#(( threads : chelsea volturi ))

[fightingdragcnswithycu]

closed starter : chelsea & victoria ( @mcrcki ) prompt : sender is suspiciously investigating if receiver is a witch/fairy venue : local tavern

chelsea thought she recognised the woman but couldn't quite place her. she had met many people in her long life and the redhead did not appear to recognise her so maybe she was mistaken. however, she felt eyes burning into her when she looked away, "can i help you?" she asked, "or am i just impossible not to stare at?"

[immobiliter]

       “ If the money just wasn't there, and the power I had was gone... ” If the Volturi were gone, she wanted to say, though Chelsea couldn't quite will herself to say those words. Even thinking them was a sin, after all: Aro's will — and his powers of telepathy — were wide-reaching. “ Would you then be satisfied? ”

🎁 / @mysticwrit + cordelia 39. figure you out, djo

[fightingdragcnswithycu]

open starter : chelsea & chiye ( @mvsicinthedvrk ) venue : the bar she works at

"how did you get back here?" chelsea asked, looking up from where she taking her break in the alley, "is my colleague not a sufficient enough bartender for you? do you miss me?" she teased. in the few weeks that she started working at the bar, she had become friendly with the regular customer, often teasing hi and having interesting conversations.

[goldeneyedgirl]

Ficmas22: Day 10: ATBT

So I went to all the trouble of borrowing a laptop and then laughed at myself because I left tonight's offering on the local disk of my computer at home.

So we'll head back to the classics with a little more of ATBT because this is a Ficmas Tradition at this point.

I've been up since 4am, so I will bid you adieu and goodnight!

All These Broken Things

Her mouth is at the throat of a deer when Bella’s leap of faith pierces her thoughts, and she is running before she comprehends what she has seen. The half-eaten deer is left in the forest, and there is blood on her face as she tumbles into the house.

They are in Alaska, visiting friends of the Cullens, exquisite blonde women who look like angels, and a Spanish couple who are terribly kind. They all treat her like a curiosity, and storming into the house in a blood-splattered tank top and bare feet does not make them think that she is more stable.

“Bella,” she gasps. “She’s going to kill herself.”

Only Jasper and Tanya are there, and both are startled at her declaration, as she tears upstairs. She can make it to Forks in around a day, at her top speed.

She reappears before Jasper and Tanya have moved, wearing a clean shirt and shoes she doubts will last the run.

“I have to go,” she blurts out, and she tumbles from the house, ignoring Jasper and Tanya’s calls, and she starts to run back to Forks, churning snow and mud up as she runs. Her pace is uneven, almost like a rocking-horse, because of her bad knee.

She makes it to Forks in less than a day, stumbling towards Bella’s house

Bella is alive. And well, in the company of a hulking Quileute boy who sneers at her, and she didn’t need to come. Bella is stunned at her reappearance - and cripplingly disappointed when she discovers Edward isn’t back. That none of the Cullens are. She apologises, her voice quiet, and her mind heavy with how the Cullens will react when they know she came back to Forks and she went to see Bella herself, all for nothing.

She goes back to the Cullen house after dark, to feed and change, before she returns to Alaska.

It’s at the throat of another deer that everything gets much, much worse, and the threads of that future are so fragile, she might not be able to fix it. But she has to try.

(Goddamnit, she doesn’t even know how to drive, and it is more luck than planning, that the Cullens have created documents for her, locked up in the wall-safe in Carlisle’s office. But the pieces fit together tentatively; and if this ends with her perishing in Edward’s place, well, the loss of her won’t break any hearts.)

==

If there was one thing that James feared, it was the Volturi. He was fastidious about cleaning up after themselves, paranoid they would leave a trail. That he would have to face down the self-declared kings of the vampire world and be judged.

And here she is, standing on the other side of Bella, facing down these illustrious men.

She doesn’t look much. The dress and shoes she wears were lifted from a suitcase at the airport; she’s almost positive that the dress is actually a tunic, and the shoes belong to a child. They are sad rags of things, crushed and grubby. But better these stolen garments that the filthy pants and shirt she wore from Forks.

She sees how pathetic she looks in the amused, superior gazes of Jane, of Giana, Chelsea and Renata. But pity has spared her life before, so she will wear it like chainmail, a shield she can hide behind.

Aro wants to take her hand; she knew it would come, the inevitable cost of being here, of saving a life or two. Of Edward’s choice – Aro has already seen the corners of Edward’s mind and is eager to see hers, to see the span of her gift. He is already mentally creating a space for her in his collection, a priceless piece.

She sees the flicker in his gaze upon seeing her in person; the surprise that the all-seeing one is just a sad girl in stolen clothes. Perhaps Edward smoothed the rough edges in his mind, perhaps the clothes and splendour of the Cullens gave her a rose-coloured tint and Aro expected someone elegant, articulate, splendid.

When Aro holds her hand and sees, he looks upon her with pity, clasping her hand gently.

“My dear girl,” he breathes, and squeezes her hand gently, and she looks away. “Certainly, there is no problem here,” he declares to the room.

Bella will live (for now.)

Edward will live, and return to his family.

And she will live and stay free (that is confusing and unexpected.)

They are forced to remain in the lobby of the castle until after dark. Bella and Edward curl against each other, murmuring reassurances, so it is up to her to call the Cullens in Alaska and tell them.

“Edward and Bella are okay and coming home,” she tells Carlisle, and the cheers in the background are enough to make her grin.

(Edward doesn’t verbally thank her, but he gives her a blue coat he steals that is too small for a shivering Bella. It has golden buttons shaped like hearts and she loves it.)

==

Returning to Forks makes them all happier.

Rosalie even deigns to give her driving lessons – albeit, in Edward’s Volvo.

She doesn’t know why returning to Forks doesn’t make her happy. It’s the place she’s stayed the longest, the place she knows the best. The Cullens are back together, are happy again. Plans are slowly wefting around Bella’s future - she will be a Cullen sooner rather than later. Of course, she has to be - Aro has made sure of that - but the whole debacle has carved out a Bella-shaped hole in the family . She is one of them now.

Bella is keen to update them on everything that has transpired since they left; the Quileute shapeshifters, the death of one of the elders, and - shockingly enough - the return of Laurent.

That makes her stomach twist - Laurent was never like James; a silky grope in a stolen moment with a dare on his lips to protest, or stealing her paltry meal out of spite, that was the worst Laurent ever did to her. But he was one of them. And the knowledge that the wolves of the res have ripped and burnt him and he’s never coming back is a wonderful, terrible thing.

She’s not sure how to feel when none of the Cullens ask her about his demise, as if they’ve entirely forgotten her association with him.

She gets some kind of answer a week later during a family hunt, when they arrive into one clearing and she can smell Victoria all over the place, and she lets out a whine of fear.

Victoria knew cruelty. Victoria had hated Alice for her role in their group, for James’ unceasing obsession. And she had egged him on out of spite, out of some kind of misguided vengeance to pay Alice back.

Apparently Victoria’s presence around Forks is a surprise to no one else, and Edward scoffs at her reluctance to be anywhere in the vicinity of the scent. It’s Bella who should be afraid, soft mortal little Bella - the one who got James destroyed. Alice has nothing to worry about, apparently.

She finds herself a deer, feeling like she’s watching herself from a few feet away, and she stares into the deer’s eyes, wild and panicked but accepting. Its heartbeat is too fast, and she should break its neck to put it out of its misery.

Instead, she lets it go. She knows that it won’t have a long life - it may even have a heart attack thanks to her - but she’s envious of any creature that can outrun its problems, that is offered a small amount of mercy.

[fyrebred]

          A RARE INSTANCE IN WHICH carlisle was not holed up in either the hospital or his home, but was instead settled inside the small coffee shop on the main stretch of street. since the birth of his granddaughter, the doctor had delved into all sorts of research regarding hybrids and their growth. reading through several reports under the guise of an old english novel, the bell above the door of the building pulled his attention skyward, catching sight of a familiar face. ever the kind soul, carlisle offered chelsea a pleasant smile in greeting. ❝ chelsea ! it’s been so long since i’ve seen you last. what brings you to town ? ❞ though he knew better and dreaded the answer.     /     @chvrmion.

[immobiliter]

       Despite Chelsea's thinning temper, she did not expect a straight answer from Cor. It was often a challenge to get any sort of constructive response out of her at all. It was frustrating, maddening... and part of the reason why the pair continued to orbit each other these many decades later. Chelsea simply watched as the other woman nearly emptied her glass, and finally turned to face her. There was a long pause before she spoke again. “ So why are you here, then? Small town Virginia seems a bit tame for you. ” It was not exactly Paris, or New York, or Rome. Mystic Falls had not been on the Volturi's radar for nearly a hundred and fifty years. That had changed as of late, but it still didn't seem like the sort of sleepy town that appealed to Cor's sense of fun and spontaneity. “ You must have heard something, even if you're not involved. ” Yet, she wanted to add, but refrained.

  a poorly concealed scoff slipped past cordelia's lips as she eyed chelsea dubiously. the older vampire could argue all she wanted about her ability to have fun, but her actions contradicted her at almost every turn — case in point: right now. it was likely a good thing that chelsea could no longer see cordelia's expression, thoroughly unimpressed as it was. she didn't even bother to turn around to face the other woman right away. " well, you do know what they say about the world being small, " cordelia responded airily, lifting her glass to her lips to take a generous swig of wine. the glass was nearly empty by the time cordelia finally turned to face chelsea, her hand resting against the backing of the chair that had been vacated not long ago. " i've only just arrived, so apart from whatever you've heard ... and apart from that — " she nodded her head vaguely in the direction of the body lying on the floor. " i've been a good girl. "

[americancowgirl19]

To the End of Days

Summary: Caius reassures you how important you are to him

Warnings: Fluff, angst

Reader: Gender Neutral Read but it leans more feminine 

Pairings: Caius Volturi x Human Reader

Word Count: 1,132

A/n:  This was a request by an anon: Hey love! I was reading your works, and I’m in love!! I was wondering if you could write a fic about caius from twilight, where the girl is his mate, and he killed someone in a gruesome way and he didn’t know she was around. and she was scared of him doing that to her? I’m glad you’re enjoying my work! Hopefully you’ll like this one!

Masterlist

How did your life get to this? A couple of months ago you were visiting Italy before fall semester of college. Now you’re living in a castle full of vampires. They wouldn’t let you leave but a part of you, a part that grows bigger as time passes, didn’t want to leave.

You had miraculously survived the tour massacre but only because a blond vampire had protected you. Caius had protected you. He took you to a private room and explained what was going on. He wasn’t the kindest but as you spent more time with him you noticed he was softening up around you.

No longer was he sneering at everything you did or tensing when you accidently touched. His words weren’t as harsh as they used to be and he’s becoming more patient with you. You two had a long way to go but it pleased you that he was beginning to try. 

The last couple of weeks had been... nice. No one tried to kill you. Caius and you hadn’t fought over anything. You even made a friend out of the vampires Corin and Chelsea. They explained the things you were too scared or uncomfortable to ask Caius.

Of course, being one of the only humans amongst vampires made things interesting. You had good times but there was also plenty of tense and nerve-racking moments.

You felt silly, the last few weeks had been good enough to where you believed things were finally becoming normal again. It didn’t occur to you, during this time, that you lived with vicious human eating creatures. Not only were they vicious against humans but amongst themselves and other vampires as well.

You were rudely reminded when you were walking down the hall with Corin and a vampire came out of the throne room a few feet in front of you. The Volturi had brought in a coven. They were destroying them when one escaped.

It’s pure black eyes looked at you. Corin moved in front of you as the vampire shifted. Before he could attack you two a tall, blond vampire appeared. Caius had followed the vampire out. He mercilessly tore him apart. It’s the most brutal act of violence you witnessed since surviving the tour feeding.

Seeing that Caius had the vampire handled, Corin scoops you up and runs. She only stops once your in the room you share with Caius. She gently sets you down and ushers you inside.

You walk inside and close the door behind you. You knew she would stand guard outside. You paced in the room, your fingers threading through your hair a hundred times.

Your mind is racing. All you can think about is how ruthless these vampires are. You think about the tour feeding. Innocent people who just wanted to get out of the house slaughtered all around you. You remember the stench, the screams, the fear. You remember the look in the vampires eyes as they fed and how they tried to get to you. They were inhuman.

You slowly sit down at the table trying to calm down. You wanted to trust that Caius wouldn’t hurt you. Hell, he’s the one that’s always protecting you. But still you couldn’t help but wonder.

Corin had once explained to you about the laws of the vampire world. Humans weren’t supposed to know about their kind, let alone live in their castle. You were human. How much longer would you be alive? Would you fall asleep and just never wake up? Would Caius get tired of your and drain you dry? Had he saved you just to save your fresh blood for a rainy day? Or would another vampire try to kill you and either Caius wouldn’t save you or he wouldn’t be there?

When the door opens you’re head snaps over. Caius enters and takes his cloak off. You’re eyes follow him. You try to force yourself to relax but all you can think about is Caius destroying the vampire right in front of you.

“You’re heart is running faster than a jackrabbit, my dear” Caius comments finally turning toward you. Your body tenses even more. You try to gauge his temperament but the only time Caius ever shows emotion is when he’s angry. Anger and arrogance are the only emotion Caius allows to show through. “Are you alright?” He asks, slowly approaching you as if you were a skittish animal.

“I’m fine,” Your voice squeaks. He raises his eyebrows obviously not believing you.

“Wanna try that again?” He suggests, sitting in the seat beside you. “You’re afraid,” He notes. “What’s wrong?” Your eyes downcast to your fidgeting fingers. He grips your chin and forces you to look back at him. “Tell me,” He demands.

“Are you going to kill me?” You ask, your voice lower than you expected.

“Kill you?” Caius searches your eyes as he wonders why you’re thinking about this. “Eventually, when you’re ready, you’ll be turned into a vampire,” Caius tells you. “But that will not be for a least another year, perhaps more if you truly wish,”

“You’re going to turn me,” You state, though it sounds like a question.

“Yes,” Caius nods. “And I will help you adjust when the time comes. Until then, you will live here as a human. I won’t allow any harm to come to you,”

“You’ll protect me...” Caius nods. “... Even from yourself?” You whisper.

“Are you afraid... of me?” Caius asks, shifting in his seat. You look away again. Caius doesn’t force you to look at him but he grabs your hands. You cling to his small act of comfort but you crave more. You grip his hands and as if he can read your mind, he pulls you from your chair and onto his lap.

Naturally, you curl into his chest. His cool arms wrap around you and his chin rests on your head. He’s never been this affectionate before and you’re soaking it up while you can.

“You, my sweet darling, are the only person alive that has nothing to fear from me. I will never harm you. I will protect you to the end of days.” He vows. Slowly, your body loses the tension and your heart slows. “You’re going to be fine, amore, I’ll protect you and be by your side forever,” You smile, snuggling deeper into his embrace.

Caius cracks a smile, holding you closer. His eyes close as he enjoys the feeling of you in his arms. He never wants to let you go and is relieved that you’re not fighting to leave his grip. He risks a kiss on to top of your head and is pleased when he notices the corner of your lip lifting.

“You’re mine,” He whispers, kissing your head once more.

[totallycorrecttwilight]

Hi! Me again 😂

I was wondering what you think the Volturi guards would be like when they’re sleeping (discounting the fact that in canon, vampires can’t sleep)

Thank you😊

Hi again, friend!

I love ignoring canon ahahah. So let's say, they do sleep.

Corin's room is very minimalistic, I feel, and she has a wide bed with white/cream bedsheets and a lot of pillows. She sleeps with a thin cover, even in winter. Cozy PJs — pants, and sweater/long-sleeved shirt. I have a feeling she's got a fluffy unicorn toy she sleeps with. I believe it. I can imagine it so well.

Renata feels like she's hella neat and everything's got its place. Everything's proper. She's got a thin blanket for the warm weather and she's got a feather-stuffed heavy blanket for the harshest, coldest months of the year. She's got fluffy pillows and she happily sleeps between them. She doesn't need any fluffy toys, because she's got her pillows. This is where she drinks her hot cocoa with three marshmallows. She definitely has fairy lights wrapped around her headboard.

I'm not gonna lie. I don't know how Santiago sleeps. Poor dude has nothing. I hope he sleeps well.

Afton sleeps with one eye open. He's well aware Aro dislikes him. He's well aware he can be disposed of very easily. He also believes that Aro's not gonna go for the obvious route, but it doesn't make him any less nervous. He sleeps near Chelsea, because of course, he does, because that's the safest place he can think of.

Heidi's got her queen-sized bed and you know this. She's got that dark elegant aesthetic. It smells nice in her room. She's got a set of huge mirrors. A huge wardrobe. Fifteen different types of hairbrushes, you know the deal. She sleeps like a queen, on silken sheets, most of the time with earplugs in. Because of her job, I think she makes her bedroom and her nighttime routine as relaxing as possible. She rarely lets the boys into her room, because all they bring is chaos. If she does, it's cute, and they nap on top of each other.

Demetri is a fancy-ass dude. His sheets need to have a high thread count. They have to be expensive. He changes them often and takes care of them like one would with a living being. He's the dude that sleeps either in a really weird-ass suit-like (but silk) PJs or butt naked. The latter is probably more common because he believes himself to be a gift to the world. He doesn't use blankets. Why bother when you consider your bare ass to be some kind of a trophy.

Felix sleeps right across his bed. It's nearly impossible to sleep with him in the same bed because he just takes it all over. No blankets. Pillows? Rarely. Can be found on the floor. He'll sleep anywhere. Bed, couch, floor, a chair. God help anyone who lets him occupy their bed.

For some reason, I can't imagine Jane and Alec not sharing a room. It's definitely spacious, but they share it. During the years they've had both twin beds and bunk beds, and while bunk beds were fun for obvious reasons, I think currently they're back to their twin beds. They chat and exchange jokes and memes for a while after they turn off the lights, and it's cute and wholesome, okay? They feel safe in each other's presence. It's adorable. Jane's got a nice full-length Pj set and so does Alec. They match.

Chelsea has probably the largest room of all guards. She shares it with Afton because he didn't get one. It's fancy. It has a lot of extras. Her nightwear is spectacular. Expensive. She basically arranges how her hair's gonna fall when she falls asleep. Afton helps her with that. The bed in itself isn't super large, but that just gives them a reason to snuggle.

[wallwriterstuff]

The Big Bad Wolf ||Demetri Volturi x Female Reader||

Warnings: A bit angsty at first, but otherwise it’s very fluffy 

Words: 5092 

Taglist: @thelastemzy​ @kpopgirlbtssvt @a-avaunce @college-is-coming​ @alecvolturiswifeforever​ @broskibowser​ @volturidoll13​ @raindancer2004​

Summary: 

Part 1: Little Red Riding Hood   Part 3: What Soft Lips You Have  Part 4: And They Have Lived Happily Ever After 

Demetri ponders why his mate doesn’t seem to feel what he feels, tries to plan ahead, and makes an important promise to the one person he can no longer be without. 

What did she dream of?

When her face scrunched like that. When her body twisted like it was trying to escape or flee or maybe curl closer? When her lips moved but no discernible noise escaped them. When she sighed contentedly.

What did she dream of?

When her fingers clenched into thick wool. When her cheek rubbed the same fabric. When vibrant eyes fluttered behind closed lids.

What did she dream of?

He still had no answer despite years of watching her – at least that was how it felt. He could vividly recreate her face in his mind, from the soft curve of her jaw that gave her face that classic oval shape the Swan Sister’s shared to the iridescence of those big Y/E/C eyes. In reality, he simple hadn’t stopped staring since she sort of collapsed into him, her exhausted body no longer capable of keeping her upright once he used the advantages fate had bestowed upon him to try and calm her from her obviously terrified state. Demetri couldn’t honestly say he blamed her, being afraid of her current situation. The moment she had stepped on the plane his mate had been subject to stares, the probing and malicious kind of looks that only those who thought they were above you could really give. Those looks gave way to open shock and clear, intense dislike when Demetri ushered her into the small booth of the Private Jet, the one reserved for the Higher Guard only.

To add to her worry, Aro had drifted over before long to discuss her change, Caius’s open dislike for her enough to make it clear only Demetri seemed to be overly bothered about whether or not she could endure the transformation. He was determined to make it so, bargaining for at least a night of sleep since the poor thing looked so drained. Her sister was pale it was true but there was something about the bags under her eyes that didn’t sit well with him. Alone, afraid, his mate looked nothing like the strong woman who had spoken out against the injustice her family were facing, and he would have devoted every last inch of himself to seeing her smile if only the timing was right. But he had scared her to, hadn’t he? His reaction to what was obviously a very upsetting scar of all things…

It was the principle of the thing! To think someone else’s venom had entered her bloodstream, that someone else had tasted the alluring wine lingering in her veins! The thought had driven him to near madness as most other things about her had that day. It had started off quite gently, as the mate pull should be he supposed. Her scent had made him pause, watching from a distance as she spied on them with no real idea of the consequences it held for either of them, breathing her in one deep inhale at a time as he tried to figure out why the scent was so alluring – then recoiling in surprise when he realised it was because it was all his favourite scents rolled into something unique and tantalising on the tongue. Curiosity had been the first major emotion, itching at his brain, and when Aro’s impatience had forced him to reveal himself to her, it had been quiet, reverent awe that came next.

Awe that he could have the privilege to gaze upon a creature so lovely, from the red tinge to her cold skin to the soft waves of hair that almost begged him to run his fingers through it. The moment he had dared meet her gaze the world calmed, like a storm had brewed and raged within him without him ever noticing until that moment. There was nothing and no one, not a sound or a directive that could have moved him for the seconds it took the mate pull to thrum in the back of his mind, slowly beginning the momentous task of realigning every instinct and every fibre of his being to her, making her the focal point of his existence. This experience was supposed to be sweet and slow, yet watching her wilt under Aro’s stare, knowing the danger she was in, had only sped it up, fate intervening to ensure he protected what was his so he didn’t lose it too soon. The moment his Master leaned forward he knew well his intentions, and Demetri couldn’t honestly recall what happened next since his body had took the lead and given his mind a backstage pass to watch the show from afar.

“You’ve been out of sorts since you met her. Is the pull that strong or is there something more at play here?” Felix asked, a low murmur that only their little booth would hear. Though they made no effort to be friendly his friends had, at the very least, kept their conversations at a more human volume so she would not be left out. Even if she did not take part in their discussions she was not excluded from them. Demetri reflexively tightened his grip, still unable to move his eyes from her for even a moment. He still felt like he was on high alert, like he was waiting for the enemy to come crashing in at any moment and take her from his grasp.

“Yes Demetri do tell, you’ve fawned over her like one might an infant.” Jane looked thoroughly amused at his discomfort and he made a mental note to pay her back for it later…when he could think straight. Every now and then, she would inhale deeply, curling tighter into the cloak he had wrapped around her before she had practically fallen into his lap, pressing tighter to his body as he held her close. He couldn’t understand it himself. Instinctually she knew, her body just…knew, surely? His scent, his presence, it had calmed her as it should. If her body knew to react to this bond, then why couldn’t her mind process it? Did she actually feel anything? Did she not have any of the confusing, intense emotion that he felt?

No…no it had to be the bite. That stupid, stupid bite. He couldn’t stop seeing it in his mind’s eye. She didn’t feel like his, that was the problem. He held her in his arms and she had come with him willingly but she wasn’t his, not till he erased that venom and replaced it with his own.

“Alec…I have a rather large favour to ask you.” He said finally, looking up at him. The boy tilted his head, silently studying the tracker before he nodded once.

“Then ask.” He invited. Even now he had to fight to keep his gaze on Alec, his eyes already itching to look back down and watch her expressions shift as she dreamed. It would be the last dream she ever had. He hoped it was a pleasant one.

“I need someone with me Alec, I cannot turn her alone…I suspect they know that, that that is my punishment for my disobedience on the battlefield earlier. I would have no one else do it anyway but…Alec if I cannot stop myself, please, I beg you stop me.” Demetri implored quietly. Alec seemed surprised at the intensity of the agony that was conveyed in his eyes. Demetri couldn’t really have explained it either, but every thread of his existence was tied so inextricably to her’s in the space of a few short hours that all he knew was that to lose her would be to lose himself. It had all happened so fast it was dizzying, but slowly the fog was clearing and his way out of this mess was clear. Turn his mate, ensure her safety throughout her newborn year, then they were both home free having proven their loyalty to one another and their coven – whether Y/N was there by a deal or by choice.

“Wouldn’t my gift be more effective at dissuading you?” Jane wondered.

“It would also be a wonderful way of ensuring I bite down and pull her throat out with my teeth.” Demetri pointed out, flinching slightly at the grotesque mental image.

“I can strip your taste. You would not want to keep feeding as it would feel pointless then.” Alec said finally. It was as close to an agreement as Demetri knew he would get and he nodded his gratitude as the jet began to descend. She stirred multiple times, his little human struggling to return to slumber each time she awoke as they moved between the landing strip and the Castle, something not even the warm embrace of his cloak could cure. She was blazing like a fire in his arms but seemed content with the temperature, dozing on his shoulder and then his bed after he left her cocooned there. Since she liked the warm, he made sure to stoke the fire before showering. He stayed under the warm water a long time, mind swirling with a number of burgeoning thoughts he couldn’t seem to shift.

His mate was right in the other room and yet she felt so far away from him. His whole life had changed drastically in the blink of an eye, and the price he was paying felt far too high. Her life was quite literally at stake, hanging in the balance where the only thing stopping the momentum from tipping too far to the wrong side was his self-control. Demetri had only ever bitten with the intent to feed, never feeling compelled to create company given he had never been a nomad and alone. Did he even have the self-control for this? The thought plagued him because that was his punishment, and he knew he had to endure for the sake of Y/N and himself. To lose her would be to condemn himself, yet with Chelsea on their side he was sure if Aro still felt he was of use he would never escape that particular torment.

By the time he had stepped out, dried and changed into something comfier than his official battle uniform, Y/N had slipped out of his cloak to curl up in front of the fire instead. With a pillow trapped between her chest and her knees, she hugged them close and stared into the flames, face half-covered by fabric and eyes red rimmed. It wasn’t difficult to smell the salt lingering on the damp fabric and understand what had happened in his absence. Oh, how his heart broke…

“I thought you were sleeping.” He said. She jumped, furiously wiping at her eyes before she somewhat relaxed again into her original position. She had tied her hair back now, long Y/H/C waves messily scraped into a bun that hadn’t managed to capture every strand. He felt another painful pinch in his chest when she refused to look at him.

“I don’t really sleep.” She mumbled. Demetri frowned slightly, inching closer to test her boundaries. She didn’t say anything, merely let him slip ever so slowly until he was sitting beside her, his knees drawn up so he could rest his forearms on them – and keep his feet away from the fire. They sat in silence for a long while, Demetri counting every painful minute in his head as they ticked by, moments with his mate draining away like sand in an hourglass he could never get back. Why was it so hard to talk to her? Every time he opened his mouth he closed it again almost immediately, not knowing if something he said might set her off or upset her more. What did she speak about to others’? So much to learn and so little time till she was lost to the thirst for a while…

“Forgive me, for the way I acted when we returned to your home. It was…selfish.” He settled on that, a safe enough topic he supposed given it was the only real experience they had shared together.

“Yeah, it was.” she couldn’t seem to bring herself to speak any louder than a mumble. Demetri grimaced a little bit, staring into the fire dejectedly.

“I spoke without thinking, reacted without really thinking either, about the pain that wound must have caused you.” He continued.

“I’ve felt worse pain.” She frowned deeply and Demetri couldn’t help but flinch.

“Such as?” he asked, though the sense of foreboding growing in his gut told him he already knew the answer, deep down. Y/N looked furious with him then, her big eyes turning on him with so much hostility he could have sworn she might have actually won if she lunged to fight him in that moment. The anger and upset that radiated from her bled into him, seeping through the cracks in his calm façade and piercing his unbeating heart. He would have given anything to remove that look from her face, that pain in her chest.

“Such as? Such as! Are you aware that you’ve just taken me away from my family, the people I love, without even letting me say goodbye? Do you even comprehend how much I don’t want to be here? That the only reason I am is because you and me are supposed to be this miraculous soulmate story incarnate when the reality is the only thing you feel for me is utter disgust?” she snapped. Demetri wasn’t certain she knew for a fact she was crying, or how much her words wounded him, but he couldn’t keep the offense off of his face. It was a mortal blow to his ego and his pride, his character as a man, yet as furious as he wanted to be with her he still couldn’t bring himself to be. She was young and hurting, deeply wounded and trying to create a chasm between them where fate wouldn’t allow it to exist in an effort to deal with that hurt.

“I do not feel disgust for you nor was it my choice to bring you here! You made a deal with Aro knowing full well the terms which you were agreeing to. You are the reason you are here Y/N, and so long as you choose to stay with me my every effort will be expended into protecting you from yourself. Foolish girl, can you not see he has us both trapped? That we are both being punished here? My own disobedience may have sped up the arrival of your fate but it is one you readily signed yourself over to.” he hissed.

He hated it. The revulsion boiled and writhed in his gut as he ground his teeth together, his mind buzzing with a thousand other angry words he forced back down his throat lest he make things worse. None of this was right. He shouldn’t be arguing with her like this. They should be happy, shouldn’t they? Happy as everyone else who was lucky enough to find their mate…shouldn’t they?

“I don’t have a choice, and neither did you,” She reminded him, “or clearly you would have chosen less damaged goods.” The air between them was polluted with their anger, their grief, and yet…her voice wavered. The sentence itself was so wrong but the tone of her voice, the way her hand moved to her throat, that pinched expression that suggested she was tortured by her own insecurities, was really what gave it away. How could he be angry at her now? With a drawn out sigh, Demetri scooted slightly closer and turned himself toward her, scrutinising her side profile.

Y/N closed her eyes, no doubt sensing his gaze and wishing it would leave her skin. He reminded himself she was fragile, that his little human would shatter easily under too forceful a touch, and drew his finger beneath her eye with such care it barely touched her skin and did little to remove the tears he wished he could wipe away. They had started all wrong, but it didn’t mean they had to continue the same way. Maybe it was inappropriate, maybe it was the wrong time, but he needed her to know it was something he could move past. He needed her to know that she wasn’t damaged goods, that she wasn’t something he regretted or felt the need to change – at least not in that way.

His fingers clasped around her wrist, afraid to grip too hard but ever so careful in the way he pulled her palm from her throat. Demetri closed his eyes, pressing his forehead to her temple as she froze up beneath him, feeling the icy tips of his fingers brush her delicate throat. Her pulse hammered beneath the pads of his fingers, blood rushing beneath her paper-thin flesh…

“Relax, trust me.” He whispered, tracing the indents of teeth in hardened flesh. He didn’t feel quite so angry about it this time, though he couldn’t say he was thrilled by it either. Demetri exhaled slowly, held his breath, and dipped his head a little lower.

“What are you doing?” she demanded, jerking her head backward. She didn’t move out of his grip though and there was the slightest hint of fear on her face. Demetri shook his head.

“I will not harm you,” he vowed, moving slowly so as to give her time to move away again, “You are not broken goods Y/N, and the way I see it I _did _choose you, though not consciously perhaps not consciously. Your very soul reached out to mine and I accepted what I knew would be best for me. You were never a choice, you were a necessity.” His bold words had left her utterly stunned and she didn’t fight him at all as he placed his lips over the marred flesh of her throat. He placed two kisses against that scar that brought them so much pain, just two, but it was enough to set them on the right path this time. Demetri pulled his head back, watching her carefully as she stared at him in utter astonishment. His head had cleared, his mind set right; he had never been as certain about anything in his life as he was about Y/N, whether the rest of the world was against them or not.

“But you said…you said your only hope was to…” she looked so confused in that moment it almost made him swoon. How adorable she was when her nose scrunched like that! He could watch the expression all day, but she needed an answer.

“What I said remains true, I have every plan to change you in the same way in the hopes I might not have to remind myself another ever dared lay a hand on you, but there will be contingencies to ensure I do not fail and you are safe. All that matters to me now is that I succeed in this endeavour.” He confessed, settling back against the sofa’s edge once more with a quiet sigh. The silence that followed was far more comfortable than the first one, something more companiable in the air between them. He was pleased she scooted a little closer to him so they could watch the flames together, their crackling no longer drowned out by the exchange of angry words. He wanted to ask her a thousand more questions, get to know her, but there would be time enough for that later on. For now he wished only to bask in this silent moment where things felt more right between them than they had since they met.

“They’re hoping you’ll kill me, aren’t they?” her quiet voice broke that silence a few hours later, as the sun was starting to set in the sky and night fell over Volterra. She was running out of time and Demetri wasn’t sure when that had begun to bother him to this extent, but the room was going to feel so empty without her heartbeat to fill the quiet.

“Yes. I believe that that is my punishment to endure for my disobedience.” He agreed, voice equally as quiet as he turned to look at her. He couldn’t remember when she had placed her head against his shoulder, but she lifted it now to meet his eyes.

“You didn’t do anything wrong though, I did, my mouth got us both in trouble.” She frowned. Demetri chuckled ruefully.

“Your mouth will get you into trouble for a while yet I believe, but my own impudence in placing myself between you and Master Aro was equally as displeasing to them. I wilfully subordinated your sentencing in front of many witnesses outside of our coven, after all.” He grimaced. He would change nothing about that moment, he had decided, not when it brought him so tangibly close to forever with his mate. It was right within his grasp now, an eternity of being fulfilled, happy, of having a purpose beyond the walls he once held so dear – he had something new to protect.

“So…they want to punish us both then…and being an out of control newborn is only going to make it worse for both of us.” She mused, though she didn’t seem in the least bit concerned. In fact, if Demetri had to guess, she was rather looking forward to the chance to raise a little hell within their walls. He was as worried and exasperated by the idea as he was amused by it.

“Indeed it just might, though I promise not to let you get too out of hand.” He nudged her lightly with his arm and she giggled, the sound absolutely melodious to his ears. He almost begged her to do it again purely so he had a better chance to commit it to memory, something to keep him company while she endured the change and reminded him of the better times to come. Finally, it felt like he had done something right…now he just had to keep that sweet smile in place.

“You promise huh? Way I see it, its a bit us vs them right now isn’t it? If they can be so unfair to you of all people…” she trailed off. Demetri felt his own smile fall slightly, his expression somewhat vacant as he pondered the accusation. In truth he did feel somewhat betrayed. Chelsea had actually threatened the Masters’ when she first brought home Afton and they wanted him killed, yet she received no punishment, so why had he? He was protecting what was rightfully his after all, someone he could never be truly happy without again. What was so wrong about it?

“Us and them…”he echoed, the thought both perturbing and…thrilling. She hummed, suddenly pushing up onto her knees beside him, eyes alight with fierce determination.

“You’re making a lot of promises but there’s nothing to say you’ll keep them so…lets make a real promise, right now.” She instructed. His eyebrows rose slightly.

“In my day and age when a man gives his word it is an ironclad contract little one, the breaking of which eroded his position in society and status as a man.” He replied slightly insulted. Her head tilted.

“Well we’re not in the Bible era anymore so…” she shot him a devilish grin as he snorted and feigned an offended expression, “It’s a real simple promise. Since we’re supposed to be the next Gomez and Morticia, and we’re clearly the only ones willing to see if that can work out, then I say we promise right now it’ll always be us against them. Hell, it’ll be us against the world if we need it to be. Whatever we do…we back each other up.” She proposed, offering her hand to him. Y/N extended her pinky but left her other fingers curled in, and Demetri wasn’t too sure what exactly was expected of him as he mulled over her words.

They felt right. Wasn’t this what the mate bond was supposed to be? Someone to always support you? Protect you? Someone to always have your back? If not his mate then who? Maybe the Masters’ who would so readily forsake his happiness weren’t the best choice of allies…

“Though I do not know what half of your speech actually meant, I can promise you this. Whatever we do, we back each other up.” He agreed, offering her his hand in the hopes she’d guide him through this next part. Demetri couldn’t honestly say he had any clue what was so different about this handshake and how it was any more significant than any other, but as she looped her pinky through his and shook his hand he couldn’t help but smile. With a firm nod and a sharp exhale, she suddenly reached down and pulled her jumper off with a flourish, revealing an expanse of pale skin and a wonderfully bright blue lace bra Demetri struggled to look away from as he choked on the air he was breathing.

“Okay so first step, you turn me.” She seemed completely unbothered by her partial nakedness, even when he struggled to stop the venom pooling in his mouth and his fingers from reaching out to drag her closer. She looked entirely confident in him and though he wanted to be flattered Demetri had his mind on very different matters in that moment.

“I – you –  Alec is going to- to help.” He choked out, eyes wide and completely fixed to her chest. She visibly lost some confidence then, a beautiful, vibrant shade of red painting her cheeks as her arms came up to cross her chest with a squeak.

“O-oh. I…I th-think I need a shirt then?” she sounded almost as strained as he felt and with a quick nod he dashed to his closet to find her something appropriate. He dutifully kept his head turned away while she buttoned up one of his shirts. When she cleared her throat to let him know he could look again she was still blushing brightly, and Demetri managed a slightly strained smile.

“So er…Alec’s room is just down the hall, er…shall we?” he asked, offering her his hand.

“No need, I heard my name and decided to drop in.” Alec’s voice was smooth as ever but there was an underlying hint of mischief there that made Demetri tense, and it wasn’t until after the deed was done that he dared speak his mind.

“How much did you see, Alec?” he didn’t risk looking at him, not wanting to see the shit-eating smirk he was sure was going to be on Alec’s face. He focused instead on cleaning the blood from her skin and ensuring she was comfortably resting upon his sheets. She started to twitch a bit, a pained grunt escaping here and there as Alec’s mist retreated from them.

“What I did or didn’t see is of no consequence…though I think you’re in for an interesting life if she’s as willing to undress herself for you after the change as she was before it.” His cackling could be heard down the hall as he fled from the room before Demetri could hit him, the tracker closing his eyes and counting to ten before deciding he could let it go for now. He had much bigger things to attend to after all. He had never been one to fuss too much over little things, but suddenly the sheets on the bed were not tucked in enough, the curtains letting in too little or too much light, the air in the room too stale and then too full of scents when he opened the window. There was no such thing as perfection and yet, as she burned, Demetri strived for it.

It felt worth it though, when she finally opened her eyes. It was rather amusing to him to watch her take it all in, the thousands of different smells and the way they tasted in the air, the shimmer of her skin, the speed with which she had sat up and moved. Demetri almost envied her when she finally locked eyes with him, the minute way the vivid red irises widened and the soft gasp that escaped through parted lips telling him she too had felt that momentous pull realigning her entire being with his own – he wished he could experience it again. She approached him with such caution it was almost comical, and Demetri was the one to reach for her first. She jumped at his touch but quickly relaxed into it, letting him hold her hand and squeeze lightly.

“This feeling…”she whispered, her own voice startling her with the musical notes it now contained. Her fingertips traced soothing patterns against his palm and Demetri held back a contented sigh, too enamoured with watching her explore the new feelings and beginning to understand his position in all of this.

“Intense?” he guessed, lifting his free hand to push back some of her hair. The slightest of scars remained where he hadn’t quite managed to cover Riley’s teeth marks with his own, but the majority of it was gone, sealed over with the same venom that had stopped her heart and ensured she would hand the organ and all it contained to him. She nodded distractedly, following his hand with her head until he caved and cupped her cheek tenderly with a low chuckle. His thumb stroked her cheek lovingly, his heart bursting in his chest. She had done it, his mate had defied them all with a little help and now…now there was nothing more for them to do than enjoy eternity.

“Is it forever?” she asked innocently, looking up at him through her lashes. Demetri pulled up the hand that was holding hers, lacing his fingers through her own and leaning down to press his forehead to hers.

“Always and forever little one, it’s us against the world.” He promised. Their noses brushed as her head tilted, pushing forward and pulling back as if trying to decide if she should or not. Demetri decided for her, meeting her halfway and letting their lips meet in the first of many sweet kisses to come. He had never tasted her blood thanks to Alec, but he was sure now that if the boy had failed at his task he certainly would not have been able to stop and his mate would not have been standing before him, sweet and alive and willingly walking into his embrace. The taste of her was sublime, addictive even, and he knew he’d never tire of kissing her. Though she’d need to learn to be a little more careful with him first.

A/N: Usually I wouldn’t do this but I tried a few new things here today I’d like some feedback on please! How do you like the taglist? Should I keep it? Add anyone to it? Take anyone off it? And how do you like the idea of a gif or a picture (when I can find them) to brighten up the post a bit? All that’s left to do now is rejig my Masterlist a bit...Thanks for reading folks. 

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chelsea's spine straightened impossibly more as she was called silly girl. she only smirked despite the tense position of her body. she did enjoy it when others underestimated her, "original vampire? never heard of them or you and i've known many vampires in my time, the most powerful ones around to be exact," she smiled with teeth, letting her tongue run over her fangs, "you'll find it fairly difficult to end my existence either, silly boy."

kol scoffed at their comment. if he was himself he wouldn't care about her comment. even now he wasn't all too bothered i mean how was some stranger to know of his status. "silly girl. better be glad you've run into me versus my brothers-" though that wasn't exactly true. he could be more ruthless at times. "actually i withdraw that statement. you dear have found yourself in the company of an original vampire. meaning, i cannot be killed."

[panlight]

I'm being petty but I really think that if Meyer wrote the Life and Death versions of NM/E/BD she'd still somehow give B/E a kid. She SAYS that Nessie couldn't exist in L&D but I truly don't think that she A) would be willing to cut Nessie (Chearnest) and B) would put in the effort to deviate from her original plot that much. And in L&D a B/E kid would be actually MORE plausible as a reason for The Volturi to get involved since that kid would REALLY be an anomaly--the first female-vampire-born child.

There’s definitely a part of me that’s right there with you. That might be because I read the first three books before BD came out, and then I read all the personal correspondence on the Lexicon and it sure sounded like she was saying vampires couldn’t have kids, full stop. period. the end. Looking back you can see how carefully she worded it so that she didn’t technically say a male vampire/female human couldn’t have a kid, but the entire fandom took it as gospel that vampires couldn’t have kids. I wasn’t super into the fandom at the time, just sort of dipping my toe into it, but I distinctly remember everyone accepted they could not have kids, and when people wrote fanfic about them having kids a lot of the fandom was like “cute but this can’t ever happen.” 

And then we got BD and we felt betrayed. Lied to. And again, technically her answers were only about vampire-vampire couples being unable to have kids and she always focused on why the biologically female vampires couldn’t sustain a pregnancy but . . . still. It felt like she had been deliberately misleading to ‘surprise’ us with Nessie and I don’t think we received the ‘surprise!’ as well as she had thought we would. 

That’s all a long-winded way of saying that if she did go through and write more about Beau and Edythe I could absolutely believe that she would go back on “Edythe can’t get pregnant” and devise some way to do it. Maybe some vampire has the ~power to grant fertility, or temporary humanity, or something. It’s not any more contrived and bizarrely specific than the invention of Mele for the Volturi twist in Life & Death (a vampire who can steal powers but can’t use them herself and can only give them to other vampires like, what? Why would that be a thing? What could Mele do as a human? How would this be a useful gift for Mele herself? It sounds like “I need a way for Sulpicia to get Aro’s power somehow” and so invented a character who exists just to accomplish that one thing. And only this one thing. You’d think if the Volturi had a vampire who could steal powers that would be a whole plot thread--instead of Chelsea binding people to the Volturi, Eleazar would just be like “that person has a power” and Mele could take it and give it to Athenodora or Felix or Santiago or Carmen or whoever. But again that’s not relevant to E/B so doesn’t come up). 

(Also: Earnest/Carine and Royal/Eleanor would still not be able to have kids. Because reasons. Just E/B). 

So yeah, I would not be surprised if she came up with some way for Chearnie to exist. 

I also feel like she would have written a boy less pretentiously than she did Renesmee. SM has sons; Renesmee was the perfect fantasy daughter she never had. While there’s a lot that’s problematic about her portrayal of the Indigenous characters, I DID actually like the way she wrote a group of rowdy boys. I grew up with brothers; the pack's interactions felt pretty real to me. They were warm and fun and snarky and teasing and because of this, I feel like Chearnest would be more real and less Perfect Fantasy Child than Renesmee was.

Renesmee reads Tennyson and condescendingly refers to “wolf-people, like My Jacob” while patting his arm. Chearnest would bring home frogs and lizards and mice to put in Alice’s closet and mess up his Little Lord Fauntleroy outfits when hunting and loudly wish he were a werewolf rather than a hybrid and be all the more endearing a character for it. He’d be allowed to have a personality and behave like a child in a way Renesmee, as the Perfect Daughter fantasy and Ultimate Symbol of E/B's Epic Love, wasn’t IMO. 

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Anonymous asked:

Ooh, a fic about Chelsea Volturi? She's such an intriguing character and her gift is so nefarious. Tag @kyilliki and @idlecreature please

Donned in silky black robes, a silent wraith, she slinks around in the background spinning her threads. All of different colors and lengths, some bright and some dark, some thick and some thin, some untouched and some frayed at the edges. She has perfect vision and yet these threads are all she can see.

She stands behind Aro and her fingers twitch, twitch, twitch. She rips apart old threads and forms new ones in their wreckage. Ones that tie themselves to him, but also to herself. Her fingers can barely be seen beneath the numerous threads that wrap themselves around her skin like serpents.

Her eyes are a bright crimson but occasionally, when nobody looks, they resemble more of a muddy brown that she had once had as a human girl so long ago. She thinks they look rather warm, considering that she herself is so cold. The most inviting part of her, the part of her that people look into before she takes their threads and plays with them to her heart’s content. She touches her irises with her finger, tracing the shape with her nail, and doesn’t wince. She wonders if she could still spin if her eyes were gouged out.

And besides her, always, is her dearly beloved mate. With his inconspicuous appearance and light grey robes, he speaks rarely and often stands in her shadow. She sees the thread between their fingers, so strong and golden in its glow. She toys with it sometimes when she’s bored. Will she make him hate or crave her? It depends on her mood and she is so oblivious to how she drives him insane. Just a tiny little tug to draw him closer into her orbit...just enough to ensure their romance is still genuine and the adoration in his eyes is not faked...it won’t hurt, right?

Another person stands in front of her master and she spins her threads again, as she does for the rest of eternity.

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meme starter : chelsea & laura ( @intxthevxid ) prompt : our muses are trying to sneak into the castle to go to a banquet or ball venue : castle

"see, i told you if would be easy," chelsea said, smiling over her goblet of sweet wine, "i know this castle like the back of my hand. it was a breeze. now calm down and stop acting suspicious. eat, drink and be merry and all that."

[fightingdragcnswithycu]

"I will be honest, I am pretending not to with some," Chelsea admitted, "Not with any of the guard or anyone but with other familiar faces from our own life. Sometimes they don't recognise me either. I'm just trying to protect what I am creating here, I do not need the drama, only family," she explained and then she frowned, "I don't suppose you have seen Afton, have you?" she asked, hopeful her mate would show up eventually if he wasn't already here.

every time sulpicia let herself think a little too hard on how this city functioned, on how they ended up in this kind of place, she wanted nothing more than to hide away somewhere and pretend like she was anywhere but here. but finding more and more family, more guards arriving made all of this easier. she at least was starting to feel less alone. "it's such a relief to see you, and that you remember me.. this city is so strange, it can take people's memories." she was afraid that more and more of their coven would forget if they weren't careful. "about the same amount of time. i too have been laying low. though, when this.. shift happened, it threw me into a royalty position here, which i suppose i cannot complain too much about. it keeps me close to aro."

[eternalshq]

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isla kade   --   finnick   &   theo   &   carter  . finnick bane   --   theo   &   renesmee   &   jared  . theo rigby   --   gwendolyn   &   celestia  . sophie soto   --   trenton   &   ianthe   &   raven  . leah clearwater   --   maeve   &   tanya   &   dimitri  . stefan maxwell   --   leah   &   isla   &   edward  . ianthe song   --   stefan   &   jane   &   heidi . carmen denali   --   tanya   &   trenton   &   chelsea  . tanya denali   --   emmett   &   bastien  . isabella cullen   --   edward   &   carmen   &   bree  . emmett cullen   --   esme   &   finnick  . esme cullen   --   rosalie   &   dimitri   &   jasper  . edward cullen   -   renesmee   &   jane  . renesmee cullen   -   isabella   &   rosalie  . rosalie hale   -   emmett   &   sophie   &   bree  . trenton priestly   --   ianthe   &   leah   &   bastien  . jane volturi   --   vera   &   sophie . celestia van doren   --   isla   &   augustus  . gwendolyn mcgrath   --   celestia   &   jasper  . maeve silver   --   gwendolyn   &   stefan  . vera fairchild   --   maeve   &   celestia  . jared cameron   --   leah   &   trenton  . bastien danton   -   carter   &   jane   &   chelsea  . carter  beauchamp   --   maeve   &   vera  . dimitri vilhelm   --   stefan  &   ianthe  . raven  maxwell   --   dimitri  &   isla  . alec volturi   --   jane   &   edward   &   heidi  .  augustus van doren   --   isla   &   vera  . heidi volturi   --   finnick   &   jane   &   didyme  . bree tanner   --  esme   &   maeve   . didyme   --   trenton   &   alec  . chelsea volturi   --   didyme   &   alec  . jasper hale   --   trenton   &   rosalie  .

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*    ABOUT THE MUSE   !

♡ GENERAL ♡

NAME:   chelsea NICKNAMES:   chels.  *warning:  do not call her any kind of nickname.  she’ll eat you. GENDER:   female AGE:   19  /  3,135.  *looks early twenties. BIRTHDAY:   november 13, 1119 b.c. OCCUPATION:   member of the volturi guard

♡ APPEARANCE ♡

EYE COLOR:   crimson HAIR COLOR:   brown, with honey - brown highlights. HEIGHT:   5′3′’ SCARS:   none OVERWEIGHT:   no UNDERWEIGHT:   no

♡ FAVORITE ♡

COLOR:   red, gold ANIMAL/S:   because she is a vampire, animals tend to become very uneasy around her and often run off, but she loves cows and elephants.  she thinks they are adorable. MOVIE/S:   beauty and the beast (1946), any of shakespeare's plays.  *chelsea tends to prefer plays rather than films. TV SHOW/S:   i love lucy, friends FOOD:   as a vampire, she doesn’t eat.  when she was human, however, she loved anything sweet. DRINK:   blood. BOOKS:   again, any of shekspeare’s plays; anything by edgar allan poe; she’s also come to enjoy stephen king’s novels.

♡ HAVE THEY ♡

PASSED UNIVERSITY:   she has never attended. HAD SEX:   yes HAD SEX IN PUBLIC:   no GOTTEN PREGNANT:   no, and as a vampire, she is unable to have children. KISSED A BOY:   yes KISSED A GIRL:   yes GOTTEN TATTOOS:   no HAD A BROKEN HEART:   yes.  not romantically, however. BEEN IN LOVE:   in canon, she has fallen in love with her mate, afton. STAYED UP FOR MORE THAN 24 HOURS:   yes.  she never sleeps.

♡ ARE THEY ♡

A VIRGIN:   no A KISSER:   yes SCARED EASILY:   not at all JEALOUS EASILY:   definitely TRUSTWORTHY:   it depends on who it is regarding.  generally speaking, however, chelsea is trustworthy.  she has never once broken a promise or gone against her word. IN LOVE:   yes SINGLE:   no, mated to afton.  *thread/verse dependent.

♡ RANDOM QUESTIONS ♡

HAVE THEY HARMED THEMSELVES:   no THOUGHT OF SUICIDE:   when she was human, yes. ATTEMPTED SUICIDE:   no WANTED TO KILL SOMEONE:   yes, and she has.  she has killed many people. DROVE A CAR:   yes HAVE/HAD A JOB:   no, if you don’t count being on the volturi guard. HAVE ANY FEARS:   yes, specifically losing the ones she loves and not being in control of her life.

♡ FAMILY ♡

SIBLINGS:   chelsea was an only child. PARENTS:   they are deceased.  she doesn’t remember their names, only their faces. CHILDREN:   none.  *as i said before, chelsea is unable to have children. PETS:   currently, none

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