the letter to read. We’re not really allowed to talk, remember?”

“Oh, yeah… Well, I guess Mr. Johnson can tell you,” Shelly said, coming to halt. “This is his room.”

Vivian walked in, Shelly and Benji trailing behind her. The room was the same stringent, basic setup as every other middle school classroom in America, purposefully bland and devoid of hope or fun. Desks were arranged in clinical rows. The teacher’s desk was arranged carefully in the front corner with two chairs across from the teacher’s computer chair.

Benji sat at a desk on the front row while Shelly parked herself in one of the chairs next to the teacher’s desk.

Mr. Johnson stood up and shook Vivian’s hand. “I was under the impression that I would be dealing with Mr. Thorn. We’ve had correspondence about Shelly’s behavior before.”

Vivian sat down in the chair next to Shelly’s. “Well, Mr. Thorn is presently unavailable, as he had something he deemed more important to take care of today. You’ll be dealing with me instead, so why don’t you enlighten me as to Shelly’s behavior.”

The teacher sat down in his chair and scooted it in close to the desk.“She’s been picking a lot of fights lately. I’m just curious as to whether this relating to something that’s happening at home?”

“I wouldn’t know what happens at home, being that Mr. Thorn and I are divorced.”

Mr. Johnson shrugged. “It could be your absence in the home that’s causing this…”

“Well, Mr. Johnson, why don’t you explain to Mr. Thorn that my absence in my children’s life is negatively impacting them so that he’ll authorize visitation,” Vivian replied, liking the teacher less and less with every passing minute. “This, I assume, would only be possible in the event you or the nearest other available pig grows wings and takes flight.”

“Ms. Sharpe-”

“Dr. Sharpe.”

“Dr. Sharpe, I meant no disrespect to you. I wasn’t insinuating anything.”

Yeah, right.

Vivian didn’t have a lot of patience to begin with, but he was testing what little she had. “Why don’t we ask Shelly why she’s acting out? It may be that you’re not addressing her needs as a student. Shelly, what’s going on?”

Shelly looked like she’d rather be anywhere else in the world at that very moment. “Tom and John made it a game to pull every girls’ hair, snap bra straps, pull down our pants. I’ve been telling Mr. Johnson that for months.”

There is a special kind of fury only felt by mothers of girls, because mothers of girls know exactly what kind of pain they’re going through.

“Is this true, Mr. Johnson?”

“She’s the only student who’s complained about this…”

If she didn’t have to set a good example for her kids, Vivian would have definitely punched him by now. “So, what? The testimony of one little girl isn’t enough to make you address this situation?”

“That’s not what I was saying…”

“No, you’re saying that these little boys are touching Shelly and you’re not doing anything about it.”

“She punched Tom Wells in the face and broke his nose.”

“Good,” Vivian snapped. “She did something about it when you wouldn’t. The only thing you’re doing is teaching my child that she won’t be taken seriously.”

“Dr. Sharpe, I have reprimanded them.”

“You gave those boys a slap on the wrist, but you pulled me and both of my children away from our lives to have a conversation about my daughter defending herself?”

“That wasn’t the intention.”

“I know what your intention was, Mr. Johnson,” she said. “I’m a thirty-four year old woman with a medical doctorate. I know exactly what she’s going through and how you’re responding to it because I’ve been dealing with the same thing for thirty-four years myself.”

“Well, if you’re not going to have a conversation with me, Dr. Sharpe, perhaps you should leave.”

“Oh, I think this was a great conversation, Mr. Johnson. And don’t worry, I’ll be pulling her from your class.”

“You can’t do that.”

“Oh, I can’t? Watch me.” She motioned for Shelly and Benji to follow her. “Come on, guys.”

Vivian held open the door so that the kids could walk ahead of her. She slammed the door behind her and stalked down to the lobby to take care of this problem. When you found the business office door, she pulled open the door and looked for the administrative assistant.

She found Lucy, the administrative assistant, waiting for her in her office. “I need you to take care of something for me.”

Lucy looked up at her over the rim over her glasses. “Switch Shelly to a different class? Way ahead of you.”

“How’d you know?”

“I just needed consent from you or Jack to get her out of that class,” Lucy replied, already typing away at her keyboard. “It’s like the more she fights back, the bigger the target on her head.”

“Well, get her off the firing range. She’s got a target on her head because that teacher isn’t doing anything about it.”

Lucy nodded. “I’ll get it taken care of, Viv.”

“Thank you, Lucy. Can you send me updates on things?”

“I will.”

“Thanks again. I’ll see you later.”

Vivian left the office decidedly calmer than she expected to. She motioned for Shelly and Benji to follow her out. The kids followed Vivian out to her car.

Shelly grabbed Vivian’s hand and swung it as they walked. “Can you come to all the teacher conferences from now on?”

Vivian pulled Benji into a one-arm hug as she walked, despite the fact that he looked like he was going to die of embarrassment. “Of course I can. I didn’t even know all of this was going on or I would have been crawling his ass long before now.”

“Language, mom,” Benji said. She was vividly reminded of a smaller, less shiny Colossus as that moment.

“Sorry, honey.”

Vivian climbed into her car and waited for the two of them to climb in behind her. They both slid into the backseat, shoving each other for elbow space. She started the car, put it into gear, and sped off towards the exit.

“Hey, mama?” Benji asked. Vivian’s heart melted a little bit. She hadn’t heard Benji call her that in years . “Can you get me put in a different English class? She gives pop quizzes.”

“No, Benji. Pop quizzes are good for you,” Vivian replied, searching absently for the street she needed to turn onto. “What do you two want for dinner?”

“Pizza,” they said in unison.

Vivian sighed. “How many times have you had pizza this week?”

“Three.”

“Wouldn’t you rather have something healthier?”

“No.”

“What does your father feed you? Jeeze. Pizza it is, I guess.”

Vivian could see why Wade harassed her about getting sleep. If she slumped any lower in her chair she was going to hit the (very bloody) floor.

It was a slow Friday night, which was rare. Friday nights usually meant a steady flow of wounds to stitch up. Thank goodness she’d only had a couple of patients, though. There was no way she would have been able to deal with the Friday night load in her current state of overwhelming exhaustion. Of course, even though it was a slow night, she’d had two difficult patients. Both of them bled everywhere (as is the nature of stab wounds), which only exacerbated her exhaustion. She got both of them stable and stitched up, though.

The time was drawing close to two a.m. She was only sticking around so that she could pay Cable, whenever he decided to show up. Cable didn’t seem like the kind of guy who would skip out on a payment, so Vivian was a little worried that he might have forgotten his deadline, or worse - that he might have had some trouble with his mark.

The mark in this instance was the man Vivian bought all of her medical supplies from. He never stiffed her on numerical counts, but she had long suspected that he was buying the lowest quality items and pocketing the different. Distasteful, unethical - not technically illegal, but none of these practices - his or her own - were legal anyway, so she could do something about his poor business practices. She suspected that it was his doing that all of her supplies had been substituted out and replaced. She wasn’t exactly surprised that he did it - more annoyed than anything. That was fine. She had learned over the years that one must fight back in order to accomplish anything.

She knew how to fight all too well.

Really, she shouldn’t have been worried that Cable forgot his deadline, or failed to meet it. She realized that when the medical room door was thrown open, and in stepped Cable and the mark.

Cable dragged the guy in by his ear and shoved him towards Vivian. “Jimmy here’s got something to say to you, Dr. Sharpe.”

Vivian bit her lip to keep from snorting. She was pretty sure she’d never seen a grown man’s ear twisted like a bad schoolboy’s by another fully grown man. “What on Earth is going on here?”

Cable flicked the man’s ear. There was a little blood. “What do you say, asshole?”

“I’m sorry, Dr. Sharpe!” Jimmy said, grimacing when Cable twisted his ear again. “I’m sorry I switched out your supplies!”

“What else did you want to tell her?”

Jimmy flinched, shying away from Cable as far as he could without running the risk of being flicked on the ear again. “I’ll get you what you paid for, no charge!”

“And?”

“And I’ll buy the placebos back!”

“ And? ”

“And I won’t do it again, I swear!”

Cable slapped him on the back of the head, pushing him towards her. “Now give her the money.”

Jimmy tossed Vivian a hefty roll of cash, which she caught easily. She didn’t bother to count it. Cable would have made sure it was the correct amount.

Cable grabbed Jimmy by the back of his shirt and pulled him towards the door. “Get out of here, and make sure I don’t have to come after you again.”

Jimmy scurried out of the bar, spurred on by bar patrons throwing beer bottles at him. They’d all heard that he’d stiffed their doctor (thanks to Weasel’s loose tongue), and they weren’t happy about it. Who else was going to remove their stitches without pulling and not charge them thousands of dollars like real hospitals do?

Vivian stuck her head out the door to watch him run off, chuckling when she caught sight of the wet spot on Jimmy’s jeans. To be fair, peeing himself was the appropriate response.

Vivian shut the door behind her. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a merc make a mark apologize to me.”

Cable shrugged. “Yeah, well, he was a scumbag. Needed to learn a little humility.”

Vivian couldn’t disagree with that. Most of the people she associated with were scumbags - some more so than others. And yet, some of them weren’t so bad.

Vivian supposed she should pay him for a job well done. She peeled off a section of the roll of cash. “This is what I owe you. Count behind me and make sure it’s right.”

He waved her off. “Keep it.”

What was it with Wade and his weird friends not letting her pay them?

Vivian sighed. “Between you and Wade, I swear… I’ll get a bad reputation if people keep doing work for me for free.”

“I didn’t do it for free,” Cable said, staring at her with those piercing eyes. “You stitched me up the other night. Damn good job, too. The scar’s not even that bad.”

Vivian shook her head. “Wade took care of your bill last week. Next excuse?”

He huffed. “Well, I just…”

Cable didn’t give her an answer, just shuffled from one foot to the other, looking just past her. Vivian suspected that Cable had several reasons for not taking payment from her. Maybe he had some kind of sense of loyalty for Wade, maybe he had some feeling of duty towards her. Damn mercenaries never could talk about their feelings. Whatever the reason, she knew she was going to have to bother him to take her money in the future.

Perhaps in her determination to read his emotions, Vivian stared Cable down too hard. Everything about him was just… entrancing. A little terrifying. Exhilarating. He caught her stare and didn’t look away.

Out of the corner of her eye, Vivian caught blood dripping from his ungloved hand.

“Give me your hand.”

Cable didn’t ask why, he just held out his hand (albeit warily). His knuckles were split and scraped, like he’d tried to swing on someone and hit a wall instead, probably done while dragging Jimmy into her medical room. Vivian took his hand between her own and did her best to look away from his face.

She held his hand for a full minute and let the cold energy emanating from her hands wrap around his. He jumped when his hand got cold, but didn’t pull away.

When she released his hand, he pulled away, hand completely healed. He inspected the fresh pink flesh covering his knuckles. “You’re a healer?”

“Only a little bit. It’s just a secondary ability.”

“Why don’t you use it more often? Seems like it would save some time instead of poking and stabbing all these people.”

“I’m kind of stretching to do it now, honestly. I have the ability to reject events - trees falling over, pianos falling out of windows. It doesn’t work with organic material, for the most part.”

“So how are you doing it now?”

Vivian shrugged. “I don't know. Sometimes it just works. Usually, I have to be pretty stressed, or… really need it to work.”

“Well, I know you’re pretty stressed…”

Ah. So that’s why he wouldn’t accept his payment. She hadn’t pegged Cable for a sentimental type, but that just added a new layer to his otherwise gruff and stoic facade. A shame; it made it that much harder for Vivian not to like him.

Vivian quirked an eyebrow. “Alright, what’s Wade told you?”

Cable grimaced. He must have realized that he’d hit a nerve. “Enough.”

“Explain.”

He explained in that sort of way that Vivian could only describe as infuriatingly stoic. She was beginning to think that this was his own special brand of macho. “Two jobs, two kids, and you never sleep.”

“That it?”

“Isn’t that enough?”

So Wade must have left it at that. Very few people were privy to the full situation. He might have loose lips sometimes, but Wade was unfailingly loyal.

Good boy, Wade.

“And that’s why you won’t let me pay you.”

Cable looked like a man who’d been cornered. Which, he had been. “I didn’t really have to do much. Not like ol’ Jimmy was was hard to bring in or anything. You’ve got other things to worry about that paying me for that.”

Vivian was accustomed to fighting for every good thing in her life. Perhaps she was finally being given something good for once.

“You have a good heart for a mercenary,” she said, folding her arms across her chest. “Wade keeps good friends.”

He gave her the tiniest of smiles - so small that she would have missed it had she not been physically unable to look away from his face. “If you need me to do anything else…”

“You’re first on the list, Cable. Thank you.”

Vivian had met Cable three times now, and in those three times, she’d figured out pretty quickly that she was going to have a tough time keeping her head on straight where he was concerned. She’d been denying herself the prospect of dating or even feeling for so long; denying the desire for emotional or physical care. She had an undeniable attraction to Cable; he was gruff, stoic, intense . It wouldn’t be so bad if he was attracted to her, too…

Vivian had never made a single decision that wasn’t calculated and planned down to the minute. She’d learned the hard way that missteps could be fatal, and she couldn’t afford to lose anything else.

And yet, as Cable turned to leave, Vivian made one of the most impulsive decisions she’d ever made in her entire life.

Vivian called his name and stopped him. “Can I buy you a beer?”

“No…”

Vivian couldn’t pretend that didn’t sting a little bit.

“… but you can let me buy you one.”

He grinned. Not the tiny half-grin from a minute ago, but a real smile. And just like that, Vivian knew she wouldn’t be able to guard her heart from this one, not if he wanted it.

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