Calming Rain [ IC Vianca Blurb ]
I blame this for the dose of adorable you’re about to see. Please direct all vomiting to her. <3
And, sorry for the crappy quality of the writing. I fail, I know. X.x; Apologies...
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“This fucking sucks.”
It was one of those rarer quiet periods in the Vongola Mansion, the times when the cries of its occupants and the breaking of their belongings didn’t fill the cavernous hallways with what to them is simply noise (though to passers-by it would probably sound like someone’s getting attacked or murdered most of the time). Although, as of the past four months the mansion in general had gotten more quiet, the explanation for that one being a rather simple one indeed.
A woman of long, silver hair plunked down into the largest and most comfortable chair in the room, a heavy sigh leaving her and a bare hand rubbing her rounding stomach. At last, I’m getting a fucking moment to myself, she thought as her pale blue eyes scanned the room for any sign of life. There was Venom but... It was apparent that he wasn’t going to bother her, so she wouldn’t bother with him either. Her typical scowl faded into a more peaceful look then, the late afternoon sun kissing her skin through the open window as she allowed herself to sink into the chair. Ever since she first noticed, since everyone first noticed, her life had been nothing but questions and harassment, ranging from the good-natured attempts to help to the bastards who acted like they always did. That, combined with her goddamn hormones, was starting to become too much for her. That and the thought of just what the ever-growing swell in her body was going to bring.
“Ushishishishishi... You can’t hide forever! Come out come out wherever you are,” The near sing-song of the teenager’s voice caused her hand to raise and rub her temples in frustration. Oh hell no. Aime was here. The footsteps belonging to the offending male were all-too-present as the lithe male guardian entered the room. Those freakishly wide eyes of his, thankfully, only rested on her for a moment before he moved on and, unfortunately enough, managed to get the small man he was looking for within his clutches, “There you are. My playthings should know better than to run off like that.”
“Muu. Let me go, I’m tired of telling you that I’m not your plaything,” The near-emotionless voice was laced with annoyance as Venom kicked, not even dignifying Aime by looking at him. This was a common event, but today it seemed nothing short of irritating, that much said by Vianca shooting a glare at them.
“Do you two fucking mind? Take your shit somewhere else!”
“Why listen to what the wench has to say? I can have my Venom whenever I want, wherever I want too,” Aime’s response was quick and sharp, the insane grin of his widening as he saw the woman getting more and more irritated with them.
“Don’t be so cruel to Via, you know better than to try and cause her stress!” Oh fucking hell it was him. She could feel her temper rising and cheeks growing hot as Lucian walked into the room as well. Instinctively she swatted at the hand that touched her hair, glaring up at the man as he paid her no mind and instead wandered over to Aime and Venom, “Now out out all of you, except Via of course! You should really let me massage your back, it will help you relax and help the ba-”
“No, Lucian.”
“So mean, Via!”
“I SAID NO!!”
By this point, Venom had already left the room. Aime, having found Venom a more interesting prospect than Vianca blowing her top at Lucian, followed suit in the same direction. This, of course, did nothing to deter Lucian from his current motherly exploit.
“Then let me do your hair, so that it’ll stay soft and lovely! Heaven knows you have the time now!”
“LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE ALREADY!”
“Via~ You really shouldn’t be shouting like that! It’s bad for the baby! ♥”
“GET THE FU-”
“Shut the fuck up. Noisy shits.”
The new voice caught both Vianca’s and Lucian’s attention, the intimidating form of Don Vongola Secondo now at the open doorframe with a glass of - What was that? Surely something alcoholic - in his hand. Lucian froze and Vianca’s head immediately craned to get a better look at the familiar frown he wore. Lucian was the first to speak again after several long moments of silence, “Oh good, you’re here boss! You should really tell Aime and Venom that they should leave Via alone, they should know better but they never listen to Mama Lucy~! It’s so tough, being a mother!”
Vianca glared at Lucian as he spoke, feeling her eye twitch at the dramatic sigh he gave. It didn’t matter if he really did just mean well for her, the fact is that he was fucking pissing her off.
“I know I gave you something to do and it’s not done, trash. Do it now.”
The words were spoken with such finality that, even if you couldn’t see Lucian’s eyes, you could tell that they had widened and that he was suddenly feeling a lot more serious, “Right away! I’ll be back soon, Via! ♥”
The door was closed with a bit of an ominous click behind Lucian, the man’s eyes now on her. Vianca was in his chair after all, she knew that. So she shifted, making as if to get up when-
“Did I say you could leave, trash?”
“You didn’t say I couldn’t either, damn boss,” Immediately she retorted, feeling herself flush slightly at the smirk he was wearing. She watched as he approached her then, feeling annoyed at that smug look of his welling within her while he set the glass down on a nearby table, “The fuck do you want with me, then?”
He didn’t say a word as he approached, all the while never allowing his eyes to leave Vianca even after she had turned away. One of his large and calloused hands reached out then, placed on her stomach and immediately drawing her attention again. He kneeled down beside her after, smirking up at her before, very gently, he placed his lips against the bump that had taken its sweet time growing within her.
“I don’t need an excuse to see my child or the woman carrying him, Vianca.”
Damn it all if she wasn’t blushing and she swore her heart was two seconds from jumping right out of her throat. She didn’t dare let the reaction show, instead continuing to glare at the man while he gave that smirk back to her, “I still don’t have to fucking like this.”
“No, you don’t. But you’re stuck with it now,” He shifted along the floor, leaning up and pressing his lips against her neck a moment later, “And you can’t fucking hate it that much if you said yes to begin with.”
“... Shut up.”
A smirk and Arcangelo was on his feet, moving to grab his bourbon again. Today was a good day... Especially since Vianca wasn’t on another one of her fucking mood swings.
Damn if he didn’t want her fucking pregnancy to be done already though.
And, sorry for the crappy quality of the writing. I fail, I know. X.x; Apologies...
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“This fucking sucks.”
It was one of those rarer quiet periods in the Vongola Mansion, the times when the cries of its occupants and the breaking of their belongings didn’t fill the cavernous hallways with what to them is simply noise (though to passers-by it would probably sound like someone’s getting attacked or murdered most of the time). Although, as of the past four months the mansion in general had gotten more quiet, the explanation for that one being a rather simple one indeed.
A woman of long, silver hair plunked down into the largest and most comfortable chair in the room, a heavy sigh leaving her and a bare hand rubbing her rounding stomach. At last, I’m getting a fucking moment to myself, she thought as her pale blue eyes scanned the room for any sign of life. There was Venom but... It was apparent that he wasn’t going to bother her, so she wouldn’t bother with him either. Her typical scowl faded into a more peaceful look then, the late afternoon sun kissing her skin through the open window as she allowed herself to sink into the chair. Ever since she first noticed, since everyone first noticed, her life had been nothing but questions and harassment, ranging from the good-natured attempts to help to the bastards who acted like they always did. That, combined with her goddamn hormones, was starting to become too much for her. That and the thought of just what the ever-growing swell in her body was going to bring.
“Ushishishishishi... You can’t hide forever! Come out come out wherever you are,” The near sing-song of the teenager’s voice caused her hand to raise and rub her temples in frustration. Oh hell no. Aime was here. The footsteps belonging to the offending male were all-too-present as the lithe male guardian entered the room. Those freakishly wide eyes of his, thankfully, only rested on her for a moment before he moved on and, unfortunately enough, managed to get the small man he was looking for within his clutches, “There you are. My playthings should know better than to run off like that.”
“Muu. Let me go, I’m tired of telling you that I’m not your plaything,” The near-emotionless voice was laced with annoyance as Venom kicked, not even dignifying Aime by looking at him. This was a common event, but today it seemed nothing short of irritating, that much said by Vianca shooting a glare at them.
“Do you two fucking mind? Take your shit somewhere else!”
“Why listen to what the wench has to say? I can have my Venom whenever I want, wherever I want too,” Aime’s response was quick and sharp, the insane grin of his widening as he saw the woman getting more and more irritated with them.
“Don’t be so cruel to Via, you know better than to try and cause her stress!” Oh fucking hell it was him. She could feel her temper rising and cheeks growing hot as Lucian walked into the room as well. Instinctively she swatted at the hand that touched her hair, glaring up at the man as he paid her no mind and instead wandered over to Aime and Venom, “Now out out all of you, except Via of course! You should really let me massage your back, it will help you relax and help the ba-”
“No, Lucian.”
“So mean, Via!”
“I SAID NO!!”
By this point, Venom had already left the room. Aime, having found Venom a more interesting prospect than Vianca blowing her top at Lucian, followed suit in the same direction. This, of course, did nothing to deter Lucian from his current motherly exploit.
“Then let me do your hair, so that it’ll stay soft and lovely! Heaven knows you have the time now!”
“LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE ALREADY!”
“Via~ You really shouldn’t be shouting like that! It’s bad for the baby! ♥”
“GET THE FU-”
“Shut the fuck up. Noisy shits.”
The new voice caught both Vianca’s and Lucian’s attention, the intimidating form of Don Vongola Secondo now at the open doorframe with a glass of - What was that? Surely something alcoholic - in his hand. Lucian froze and Vianca’s head immediately craned to get a better look at the familiar frown he wore. Lucian was the first to speak again after several long moments of silence, “Oh good, you’re here boss! You should really tell Aime and Venom that they should leave Via alone, they should know better but they never listen to Mama Lucy~! It’s so tough, being a mother!”
Vianca glared at Lucian as he spoke, feeling her eye twitch at the dramatic sigh he gave. It didn’t matter if he really did just mean well for her, the fact is that he was fucking pissing her off.
“I know I gave you something to do and it’s not done, trash. Do it now.”
The words were spoken with such finality that, even if you couldn’t see Lucian’s eyes, you could tell that they had widened and that he was suddenly feeling a lot more serious, “Right away! I’ll be back soon, Via! ♥”
The door was closed with a bit of an ominous click behind Lucian, the man’s eyes now on her. Vianca was in his chair after all, she knew that. So she shifted, making as if to get up when-
“Did I say you could leave, trash?”
“You didn’t say I couldn’t either, damn boss,” Immediately she retorted, feeling herself flush slightly at the smirk he was wearing. She watched as he approached her then, feeling annoyed at that smug look of his welling within her while he set the glass down on a nearby table, “The fuck do you want with me, then?”
He didn’t say a word as he approached, all the while never allowing his eyes to leave Vianca even after she had turned away. One of his large and calloused hands reached out then, placed on her stomach and immediately drawing her attention again. He kneeled down beside her after, smirking up at her before, very gently, he placed his lips against the bump that had taken its sweet time growing within her.
“I don’t need an excuse to see my child or the woman carrying him, Vianca.”
Damn it all if she wasn’t blushing and she swore her heart was two seconds from jumping right out of her throat. She didn’t dare let the reaction show, instead continuing to glare at the man while he gave that smirk back to her, “I still don’t have to fucking like this.”
“No, you don’t. But you’re stuck with it now,” He shifted along the floor, leaning up and pressing his lips against her neck a moment later, “And you can’t fucking hate it that much if you said yes to begin with.”
“... Shut up.”
A smirk and Arcangelo was on his feet, moving to grab his bourbon again. Today was a good day... Especially since Vianca wasn’t on another one of her fucking mood swings.
Damn if he didn’t want her fucking pregnancy to be done already though.