The squeak of the rocking chair was comforting to the two children that were placed in their mother's arms.
“When the sun loves the moon, even the ocean feels her pull,” Aph gently sang. Moving her daughter's hair out of her face, she gently kissed her forehead and continued on. “Oh, and the stars align every night,” she looks to her left with Angelov clinging on to her. His stubbornness doesn't want him to fall asleep. Aphmau smiles,“To spell out their love in tiny bright lights,” she rubs her nose on his, causing the two year old to smile and hold on to his mom's face. “Oh when the sun….” Aph gently moves her face to see Aaron cautiously carry Alina as he places a kiss on his wife's lips. “Loves the moon,” she smiles, returning the kiss, “oh, how they longed…for dawn.”
MCD!Zanvis
CW: hierophilia, priest kink, praise, Welcome to Waycross!AU, crybaby zane anyone?
Travis speaks the language in Gul'ruk (Made up language for this fic)
Word count: 1374
NOT BETA READ
“Breathe, Zane” Travis’s native tongue ringed in Zane’s ear as he took off the last piece of his garment, slowly making his way onto Zane. He had thought that language was long gone, and so was the organization with it, he didn't know why his family was hard on him to know a dead language, but at this moment he was grateful.
Straddling his hips, Travis laid his hand on Zane's bare chest and pushed him down, “You know a little Paké, no?” His eyes widened at Travis’s initiative, trying to ignore how the two of them are now in such an intimate position with their bodies admiring each other.
Travis, moving down to Zane's eye level, spoke into Zane's ear, “You said you can't speak your own speech,” Travis continued, making Zane stare into the ceilings where his family crest along with Lady Irene's lied—watching him, “they are not stopping you from speaking mine.”
Zane's hands trembling, clenching onto Travis’s hand, “I feel shame wanting you—needing you, their eyes lay on me in this form, this entanglement with a ma—” He cut himself off and closed his eyes, turning his head away, “ with you.”
“If this is a sin,” Travis softly placed his hands on the side of Zane's face, making him —unknowingly— nuzzle into Travis' warmth,“ we shall both be damned, let them lay witness to us becoming one.” Zane's breath hitched as he summoned what little courage he could muster to look Travis in the eyes, and my god. His eyes were enchanting, the soft blue hue drew him to comfort. He finally took him all in. He never knew how wonderful the human body was, how much the human body can handle.
Zane's hand wanders onto Travis's chest, aiming for the burn scars on his chest. He sat up, placing his forehead on his lover's chest, wishing he could heal his pain. Wishing it was him that was inflicted such pain, he was rained with praise and naivety his whole upbringing. What a fool he is. Zane raised his head while Travis looked down to him, his hand slowly traveled to Travis’s cheek. Ever so carefully. It didn't bother him that he could see his teeth through his ripped open cheek, nor did it bother him to see the left side of Travis face that was once skin now exposing his muscle. His hands continued to roam down, he made eye contact to make sure Travis was okay with him continuing, he gave him a confirmed and patient nod.
Travis was by any means, no frail man. His muscles that were once lost, now were regained and made him look massive on top of Zane, he towered over him. His shoulders were broad, his sun-kissed skin contrasted his own. The callus on Travis' hands compared to the softness of Zane. Travis' mouth quirked up and let out a soft laugh that made Zane melt. “Now, I need you to relax for me Zani,” Travis saw the way Zane got red from this new found nickname as he slowly laid back on his back.
Travis honestly doesn't remember how they had both gotten into this situation. How his heart skipped a beat when Zane looked up at him with such passionate anger as he was discovering the truth about his family, his lineage, his stare as if he wanted to ask why he would accept a person like himself into his life. His small touches seemed to be a call for him. In the moments of comfort turned into passion. Where in the heat of comfort they shared a kiss that still lingered with him. It was full of yearning and questioning, it was soft and comforting, it felt right.
He would be lying to himself if he were to say he wasn't nervous. He has had sex with women before but not a man, let alone bottoming out for his first. But to make Zane comfortable, sacrifices needed to be made. Travis tried not to laugh at how cute Zane looked, eyes wide shot, trying his hardest not to show how nervous he was. Travis was hoping that he did enough preparation or else this was going to hurt. Zane's chest felt tight with nerves, he felt shame being exposed, he felt shame in being erected. Travis positioned Zane at his entrance and —
“Is it— fuc—Is it all in now—?” Zane's back arched as he clung to the sheets, deep groans escaping his once sealed lips. He couldn't dare meet Travis's eyes now, but Travis was having none of it. He gripped Zane's face as gently as possible and pulled him up. Travis needed reassurance that what they were doing was still okay to him. Tears pricked at his eyes, not out of shame this time, but out of how much pleasure he felt from merely having entered him.
Zane watched as Travis bottomed himself onto his dick, and took notice of how Travis' body jerked trying to get comfortable. “Holy shi–” Travis felt Zane's girth make him feel full and GOD did it make his head spin, he was trying to keep his composure but he wanted more. He wanted so much more from him, but knew he had to be patient.
Pathetic noises leaked from Zane, the slight buck on his hips that got more desperate and more frantic. Zane's hands held onto Travis's waist and swear to God that this is where he is supposed to be, to be buried deep in his man. Travis tried not to break eye contact, such sin it was for those eyes to gaze upon Zane in such a manner. Yet he couldn't say anything since he too is taking part in such blasphemy and wishing it would prolong. Travis grabbed Zane’s thighs, trying to help him with pacing, he gently guided him into the right spot and was slowly trying to guide him with soft moans spewing from his lips.
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Travis didn’t know how long it had been, his brain is now foggy, his body now under Zane’s control and he is not letting him stop anytime soon. “Zane— Please, just like that—” Travis cried out, having his head fall back and not even daring to quiet his moans, “You’re doing–doing so well Torēêi.”
A part of Zane snapped hearing that word, causing him to leak out his cum into Travis. He didn’t know that his heart could feel this full of love for someone other than his deity. “Say that again,” Zane pleaded. Both men's breath was hot and heavy, trying to take a breather. Travis laughed awkwardly, him trying to find an excuse or an explanation to how that word casually slipped out. He couldn’t find one. It felt so natural…So right… He settled on just looking away from Zane.
Zane needed him closer, he needed to see his eyes. He quickly switched positions. Now here Travis was, stretched out on the bed, below his this man that has captivated his heart. Zane's eyes watered from how much desire he felt for his man. He needed to hear that word again. This potion was a lot more intimate, it truly felt like they were lovers now. “Please please please,” Zane buried his face in the crook of Travis’s neck, pounding him harder the more that he begged, “Don’t look away from me… not when we're like this …please…Torēêi Tey Quay..” Travis froze hearing that phrase from Zane. The two shared a glance, Travis trying to find if Zane truly knew what he meant by those words. Zane laughed lowly and smiled, making Travis have his arms hug around his neck as he looked at him and nodded.
Aarmau kids being kids, what a lovely family life
Withering attachment MASTERLIST
“Okay let's go! Let's go, let's go!” Angelov stomped his feet on the ground while smiling. The three year old was buzzing, impatient with his mother's slow movements, not caring that it was six-thirty in the morning. Aphmau was finishing straightening up his backpack, “Your sister has to wake up first!” She replied, matching his excited tone. “Okay, I wake her!” Before Aph could stop him, Angelov zoomed up the stairs, opening his sister's door harshly and started to jump on her. “Wake up! Wake up! Ellie!!”
“Hey, be careful with your sister!” Aph yelled from the bottom of the stairs. Aaron wrapped his arms around his wife's waist, resting his chin on her shoulder. “She's going to be in a foul mood this morning,” he mumbled as the two kissed with a slight muttering of a ‘good morning’ to each other.
“I’ll get her ready, you finish making breakfast?”
Aarmau kids being adorable...... hopefully nothing bad happens to them in the future.....
Withering Attachment MASTERLIST
The sound of high pitch squealing was followed along with water coming from the bathroom tub. Aaron had become accustomed to the noise, so much so that he can now differentiate on which is happy or not. His wife's soft laughs were heard with follow ups of ‘You’re so handsome! Are you ready for daycare today!?’ Aaron released a small smile as he was searching for Alina's school clothes in the dryer; they were so occupied that he had forgotten to put the clothes away the other day. “Gotta fold these when we get back,” he said in a low breath to himself.
“A-a-ron! How are we on time!” Aphmau's voice overlapped the screaming.
Finding the clothes he needed, he looked at his watch while ascending the stairs, “We still have thirty minutes!” A faded thank you was heard as splashes of water were becoming chaotic.
“APA!”
The sound of hysterical giggles echo down the highway in the early morning. Aaron darted down the hallway, following the continuous calls for him. He replied back in the same tone, “Qué pasó mi princessa!?” He walked into the bedroom seeing his daughter hiding under her bed, hands over her eyes while laughing in hysteria. Aaron pretended to gasp, “What is my princess doing under the bed?!”
Alina moved her hands away from her face and towards her dad’s pretending to claw at him. “Roar! Now you're dead!”
“I'm dead?! But who's going to take you to school?”
“Mama!”
“Alright,” he grinned. “Come on, let's get out of the bed,” Aaron reached to pull her out. “Were you scared! Did I scare you papa!?”
Aaron released a pretend sigh of relief while carrying his daughter into his shoulder, “You were so scary! I was going to cry!”
Trauma healing Aaron core, Katelyn not annoyed at Aaron’s presence
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If he could be honest, at first Aaron didn’t want to leave. Aphmau’s family gave him comfort and peace. It was selfish of him to think so, but he wants to be selfish just for once. Her family gathered around the dining table filled with laughter and yelling. It took him a while to get used to telling the difference between fighting and joking around. At the time, he felt shame every single time because he knew they thought he was pitiful, and they greeted him with open arms so easily. No one does that just because. But they do. He had to come to learn that.
“I SAW THAT MOTHERFUCKER!” Kaiden yelled, slamming his fist on the table. Karter looked smugged at Kaiden, “ Saw what? Did you see anything Kacey?” Kacey shook his head.
“YOU CAN’T TRICK ME! YOU TOOK HIS CARDS!”
“HOE YOU CAN’T CHEAT IN UNO” Karter yelled back.
Aaron laughed as he made eye contact with Aph. Kaiden was right on the cheating, but on the wrong person. He went back to finishing up dinner. The sounds of Alina laughing as Katelyn started cooing at her, the yelling, the cooking. It was home. He was relaxed.
After finishing up dinner, Aaron made his way to Katelyn to give Alina a kiss on the cheek. “You know, Aph and I made you her madrina before she was born,” he mumbled to Katelyn. He took note of how her eyes lit up before continuing, “We know how you don't want any kids, but Aphmau trusts you, I kept telling her to tell you before making the decision but she thought you'd be mad–”
“If you two die, I get to have her?!” Katelyn looked at the one year old and hugged her close, “Aye did you hear that Alina?! You get to be all mine!” Katelyn starts smiling and kissing Alina on her cheek, spinning around while making sure to support the little girl’s head. Aaron gets taken aback by how well Katelyn had taken the news before laughing and trying to reach back for his daughter. She moves slightly away in a joking manner holding Alina close, “Hello? This is my kid, what do you think you’re doing, you delinquent?!"
“Hey hey! Kate! Nothing has happened to us yet!” He playfully yelled at Katelyn.
The house was lively, with another yelling match not only between the siblings, but with Aaron chasing Katelyn around the house for his daughter. The little one year old’s cackles following their chase.
16 year old Aaron meeting Aphmau's family….it isn’t going well…..
Withering Attachment MASTERLIST
Cw: Aaron’s dad mentioned….That’s it…
Meeting your girlfriend’s family is every partner’s nightmare. Let alone her ENTIRE family! Scenarios plagued his mind hoping nothing went wrong, and Aaron was panicking. He already fucked up when he met them briefly when he had been late dropping Aphmau home from their movie date. He had to explain how he had gotten a flat tire, but he had a spare so it wasn’t a huge worry. Her oldest sister, Katelyn, gave him the nastiest look down he has ever seen, and he swears she gave him some type of ojo. On his way back home, the truck started making a weird noise it never had before. Not only was he punished because of him not taking care of the truck, but for also coming home late. Aaron’s father made sure he would never forget where his place was for three hours straight.
Today, his dad had him doing everything because he was going to go to Aph’s house. Now he was late. Two hours late. To a barbeque.
God! Stupid stupid! WHO IS LATE TO A BBQ! Aaron cussed himself mentally as he was quickly trying to fix himself to look more presentable. As presentable as he can with grease on him and his clothes, his hair that was nicely styled, now back to its frizzy state. His truck finally decided to give out on him, nothing is going right. He yelled in frustration as he kicked the front tire, “Stupid ass truck!” The sound of the front door opened…Aaron closed his eyes and took deep breaths as he heard footsteps getting closer.
God please let it be Aph, please let it be Aph.
“You need help son?” He froze. He recognized that voice. Aph’s step-dad. Aaron turned around and stood up straighter, “Hello sir..I uh…Apologise for my tardiness Mr. Vazquez.” He stuck his hand out and made straight eye contact and — he was actually screwed. Aaron never got to have a good look at him before, but he towered over him. His eyes were harsh, his stance was firm, and he looked as if he was going to murder him right this second. Her step-father took one look at Aaron’s hand and all of his cold exterior melted, he let out a laugh causing Aaron’s hand to start shaking. His breathing started to shallow, chest tightening. Am I too dirty? Am I–
“Seems that ol’ truck isn’t cutting it anymore?”
“I- um mande?”
“That truck of yours, do you mind getting a new one? Well new for you.” Her step-dad gave him a welcoming smile, finally shaking his hand. Aaron was still stunned by the question, “I um- I wouldn’t mind it sir? Do you need me to do a job for you, Sir?” He mentally smacked himself.
“Hey, call me Eric, that sir shit makes me feel old.” Eric gestured to Aaron to follow him inside the house as he continued to talk, “ I got a good red truck if you want it. Me and the missus been wanting to get rid of it.”
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CW: death, drowning, alluded seizure, mention of religion
Santoria au! Aarmau
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3652 days—87,660 hours—5,270,400 minutes. Aaron never lost count, hoping. God, hoping, by some miracle they would come back to him. He was never in touch with his religion, yet here he was on his knees, rosary entangled in his hands causing a burning sensation as he aired out his sins. He tilted his head so he could gaze upon the eyes of the lord.
That night was a blur to him. He still feels how his heart pounded to escape his chest as his feet slowly descended the stair, his hand feeling the wooden rail pricking at him. Something was wrong, the house was too quiet. Aaron had just gotten after Alina and Angelov and grounded them. The two kids ended up trashing and breaking items in his and Aph’s room. They tried to explain that they wanted to throw a surprise for mom before she came home, but his anger got the best of him. The last words he would ever hear from his daughter would be how they would run away and how their dad isn’t being a nice dad right now. With his last words being, “Go then! See if I care!” The children had tears in their eyes before going to their rooms. A few minutes passed before Aaron had realized what he had said. They just wanted to throw a surprise for their mom, he just needed to communicate on how what they intended to do was nice but to ask for help next to. He should’ve explained to them, then helped clean the mess up and the three of them could’ve surprised Aph together. He took a deep breath, he was wrong, and he needed to apologize.
He yelled for his children, calling for them repeatedly. He was greeted with silence. As he made his way through the kitchen—the backdoor was wide open. The echo of that woman’s agony screeching ‘Mi hijos! Mi hijos!’.
Nononononononononononono
Before his mind could keep up with his body, he ran. Ran until his legs could give up. Ran ignoring how the cold wind sniped at him. He went faster and faster, his throat started to burn from the way he was breathing, all of this is miniscule…Pointless. He didn’t know how far out he was, but all he knew was he was deep enough in the woods to see the lake. The lake he would take his children to, the lake with memories of picnics, the lake with memories of family. And now there were his children with a ghostly woman making them go into the water.
He yelled for them as he approached. He yelled their names so harshly filled with no much pain that he didn’t want to believe what he saw with his own eyes.
Not my kids, please god not my kids! Lord, give me strength!
He was right there, he reached his arm out, so close to reeling his children back; he felt the warmness of their body heat.
The world started collapsing on him. The once firm ground was now sinking his feet to the ground, making gravity take Aaron to the hard dirt floor. The night sky was now falling on him, insects started to eat at him, his vocal cords no longer worked . Yet he focuses solely on his children.
He crawled to them.
Fighting nature, fighting the laws, he was there right there. Dizziness started to overtake, a taste of iron stained his mouth, his fingers started to tingle the more he struggled. He felt the water, he was about to grab his children until he felt a hard snap in his brain.
Aaron’s body started to jerk irregularly and become firm. Eyes rolling to the back of his head. Everything went dark…It was cold…It was wet.
When he came to, his children’s bodies were floating in the lake. His heart dropped, he ripped them from the water’s cold grasp and immediately tried CPR. Calling 911 and repeating the procedure to their lifeless bodies. He didn’t want to believe it, he wasn’t going to believe it. Their once warm toned body was now taken over by the pale blue of the water, their once energetic energy was now still. Their once loud voices were now silenced. Aaron couldn’t remember anything but how his voice was hoarse from his yelling about his kids. Delusion clouded his mind, not wanting to accept their fate.
Faint sounds of the sirens and the color of red and blue was all ignored from his mind. The police and the paramedics tried to pry Aarons's hold on his children but he couldn’t—He couldn’t let them go— he couldn't. He was in hysteria.
Aphmau arrived at the scene and her screams of horror will forever be imprinted in Aaron’s memory.
Note: Santoria, but it is Aaron x Aphmau. So it's just a Santoria AU
CW: Deaths, PTSD, Alluded Abuse, Loss, Trauma
Cw: some spice smut will be in some drabbles
In every universe Aaron Lycan falls for Aphmau, and in every other universe it doesn't end well. The year is 2001, Aaron has been gone for 10 years after the accident, he has returned for the final divorce proceedings. My Street has changed since he has been gone, causing him to bond with people he had cast away in order to protect his town.
Storyline:
10 Years🥀
Domestic Life:
Some drabbles of everything that has happened BEFORE the events of the events of the storyline
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You both never had much, but didn't need to. The long working hours in retail, coming home to Ein already having the house set for you and vice versa was worth it. The two of you were a power couple.
You always loved that your boyfriend was a cosmetologist, you always got everything for free, on the condition he'd do everything himself.
You wanted your nails done? Why, he was already finishing up his courses. Your skin is breaking out? Lay down on his massage table. Need a wax? Don't worry he already has your favorite heating up.
So when you came to him excitedly showing him a Pinterest photo of a woman with dark purple ghost roots with the rest of the hair ombré from purple to white, he couldn't pass it up.
He started setting up his station. “You sure? I know how you are about your virgin hair?”
“Why? You don't think it'll look good?” You pouted, looking at him set up through the mirror. He chuckled. “No, I think you'd look amazing,” kissing your forehead he continued, “I just want to make sure this is not one of your impulsive behavior.”
“Trust me it isn't!”
“Alright, I'ma put on the bleach this is your time to back out.”
Zane never liked to present or be presented as vulnerable; he irked at the idea of someone mocking him or even looking down on him. Even a shiver down his spine with the slightest bit of physical touch. Yet here he was, being the most physical he's ever been. Him under you locked in an passionate embrace. You straddling his waist as he holds your dips trying to get you closer, he wants to drown in you, drown in the kiss you two share. He doesn't regret a single bit.
Pulling away, you moved his bangs out of his face and gazed down into his eyes. He yearned for you, he yearned for more. More of you. Zane didn't care that he felt exposed for the first time in his life, he felt safe. The way your eyes sparkle looking at him, the smile that only he gets to see. He put that on your face.
"Beautiful...." Is all he mutters.
Gene released a tired grunt as he sat down on the couch, just coming home from work. You were fast asleep on the couch, TV still playing the same movie you always watch. A soft smile greeted his face seeing just how at peace you were, God you were as beautiful as Irene herself. Gene never was good at being in a relationship. Hell, he didn't even know how you put up with him, but here you are. You are laying down on his couch, in his clothes, and he wasn't complaining one bit.
“How on earth did I manage to get you?" Gene stretched to kiss your cheek, trying his best not to wake you. You began to wake up slowly from his touch, muttering out his name to confirm it was him. “Did I wake you?" Gene chuckled.
You shook your head, “How was work?" You moved to position yourself on his lap, his hands immediately find the side of your hips. Gene released an audible sign, and buried his face in your chest. You laughed as he pulled you closer, yearning to have as much weight on him as possible. “That's not important right now,” his words muffled. He visibility melted as you ran your fingers through his hair. Oh lucky he was indeed.
Garroth is balls deep, making you see stars, the two of you can't even spill out any coherent sentences. He is so pussy drunk, his brain is mush from how good you feel. It isn't until he draws an orgasm from you, that he gets close to his own. Once he feels that he is close to his climate, all you hear from him is, "Here comes the mother load!" as he spills into you. It catches you so off guard that you snap out of it, comprehend what he just said. All of a sudden you start bursting into a fit laughter.
Garroth starts laughing and places his forehead to the crook of your neck. "What? What did I say?"
" 'Here comes the mother load' ?! What is wrong with you?" You struggle to say between laughter.
