Multi-Fandom Imagines

1/3 Part 2

A/n: Hello everybody! Today is September 9, 2020. THE DUNE TRAILER JUST DROPPED!! I had a freaking panic attack and was screaming at the top of my lungs when I watched it. I'm so excited for it to drop on December 18. I live in California, and there are a gazillion different fires happening, so the view from my house looks so fucking apocalyptic. It's really scary, actually. If you like Marvel, Star Wars, or Stranger Things, be sure to check out my other works. I love you with all my person. Enjoy!

Y/n strolls into the throne room, long black train flowing behind her. Her mates smirk at her, and Marcus comes down to assist her up the stairs. 

He allows her to relax on his throne. Usually she would perch on one of their laps, but her large swollen stomach prevents her from doing so.

Her pregnancy has been anything but easy. Since she found out that she was having triplets, her mates have been rushing around, making preperations for the babies. 

Because Y/n is already a vampire, she won't be killed or hurt during the birth, other than the usual tears down there. 

"Would you like to go for a walk, my love?" Caius offers.

Y/n smiles. They help her out of the castle and into the crisp autumn air.

The red and orange leaves float from the tree to the ground, crunching beneath their feet. A breeze blows through the passageways. 

The sun has just begun dipping down into the pastel sky, clouds swirling above them. Y/n sighs and cradles her stomach. "It's times like these that I wish I could feel. I would picnic on the top of a hill at twilight, and feel the cool breeze mingling with the warm late summer air. I would bring wine and cheese, and life would be good."

Her bottom lip trembles and she bursts into tears. "But I can't do that because I'm a pregnant vampire!" She wails. Aro eyes his brothers and comforts Y/n.

\--/

Y/n relaxes on the balcony as her men tend to her. Marcus rubs her feet, Caius rubs her hands, and Aro massages her shoulders. 

Aro peppers kisses along her neck, and Caius does the same on her hand and wrist. Marcus, as he is by her feet, refrains from kissing them.

Y/n closes her eyes, but quickly opens them again when she feels a slight pop, like a gas cramp, and a trickling sensation down her legs. 

She squeezes her eyes shut, embarassed that she may have peed again, but a dull ache comes next, like something is pressing down on her bum.

"Oh, no."

"What is it, love?" Aro asks.

"I think my water just broke."

\--/

"Ma'am, I need you to keep pushing," Dr. Satori coaxes. 

"AH! I KNOW!" Y/n screams, clutching Caius's hand. She is propped up in between his legs and he is holding both of her hands as Aro and Marcus stand behind the doctor, observing her work with puzzled expressions.

"Keep pushing, keep pushing! You got it!"

"THIS IS ALL YOUR GUYS'S FAULTS!" Y/n swears loudly, squeezing Caius's hands so hard his face begins contorting.

Dr. Satori ducks her head down as she snickers. "You're really, really close, Y/n! I need you to take a break for about 20 seconds. Breathe. Breathing is really important."

"I'm a vampire; I don't need to breath."

"Ok, yes, but it'll help coax the babies out of the birth canal. And take a big deep breath and just push as hard as you can!"

Soft cries fill the room.

\--/

Two babies rest in Y/n's arms and one is nestled between her legs. As they sleep, small noises escape them. 

The more Y/n looks at them, the more she loves them. The best part is that each one looks like a different king. 

"They are so beautiful, my love," Aro says, gazing at his children. 

Y/n smiles gently at them. "I think that they are half-siblings. Each one looks like one of you. For example, Adele looks like you, Aro. She has black straight hair and a rather large nose."

"Hey!"

"But she has my lips and my eyes. And Caius, Leo looks like you, with his blonde hair and warm eyes. Marcus, Gabriel resembles you."

The men gaze at each baby as they realize that Y/n is right. "Now, although they are half-siblings doesn't mean that they aren't still siblings. This will be an odd household, but a tight-nit one."