aurora foster

once there came a storm in the form of a girl, she ain't coming home no more; Aurora Foster Lawson. 29. Werewolf

[darksideofafangirl]

"But you are the only one who understands that…"

[his-squid]

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[aurorafosterr]

It had been exactly one week since their reunion. Collin coming back into her life did nothing but make matters more complicated, especially with his new wife in toe. That alone should have been enough but it wasn’t — not when a connection like theirs was still so clear....

[aurorafosterr]

Rory managed to hide the surprise on her face when Collin agreed; still, she could see the hesitation on his face and even on his body. She bit the inside of her cheek in attempt to keep a straight face. She knew she was walking on thin ice with him already but the fact that Rory could still read the vampire as well as she could...well, it shouldn't have warmed her the way it did. But that warmth was gone the second she got a better look at him and those dumb blue eyes of his. Collins eyes were normally so full of warmth and life...at least they used to be when he looked at her. Right now they were full of anger and hesitation.

"Right," she murmured, tearing her eyes off the vampire and looking around momentarily, "I think it'll be better if we...walk?" Standing there on the sidewalk was probably a bad idea, especially given how their last conversation went; Rory’s apartment was out of the question considering what happened the last time around, and Collins place was out of the question given his wife. Forcing herself to focus, Rory lead the way across the street and chose to follow the bike route ahead of them. The path was long and lead through part of the forest but she wasn't exactly worried about anyone - or anything - lingering around this late. So long as she and Collin had privacy while talking.

Shit. Suddenly it hit her. A part of Rory had been so sure that Collin would decline her offer that she hadn't actually thought about what she was going to say. Because when it came down to it what she wanted to say and what she had to say were two entirely different things.

They had been walking in silence for about two minutes now. As expected Rory was only managing to dig herself deeper into the ground because she sure as hell wasn't doing anything to help her case. She wasn't sure where to start - London, what really happened in Ireland, or maybe their night together. The one thing Rory was sure about was that it was only a matter of time before she snapped.

Literally.

"I screwed up," she finally spoke, stopping in her tracks suddenly. There was really no other way to put it. "I know at this point screwing up is kind of my specialty but hurting you isn't. I didn't - I don't want to hurt you, Collin. I know it's kind of hard to believe considering everything, especially after what happened at my place but...I don't regret it. I know I should, and you should too if you don't already but...I'm sorry." She stopped herself from continuing when she realized she'd been rambling. She looked ahead, at the ground, the dark sky - anywhere but Collin.

She snuck a glance at him which was evidently the wrong move because suddenly Rory couldn't seem to keep her mouth shut. "I know saying sorry won't fix things. It won't fix me lying to you, or running off whenever things got rough and I didn't want to deal with them. And it won't fix me leaving you behind or keep you from moving on but I'm so, so, sorry, Collin."

She still couldn't bring herself to actually look at him which was probably a good thing at this point. Rory managed to ignore the familiar sting in her eyes but the silence on the vampires behalf wasn't doing anything to help her keep her composure. "Please say something," she finally spoke, her voice almost a whisper, "yell at me, I don't care. Just...say something. Do something."

Rory honestly expected him to just walk away; honestly, she probably would if the situation had been reversed.

[clintnatalias]

do  s o m e t h i n g

[aurorafosterr]

Hardest of Hearts | Collin & Rory

It had been exactly one week since their reunion. Collin coming back into her life did nothing but make matters more complicated, especially with his new wife in toe. That alone should have been enough but it wasn't — not when a connection like theirs was still so clear. Regardless of the questions asked and the screaming matches (mainly on the werewolf's behalf) they still ended up spending the evening together. Rory's apartment living room and bedroom had been slightly destroyed in the process but that was the least of her worries.

Unsure how she was supposed to go about this entire situation, Rory went with the obvious choice: she avoided Collin like the plague.

At first it seemed like the logical thing to do. Putting distance between herself and Collin seemed like the right choice — or at least allow Rory enough time to make the right choice. Hell, there was a part of her that wondered if Collin had lost hope (or patience) and moved on. And as much as she knew that was the best move for the both of them, Rory knew it wouldn't happen. Collin wouldn't move on without some closure. Rory would probably never move on at all. She knew because she'd spent the last five years trying too.

Which is why she had been waiting outside of Collins apartment building for about two hours. It was probably a little crazy but if Rory had waited any longer to leave her place she probably never would have made it to Collin's. The vampire stopped dead in his tracks the second he stepped out of the building, surprise evident on his face when he caught sight of the red head. Rory did the same. The moment she saw him she was mentally kicking herself. How had she been able to go this long without seeing him? Had five years not been enough?

Apparently not, considering the fact that she spent an entire week avoiding the man after sleeping with him.

"Hi," she forced herself to say, doing her best to keep a neutral expression but failing miserably. Had it been anyone else they would have bought Rory's indifferent facade; unfortunately for her, Collin Lawson knew her better than anyone.

She went on before he had a chance to speak. "Look, before you walk back inside, or run away or...or tell me that you don't want to hear it just," she trailed off, unsure of what she wanted to say. The last thing Collin should be giving her was another chance to explain herself, especially when Rory was clearly torn about what she wanted.

Or at least that's what she kept telling herself.

"Please. Just...five minutes."

[samaraweaving]

Clintasha AU:Clint doesn’t kill Natasha and they are on the run from S.H.I.E.L.D.

”I have a very specific skill set.I didn’t care who I used it for, or on.I got on S.H.I.E.L.D.’s radar in a bad way.Agent Barton was sent to kill me.He made a different call.”

[kanjabeto-deactivated20180421]

[aurorafosterr]

The truth is a matter of circumstances, it’s not all things to all people all the time.

[blytthe]

[facinaoris]

…aren’t here for boys to love. ( x )

[aurorafosterr]

Kiss With a Fist | Vic & Rory

Rory had known Vivian Davis her entire life; in turn, she was introduced to the second (the first being Jackson, of course)biggest pain in the ass: Victor Davis. For as long as the redhead could remember Victor had been a constant thorn in her side - more so as they aged. Bossing him around turned into constant bickering and then all of a sudden they were drinking beers (courtesy of Colton) and sneaking off to make out.

The years had sort of gone by as a blur after that.

They still argued over the stupidest things and got into screaming matches for no reason. Occasionally Rory would hit him and Vic would pull her hair. Regardless, it always ended in the same way: sex.

It was just a thing they did, it wasn't meant to be anything serious...especially not when Rory was secretly married and Vic had a tendency to leave town randomly at least twice a month. It was casual. Rory didn't ask questions when the man would show up bruised and injured and Vic didn't press the subject when the werewolf lost her cool when she couldn't find the necklace she wore with the golden ring around it. They had a pretty good understanding up until now.

"Where the hell have you been?" the redhead asked, masking her relief with frustration when she ran into a rather tired looking Vic in the parking lot of Oxford Barr. It might have been early but Rory had had a pretty shitty day (call her crazy, but the fact that her vampire husband was in town with his other wife sort of still got to her). "You look like shit."

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[karenandthababes]

And you both think the other is just looking at the ground. [x]

[oxfordamerican]

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Kiss with a Fist | Florence + the Machine

Broke your jaw once before Spilt your blood upon the floor You broke my leg in return So let’s sit back and watch the bed burn

[aurorafosterr]

Hearts Under Fire || Collin & Rory (closed)

[aurorafosterr]

Rory turned her gaze to the bottle of whiskey on the coffee table, avoiding Collins eyes. The look on the vampires face made it clear that she wasn’t supposed to know about Natalie. Or was there something more? She had always been pretty good at reading Collin…apparently that was just something else that hadn’t changed over the years. 

"Collin-" she began, unable to take the silence. She felt the need to explain as if this was her fault. In all honesty, she was to blame for a lot of this mess but right now she was focused on Collin. Why was he upset? There had to be something he wasn’t telling her. Her gut told her there was definitely something he wasn’t telling her. Before she could say another word Collin stood abruptly, making his way towards the window. She let out a breath, running a hand through her long red hair. This time she didn’t say anything. It was clear that she didn’t need too.

What was even more clear was the fact that they both had some serious thinking to do.

"Look, you don’t have to explain," she interrupted shortly after he began to speak again, "really, you don’t." Rory kept her back turned to him, her green eyes practically burning a whole in the coffee table in front of her. Despite the fact that she wanted an explanation, Rory’s pride was a terrible thing. Collin didn’t owe her anything. There’s was a thing of the past; it had been five years, why wouldn’t Collin have moved on by now? Why should he have put a halt on his life just because she was no longer a part of his life? She had been dead to him for the past five years and that was it.

Rory stopped mid thought when he continued to speak. She hesitated for a moment before turning slightly and seeing the ring, their wedding ring, still in tact. She clenched her jaw slightly, unsure how to feel about this. Collin had remarried and moved on with his life but still wore his old wedding ring? “Why?” she asked, standing suddenly to get a better look at him. It made no sense…or so Rory tried to convince herself. It was pretty hard to do when the ring on the end of her necklace suddenly weighed a ton.

"Complicated doesn’t even begin to cover it," she muttered to herself, walking around the couch and over towards Collin but still keeping a good distance between them. "What’s there to explain, Collin? You moved on with your life just like you were supposed too, there’s nothing to explain," she continued, her tone rather harsh despite her efforts to keep calm. Damn Belfronts for being such hot heads. And damn Rory for not being able to contain her feelings a bit better. "The thing I don’t get is why keep wearing it?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest, "after all this time, what’s the point?"

Deep down she knew the answer. It was the same reason Rory still wore her wedding ring on her necklace. 

[collin-lawson]

Her back may have been turned to him, but even before she spoke Collin could feel the tension in her. Rory was a lot like the fires she was so fond of lighting. All it took to light her up was a single spark and she burst into flame. He couldn’t help the smirk that came to his face as he waited for her to finally turn around. She was still just as stubborn as ever. And it was one of the things that he loved about her. 

As he stood there, holding his hand up for her to see but waiting for her to actually turn around, he realized how confusing what he was saying and doing really must be for her. God damn it, Collin! he cursed himself. Sure, their situation was crazy complicated, but he was doing a pretty crappy job of making any sense of it for her. And that was the part that killed him. He could make sense of it for her. He could come clean, tell her everything. But he didn’t want to. God almighty, he didn’t want to. He’d just gotten her back. He wouldn’t- he couldn’t lose her again.

As she stood and slowly walked around the couch, closing a small bit of distance between them but ensuring there was still a good amount of space between them, Collin’s eyes fell over her again. God, he’d dreamed about her so many nights after her ‘death’ and yet, not a single one of those dreams held a candle to actually seeing her in person like this. He was so overcome by her, so wrapped up in her, he couldn’t even begin to think straight or comprehend what he was thinking to give her a sufficient response. 

Her insisting that he had nothing to explain and that he was justified in ‘moving on’ as she so apparently thought he had, stung a little. Did she really think that after an experience like theirs, after a love like theirs, that he could have moved on? Sure, it had been five years, but if Collin were honest, it would have taken him a lifetime to ever truly get over Aurora Foster.

Finally, he drug his eyes back up to meet hers, a look of something like desire and love and hurt all rolled up into one on his face that could leave her with no room for guessing as to why he kept his ring. He looked at her with that look on his face for a good minute before closing the distance between them. He was done playing games, done beating around the bush. “You know why, Ror.” he said quietly as his hand slowly reached up to cup her face, his eyes burning into hers with all of the desire and need he’d been forced to bottle up for the last five years. He needed her to know why he couldn’t ever take off the band, why he needed to explain even though he couldn’t, why he needed to touch her, to hold her, to be with her right now more than anything. 

They could have stood there, staring at each other for years and Collin wouldn’t have noticed but finally, he moved again. He couldn’t take it anymore, he gave in and without another thought, Collin’s lips crashed against hers. He didn’t care that this wasn’t right, that they would still have a million and one things to deal with later. All he knew was that he needed to be with his wife. 

[aurorafosterr]

Rory was about ready to strangle the man. She was quickly losing her patience, not so much with Collin but with herself. Here she was demanding answers when she couldn't even bring herself to answer them truthfully. There was a reason Rory was the one asking all the "important" questions...because she didn't want to answer them. Deep down she knew why Collin still wore his old wedding ring. It was the same reason she still refused to take hers off.

"Stop looking at me like that," she said, her voice softer thaan it had been just seconds ago. She couldn't think straight right now-not when Collin was looking at her like that. For someone who prided themselves on their sharp thinking skills and quick wit, Rory would lose any coherent thoughts when Collin Lawson was concerned. It should've been easy to blame him knowing this...but it was obvious that the vampire wasn't the only one at fault.

Her feet were suddenly glued to the ground when Collin closed the distance between them. And when he gently grabbed the sides of her face Rory knew she was screwed. "Collin..." she whispered, her gaze suddenly meeting his up close. She wanted to turn away, shove him off or even tell him to leave. She couldn't take the way he was looking at her; truthfully, she'd never really understand how someone so good like Collin could look at her that way. The fact that he still looked at her the same way, even after five years, was too much to handle.

And suddenly it felt like there was an elastic band connecting her and Collin, one that was being pulled too tight. Either one of them needed to move and release a bit of tension on it or it was going to snap. Rory found herself getting lost in his gaze and suddenly she was fighting to keep her emotions at bay. Every emotion she had fought to keep under wraps for the past five years was quickly coming to the surface again...all because of Collin. She hated that he still had, and probably always will, have such control over her. But if Rory thought she was screwed already, she wasn't prepared for what Collin did next. She was right about that elastic band because it fucking snaps the second Collin crashed his lips against hers.

Without hesitation Rory found herself kissing him back. She took a step closer towards him, her body pressed warmly against his before wrapping her arms around his neck. All previous thoughts of hesitation were gone now and it showed. She kissed him fiercely, knowing good and well that she had so much making up to do. Now that she had Collin in her arms, even if for just a few moments, Rory planned on making every second count.

[aurorafosterr]

Undisclosed Desires | Brennan & Rory

Since returning home (again) Rory was rather pleased by just how normal things had been going. Of course, that was implying she wasn't her twin brother being a vampire, her best friend being a hunter, her husband returning with his new wife in tow (while still wearing his old wedding band) and how can she forget  the impending supernatural war? All in all, things could be worse. The fact that Rory hadn't set town square on fire was a serious achievement. The fact that she had yet to crack under all the sudden tension had to count for something too.

Drinking sure as hell helped; she was a Belfront after all. Rory had spent the past few hours at Twin Moon with her cousins when she suddenly decided to call it an early night...mainly because it was only a matter of time before they got kicked out anyways.

She decided to take the long way home, following the bike trail through the forest which led to town square. She hadn't even made it halfway down the trail when she picked up a slightly familiar scent causing her to stop in her tracks. "Seriously, do we have to do this now?" she called out to the vampire whom she had yet to actually see...but she knew it was there.

"I swear I will grab my wooden stake an-" she was cut off mid threat, frozen on the spot when she turned around and suddenly found herself face to face with and old friend. If you'd even call him that. "Brennan? What-what the hell are you doing here?" she asked, unable to stop the faintest of smile from forming on her lips now. She would blame it on the relief that it was a familiar face and not another vampire.

But still a vampire nonetheless.

Before she cold stop herself, Rory wrapped her arms around the vampires neck and pulled him into a hug. She hadn't expected to see Brennan again but that didn't stop her from thinking about the vampire from time to time. He had essentially saved her life back then. And more.

A lot more.

[aurorafosterr]

Heads Will Roll || Viv and Rory

[aurorafosterr]

"Not yet," she replied, a proud smile on her face as she closed the door behind her. Kicking off her shoes, Rory plopped down on the sofa beside her friend and looked around the living room. She had threatened to set fire to Caden’s shack at one point but that was part of her daily routine. Rory was actually pretty thankful that she hadn’t been in town when Jackson dropped the bomb on the others. If Claire had been the voice of reason during the discussion, surely things had gotten pretty heated.

Opening the bottle in her hand, Rory lifted it to her lips and took a long swig before turning her attention to Viv. “I was pretty pissed when he told me. I think he might have glamoured me into not setting his place on fire,” she admitted, a pensive look on her face before shrugging slightly. She turned her attention to the bottle in her hands for a second, lost in thought. She hadn’t taken it well. Given her track record with vampires, Rory handled it a lot better than she wanted too. She forced herself to focus on the fact that Jackson was her brother and despite the fact that he had become one of the things she hated the most, she still loved him. Sort of. She was pretty sure she did. She closed her eyes as she took another long swig from her bottle.

"Wait, so you knew," she said, making a face at the burning sensation in her throat. Jackson hadn’t mentioned that bit. Why?

Rory wasn’t stupid. She was pretty aware of the crush, or infatuation, or whatever Viv wanted to call it, that her best friend happened to have on her brother. Oddly enough, Rory encouraged it. She was in position to give relationship advice, but Jackson and Viv? It made sense. It always had. “How’re you handling that?” she asked, genuine concern on her face now.

[vivian-davis]

Viv gazed at Rory for a long time. This was the moment she’d been afraid of. The reason she hadn’t gone running to Rory’s to check on her when she’d find out about Jackson. Because she’d told Jackson what she was. And that meant that she’d have to tell Rory. It wouldn’t be fair to tell one of them and not the other. “I uh…” she shrugged, feeling her hands shaking a little, “I try not to think about it.” Viv pressed her lips together before letting out a breath.

"There’s something I need to tell you, Ror," Viv said with another exhale. "The reason I try not to think about it; is… because, I… Well. Vic and I, we were raised to… Kill vampires," she was struggling to confess this. Mostly because she really wasn’t supposed to. "We’re vampire hunters. That’s where we go when we disappear. That’s why half the time Vic or I come back with injuries." She paused, "I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before now, but it’s against the code of law that hunters live by; my father would have… Well, let’s just say he’s rolling in his grave again."

She paused and finally looked up at Rory, “So I’ve been pretty conflicted about Jackson. Because; you know how I feel about him. And now, with what he is… The code I live by says as soon as he hurts another human being, I’m supposed to kill him. But, I just… I can’t. It’s Jackson.” I’ve been in love with him since before I can remember, she wanted to say; but knew that Rory already knew that. “I won’t hurt him, ever. And I won’t let Vic either.”

[aurorafosterr]

Rory raised a brow at her friend, a concern look still on face. She tried not to think about it? Her twin brother, someone who'm Viv had known all her life, was a fanger. How could something like that go ignored? Deep down Rory knew how her best friend felt about her brother so she chose not to press the subject...for now. As usual, things would eventually come to surface.

But damn, this was quick.

"What is it?" she asked, noting the worried look on the brunettes face now. Rory couldn't sworn her heart stopped for a split second at the mention of Vic; it was a habit, especially when the redhead had a slightly guilty conscience. There was no way Viv, or anyone knew about Rory and Vics...thing. It wasn't even a thing, they were just friends with benefits when they weren't arguing like a married couple.

And then the bomb dropped.

Rory blinked once. Twice. She couldn't take her eyes off Vivian now. "Sorry, you're a what?" There was no way. 

Silence quickly overcame the room, Rorys gaze never leaving Viv. "Holy shit," she muttered, finally breaking the silence. It made sense. The sudden disappearances on behalf of the Davis siblings, the injuries, the eerie farewell conversations that too often made it sound like they were never coming back...it all made sense now. "You and your family hunt..." she trailed off, unable to finish. 'Us,' is what she wanted to say, but the words never escaped her lips. Instead, she reached for the bottle of whiskey and took a swing from it. It looked like it was going to be that kind of night.

As soon as Viv uttered the word kill, Rory finally spoke up. "He's not going to hurt anyone, we're making sure of that," she replied, finally looking back at Vivian now. As far as they knew, Jackson hadn't so much as tried human blood. "You know he's not going to hurt anyone. This is still Jackson we're talking about." The rest was pretty self explanitory...at least that's what Rory and the others had convinced themselves. Letting out a breath, the werewolf ran a hand through her hair. She suddenly felt more overprotective of her brother than when he was human. "I know you're not going to hurt him, Viv. But...how can this not change things for you guys?" Whatever Jackson and Viv were, anyway.

[andreaamills]

Yellow Flicker Beat | Andrea & Aurora

Andi had been carrying a rather specific secret for Rory since their time in Scotland - a secret that meant Rory would be missed by everyone Andi met. For this reason, it struck Andi as bizarre when someone asked Andi if she’d seen Rory yet. Andi had played it cool, brows creasing ever so slightly as she shook her head. “No one’s seen Rory,” she’d responded. “For a very long time.” “Well, that time is over,” had come the reply. Andi’s steps took her swiftly across town, hastening towards a place she was sure she’d find at least one Belfront, if not the lady in question: the werewolves’ own private bar. Pressing inside, she scanned the area till a familiar laugh attracted her attention. Andi pushed her way towards the redhead, placing one hand on her hip. “Back from the dead, I see,” she quipped before breaking into a wide grin and pulling Rory into a tight embrace. She took a step back. “You somehow look even more incredible than I remembered,” she commented, shaking her head, a slow grin suffusing her features. “Did Death fall too madly in love with you to lock you away forever - or did you threaten to burn his kingdom down before Hell spat you out?”

[aurorafosterr]

Rory had only been at Twin Moon for a couple hours and, as planned, had already forgotten about her previous trouble. She wasn't as drunk as she hope she'd be but it was a start. There was just something about being around other wolves, others like her, that somehow managed to make her forget about...well, everything. It was harmless fun...but hey, the night was still young. And it had been a while since the redhead had ended up behind bars for a night.

She had been facing the bar and in the middle of a conversation with the bartender when she suddenly felt a hand placed on her hip, a familiar voice following. No way. Rory spun around instantly, a genuine smile breaking out on her face before throwing her arms around Andi. "You know what they say, no rest for the wicked," she replied, a laugh escaping her lips before placing her feet back on the ground; damn Andi for having the body structure of a goddess while Rory herself only stood at a mere 5'4.

A faint smirk formed on the redheads lips now. "Oh, Andi, you sure always knew how to sweet talk a girl," she replied, a sigh followed which caused the bartender to nearly overflow the cup of whiskey he was currently pouring for Rory. "Thanks, Ryan," she replied, flashing the bartender an innocent smile before turning her attention back to Andi. "But it was definitely the second one," she muttered with a wink before picking up her drink and tossing it back.

"Now to the more serious question, when the hell did you get back?" she asked, briefly turning her attention to the bartender and motioning for another round before looking back at Andi, her green eyes bright and full of curiosity. "Even more importantly, please tell me you aren't planning on taking off again anytime soon?"

Oxford without Andi, without her best friend, just hadn't been the same Rory. It might have been selfish on her part, especially given the close relationship she had with her family, but there were just certain things Rory couldn't talk about to the Belfronts. And Andi was, well, Andi. It was self explanatory.