#my bff esme

[emcads]

i need to make a public service announcement that esme is immediately distrustful of male presenting villains but such easy prey to women because she trusts femininity implicitly

#// tbt #// moblr #// ooc #every time I write a response to a girlvillain I am rubbing my hands together evilly for esme to be broken #this is esme’s hamartia because she is so inclined to care for and aide other women in a world that is so against them and yet it leaves #her perfectly vulnerable to malicious intent #this doesn’t extend *completely* to effeminate men but it does quite a bit #considering she falls quite easily for boys like jack and james (when he’s cleaned up) and bffs with boys like stede or black sails jack

[nomniki]

star lost ━━ 21 ⟡ skill issue

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Everyone has a unique link to their soulmate, you have the pleasure of knowing whenever your soulmate is lying in the form of tall tales inked across your skin. You don’t expect to find them soon, and especially not in the middle of your nine am lecture explaining why he has no homework.

note ━ AAHHHHH. yn indirect rejection #L IM SO SORRY…..things were going too smoothly we needed conflict. anyways emo yn is mia and bff Ji is going to comfort her alone sorry this took me so long to post i rly jope it’s like. an ok chapter. i promise i’ll try to keep updates more regular 🤍🤍 just clearing some things up!! jeongin never looked at his arm until the last day and morning of where yn was psyching herself up to confess so No he doesn’t know it’s her! jeongin was lying when he said he wanted to meet his soulmate. for reasons……unrevealed. if u have Qs, ask!

taglist ━ @wonieleles @ktttwwn @kiyokoism @leomggg @remiee @seroriis @millksea @4kwp @captivq @faelyncore @wondering-out-loud @ce1ight @luvrhyune @lokideadontheinside @luvdokja @bigsobforskz @8rach4 @sheraayasher @lipstickandloveletters @youmake1mistake @hellm000th @honey-lemon-goose @roci-wolf @hibuki-chan @i-dont-know-me-either @invusblog @ellientaste @feliralte @vixensss @esme-ordaz @reluceo @whats-my-question @autumn-lv @therealhyunjingf @imtoooyoungforthisshit @ashcapybara

#ෆ ۫ 🌑 ꒰ star lost #kflixnet #ficscafe #stray kids x reader #yang jeongin x reader #stray kids x you #stray kids yang jeongin #stray kids smau #stray kids social media au #stray kids i.n #stray kids incorrect texts #stray kids fake texts #stray kids jeongin #skz oneshots #skz scenarios #skz i.n #skz fanfic #skz smau #skz fake texts #skz x reader #yang jeongin oneshots #yang jeongin x you #yang jeongin smau #yang jeongin

[beatricebidelaire]

i call bertrand and olaf “the other b&o dynamic” and i actually have always found them very interesting, despite not on the same level as beatrice and olaf (but that’s a high bar). they actually ….. are quite intriguing as well but i’ve never been quite able to figure them out or pin down the exact dynamic i think they have. there are far less context clues but the clues we do have are painting some kind of picture ….. just i’m not sure which kind.

like, fuck netflix opera night. book opera night clearly states that bertrand had a hand in as well. and olaf’s aware. (whether olaf is aware about kit’s involvement or esme trying to stop kit from passing the darts is debatable and we don’t have evidence either way as he only talked about b&b, anyway that’s a whole other topic). but even as he’s aware it does feel like his hatred is first and foremost beatrice, which also makes sense considering the level of shared history. but he must have some opinion on bertrand as well …. i just don’t know what.

adding the one sided lemony vs bertrand rivalry in the early days and lemony and olaf’s longtime mutual dislike for each other into the mix, it gets even more ambiguous.

and if you subscribe to my kit and bertrand bffs headcanon, considering olaf and kit’s history, how does that play into it? what about bertrand’s dynamics with other firestarters that may or may not be to olaf’s knowledge? everything about ernest and bertrand is pretty much made up by fandom, but georgina’s loathing is canon, so was bertrand saying never to trust an optometrist.

anyway they are so interesting and the most interesting is that after so many years i haven’t really figured them out which makes them more interesting

#bertrand baudelaire #count olaf #mutually collateral damage #vera.txt

[moonlightif]

moonlight is a twilight inspired interactive novel where you play as the oldest swan child after they get attacked by a werewolf at a party and all the chaos that ensures afterward.

warnings: violence, gore, suggestive content, anxiety, torture, animal attack, animal violence, mentions of sexual assault/rape, mentions of attempted suicide, murder. I want to be safe rather than sorry when it comes to the warnings, so if you got any you want me to add, lmk. 17+. Since some of these characters are underage, nsfw questions are not welcome.

disclaimer: there are going to be differences between this and canon twilight. for example: there are real werewolves (not shape shifters) and it's not the whole quileute tribe nor is it tied to the proximity of vampires. jasper was not confederate. while the cullens are a found family, they're not paired up like that (I always found that weird), except for esme and carlisle. imprinting is not a thing. the characters are not gonna be exactly the same: I wanna give them nuances and explore them. the list goes on. please keep this in mind going forward and ask whatever questions you may have.

after endlessly enduring the constant chaos that was your mother's wanderlust, you (and your reluctant and sullen younger sibling) move from your temporary home in arizona to stable and boring forks. it's the perfect opportunity to reconnect with your estranged dad, get ready for college, and maybe be able to relax and take a breath for once.

unfortunately, forks isn't as boring as it appears. after you and a group of friends are attacked at a late night party at la push, everything changes. literally, you begin to physically change into a creature you never could've dreamed existed. and it only gets weirder from there.

☆ semi customizable mc (appearance, certain personality traits, hobbies, style, etc.)

☆ six ro routes (there'll be a poll to determine between certain ros cause I can't decide [I'm a libra, not my fault])

☆ navigate your new life as a werewolf!

☆ discover the who and why you and your friends were attacked.

☆ keep your new abilities (and affliction) a secret....or not.

☆ meet other supernaturals in your area (because there are plenty).

emmett or edward or jasper

Tba when decided

rosalie or alice

Tba when decided

jessica stanley

5'2ft | seventeen | human | genderfluid (she/they)

from the get go, jessica has been attached to you by the hip. whether it is out of curiosity or (what you suspect) jealousy, it doesn't really matter to you all that much. her bubbly and talkative presence has made the transition of living in forks much easier and for that, at least, you are grateful. that being said, the close eye they have been keeping on you might come to bite you in the ass here soon. after all, you've got a new secret to keep.

mike newton

6'0ft | seventeen | werewolf | cis male (he/him)

you caught mike's eye from the moment you stepped onto the scene. you figured, like with most people's fascination of you and your sister, it was based on the "newness" of you more than anything else. regardless, he's funny and kind and not a bad friend to have. he's also the one who invited you to the bonfire at the beach and was there during the attack. now, you can both bond over shared trauma and your new furry forms.

jacob black or embry call

Tba when decided

leah clearwater

5'11ft | nineteen | werewolf | cis female (she/her)

when you spent your childhood summers at charlie's, hanging out with your (self appointed) bff was a definite highlight, if not the best part. despite her mock reluctantance, you both were like two peas in a pod. but that was before you stopped visiting, text messages got left on read, and the distance between the two of you became too big to close. moving to forks, you were hoping to reconnect, but leah has seemed uninterested. after everything that has happened...well, now you have something to bond over.

charlie swan

6'0ft | forty five | (gifted) human | cis male (he/him)

reserved, quiet, and awkward. your father has been like that since before you could remember. and though it's difficult to tell at times, you think he's happy to have you and izzy in his life. more permanently, at least.

isabella "izzy" swan

5'5ft | fifteen | (gifted) human | bigender (they/them)

your sullen, gothic younger sibling. while they hated constantly having their life uprooted when living with their mother, they have mixed feelings about moving to forks. the place is a vibe, but there is nothing fun to do. or so they think.

demo (tba) ☆ faqs ☆ ros ask ☆ side characters ☆ lore ☆ inspo

#twilight if #supernatural if #vampire if #werewolf if #if #interactive fiction #ill set up the blog and stuff later ya boi is tired #hopefully all this makes sense

[buttercupsandboys]

Bubbles: A Lockdown Story

Alfie Solomons x Livy (OFC) x Esme Lee

I wrote this for @cillmequick’s 100 follower “lockdown” themed celebration. 🎉

It was inspired by a tongue and cheek conversation between us about Livy (the female OC from my chapter fic, Sunshine & Rainbows), her BFF Esme Lee, and of course, Alfie.

I hope you enjoy it, lovely! 😘

Summary: The Spanish Flu has come to Camden Town and Alfie is in lockdown with Livy. Turns out she’s not alone …

TW: implied threesome (m/f/f), but this is actually pretty wholesome for me! 🙈 If there’s much interest, maybe I’ll write a smutty part two.

Word count: 929

Note … In this AU, Esme is NOT married to John.

“Livy? You won’t fucking believe this.”

“Alfie? Is that you, darling? I can’t hear you. I’m upstairs.”

Alfie grunts as he hangs up his coat and removes his scarf, still grumbling under his breath about the latest news.

The Spanish Flu has come to Camden Town, and apparently, the health authorities want everyone to stay home. A fucking lockdown, they’re calling it.

He scoffs, shaking his head.

Alfie knows he doesn’t have to follow the quarantine rules if he doesn’t want to; it’s one of the benefits of being the King of Camden Town (of which there are surprisingly fewer than one might think). But he remembers the flu from the war, and he doesn’t want to be a cunt—especially not here, with so many members of the Jewish community either older or vulnerable.

So fuck it, he thinks, trudging up the stairs. He’ll just stay home for a few days and wait for this all to blow over.

It’s a thought that’s infinitely more appealing when he reaches the top landing and spots Livy’s dressing gown draped across the floor.

And then he spots a silk stocking.

And then another.

And then … wait a second.

That’s a lot of fucking clothing.

“Livy?” he shouts. “Where the fuck are you, pet?”

“In the bath, darling!”

Alfie shuffles across the hall, already lost in thoughts of Livy, wet and waiting for him.

But then he hears something.

Something strange.

…

Is that two sets of giggles?

Alfie opens the door, and his jaw drops.

Livy looks gorgeous, as always, with her thick red curls piled on top of her head and her full creamy breasts just barely covered with bubbles. She smiles invitingly, and under normal circumstances, the sight would have his full fucking attention.

But these are definitely not “normal circumstances” by any stretch of the imagination.

“Sweetheart … who the fuck is this?”

“Oh, hello!” Livy looks up, eyes wide like she’s surprised to see him in his own fucking house.

He shakes his head, scanning the room for clues, and spots two bottles of wine on the floor, one of which looks suspiciously empty.

Well, that explains the slightly dazed look on Livy’s beautiful face. But it does not explain the brunette.

Yes, the brunette.

Sitting across from Livy, stark fucking naked, is a beautiful dark-haired woman. Gypsy, if he had to guess, judging from the curls escaping her topknot and the eyes that look like they could pierce a man’s soul.

Alfie swallows thickly, doing his best to avoid looking at her breasts, which are also barely covered with bubbles.

“Livy,” he prompts, still waiting for some sort of explanation.

She sputters—somehow Livy manages to be surprised yet again by his presence—and pink wine drips down her full lips and onto her cleavage. Alfie’s gaze hungrily follows the damp trail, and now he’s the one not paying attention.

“Did you hear, darling?” Livy giggles as she passes the half-empty bottle to the still unnamed mystery woman. “The news about…”—she taps her finger against her lip—“What are they calling it? Oh yes, lockdown!”

Livy smiles, looking quite pleased with herself, and he nods, trying hard to be patient but failing miserably.

“Yeah, I heard the news, pet. Now get on with it. Who is your … friend?”

Alfie would just introduce himself, except it feels wildly inappropriate—although, in fairness, any sense of propriety seems to have gone out the window a long fucking time ago.

“This is Esme,” Livy blurts out happily. “You must remember, darling? From Birmingham.”

Birmingham. Oh no …

“Oh, yes!” Livy replies, and he vaguely wonders if she can read his mind. “Her cousin is married to one of the Shelbys. Thomas! No, no. Not Thomas. One of his brothers.”

“John,” says Esme, finally breaking her silence as she passes the wine back to Livy. He wonders if she’s feeling shy, which would be fucking reasonable given the circumstances, but then he realises that she’s looking him over like he’s one of the whores from down at the docks.

“He’s nice, Livy.”

“I told you, didn’t I? And he’s hung like a fucking—“

“Oi!” Alfie interrupts, snatching the half-empty bottle out of Livy’s hands. “Love, I’m going to ask you one more fucking time. What is Esme doing in our bathtub?”

“Well, there’s a lockdown, Alfie,” explains Livy as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. She shoots him a strange look before lowering her voice to a deafening whisper. “Hung like a horse, Esme, but not very bright sometimes.”

“Ok, that’s enough,” explodes Alfie, standing up to grab towels while the two women burst into laughter.

He holds one out for Livy, who is surprisingly graceful despite the copious amounts of wine, expertly wrapping it around her full breasts. He then places another on a stool alongside the tub before turning to give the other woman some privacy.

“Now, Livy, please, for the love of god—“

“Esme was visiting when someone knocked on the door and told us that everyone has to stay home for a few days. So we thought we might … have some fun.”

Right.

Alfie is grateful to finally get some straight answers, but suddenly he’s very aware that he’s sandwiched between two very damp, barely dressed women.

“Fun,” he repeats, pulling at his collar.

Livy smiles, her golden eyes sparkling with mischief as she drops her towel with a heavy thud.

Then he hears the exact same sound echo from behind him.

Hmm … Maybe lockdown won’t be so bad after all.

#alexbreaks100 #livy x alfie #alfie solomons #alfie solomons x esme lee x ofc #alfie solomons fanfic #alfie solomons fanfiction

[zablife]

Zablife Sleepover Creations

I'm linking all the things I'm creating for my 6 month milestone along with the things my moots have made for me. Check them out!!

🦢 MOODBOARDS 🦢

By @zablife:

❧ Jack Nelson x Obsessed Woman

❧ Luca x Eva in Italy

❧ Miquelon Island

❧ Isaiah x bf fluff

❧ Michael in Love

❧ Modern dark!Tommy

❧ Tommy x Princess

❧ John Travels

❧Salvation-Luca

❧ Alfie x vampire

❧ The French Nurse

❧ Alfie x nurse

By my moots:

❧ Modern AU Alfie x flatmate/soulmate by @solomons-finest-rum

❧ Let's Get Lost and Live Off the Land Esme by @runnning-outof-time

❧ John moodboard by @flysafepapi

❧ Modern AU Jack Nelson x his secretary by @dearshelby

❧ As M' Lady Commands Tommy by @notyour-valentine

❧ BFF! John by @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie

❧ NYC date w/ Luca by @the-makingsofgreatness

❧ Are You Insane Like Me Jack by @peakyswritings

❧Werewolf Alfie (moodboard, blurb, song rec) by @murderousginger

❧Library Date with Michael by @mgcllovdrms

🎧 PLAYLISTS 🎧

❧ John Shelby by @zablife

#zablife sleepover

[negative-speedforce]

what are each of your OCs favorite Kesha songs?

Oh, boy, this one's gonna be fun!

Siv: Eat The Acid. I feel like she wouldn't like most of Kesha's older music, since they don't like radio pop that much.

Jay: BFF (feat. Wrabel). It'd remind him of his high school years, when he'd go out with his best friends and have fun.

Hailey: Die Young (is this choice ironic? Yes. Was it intentional? No.)

Cassandra: Backstabber. This one's just based on vibes.

Ember: Praying. Ember's not much of a pop music person, especially not Kesha's typical party pop, but Praying would probably tickle his brain right.

Esme: Timber. Esme loves to dance, and what's a better song to dance to than Timber?

Arya: High Road. Again, just based on vibes.

Gina: Your Love Is My Drug. Gina's one hell of a girly girl, and Your Love Is My Drug is one of Kesha's "poppiest" songs.

#ask revan #oc shit #Vexic :D #revan is keshaposting again

[theswampsith]

After the dust has settled...

Esme and Seren are the arcane warriors of my DA OCs!

Esme was thrown into the world of violence knowing only how to hide her magic. Her friends teach her some valuable rogue skills and her super cool mage gf might have let her in on a few blood magic tricks that Esme has managed to master.

Seren, on the other hand, felt cursed to live their life as Clan Lavellen's First. After being forced into another role as the Inquisitor, she decided fuck that I want to use a sword. So she did. And nobody could stop them because THEY HAVE A GIANT FUCKING SWORD NOW.

Anyways, they're bffs now.

#esme cousland #seren lavellen #dragon age #my art #my OC #DAO #DAI #fanart #OC art #cousland #lavellen #sorry hawke but u get to host the absolutely unhinged mages pic #da rules are da rules

[destage-arch]

💖💖💖💖 here also, ilu

SEND ME A 💖 AND I WILL SELECT SOME MUSES OF MINE I WOULD LIKE TO THROW AT YOU ! @wyhlds   ( not being accepted right now )

[ 001 ]     evan ‘buck’ buckley & k.im burgess , i would move the whole 118 to chicago for you. but nice crossover point, maybe they meet at a disaster that seems to be the way. [ 002 ]     s.am wilson & esme johnson , look my sam loves my bucky, they’re bffs, and so he should know his wife. and then maybe she has cute friends, and maybe you make them and write them for me. and maybe this is how i win. [ 003 ]     s.am obisanya & dana harper , i just want all the tl things thank u sm. but i think maybe ? he needs ? connections with older people as he’s branching out for advice and support. [ 004 ]    b.runhilde & n.atasha romanoff , i think it sounds sexy and i like when women. hahahah but no they’re powerful women and i think that they should team up thank you so much. [ 005 ]     s.am wilson & d.inah lance , i used sam twice and thats because he’s the best. but crossover time? could be interesting is what i think thank you for attending.

#i went for things we haven't discussed yet #( ... ) OUT OF CHARACTER — BUT I COME BACK STRONGER THAN A 90S TREND.

[screechingsandwichhologram]

HIIIIIII <3333 paragahsakajaa !! I don’t know how to spell it :) anyways explain mayhaps specifics about the characters and what they look like? or maybe the science experiments if you want <333

hi darling <3

its paragnostic which comes from paragnosis which is "knowledge obtained by supernatural means" <3 i thought it was silly and worked well

uhm there's two arcs. arc one is just elise and ripley and warren and charlotte trying to figure out what the fuck is happening and then arc two is when teddy comes along and they have to deal with the family and stuff

so . i don't really have designs for maris and eula and howard and gladiolus and them quite yet but i do know that gladiolus has a dark red joan of arc type bob. and that's all i got for them lmao just as like a preface a lot of stuff is still in the works

ripely is the main character (they/them, nonbinary, aroace) and they are around 19 ish ? maybe ? idk maybe a bit older. anyway they typically wear baggy hoodies and cargo pants and for the first arc their left eye is covered by hair. uh they have amnesia in the first arc too and lives with warren and works for elise. then they figure out that their supernatural half was separated from their body and they figure out how to merge it together again and then their hair isn't covering their eye and such. also they are the creature of lost media which covers A Lot of stuff btw. oh and also they aren't comfortable with talk about sex and stuff so that's how i'm avoiding writing about sex 👍

and then there's warren (any prns, transmasc genderqueer, queer) who is punk and stuff. warren is an informant and information broker but if they get hired by a pig or styler (rich, govt ppl) then they give false information and stuff. uh they also work in a mechanic shop? warren wears liberty spikes all the time (he's hiding horns lmao) and baggy pants (hiding a tail). in the first arc the crew doesn't know that she's a creature but then they find out. gear is a creature of the sun btw it's quite silly. he is super old but like mentally 20 ish? but basically his turning into a creature was fucked up by the family so hes a little fucked up and in hiding from them and she also tries to stop creatures from turning others it's a whole thing

elise is my favorite lmao. she uses she/her and elise in public but with her close friends she also uses she/he/they and henri. uhm shes completely normal and is the manager at a convenience store that ripley works out. uh she's just def queer but she doesn't label anything. she's transsexual and also goth <3 uhm she's amazing and yeah

charlotte (she/they, transfem, queer) is elise's roommate and also maybe something more? their relationship is very ambiguous it's def sexual but maybe not and who knows. well they do and they are completely happy with how it is but it's very ambiguous and hard to define. she's related to a big huge mob family except bc the world is so so bad the mob family isn't even bad so. she loves arson btw she's very silly like that. oh and she's human. she's uhm. kinda like tiktok coquette with the bows and pink and stuff but she listens to goth music and doesn't really act like it ig.

thaddeus (he/him. general queerness and transness is left vague on purpose bc he doesn't really know and it isn't really important) (also called teddy btw) is the reincarnation of esme who was warrens bff back when they were mortal. he's always destined to die of illness at a young age, so teddy is super sick all the time. teddy is warrens best friend, and does not know that he's caught up in all this esme and family stuff. he only really comes up in arc 2 where he starts getting possessed by eula who found him. btw the family (eula maris howard gladiolus) want to find and bring into the family warren and teddy. warren and the crew try their hardest to help teddy bc it's really bad but they can't and then eventually they sit down and talk to the family and create a plan bc teddy doesn't want to die but the only way that can happen is if the family turns him. the family has to fix their shit bc they have done some bad stuff and they do actually try to get better so then they turn teddy and the cycle is broken. teddy is a creature of the earth btw.

eula (she/they, transfem, bi) is a creature of sound. shes really old kinda and was turned by maris and howard and is dating maris and is howard's daughter. she uhh. she finds teddy bc sound also can be applicable to video calls, voice chats, videos, and regular phone calls. she doesn't realize that teddy is esme at first, and just uses him to do the regular possession and feeding and such (creatures must scare humans in order to feed and survive) and then is like oh shit this is the little sibling that my dad keeps telling me to find. and yeah

maris (they/she/it? i haven't decided on prns. uhhhh idk lesbian) is a creature of water! she's older than eula and gladiolus by a lot but mentally is the same age as them. she and gladiolus both befriended eula and wanted to claim them, so it pushed eula into the river and drowned them before gladiolus could (u have to die by the turners hand) but kinda freaked out and didn't know where to go from there so they went to howard for help who they were friendly with. and basically they stayed friends and then howard adopted eula and maris started dating eula. uhhhmmm maris is basically part of the family at this point tbh. it is not howard's daughter but his friend btw. uhh and she also at some point finds and befriends and claims charlottes long lost brother it's not really important

gladiolus (she/her. uh aroace?) she's very masculine btw. but also cis bc i think that's nice. anyway she was relatively new and then her turner left her so she was kinda orphaned and didn't know shit about what was happening. and because her powers were a lot and she didn't know how to use them her brain instinctively wanted to have a family member so she got attatched to eula pretty badly and was planning on turning her? but she didn't really know what was happening. and then after maris and howard turned eula and stuff they found gladiolus and adopted her. she uh is also sometimes called gloria. and she's a creature of physical senses

howard (he/him. uhhhh he doesn't label his identity at all) is a super old creature who survived the great extinction that wiped out like 99% of creatures. he has been trying to find a family for a while. he found esme and warren, and was planning on turning them when they were older but then esme died so then he panic turned warren but bc it was so rushed he fucked up and then warren is fucked up and left and then he found maris who he became friends with and then they found eula and then he adopted them and then he wanted to find eula's friend so he did and he adopted her as well. he's been searching for warren all this time and also esme but mostly warren bc he's still not sure if esme actually reincarnates or not. and then in the end he does find them and he ends up adopting teddy warren ripley and also kinda charlotte and elise. oh and he's a super powerful creature of order. he kinda has this crush on a creature of chaos and it's super cute and they will eventually get together.

and . yeah !! that's the paragnostic crew. i am not going to touch on the science experiments bc that will actually make this waaaayyy too long but yup 👍

#feel free to ask more questions ig? /nf #paragnostic #oc : warren #oc : ripley #oc : thaddeus #oc : elise #oc : charlotte #oc : maris #oc : howard #oc : eula #oc : gladiolus

[nomniki]

star lost ━━ 22 ⟡ in another life

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Everyone has a unique link to their soulmate, you have the pleasure of knowing whenever your soulmate is lying in the form of tall tales inked across your skin. You don’t expect to find them soon, and especially not in the middle of your nine am lecture explaining why he has no homework.

note ━ han and yn r the ultimate bffs :(( i promise things will go uphill from here but we needed angst

tag list ━ @wonieleles @ktttwwn @kiyokoism @leomggg @remiee @seroriis @millksea @4kwp @captivq @faelyncore @wondering-out-loud @ce1ight @luvrhyune @lokideadontheinside @luvdokja @bigsobforskz @8rach4 @sheraayasher @lipstickandloveletters @youmake1mistake @hellm000th @honey-lemon-goose @roci-wolf @hibuki-chan @i-dont-know-me-either @invusblog @ellientaste @feliralte @vixensss @esme-ordaz @reluceo @whats-my-question @autumn-lv @therealhyunjingf @imtoooyoungforthisshit @ashcapybara @mybabywearschanel @leeyanyanyaaan

#ෆ ۫ 🌑 ꒰ star lost #kflixnet #ficscafe #stray kids x reader #yang jeongin smau #stray kids x you #stray kids yang jeongin #stray kids smau #stray kids social media au #stray kids i.n #stray kids incorrect texts #stray kids fake texts #stray kids jeongin #skz oneshots #skz scenarios #skz x reader #skz jeongin #skz yang jeongin #yang jeongin oneshots #yang jeongin x you

[peachy-vamps]

more miscellaneous vamp content incoming because im zooted also it ends abruptly cause i am not a writer this was just a thought for a possibly interesting story to accompany the following tiktok filter

my brain decided that the story for this filter with this combo is the baby esme was originally pregnant with as a human is aros and somehow he stole it and hid it away idk how but that meaning he knew what rigatoni was from the beginning but wanted to just hurt the cullens for fun and his desire to add alice, bella, and edward to his collection of powers. but also before the witnessing and whatnot of the later half of breaking dawn, this character is there in twilight book one era just under the noses of the cullens cause like either they’re too oblivious and self absorbed or they just haven’t been able to figure out why that character is different than human but not quite the same as them, and they don’t actually know who this person is or if they would even consider them a problem or a theart as this character (im choosing to believe) is also blending in with humans just trying to find comfort where they can and being forever a 18 y/o or so seeming age high school is an easy place to spend time and maybe they’re in the same group as bellas initial friends (jess, angela,etc) so this would give an opening for them and bella to like low key have a moment before bella really starts to like be friendly at all with edward and then obviously that ends cause soulmates or pure infatuation and then they end up with jacob somehow. maybe after the beach day at la push them and jacob start hanging out and bonding and then bffs doing all the things together but then boom bellas bday happens edward dips and bella clings to jacob after her depression/dissociation eases up after the first couple months and lets her resurface as a human being for a minute making the characters jealous or something cause they still can’t admit to themselves that they like jacob and then victoria comes and messes up his vampire triggered genetics real quick and he avoids both them/bella so maybe the character and bella come together over the loss of contact with their mutal bestie (cause i definitely think they could still be friends since their “relationship” was more of a fling obviously) and then maybe they both drive out to his house that day and confront the pack and either the character would protect the human bella instinctively and potentially expose themself as more than human (maybe the pack and jake just think its insane bravery or great decency) OR they do nothing and pretend to be afraid like bella genuinely is. both out comes end up with jake jumping in to stand in wolf form between bella/character and paul who just shifted (obviously) and thats all i can think of for fuel in this episode of im zooted and feeling imaginative

#someone write it #twilight #jacob black #twilight renaissance #vampire #bella swan #esme cullen #aro volturi #renesmee cullen #new moon #breaking dawn #the volturi #twilight fic

[therealvinelle]

The Cullens don’t value human life, or: Carlisle, honey, I’m so sorry

So, Carlisle is in a miserable situation.

He was forcibly turned into a vampire under traumatic circumstances, and became a cannibalistic demon. Against all odds he discovered that he didn’t actually have to kill people: however, he was still lonely. Fast forwards a few lonely years, he found a BFF and homoerotic academic in Aro, and spent decades trying to persuade him to his diet. Failed. Decided to travel the world in search of likeminded - failed.

There’s no one.

Fast forwards to 1918, Carlisle has spent centuries trying to get someone, anyone, to understand this seemingly simple concept. Don’t eat people, please, it’s literally the only thing Carlisle asks. And he’s still asking too much.

We know how history then unfolded itself - Carlisle was going to let the Masens die, as countless patients had before, and then Elizabeth Masen said “nu uh, not my son he won’t!”, and that was the kick in the butt Carlisle needed to create his own companion. Converting others had failed, but maybe a brand new vampire who has never known anything different and who looks to Carlisle for guidance will follow the diet.

And it works. Edward follows Carlisle’s diet. A few years later Carlisle repeats the experiment, now he’s in a coven of three vampires who are actually doing the diet. What a world. I’m sure he was walking around in a daze for a solid portion of that time.

The coven grows, soon Carlisle has a whole squad of vegetarians, and even a cousin squad. (Although since the Denali sister went for the diet because they wanted to have sex with the same men multiple times, I can only picture Carlisle’s delight upon finding them quickly turning into a thousand yard stare.)

Anyway, Carlisle has what he always wanted, let there be happiness galore.

Unfortunately, none of the Cullens actually care about human life.

Off the top of my head:

Edward left Carlisle for years. This by itself is a dealbreaker, he had all the love and support he could ever ask for, and turned his back on it because he’d rather kill people. Killing rapists wasn’t even his first instinct, at first he killed homeless junkies, since no one would miss them. He only turned to rapists because junkies taste awful. He turned back not because he learned the error of his ways, but because life wasn’t fulfilling. He has learned nothing: when we meet him in 2005, he would have eaten Bella and the Biology class if it weren’t for Carlisle, contemplates killing all the Quileutes, and in Volterra he would have gone on a massacre, again if it wasn’t for Carlisle. This guy doesn’t care about human life, and he never becomes a better person. He abstains from human blood for Carlisle, to feel like less of a monster, and because it plays into his superiority complex.

Esme makes it very clear she’s fine with Bella’s untimely death. She’d let Bella die to satisfy Edward’s thirst, or to keep him in Forks. Her vote for Bella to live has nothing to do with Bella, and she later gives Edward implicit approval to eat her if he wants. It’s additionally damning that Edward isn’t at all surprised by her behavior. She does the diet for her family.

Rosalie used not wanting to move to a new place and start over as an argument in favor of killing Bella. She later places her bet that Bella will be eaten in the meadow. She adheres to the diet better than anyone in the family, but she doesn’t actually care for the individual human life, not even when it’s an innocent girl. Her main reason for following the diet is that she wants to be as close to being human as possible, and maneating demon is about as far from human as you can get.

Emmet’s response to Edward having a singer is “Treat yourself, bro!” and when Bella’s becoming a vampire, he makes a bet about how many people she’ll kill. He could not care less. He follows the diet for Rosalie’s sake.

Alice lives the way she does because her visions told her that she should live with the Cullens. She cares about Bella because Bella is her barbie, and she treats her like an accessory rather than a person. When push comes to shove she brings Bella to Volterra, knowing what the Volturi do to humans who know the secret. She never appears to care about humans for the sake of humans, at one point we see her try to help Jasper control his thirst: “It helps if you think of them as people!”

Jasper’s gift is essentially a shock collar that made a human diet unsustainable for him.

Bella chooses vampirism, knowing that there’s a chance she’ll kill people. When told of Jasper and Emmet’s newborn Bella body count bet, she is not at all concerned. And the thirst is never a problem for her, she doesn’t have to struggle to stay on the diet. She eats animals because she’s a Cullen, Cullens eat animals. Duh.

(I know this is a bit reductive, I do have far more to say on each of these, but I’m trying to be a succinct person)

They’re not doing the human diet for altruistic reasons.

This is the thing that makes Carlisle a tragic character to me.

Loneliness is his whole thing, and all he ever wanted in a companion someone who shared his ideals, who would value human life as he does. What he ends up with is the Cullens, who all believe they’re amazing people for not eating people and morally superior (they won’t say it aloud, but- well they’ll absolutely say it aloud. And they do.) to other vampires, but they don’t actually care at all.

We see it in Rosalie, Emmet, and Jasper deciding to kill Bella in Midnight Sun, we see it in- well, I just wrote a bunch of examples above. We see it again and again, these people care about human life up until the second it’s inconvenient for them to do so.

And all Carlisle can do is live in intense double think denial where his family is filled with wonderful people who care about humans so much, but he also has to make them go to their victim’s funerals in a desperate, and very telling, bid to make them understand that humans are people.

The whole point of the Cullens is that after centuries of loneliness Carlisle finally has a family of vampires who share his ideals, but when they don’t actually care-

Well.

Carlisle, honey, I’m so sorry.

#i have a million asks in my inbox and tonight i'm answering none of them #shoutout to the person who asked me about whether Edward's interest in Bella will wane now that she's a vampire #that's a huge question requiring a huge answer with so many book quotes I scream just thinking about it #i'll answer you one day #some day #before covid is over #also i do have far more thoughts on jasper but i try to keep my posts short if you people can believe it #i mean i have far more thoughts on all of this #but i saw a post that just sort of set this whole thing off #carlisle cullen #alice cullen #edward cullen #esme cullen #rosalie hale #jasper hale #emmet cullen #bella swan #twilight meta #twilight #twilight renaissance

[panlight]

team edward or jacob? team alice or rosalie? team jasper or emmett? team carlisle or esme? team charlie or billy?

Team I Like Them Both Better Away from Bella. Edward as a Cullen son/brother is more interesting and likeable to me than as Bella's eternal soulmate and Jacob as a packmate and friend and son tugs at my heart more than any of his pining over Bella does.

Team Rosalie, mostly because I think the story needed more characters who didn't exist just to cater to Bella. Alice has so much potential but it's very clear, as SM herself said, she exists because SM herself wanted a sister/best friend like that. But like with the first question, love Alice independent of Bella stuff.

(and here comes the usual explanation that Bella as a character is fine. It's the way the narrative warps and bends around her, and all characters are judged based on their reactions to her, that annoys me. You could write the exact same story with Bella as the main character without having this level of protagonist centered morality and let side characters have independent story arcs and growth and it would all work SO much better)

Team Carlisle because he's honestly the only reason I kept reading after the first book. LOVED his backstory. Wanted more of THAT stuff. Didn't, uh, get much. Love Esme too, but it was Carlisle who hooked me first.

Team Billy. I love them both?!?! I guess I have to give it to Billy, though, because he got royally screwed here for no reason other than he wasn't on Team Edward. Like, by the end of the story his kids have all basically abandoned him (Jacob's imprint makes Nessie the most important person in his world, he even describes his other relationships being cut like strings of balloons; I don't think he even canonically spends Christmas with his dad?), he is estranged from his BFF because BFF hooked up with the woman he himself was also interested in, the vampires are like, never leaving because his son imprinted on their creepy blood-drinking spawn. And I don't know that SM intentionally did all this or thought even two seconds about what Billy's life looks like at the end of the story, but I can't help but feel that subconsciously she punished him for trying to break E/B up when like, trying to keep your best friend's kid away from ACTUAL VAMPIRES seems like a perfectly reasonable thing to do?!?

Someone give Billy all the hugs.

#asks

[igotathingforvampires]

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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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…”

#aro volturi

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

What do you think would happen if one of the Cullens realized they might also be "in love" with Bella during Twilight along side Ed. Mates be damned (not like their marriages are gonna last anyway), and everyone's on the table (just 1 love rival, not at the same time buuuuut could you imagine the chaos? *cough*). The usual Bella eaten/killed by Eddy boi is def on the table obvie, but like do you think there's a chance he might concede to one of his family (or just any other alternatives)? -Sw

Oh boy.

Why I Don’t Think This Is a Possibility

That said, I have to caveat that I don’t think this is a very likely path (sorry, I cannot resist).

It’s true I don’t think any of the Cullen relationships will last in the long term, but I also don’t think they’re inclined to cheat on one another or fall apart at a moment’s notice. They’ve made it this long, several decades, but more, none of them realizes anything is lacking from their respective relationship. 

Carlisle and Esme are very devoted to one another and don’t realize they have fundamentally conflicting values. Jasper and Alice think they fulfil each other’s needs and don’t realize that they share nothing in common. Rosalie and Emmett’s is the healthiest relationship in the house but don’t see their major issues (Emmett doesn’t really support or understand Rosalie and Rosalie loves Emmett mostly for his love of her).

My point being, none of them are going to realize it’s not working out anytime soon. They’re going to need a catalyst, and per the end of Twilight, one is coming. Either a confrontation with the Volturi occurs, Renesmee decides to leave, the Cullen lifestyle changes, or things with Bella go awry. It can be any number of things, and it will happen given time, but at the start of Twilight we haven’t hit that point yet.

There’s also the fact that of the Cullens, only Edward would do this nonsense, and even for him it takes Bella’s delicious blood to grab his attention. When she was an ordinary human, he was not interested in the slightest, not even in her gift.

Each of the Cullens (Sans Alice and Esme) is completely baffled by Edward’s emotional whiplash and attachment to this human girl he doesn’t even know. Bella only becomes a vague concept to them when she enters as a serious fixture in Edward’s life, but even then, they really don’t know what to think.

No one in the family will do what Edward did in Twilight. Look at this girl they don’t even know and say “Ah, yes, I’m in love.” 

Now, that out of the way, let’s play ball.

Alice

This actually will work out shockingly well if only because I suspect Alice will come up with the pragmatic solution of “sharing”.

First, Alice is by far the closest Cullen member to Edward. He holds her in high esteem, feels a strong sense of kinship with her, actually confides in her, and sees her as a very close friend. Edward looks up to Carlisle and adores Esme, but it’s not the same.

If Alice sees herself as getting together with Bella I don’t think she’d see this as mutually exclusive to Edward having Bella. Alice cares deeply for Edward’s happiness, far more than she does Bella’s general existence, and I think the idea of entering a joint marriage with Edward and Bella would be very appealing to her.

She’d have to ease Edward into it, of course, as he’d balk at the very idea of it, but I think he’d see it as a strengthening of his and Alice’s relationship as well as having the wonderful Bella. Better yet, Alice can be physical with Bella while Edward can go compose music about their love.

As it is this... This is kind of what happens in canon.

Alice tells Edward that not only is he in love with Bella, but that Bella is going to be her best friend, so he better not muck it up. She has to ease him into the idea of being in love with Bella throughout the first part of Twilight. Then, when the relationship is solidified, Alice is right there introducing herself as Bella’s new BFF. Bella’s friendship with Alice throughout the series is extremely homoerotic and I imagine it remains so after Breaking Dawn.

Edward is very pleased that Bella counts Alice as her best friend, Alice being far and away his favorite sibling and the one he approves of Bella spending time with (generally, when she’s not foiling his schemes). 

I don’t think Alice and Bella will ever have sex, per se, but I imagine they remain quite physical with each other and Edward looks on with approval thinking to himself that this is how all female friendships should be.

And if Jasper has the nagging suspicion his wife is cheating on him then he’s not functioning quite well enough to put it into words just yet.

Carlisle

Edward would lose his mind.

First, Edward is very into Carlisle, and for all he insists his feelings are filial they sound remarkably romantic. I’d drop a quote, but it’s pretty much every time Edward thinks of Carlisle in Midnight Sun. More than that, Carlisle is the man Edward aspires to be, someone he sees as profoundly more good than he could ever hope to be.

Edward projects a very similar personality onto Bella herself.

So, I imagine if Carlisle sits Edward down and says, “Actually, Edward, I have fallen in love with this Bella” Edward feels very conflicting things all at once.

On the one hand, this means Esme/Carlisle is collapsing. Edward personally brought those two together and adores the idea of their relationship. Their relationship is what he hopes his and Bella’s will look like and is to him the married ideal of a perfect Mother and a perfect Father.

Carlisle/Esme alone falling apart would give him a complete existential crisis. That’s not allowed to happen. 

And then that Carlisle wants Bella Swan for himself?! Edward would be faced with the immediate,horrifying, thought that for all Carlisle is a vampire he would be the perfect man for saint like Bella. Carlisle and Bella deserve one another, would be perfect together, and Edward should not begrudge them that.

On the other hand, Edward himself is in love with Bella, and while he thought he could nobly leave her, now he has to nobly stand to the side and watch as Carlsile and her marry. It’d be a very romantic and tragic thing to do, but there’s leaving Bella to her human life, and then watching her up front for the rest of eternity while bitterly hiding his feelings.

More, Carlisle will turn her. If Bella is his true love, then there’s no question of that. Edward’s seen where this goes with Emmett. He will destroy Bella Swan to be with her forever, and Edward will have to live with the shell of Bella Swan staring back at him, fucking his father, forever.

I imagine Edward desperately pretends to concede to Carlisle, to be happy for the pair of them, but as things progress and Bella’s permanent position in the family looks more and more likely, he loses his mind. He’ll snap and there is no telling what he might do.

My money’s on him mercy killing Bella while she’s still human behind Carlisle’s back. He’s sobbing while he does it, but he just can’t let Bella be tarnished by vampirism, and now he will carry this tragic, terrible, secret for the rest of time.

Whether Carlisle was going to turn her or not is up to debate. Given he turned none after Emmett, I think he learned his lesson from Rosalie and would be more than willing to let Bella go, even if he loves her, should it mean he would not force something she does not want and does not understand upon her.

That said, I think he’d never tell Edward his feelings for Bella, as that would ruin Edward’s fledgling relationship with the girl. This is Edward’s first brush with love and seems to be the only romantic love he’ll ever have. Edward has been so miserable for so long that Carlisle would easily give up his own happiness for Edward.

So, more likely, Twilight would happen anyway and Carlisle would spend the entire time being utterly miserable and pretending he’s perfectly fine. LOOK HOW HAPPY HE IS, ESME.

Emmett

Edward tattles to Rosalie immediately.

He loves Emmett, but he knows Emmett can’t possibly be serious about this, and more, fundamentally doesn’t understand how wonderful and amazing Bella is. He wants to turn her into a vampire, clearly, Emmett doesn’t know what’s best for the girl.

More, a man who would so easily break his marriage vows (even to Rosalie), does not deserve Bella Swan.

Edward watches Rosalie and Emmett’s marriage utterly disintegrate with a juice box filled with mountain lion blood and swoops in on Bella while Emmett is thoroughly distracted. Edward then gaslights Bella into believing Emmett is dangerous and despises her, making Emmett the new and improved Jasper.

Esme

Esme would never tell Edward or likely even realize her feelings for Bella herself. If she did though, she would give up the possibility of a future with Bella Swan in a heartbeat for Edward’s happiness, which means everything to her.

Esme will have no regrets, won’t even smile sadly at Bella, because she has Carlsile as her consolation prize and she gets to see the joy in both Bell and Edward’s faces which is far more important than having Bella to herself.

Esme would live vicariously through Bella and Edward’s relationship as well as the very existence of Renesmee.

Like Alice, this is one of those things that’s pretty much canon. I won’t say anything for Esme’s feelings, it’s more that Esme ships Bella with Edward (and mostly because Edward himself comes to obsess over her), but she does seem to vicariously get her joy through their nuclear family within the Cullen family.

Esme is a very strange person.

Jasper

Edward would attempt to murder Jasper or at least severely injure him. Jasper would be the ultimate threat to Bella, not even a man unworthy of her but not a man at all, and exactly what Edward needs to protect Bella against.

Alice tries to stop the fight, to no avail, and Edward will ultimately lose (despite all his confidence). I imagine Jasper doesn’t kill him, but tears apart his limbs, and uses Edward’s lack of mobility to kidnap and then turn Bella.

Bella has no idea what’s happening and the next thing she knows she’s a vampire and Jasper is telling her they have to leave the area (as he must now leave the coven).

Edward tries to track them down for the rest of eternity. He will get vengeance upon Jasper and save Bella this terrible demonic existence forced upon her. Of course, he ends up lost in Rio.

Rosalie

Edward would tell her that her feelings cannot possibly be real. Bella is a woman. More, Rosalie is unworthy of Bella in every possible regard, even more so than Edward himself.

Basically, Edward would lay into Rosalie in a way that he never has before with all of his venom. He will do everything he can to sabotage Bella’s opinion of Rosalie before Rosalie can even get a word in edgewise. He is successful at it due to Bella’s perilously low self esteem (much the reason he was successful with this endeavor in canon).

Rosalie and Edward get in a vicious fight and I imagine Rosalie eventually confronts Bella, making an opportunity to do so, and both warns her away from Edward, tells her everything, and offers to turn her despite Rosalie’s own mixed experiences.

Rosalie and Edward probably then fight and it quickly turns into something that’s very serious. If Edward wins, he murders Rosalie in the heat of the moment, and then leaves the coven in horror over what Carlisle must think of him now. If Rosalie wins... I don’t think she will, she cares for Edward far too much and would never truly be able to aim to kill or maim.

Edward disappears, drowning in his self hatred, and returns to find Bella Swan at some later date unable to resist the call of her scent. Depending where she is in her life, he likely murders her human husband if she has one and dvours her, as Alice prophesied so long ago.

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