#Cullen and him get their shit together it’s FINE

[ramonadecember]

For Nikka:

Eros 2, 5

Philia 3, 4

Storge 5

Agape 2, 5

Ludus 5

Pragma 2

Philautia 1, 3, 5

oc love asks.

like I was telling you, I feel like I over-answered all of these cause I was trying hard not to make Nikka sound like a total prick lmfao.

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Eros/2: sex in a relationship is pretty important to Nikka in the sense that like… that’s pretty much the basis of his relationships, ha. they sure aren’t feelings-based, Nik won’t allow for that. it was too complicated and risky when he was in the Circles (or… bouncing around them). since then, he’s also found it to be a good way to convey words and feelings that he can’t make himself express/let himself actually have (see: his entire relationship with Cullen). but the more he distance himself from his years in a Circle, and the more he grows… I don’t think he’d see it as quite as ‘vital’ anymore, because there finally is more to relationships. 

Eros/5: Nikka doesn’t put too much thought into his looks, so it doesn’t factor in a whole lot to his self-confidence. he knows he’s a fairly handsome guy, and that’s nice and all, but it doesn’t really matter. the only time his confidence in his appearance kind of take a hit is when he starts getting with Cullen who’s like… 10-15 years (haven’t settle on an exact age) his junior. Cullen is like the human embodiment meant of heroic carved statue and, and he is… an old mage who shows how much he’s been beaten down by the world. but even then, there’s bigger issues in their relationship than if he’s hot enough for Cullen and it still doesn’t factor in a whole lot, ha. 

Philia/3: patience and understanding are probably things that Nikka, even if he isn’t specifically looking for that, could use in his friendships. surprising absolutely no one, Nikka has a bad habit of saying or doing the exact wrong thing or making situations worse, but the thing is… for the most part, he is really trying. yeah, he definitely sometimes purposefully says bitchy, biting things as a defensive mechanism, but that’s a whole separate issue. this is just… Nik trying his best in social situations and still not quite getting there/coming off in ways he doesn’t intend. it’s why he really really appreciates people like Iron Bull who, for some reason unbeknownst to everyone, including Nik, thinks Nikka is absolutely hilarious. bff’s.

Philia/4: Nikka has a hard time making friends with anyone, but definitely with people really different from him, at least like… when it comes to their views. this kinda goes with Philautia/3, in that he’s… kinda judgmental, so if he doesn’t have people on the same page as him, he tends to struggle more than usual, mostly because he just uhhh. doesn’t try. you know that like ‘this isn’t a disagreement over pizza toppings’ thing re: when you can disagree about things and still be friends? there’s very few of Nik’s beliefs that he sees as trivial enough to be on that level. 

Storge/5: it’s not a singular person that Nikka has loved unconditionally, but a group—any of the young mages that found themselves in the circle. Nik may act like his heart is made of ice, but he has such a soft spot them, loves them like they are his own kin, wants to care for them and protect them at all costs, and he has no expectation of anything back from any of them in return. they can hate him for all he cares (and I’m sure some of them do—loving them also means calling them out on shit, and we know Nikka can be fairly… blunt, to put it nicely), so long as they’re safe. it’s probably a reflection of the type of love he didn’t feel he got. and it’s also not something he has afforded to others besides the little magelings.

Agape/2: I know what you’re getting at here because I’ve shared the ‘Nikka loves weather’ fact recently lol, and he does, and he loves nature, and all things outside in general, but I dunno that he considers that a necessarily ~spiritual~ connection (mostly because he doesn’t consider himself much or a spritual person, period), just a byproduct of a few decades of captivity. the feelings that it inspires though, the thrill and sense of freedom and peace that comes from simple things like lying in tall grass or feeling mud between his toes or snowflakes sticking in his eyelashes… it probably is akin to something spiritual.

Agape/5: Nikka really does not even try to empathize with his enemies. if you are against him, or he perceives you as against him, then that’s that. he can maybe be a little too black and white on things like that, refusing to acknowledge nuance or exceptions to rules (rules which he has determined, which aren’t always fair). it takes a lot of outside coercion/convincing to convince Nikka to like, maybe not be so harsh in his judgment at all times. sometimes the enemy perceives is not nearly as great as he makes it out to be (see: his detestation for all Templars on principle, for one example).

Ludus/5: answered heeere.

Pragma/2: the biggest challenge Nikka has had to overcome while in a relationship is probably like… what made that same relationship such a struggle in the first place, and that’s his distrust (and honestly, hate) that he has for Templars on principle. as I’ve said before, Cullen and him have history, and just about none of it good, and so when you combine those things, then… it was a big struggle. Nikka needed to work through lot of biases/prejudices and uhhh, stop lashing out at Cullen unjustifiably (it…wasn’t a good relationship at first, if you could even call it that) and decide if he wanted to try to make a relationship actually work. believe it or not it was also a Templar who helped Nikka through a lot of it, because despite the positions they find themselves in now, in now, Samson was once the one Templar Nik ever trusted, and now he’s sitting in the Inquisiton’s dungeon…

Philautia/1+5: putting these together because they’re really similar in this case. when Nikka was younger, his view of his own worth/value was a little skewed… he’d been willingly given up by his parents, he’d been told verything about him was bad and wrong simply because he’d developed magic, he learned that at best he was a tool to serve others. Nikka was so angry about all of that, and he stewed in that anger. and over time, that opinion of himself changed over time, learning that being a mage didn’t make him any lesser, refusing to see himself that way or to let anyone make him feel like less than he is. it’s why, after he decides that he’s actually going to stay with the Inquisition and not flee into the night, he has to put some work into not going on a power trip. because it’s be really great to show people how powerful he is and how he’s not to be messed with. 

Philautia/3: Nikka is definitely a little judgey, and a little hypocritical in that judgment. he seems to have excuses/justifications for all of his behavior (I have never done anything wrong in my life.jpg) and why it should be acceptable/why it isn’t that bad. Nik has a bit of a complex about how like… he’s earnedsome leeway after how much shit he’s been through. but he doesn’t tend to afford the same to other people, and Nik can be pretty… harsh in response. it’s something he’s working on, even if it doesn’t seem like it/seem like it’s going well lmao. 

[flippinpancakes64]

Could you write the Cullen's accidentally hurting their SO and how they would react?? (I alr know Jasper's is about to be so angsty lol)

The Cullens accidentally hurting their S/O

I've literally been rubbing my hands together like an evil villain waiting to do this request. I saw it in my inbox and had to hold myself back lol. And yes, I cannot resist the temptation to make Jasper suffer, so be prepared

Edit I got so carried away. If I had a word count on these it might be like 10k lol sorry not sorry

And thank you for this request! This was so much fun to write lol I hope you enjoy it!

Also quick note I might have channeled a bit too much inspiration from Saw or something cause I ended up getting a bit too into my descriptions of the injuries so

TW for graphic depictions of violence

Edward:

You really wanted to go to this concert

Edward knew that, so as a birthday gift he bought you two tickets

One for you and one for him of course

He drove you to the stadium, studying the songs he was going to be hearing later that night

He bought everything that you looked at

You basically had your own merch table

The night was going great

You both found your seats, you were happily eating some overpriced stadium food, and the show was about to start

When a guy stood directly in front of you

The bad part about floor seats is that there aren't seats

The guy was easily 6'6, towering above you even if you are taller

Reading your thoughts, Edward tapped the guy on the shoulder, asking him if he would kindly move or crouch or something

He just looked, rolled his eyes, and stared forward again

"Dude, my partner can't see the show. Please just move a little"

"Don't care. Not my problem."

Edward's getting pissed, and the guy can tell

"What, you wanna fucking fight? Square up rich boy."

"No I don't want to fight I just want you to move a little"

"Okay, then maybe your partner here will fight instead"

And the next thing you know, you see the guy's huge fist heading straight for your head

Before it can land, Edward's hand pushes on your chest, sending you back into the people behind you and ending with you flat on the ground

Your back aches from the impact, your neck torqued from where your head whipped, and your cheek stinging from landing on the side of your face

You feel Edward's chill hands on the sides of your face, and faintly you hear him ask something frantically

You groan in pain as you feel him pick you up, and finally succumb to sleep

You wake up in Carlisle's clinic, staring at the white ceiling

A cold hand is wrapped around yours, and when you turn your head, you're greeted with bright gold eyes

No words are exchanged for a moment before you clear your throat

"So... did you at least rock that guy's shit?"

He laughs and kisses you

Alice:

Alice was having a terrible week

She had been getting vision after vision, and none of them were true

Everything from a huge motor accident to what color shoes someone at school was going to wear

It was constant

She was running in circles, going somewhere, seeing a vision, turning around to go somewhere else, seeing a vision, turning again, and on and on

She was currently driving

Or more like swerving

All you needed were some damn glue sticks for a project you needed to do

But every time Alice decided on a new destination, a vision of a horrible catastrophe would enter her mind, and she would change her course

You had enough

"Alice! Enough of this! Just pull over and let me drive!"

"No! I need to know the safest route... ugh! Everywhere is dangerous!"

"Name one vision you've had in the past week that actually came true."

"Well I don't know if they would have come true or not because I didn't go to those places. And look! We are perfectly fine! Everyone is fine!"

"But I don't have all night, Alice! Just choose a fucking store and go there!"

"Fine."

And so she did. She chose the small supermarket right outside of town

She looked nervous as soon as she placed the car in park

But you ignored it and walked in

You walked through the aisles, looking for the one thing you came here for, when you hear Alice gasp behind you

In her mind, she sees you tripping and falling into a display of DVDs, cutting your arm on one of the metal frames holding them in place

And straight in your path is the DVD case

So naturally she tries to grab you

Only she doesn't grab you, she accidentally pushes

You don't fall in her vision, just like how you didn't fall in real life

She was the one who hurt you, pushed you

That was the problem

The reason why there was a horrible disaster everywhere she tried to go was because she was going to cause something one way or another

Only this is worse, because now it involves you

The DVDs scatter, and she hears your cry of pain as the sharp, crooked metal frame pierces the skin of your arm

She is by your side in a moment, scooping you up and not even bothering with the mess you both left behind

On the way home, you are trying to convince her that it's not that bad, but she is beside herself

After Carlisle's inspection, you get a couple of stitches in your right bicep, but other than that you're perfectly fine

And Alice doesn't leave your side

She is constantly fussing

Asking if you're okay, if you need anything, if you're mad at her, if you want to leave her, if you blame her

But after you go to sleep and she watches over your peaceful form, she convinces herself that you're alright

Jasper:

It was spring break and the Cullens decided to go to one of Carlisle's many tropical properties

It was the third day of the trip, everybody went to do their own things

Alice, Esme, and Rosalie went into town to go souvenir shopping

They dragged Emmett along to be their personal bag carrier

Edward and Bella were down at the private beach that came with the property, enjoying the sun and relaxing

That left you, Jasper, and Carlisle

The three of you were at the attached pool on the house

Carlisle was marinating in the hot tub, sunglasses on and a book in his hands

You and Jasper were in the pool doing anything and everything

Diving, jumping, swimming, racing (he always won), and messing with the pool toys

You had just climbed up the stairs to get out of the pool again, intending on showing Jasper your graceful canonball

But he noticed you were walking a bit too fast

He saw you trip, and like slow motion he sprang out of the water to save you

Only he didn't

His arms wrapped around your middle, saving you from a possible twisted ankle or scraped knee or bruised butt

But that didn't stop the back of your head from smacking onto the concrete

White hot pain erupted behind your eyes and knocked you out instantly

Your blood began to seep onto the wet floor beneath you, and he couldn't help himself

Carlisle heard everything and got up immediately

But he didn't get there in time to stop Jasper from wrapping his mouth around your throat and biting down

In a flash Carlisle threw Jasper up and off of you, rocketing him into the water, and scooped you up to run inside

You awoke some hours later, a throbbing in your head and a dull pain in your neck

The beep of a heart monitor was all you heard

Looking around, you were in the room you shared with Jasper, where just the night before you wrapped around his cold body and drifted to sleep

Only he was nowhere to be seen

Carlisle came to check on you, and he told you what happened

"Where is he? Where's Jasper?"

"... He... left."

"What do you mean he left?"

"He almost killed you. He would have killed you if I wasn't there. He feels terrible- no. Terrible isn't strong enough of a word."

It takes Emmett and Edward tracking him down and dragging him home for you to see him again

And even then he insists on Edward and Emmett holding his arms in case he were to try anything

He looks so broken

Muted red eyes, golden blonde hair shooting in every direction, the same swim trunks he had been wearing that day were covered in dirt and blood- presumably yours

And his face

He looked on the verge of tears, he would have been crying if he could

If the dry heaves coming from deep in his chest were any indication

He flinches when you take his face in your hands, trying to get away, not wanting to hurt you more

But when he kisses you, he remembers why he tries so hard to be good in the first place

Rosalie:

You had been asking Rosalie for WEEKS if she would pleeeeeeease take you hunting with her

And she had been turning you down for weeks

It's a very gross, animalistic process that she, quite frankly, doesn't want you to see

But she loves you

And she is only so strong

So after so many begs, pleads, and puppy dog eyes, she caves

She decides to make it a cute little weekend trip

Taking you to one of Carlisle's properties farther north into the snowy mountain region

You settle in to the spacious cabin and Rosalie makes sure you're all bundled up in luxurious furs and warm scarves before you both venture into the wilderness

She explains what she's doing step-by-step while she sniffs the air, searching for her prey

A wolf because she's part of the "Fuck Jacob" team

She sits you in a clearing and tells you to stay in place while she finds her wolf

You do, finding a snowy log and brushing it off to sit on

She ventures into the forest, eventually finding a suitable wolf and beginning her hunt

Chasing the wolf, being chased by the wolf, until she eventually leads it to your clearing

She knows you'll love the theatrics of seeing her kill it in live action

She chases the beast all the way until it's about to clear the tree line before she pounces

She can imagine herself from your point of view

Bright, shiny skin, flowing hair, posed in midair, and finally coming down gracefully upon her prize

Except she doesn't

The wolf takes a quick turn at the last moment, sending her flying straight into you

There's not much she can do while suspended in flight, and it happens too fast for you to recognize

In an instant her whole body slams into you at full force, knocking both of you onto the powdery ground below

The grunt of pain you let out is excruciating

She rolls off of you quickly, holding onto you, asking if you're okay, if you're hurt

You try to put on a brave face, but when you move your left arm in an attempt to prop yourself up, you find you can't move it

Broken. Completely snapped. And you scream

She paces in Carlisle's home clinic while he puts your cast on, worried out of her mind

But when Carlisle opens the door and she sees you sitting on the table with a goofy grin and a bright red cast, she can't help but relax

"You said red was your favorite color, right?"

And she just kisses you

Emmett:

You'd been dating Emmett for a while now, and had decided it was time for him to meet your family

And what better time and place for a first meeting than your nephew's fourth birthday party?

It was the middle of August, and the sun was hot

The icing was melting off of the cake as it sat on the food table

All of the adults were drinking margaritas and the kids had decided to play with the water balloons to cool off

Your uncle and Emmett were filling up the balloons as all of the kids at the party talked excitedly

You laughed as your nephew came up to you and asked you to be on his team for the fight

Of course you couldn't say no

And of course, to even the playing field, the other team got to have your human tank of a boyfriend

Very even

Emmett just smirked at you as your uncle assumed his place as the referee and commenced the battle

Pink, blue, green, yellow, and red balloons were flying like crazy

Small party hats were knocked off of even smaller heads

The giggles of 20 little kids rang loud in the air as water spurted all over the grassy lawn

And you took your chance to pelt your boyfriend as hard as you could

His light blue shirt was soaked, and his khaki shorts had a huge wet spot on the front

You were doubled over in laughter at the sight of your scary boyfriend covered in little pieces of rubber, with one particularly large piece hanging off of his ear

But he hadn't thrown any at you yet

"Come on, big guy! Don't be a wussy!"

"Oh you asked for it now!"

You saw him grab a little pink water balloon, it looking even smaller in his hand, and he threw it straight at your head

You briefly wonder if he filled his balloon with cement

The next thing you know you're laying in bed, an ice pack perched on your forehead

"Oh my god, you're awake. I'm so sorry, baby. I didn't mean to, you know how I get out of control sometimes. Not that that's an excuse! I'm just trying to explain-"

You cut him off with a finger to his lips

"Shush... .'m tired"

And so he just lets you sleep the rest of the night, his hand in yours the whole time

Esme:

Frankly, she doesn't know why you asked for her help

The Cullens had just moved into their newest house, and everything was set for the "kids" to join the local highschool the next day

You wanted a new look

"New place, new people, new me" you had said

She understood that much

But when you approached her one night with a box of hair bleach and a pleading look on your face, she was lost

Why her? Why not Alice or Rosalie? Or- and hear me out- a professional? They had the money

But you wanted to do it yourself. But not actually yourself For some reason you wanted Esme to do it

And even though she didn't understand, she still agreed

So that's how she found herself closely studying the instructions on the back of the little box telling her what to mix and where

"What's taking so long?"

"Hold on... ugh! This thing doesn't make any sense!"

"It's okay I'm sure it's super simple. I mean they give you all of the stuff. Just mix it all together and slap it on my head!"

Bad idea

She mixes everything together just like you asked, and plops a big lump of it onto the crown of your head

Instantly your hair starts smoking

You scream, asking her to take it off

And she tries, but it's not working

Carlisle to the rescue once more

She is so apologetic

She feels so bad that she hurt you so much

And at least you did get that new look you wanted

Shaved-to-the-skin bald

Carlisle:

He was feeling a bit cooped up

He loves his family, and he loves his life in the Americas, but sometimes he misses traveling and his old friends

So he decided to take you with him to Europe to see some old pals

Not the Volturi obviously

But some other acquaintances he hadn't seen for a while

You were a month into the three-month trip Carlisle had planned

You'd visited Italy, Greece, Spain, France, Britain, and were on your way to Germany

This next friend you were on your way to visit was a man named Friedrich Hans

Carlisle spoke passively about him, nothing positive or negative

He was one of the ones he hadn't been able to contact beforehand about visiting

He wasn't even sure if Friedrich was still alive, or if he even lived in Germany

He wasn't betting on either, but he still figured he would try a visit

The taxi pulled up in front of an unassuming house on a busy street in Berlin, painted a light grey with black paneling around the windows and doors

Carlisle opened your door for you, extending a hand to help you out

He walked with you to the door, rapping his knuckles against the solid wood

Instantly it creaked open and a voice inside whispered "Perfect" before a pale, veiny hand reached out and grabbed your arm

You yelled for it to let you go, begging Carlisle for some help

He grabbed you around the waist with one arm, using the other to try to pry the man's hand from your wrist

The opposing forces splintered on your bones and a sickening crack ran through your arm

Your hand fell limp and Carlisle was finally able to pry you away from the force in the house

"Ah... Carlisle... old friend"

"Old friend? You just tried to kill my S/O!"

"S/O... you always were a weird one Mr. Cullen... sincerest apologies... come in for chat?"

"No thank you, I believe we will be taking our leave now."

And with that he rushed you to the nearest hospital

He didn't have his medical equipment, so he just pretended to not know German so they wouldn't ask questions about how you broke your wrist

He cuts the trip short then and there

He sends letters to all of his friends that he wasn't able to visit, explaining that something urgent came up

He is so apologetic for the weeks afterward

He is convinced it was his fault even though it wasn't

He doesn't relax until your cast is off btw

Vampire! Bella:

Since she's so new to the vampire life, she doesn't know her own limits yet

She has hurt you a lot in the past

All accidents of course

Hugging you too hard, punching you playfully on the shoulder, telling you to catch something and literally lobbing it as hard as she can

She always feels terrible afterwards

But the worst was the time you took her bowling

It was 10 am on a Tuesday and there was no one at the bowling alley

Not even the competitive grandmas and grandpas in their bowling leagues

The only other person in the building was the bored looking cashier who wasn't even trying to hide that he was on his phone behind the counter

You both took your time to pick your balls, trying out all of the ones on the rack to see your best fits

You laced up your ugly shoes, input your names on the scoreboard screen and off you went

It was fun for the first couple of turns

Until the ball return does that stupid thing where it doesn't actually return your ball

It's your turn, and you're standing at the ball return tapping your foot restlessly waiting for it to show up

"You know, you can just use mine"

Bella stands up and grabs the ball she chose

The resin was a beautiful mix of black, purple, and pink with some reflective glitter sprinkled throughout

It's so gorgeous that you don't even check the weight

You hold out your hands to take it and it just drops straight through

And directly onto your foot

You let out a loud scream and try to move, but the ball won't roll off of your foot

Bella starts panicking, asking what she should do, scrambling around until eventually she picks up the ball and throws it onto the ground behind her

Maybe she forgot that the cashier was there, or maybe she didn't care, but she picked you up and started sprinting at full speed back to the Cullen house

She even left the car at the alley smh

On the verge of inconsolable

She is so frustrated that she can't learn to control herself

Doesn't leave your side tho

Note: Just for shits and gigs I timed how long this took me

Started at 12:01 am

Jasper done at 12:21 am

Edward done at 12:40 am

Alice done at 12:56 am

Rosalie done at 1:19 am

Emmett done at 1:33 am

Esme done at 1:44 am

Carlisle done at 2:03 am

Bella done at 2:16 am

Total time 2 hrs 15 mins

[chaeonlyknows]

Casual - Jasper Hale

A/N: i know that jasper would NEVER, this is just for the sake of my angsty imaginations okay? he’s a gentleman and so so inlove. how could he? just bare with me in this alternate universe okay? anyways, please tell me if you hate it lol this is my first time publishing so forgive me if its shit. i tried my best, if this doesnt work out, maybe writing isnt for me… enjoy! and thank you for reading!

also, this is inspired by chappell roan’s casual, i just love her!!

edit: just fixing my grammatical errors.

Warnings: a little angst and mentions of sex, i think there were curse words? 18+!

my friends call me a loser cause im still hanging around

“y/n? what’s wrong with you?” angela asks you, jessica has been talking on and on about her and mike, so much that you unexpectedly drown in your own thoughts about you and jasper. “she’s thinking about jasper again.” jessica says, rolling her eyes. you turn your head around to sneak a peak at the cullens. “ugh, what are you guys anyway? what? edward got bella now his brother wants to mingle with you as well? like, come on people, im losing my friends to the cullens!” jessica keeps on rambling but your mind seems to be elsewhere. bella gives you that look that says “are you okay?” and you nod, ignoring jessica’s comments, once again, getting drowned in your thoughts. “—plus i heard that he had some type of thing going on with another girl. didnt emmett and rosalie talk about that?” and suddenly, upon hearing this, you turn to jessica with the look of confusion. angela and bella noticed this and angela spoke up. much to your dismay, you were so stupid. stupid enough to actually think that jasper hale would ever like you for you.

i’ve heard so many rumours that im just a girl that you bang on your couch.

“im really sorry to be the one to tell you this, y/n..” alice says, confirming what angela has told you. “i heard that jasper brushed off the rumours of you and him by saying you were only fucking, not so much as a relationship or bond. you guys were only casual.” angela’s words never left your mind.. you try to hold back your tears and nodded at alice, you thanked her for her honesty and left immediately.

i thought you thought of me better someone you couldnt lose.

how stupid are you y/n? why? why did you let yourself fall for such an arrogant boy?? you thought to yourself whilst walking on the way home. he didnt even feel the same way, he didnt feel what i felt whenever he calls me by those weirdly lovey nicknames, he didnt feel what i felt when he kissed me on my cheek. he never did. and you were just stupid to think that he’d actually reciprocate your feelings. you kept beating yourself up for falling in love with a cullen. unfortunately, you weren’t as lucky as bella. she fell inlove with a cullen that loves her back and you fell inlove with… well… a boy.

you said “we’re not together” so now when we kiss i have anger issues.

“hi darlin’, i missed you.” jasper greets you with a kiss as he sits beside you during your shared class. you pull away quickly and he could feel the irritable emotion that you’re feeling and immediately catches this. “what’s wrong baby?” he asks you searching your eyes for clues. you dont look at him and hum in response. “nothing, jas… im fine.” you respond without looking at him. it hurts, it just hurts. but i cant let him go.

you said “baby no attachment.”

“what’s happenin’ to you y/n? i thought we were on the same page? no attachment, remember? honey?” he asks. you feel rage creeping in you, how dare he? no attachment? and then he calls you honey? “i know, jas.. sorry” you apologise, finally looking up at him “no attachment… right, i forgot.” you said bitterly. you two had argued when he picked you up for a “date”, because he tried to kiss you as if nothing happened, you brought up the fact that he was seen with another girl and he got defensive which lead to this. he kisses your cheek and promises to make it up to you.

but we’re knee deep in the passenger seat and you’re eating me out, is it casual now?

“i’ll make it up to you sweetheart” he says as he adjusts himself on his knees whilst you’re in the passenger seat. he fiddles with your skirt and underwear as his lips start tracing the inside of your thighs. his grip on your thighs are tight and you feel your climax coming down. he continues, inserting his tongue in and out of you while his other hand losens it’s grip on your thigh and rubs on your clit.

two weeks and your mom invites me to her house in long beach, is it casual now?

“hello y/n!” rosalie greets you on your way to history class which startled you and made you jump a little. “uhm… hi rosalie.” you greet her awkwardly, taken aback by her sudden kindness to you. maybe she felt pity. “i just wanted to let you know that we’re having a quick trip next week, esme wanted to let you know that she wants you to go with us.” she says as emmett walks towards you both. “yeah, esme really misses you both, jasper will be there” emmett gives you a wink which you try hard not to roll your eyes at. “i’ll think about it, i might be busy though. thanks rosalie, emett” glancing at the both of them and walking away. you definitely dont want to get caught up with jasper on a trip, with his family. remember, it’s casual.

i know what you tell your friends, it’s casual.

“jasper!” emmett calls him, “esme wanted to invite y/n over next week at the beach house, we already invited her… so… just wanted to let you know.” emmett says as he and edward smirks at this. “you invited y/n?” he asked, very much clueless. “yeah, carlisle wanted her there too, he said she was a nice girl.” edward adds. “i might not come with you guys then.” jasper states, clearly annoyed. “what’s wrong with her coming with us, jas?” emmett asks sarcastically. “oh right! you two are just casual.” edward answers the question for jasper and the two snicker at this. jasper shakes his head and walks away before they could taunt him further.

if it’s casual now, baby, get me off again.

jasper kisses you, hard. he loves doing this to you. overstimulating you. making you come, again and again, and again… he loves how you feel, clenching around him when you’re about to come. his grip gets tighter and he fucks you harder. kissing your neck, chest, everything. and after you guys are done? every praise, assurance, word that he said vanishes. discarded. once he gets his pants on again, he leaves, giving you a peck on the cheek. and that’s all.

if its casual now, if its casual now then.

it’s saturday and the girls wanted to hang out, and you decided you wanted to go with them. you guys planned a sleep over for next week and you talked about boys, movies, and prom. which you didnt know whether or not you’d be going to attend. “y/n?? y/n!” jessica basically shouts your name to get your attention. “yeah, huh?” you say cluelessly. “didnt you hear what angela said?” jessica asked, you shake your head no and angela repeats herself. “as i was saying, this boy… andrew.. what’s his last name again?” she asked the girls, “andrew jones?” bella answers. “oh right! andrew jones! anyway, he was asking me for your phone number. he wanted to ask you out!” angela tells you and her and jessica squeal in excitement. you felt weird though, going on a date while you’re with jasper? “oh come on, y/nnnnn! dont tell me that you’re thinking about that jasper again?” jessica rolls her eyes. “i am, dont you think it’ll be weird? going out with someone else while you have a —thing— with another person?” you state.

dumb love i love being stupid, dream of us in a year, maybe we’d have an apartment and you’d show me off to your friends at the pier.

“so? jasper did the same to you, with multiple girls. plus i thought you guys were clear on no attachment? remember? it’s just casual.” jessica argues. “she’s right y/n, you shouldnt settle for a casual fling.” angela agrees with her. you look at bella and she says “im with them on this one, y/n. im sorry but you have to be honest with yourself.” feeling bad for you. you nod your head and gave andrew a chance the next week.

i know “baby no attachment.” but we’re…knee deep in the passenger seat and you’re eating me out is it casual now?

jasper told you to meet him by his car because he “missed” you, and you reluctantly agreed. you couldnt stay away from him. he then opened the car door for you and same old story, he kisses you, you fight, he “makes it up to you” and you let it go, not wanting to argue any further.

two weeks and your mom invites me to her house in long beach, is it casual now?

declining the cullen’s offer, you didn’t say why or explain your reason. you just told rosalie that you couldn’t come and she understood. but, bella accidentally mentioned it to edward and alice because alice told her that you were supposed to be there with them and bella mentioned you and your date. “what?! y/n’s going on a date???” alice squealed in excitement which grabbed everyone’s attention. “who’s going on a date?” emmett asks, which made rosalie and jasper look at the three of them. as alice was about to speak, bella cuts her off by saying “no one! alice just got excited, you know..” widening her eyes at alice to contain herself. “y/n is.. you know? the y/n that jasper has a fling with?” he sneers and bella nudges him rather aggressively and he groans. “i told you not to tell them, it was supposed to be a secret!” bella whispered-semi yelled. “oh.” was all edward said and smirked at jasper who seemed a bit mad but oh well, it’s just a casual fling.

i know what you tell your friends, it’s casual..

andrew gets out of his car and knocks on your front door with flowers in hand, your dad opens the door and he gulps. “hi sir, i’m here to take your daughter, y/n, out on a date. i promise that i’ll take good care of her and bring her home before 8pm. we will just be going out, to the theatre, nothing else. we will be watching (your favourite movie) and after that, i’ll bring her straight home.” he offers your dad a smile and your dad is taken aback by this and hesitantly lets you go with him. before you leave he gives andrew a strict look and tells him “before 8.” and closes the door.

you and andrew had so much fun, he asked if he could kiss you on your cheek and you agreed. you asked him questions about himself and he answered them quite nicely and he let you speak about your interests. before escorting you to your doorstep at 7:48… he opens your car door for you. “let’s do this again sometime? i’ll see you on monday y/n.” he smiles at you and kisses your hand. he walks to his car but doesnt leave until you got inside safely. you were daydreaming about him a lot now, he was so dreamy. you thought. he was a gentleman and from what it looks like, he’s the perfect match for you. he treats you the way you want to be treated… but..

if its casual now then baby get me off again, if it’s casual…

andrew picks you up more frequently after your first date, he became your ride to school the past few days and you guys had talked back to back, jamming to your favorite songs… you never experienced this with jasper. when you both arrive, he opens the car door for you and almost everyone at school stops to look at you both. even the cullens.

“oh my god.” angela says in shock. she’s happy for you and andrew. she’s proud of herself because this was her doing.

“no way!!” jessica exclaimed. “bella are you seeing this?” she calls, the three girls smiled at you as you and andrew walk up to them.

what you didn’t notice was, jasper looking at you both. more like glaring into your souls. if he was alive, his blood would be boiling right now.

FLASHBACKS:

its hard being casual when my favourite bra lives in your dresser.

he unclips your bra while making out with you, both of you shirtless and his lips start tracing your neck and chest, he throws your favourite bra on the floor, discarding every piece of clothing you two had on. he couldnt wait to feel you again.

it’s hard being casual when im on the phone talking down your sister.

alice wanted your help on throwing a party, she called you because she was in distress about it. “i cant think properly y/n! it just seems like something is missing!” alice exaggerates as she rambles about what theme or what color she was going to use for the party.

definitely casual. you think to yourself.

i try to be the chill girl that holds her tongue and gives you space.

“it’s not fair jasper! you’ve been going out with girls, you were seen last night by MY friends! do you not know how embarrassing that is for me?” you yell at him not being able to take it anymore. “baby… baby… calm down. they were nothing. look, i dont know why you’re acting up again, i thought you agreed? casual? honey?” he reminds you.

i try to be the chill girl but honestly im not.

“what the fuck? that’s all you have to say?” you couldnt hold off your anger anymore and opened the car door and you left. jasper chased after you, “baby… come on… i’ll make it up to you, i promise.” he tries to convince you, being the pathetically inlove girl you were, you agreed.

knee deep in the passenger seat and you’re eating me out.

same old, same old. his fingers play with your skirt and adjusting your underwear so he could insert his two fingers inside you. you moan at this and he begins to fasten his fingers’ pace, making you cry out his name. he kisses your thighs and removes his hands, replacing them with his mouth.

END OF FLASHBACK!

two weeks and your mom invites me to her long beach house.

“oh hi, y/n! we weren’t expecting guests…” esme trails off, looking at you and jasper. “hi mrs. cullen, no worries, i was just passing by.” you greet her with a smile and she smiles back. “well, do you wanna maybe stay for dinner? we’re having italian..” she offers you and you look at jasper who nods at you, well.. how could you refuse? you smile at esme.

i know what you tell your friends.

“wow jasper, that was unexpected.” rosalie jokes, “what is?” jasper asks. “the way you let her stay for dinner!” emmett adds snickering at jasper. they all know that he’s falling for her. jasper ignores their comments and went up to his room, where you were sitting on a chair, with a box full of your stuff that you’ve left behind. jasper had a plan, he wanted to talk to you and make it official before andrew beats him to it. he wanted to let you know how much he cherished and needed you.. he agreed to give back your stuff, but he wasn’t giving up without a fight.

baby get me off again.

“baby, what’re you doin’ there?” he notices you checking your stuff, polaroids and letters you’ve sent to him that he never bothered to open. “nothing, jasper. just checking.” slightly cringing at the nickname. he reaches for your hand and pulls you closer to him, making you stand up. he leans closer to you and you pull away, “what are you playing at, jasper?” you ask him and you laugh at his attempt. realizing that he isnt joking, you feel annoyed. “stop. dont even start.” you spoke. “start what baby?” he asks innocently. “dont.” you said sternly. he pulls you closer and kisses you, you melt in his touch. you know that it isnt right, you know that this is not what you should want… but you cant stop.

i fucked you in the bathroom when we went to dinner..

(you guys didnt fuck okay, just kissed)

you got the strength to pull away and push him off. “whats wrong, darlin’?” he asks. “stop it jasper. im with andrew, i cant do this. i came here to get my stuff back and end things. i cant do this anymore.” you told him. “baby, we can talk about this.. please. i need you.” he responded. before he could do anything else, you walk away.

your parents at the table..

esme and carlisle hear you and jasper walking down and as esme was about to update you on the cooking, you bid your goodbye. “im sorry mrs. cullen, i have to take a raincheck… thankyou though.it was nice of you to think about me.” you say in a rush. carlisle and esme found this unusual. “well.. atleast bella and edward are on their way.. no food went to waste.” carlisle spoke.

you wonder why im bitter,

jasper runs after you and he pleads for you to talk to him. “baby please. i was dumb to ever think that this was only casual. i dont want this to end, please. dont go with him. i’ll treat you right, i’ll treat you better.” he says while holding onto you.

bragging to your friends i get off when you hit it,

shaking your head, you dont say anything, it seems like you’re lost for words at the moment and you break his hold on you, running to your car as fast as you can and starting it. jasper stands still, if he had a heart, it would be breaking right now. he feels regret, and heartbroken.

i hate to tell the truth but im sorry dude you didnt.

driving off, you finally felt free.

jasper on the other hand, he felt frozen in time. wondering why he took you for granted. wondering why time is such a pain.

i hate that i let this drag on so long, now i hate myself. i hate that i let this drag on so long, you can go to hell.

part two?

[morrigan-le-faye]

Likelihood of companions showing up in Veilguard: my thoughts

So, I was thinking about Veilguard and who I want to come back, so here’s my take on who I think is coming back!

Warden: lol no bitch, we’re never seeing them again. That would require giving them a voice and personality. Likelihood is we get another letter.

Alistair: We’re pretty far from Ferelden, if you made him king I could see him getting a mention but not marching his ass up to Tevinter/Rivain/Antiva/the Anderfels. Possibly another letter. If you kept him a warden, he’s either dead or could possibly show up in the Anderfels? I could see whoever got left in the fade tying in with the Veil Jumper plotline, maybe.

Morrigan: Possibly? Theres a possibility if she drank from the well she’s now bound to Solas because of him killing Mythal. I could see the Veil fuckery doing some weird shit to Kieran though.

Leliana: If you made her Divine, definitely. If you didn’t, I wouldn’t say so. She had such a big role in Inquisition, I don’t see her playing a huge role here.

Zevran: We’re in Antiva, we better see the boy! He is canonically with a romanced Warden in Inquisition, but I could see him taking a break from that to take care of Antivan things for a bit.

Wynne: canonically dead. Sad for her. RIP mage granny.

Sten: He’s the Arishok now, I see him tying into the Qunari plotline.

Oghren: please god no.

Shale: I hope so, but since she was DLC I would doubt it.

Loghain: He’s dead babe. Either you killed him in Origins or I’m assuming like nobody saved him in the Fade in Inquisition, and see what I said about the Veil Jumpers in Alistair’s section.

The Awakening Squad (minus Anders/Justice): doing this as a collective cause I’m not typing all that out. Probably not. Might see a couple of them if we go to Weisshaupt while we’re in the Anderfels.

Hawke: If you left them in the fade, again, could show up with the Veil Jumpers. Since there is a possibility they’re dead, I could see them just sending a “hey I’m fine in Kirkwall” message if they’re alive.

Anders: maybe, maybe not. This game seems like it’ll have less emphasis on the Mage/Templar conflict, but we haven’t seen him since 2, so who knows.

Fenris: We’re in Tevinter, I’m hoping he shows up! Let us help him kill slavers please.

Merrill: Seeing how Solas’s agents use the eluvian network, I could see her showing up again. Possibly with the Veil Jumpers

Isabella: I don’t think so. If she shows up, might be part of the Lords of Fortune plotline.

Sebastian: No. Might get referenced, but he is DLC.

Aveline: I don’t think so either. I think she’s too busy keeping things together in Kirkwall. Also ACAB includes Aveline.

Carver/Bethany: If you made them wardens, possibly show up in the Anderfels? But seeing how customizable their appearances are, I doubt it.

Blackwall/Rainier: Again, possibly in the Anderfels. Or elsewhere if he didn’t get recruited into the wardens.

Bull: I hope so, I wanna see the chargers for at least one mission. But since he can be dead if you kept him loyal to the Qun, don’t have high hopes.

Cassandra: if you made her divine, sure. I could also see her leading remnants of the inquisition if she isn’t divine.

Dorian: We’re in Tevinter. If Varric or Harding don’t mention they have a magister friend that can help, I’m going to be very disappointed.

Vivienne: Again, if she’s divine, yes. If she’s not, probably a letter writing cameo.

Cole: I could see him having a very cool plotline with the Veil breaking down and him either being a spirit with human elements or a human with spirit elements.

Sera: I could see the Friends of Red Jenny playing a role, if not her specifically.

Bonus Advisors:

Josephine: Maybe. Could see her helping with Inquisition remnants like Cassandra.

Cullen: No, cause Greg Ellis is an asshole.

[thequeenofneverland1]

Edward Cullen///if I stay any longer Part Two

A/N: It's Part two is finally here I'm sorry for the delay I feel bad since a lot of you have been asking for a while. And it's barely getting posted. a lot of things have been going in my life. that's why I have been taking forever to post, but Here it is I hope you love it and once again I'm sorry for the delay

“Bella, you suggest Y/n to leave Forks with you?” Esme asks shocked as everyone glared at bella

She crossed her arms and nodded. “Yes, I did. I can't allow her to suffer any longer as a result of your son.”

“It's not any of your business so stay out of it.” Rosalie barks

“Y/n’s my best friend of course it's my business if it involves her it involves me as well.” Bella barks back

“Well Y/n’s pregnant she can’t leave the child without a father, and she needs to take care of the baby and her-.” Carlisle tries to explain but Bella didn't let him to

“Y/n has the right to do that since Edward has been treating her like shit. and I can take care of the baby and her. She doesn't need you guys.”

"Who do you think you are talking to us like this?” Rosalie asks frustrated

“ Y/n is my wife and she needs us, we are her family. I will not allow you or anyone to take my child away. I have the right to be a part of my child's life. ” Edward tells her

“Perhaps your family or you cursed her to become pregnant so she wouldn't have to leave you. ” Bella accused

Emmet walks to her and gets into a fighting position if needed “How dare you?”

“Bella, I think you should go, I'll talk to you later.” You tell her fearing for her safety

“But Y/n, I don’t trust them.” She tells you back

“It’s ok I’ll talk to you later when I’m done, right now I need to have a talk with them.” You smiled at her then you glance at them

“Fine but if you don’t call me or answer my calls I will come back here and with backup,” she glared at them before leaving

Edward crossed his arms "So you were planning to leave Forks?”

“I wasn't going to, but now that I know that I'm pregnant I'm leaving.” You respond

"You can't leave. You’re pregnant. and I have the right to see our child because I'm the father.” He tells you

You rolled your eyes "why would I have our child grow up with a father who hates his mother I at least show you some love but you don’t.”

Esme grabbed your hand “Y/n sweetie, I'll tell you what we can do about you staying in forks so Edward and us can still see the child.”

You nodded, not liking the fact that you have to stay but you want to know what Esme has in mind “Okay?”

"So you're going to be staying until the baby is born. Once the baby is born, you can live in a house that I have around here. It's going to be just the baby and you.” She smiles

"You can't do that if Y/n’s leaving I'm leaving with her and the baby.” Edward tells his adoptive mother

“Eddie, you will still see your kid on some days.” Esme tries to explain “if that makes Y/n want to stay in Forks it will happen.”

Everyone looks at you for your answer as soon as you nodded Edward storm off angrily

Alice shakes her head on how Edward reacted "Eddie should at least be happy that you're staying here in Forks.”

"Yeah, well you have to understand that he's not going to see his kid everyday and he's not going to live with them.” Jasper kinda agrees with Edward but at the same time he doesn't

“But just know that I'm still going to follow for divorce.” You said before going upstairs to call Bella

"Have you seen a future with them and their baby?” Rosaline asks with hope

She shook her head "sadly not yet, but I do see someone trying to get close to Y/n.”

"Who's that person?" Edward asks sadly

"It's someone that's been with her, and no I don't still see them being together.” Alice answers

“It’s Jacob.” Edward whispers quietly, but everyone heard him

You were talking on the phone with Bella telling her that you were okay. and that you were going to stay once the baby was born. you were going to move into a house that Esme owns. That it was just going to be your baby and you. and that Edward will visit the kid some days.

Bella smiles “I’m so happy you deserve better and are you still going to divorce him?”

You sat down on your bed “thank you and Yes the divorce is still happening.”

“Y/n, can we talk? ” You heard Edward voice asks you could tell that he has cried

You nodded and you told Bella that you were going to talk to her tomorrow and you put your phone away so Edward and you could talk

"I know our marriage hasn't been easy but I beg you to give me another chance to prove that I love you and our child.” Edward tells you

"Edward it hasn't been easy for me too but I at least show you love, it hurts me saying this but the divorce is still happening.” You try to not get emotion

"Why don't you think about it again? If you think it's for the best, I'll give it to you. But at the moment let me try to get back your love and you back. If it doesn't work, I'll leave you alone. And let you move on with your life.” Edward proposed hoping that you would agree with his offer

You thought about it before giving an answer to him. As you were thinking about it you nodded your head "fine you can do it."

He happily smiled "thank you Honey, I promise that you won't regret it.”

Ever since you kind of give Edward a chance he has been super romantic and sweet making you shocked that it seems that he wants to try it again

"Honey, where are you going?” He asked since he sees you getting already

you looked at him through the mirror "I'm going to hangout with Jacob for a little bit.”

"Honey, you shouldn't go you're pregnant and I don't want you to risk our baby and you.” he looks at you with hope

You rolled your eyes "it's fine I'm not going to risk the baby and me.”

He frowns, but smiles "okay but call me if anything happens.”

You nodded "I will."

Edward felt sad that you were leaving to hang out with Jacob. he hoped that you would’ve stayed with him. so he could spend more time with you and the baby instead of Jacob,

But he understands that you need some space and to think if you still do want to divorce him. He never wanted things to go far. He never wanted to lose you. but now he might lose you to Jacob. if he doesn’t try hard enough.

The pack and you were talking about how you found out that you were pregnant. Everyone was happy for you except for Jacob who was heartbroken, “how's that bloodsucker treating the baby and you?”

You looked at him confused on the way he said ‘the baby and you’ “he’s treating us good why?”

He looked at you with a smile, "just making sure that he's being a good father and husband.”

“Alice, how do I get Y/n to stay away from that wolf?” Edward asks walking into the living room

She shrugs her shoulders “try to be by her side, show her love and appreciation, maybe that will get her to stay away from him.”

He sat on the couch next to Alice and he gives her a look “that’s not helping your not giving me support.”

“Well, it’s not my fault that you didn't do those things to her either fight for her or let Jacob do the work that you should be doing.” She said

“It seems that everyone wants Y/n to be with that wolf but I won’t let that happen because I’m going to fight for her.” He promised

She patted him on the back.“Good job if you want her back you’ll need to fight for her no matter what.”

“What should I do to win her back?” He asks, wanting to hear her ideas so he can win you back

“Um.” She thinks “Maybe plan a trip for her and you once the baby is born you can take her to Isle Esme she'll probably won't mind if it’s a good cost.”

“You think that’s going to work? Because I really do want her back.” He sadly smiles

“It will if you do the things that I told you to do.” She reassured him “why don’t you take her shopping after she comes home.”

You stood up from the couch with the help of Jacob and Leah "thank you guys and I think I should start getting ready to leave.”

“It was nice having you over. you're always welcome here.” Sam smiles

Jacob got his jacket and wrapped it around your shoulders. “Y/n let me walk you home it's almost getting dark, I don't want you to be walking home by yourself.”

“It's okay wolf I'm here to take her home besides I want to take her shopping for her and our baby.” Edward grabs your hand

"Thank you Jake for offering to take me home." you smiled and gave him back his jacket

“Anything for you.” He grins

When Edward puts his jacket on you, Jacob stops grinning and felt heartbroken when Edward and you left his home holding hands 

Jacob tries to conceal his emotions, but his friends notice and they all stare at each other. “If I were you, I wouldn't get my hopes up.”

He gives his friends a confused look "what are you talking about?"

“We all know that you love Y/n, but she doesn't feel the same for you.” Jared replies crossing his arms

Jacob rolls his eyes "how would you know?"

“It's easy to say that she still loves Edward, I'm sorry for saying this, but if she loved you she would have stayed with you instead of leaving with that blood sucker.” Jared replies again, not trying to be rude.

“Well Jared he's taking her shopping for her and their baby of course she would leave with him because he's the father but it doesn't mean that she still loves him.” Paul reassures "who knows Y/n might love our man Jacob.”

“And remember Bella told us that Y/n’s going to move to a different house around here once the baby is born and that she's going to divorce him.” Leah adds

“I know I just don't want Jacob to get his hopes up and for him to end suffering.” Jared explains

Jacob pulls him into a hug and smiles, "I know and I thank you for looking out for me and for being a good friend and a great family member.”

Edward and you were walking around holding hands but stopped when you felt a pain in your stomach and you felt that your water broke "Edward our baby is coming."

He panicked, but quickly he picked you up and carried you bridal style gently he speds to get you home

“Edward, what's happening to Y/n.” Esme asks worried

"Our baby is coming into the world.” Edward answers laying you on the couch gently

You pulled out your hand "Edward Can you grab my hand please."

He nods with a smile as he grabs your hand "please hurry, I don't want her to be suffering any longer."

Carlisle tries to comfort You and Edward "I know, but I'll try my best so Y/N doesn't suffer that much.”

“It might hurt more because you're a vampire giving birth, but I'll try to be as gentle as possible and you have Edward here to help you.” He tells you

Edward smiled when he saw his adopted father holding his daughter “I want to hold my daughter.”

Carlisle nods and gives his granddaughter to his son, and Edward smiles that he is finally hugging his daughter and

looks at you with a smile “Y/n sweetie she’s so beautiful just like her mother.”

You grin "she's going to be lucky to have you as her father.”

”And she's going to be so beautiful that she's going to break every single man's heart because she got your beauty.” He pulled you into a kiss

"You guys can be gross later now let me hug my niece.” Rosalie jokes but is happy that Edward and you seem to work out

"Are you ok? my love.” Edward aks worried since you just gave birth

You smiled again, "I'm fine, just happy that our baby is finally here.”

He kissed your hand “You can let your friends know that our baby was born and they can come visit if you want.”

You lean on his shoulder,”'It’s alright, I'll tell them later. Right now, it's about us, our family.”

Edward looks at everyone with a smile and they all smile back the moment stopped when there was a knock on the door

“I'll go and see who it is.” Jasper offers

"Y/n, it's for you." Jasper yells as he walks in with a person behind him

"Hey, Y/n how are you?” Bella asks as she sits down next to you

“I'm doing fine, I just gave birth right now but how about you?” You replied as Edward wrapped his arms around you

Bella looked at Edward and you with a confused look she had too many questions on her mind to ask

she clears her throat “so are you two not getting divorced?”

Edward wanted to reply, but he didn't want to be a liar, and he didn't want to cause any more pain to his heart by lying

You smiled at Edward as he put his hand on top of yours. “At the moment, no.”

She frowns, "oh, okay, it was nice talking to both of you. but I have to get going. Jake is waiting for me. but congrats on your baby girl. and I'm happy that Edward and you seem to work out.”

He beamed with hope “so you no longer want to divorce me?”

You exulted as you look at your family taking turns to carry your child “I feel like our daughter brought us together because when I saw you holding our daughter for the first time it made me realize that I don’t want the divorce that I want to stay by your side forever.”

He kissed your forehead “thank you love, I feel the same way and I always want to stay with you forever and love you and our family forever.”

“Edward tell the ladies of the house that they need to share Renesmee.” Emmett tells him

“Y/n tell Emmett and the guys to shut up and that they need to be patient.” Rosalie calls out

Edward and you let out a laugh as the both of you shake your heads watching them fight over your daughter “don’t forget that she’s our daughter.”

“We’re not talking to you, so mind your business.” Rosalie tells Edward playful

“Love, I was thinking why don’t we go on a trip just the two of us.” Edward asks pulling your attention from the scene

You smiled “I would love to but what about our daughter?”

“We can watch her as you both go on that trip, you both deserve it.” Jaspers tells you both

Emmett smirks, “Either way it might be a romantic trip for both of you so that’s why we’re going to look after her so Edward and you can enjoy the trip.”

You grinned as you nodded “so where are you planning to take me?”

He grabbed your hand and kissed it, “it’s a surprise we’re leaving later.”

“Did you know that Y/n got back together with Edward? Bella angrily asked

Jacob turned around and faced Bella with a sad and confused look, "What?"

She crossed her arms as she nodded "You heard right, I was there not a minute ago and I saw them sitting next to each other and he had his arms wrapped around her.”

“But I thought she was going to move out once the baby was born and that she was going to divorce him.” He asked with confusion thinking what changed your decision to not divorced Edward

She shook her head "not anymore she gave birth today and she told me that the divorce wasn't happening.”

“I have to go see her. I need an explanation from her.” he tried to walk past her. But she grabbed his arm "isn't it obvious? Edward being chosen over you shows that she loves him not you.”

He grabbed her hand, “but I am in love with her..”

“I understand, but she doesn't feel the same way about you. It's better to move on instead of waiting for her to love you because it's not likely to happen.” She noticed he was about to cry, so she hugged him

He accepted the hug "I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up even Jared told me not to but of course I never listen.”

“I love this place, thank you for bringing me.” You beamed since Edward and you were at Isle Esme

He hugs you from behind "I'm glad that you’re happy love thank you for giving me a second chance.”

With a smile on your face, you turned to face him, “Thank you for making me happy and giving me a daughter.”

He kissed your shoulder with a smirk, "let's go back inside and enjoy our vacation.”

You winked "what about inside?"

He kissed you as he closed the door. "We can also do it outside if you'd like on our second round.”

"So Alice, do you see a future with Edward and his family?” Japer curiously asked.

She smiles and nods. “Yes, and I anticipate a new family member joining us in the near future.”

"What do you mean by that?" Emmett asks, confused.

“She's implying that Renesmee will become a big sister, is that correct? Alicia?” Rosalie smiles

“We're going to be grandparents once more.” Esme embraces Carlisle with joy

“Does Edward and Y/n know about the great news”? Carlisle asks

She shook her head. “Not yet, I'm going to wait until they return from their trip.”

Week later

“We missed you guys so much.” You said pulling them each into a hug

“Careful there, we don't want to hurt the baby or you.” Jasper mumbled quietly but Edward and you heard him

“What?” You asked

Edward glanced at Jasper and then at you, “what did he say?”

"That they don't want to hurt the baby and me.” You replied

To confirm if it's true, he glances at Alice and smiles when she nods. “We’re going to be parents again, love.”

You smiled "it's another miracle that we got."

Renesmee was picked up by Edward. “Did you hear that princess? you're going to be a big sister.”

After putting her down, he went over to hug you and kiss you. “Our kids and you are my everything.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck "and you are to me I love you and our family.”

The moment was ruined when there was a knock on the door. Jasper went over to open the door Bella and Jacob stood there not happy. "Hi guys, welcome."

“We came here to let you Y/n know that you're no longer welcome in our houses and that you're no longer our friend.” Bella informs you as Jacob nodded

Edward tries to walk past you to defend you, but you stopped him. “I understand that Jacob and you are upset, but I wanted to give Edward a second chance. because he deserved it. but thank you for letting me know. I'll no longer bother you guys ever again. But you guys are no longer allowed to try to contact me as well.”

"Congrats on the baby." Jacob said before leaving with Bella

As Jasper closed the door, everyone looked at you as Edward hugged you. “Are you alright, love?”

You chuckled, "of course, why would I be sad? when I'm happy that we're going to have another child and why have friends? when I have you guys my family.”

“Exactly family is way better than to have friends.”

Tagging

@coralineyouareinterribledanger

[nightowlwriting]

summary: (he never kisses her left hand, always her right, because she once told him that she’s nothing more than the anchor on her hand and the history of the fight with the archdemon so many years earlier.)

word count: 2.2k

warnings: subdrop, mentions of past child abuse, torture, and allusions to past almost-sexual assault (no assault occurred or is described in the fic)

note: i haven't written in a long time, so this is me easing myself into ktober24. also this takes place in MY canon for the dragon age series which heavily diverges from bioware's canon. eventually i'll get around to novelizing the warriorverse (my warrior playthroughs of the game) but with veilguard coming out in less than thirty days that will have to wait.

title credit: sufjan stevens

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Cullen Rutherford is a strategist at heart and a man of his word. Born from a lineage of farmers, put through trials and tribulations that most men can only imagine - all to rise to the Commander of the Inquisition’s forces. Not without struggle, of course, especially as he falls deeper into his Lyrium withdrawal. But those struggles, the demons that come for him at night, and the gnarled roots of addiction inside of him don’t stop him from being the man that Amalia always knew he would grow into.

She remembers being a child in Honnleath, before the blight and before Ves and before shedding the heavy Sulzbacher name for the equally heavy Cousland name. She remembers being friends with Rosalie first, one year her senior, and then Branson next. Branson was a few years younger than Amalia, but she got along with him fine. Mia came next and then, finally, Cullen Rutherford.

She remembers that he was three years older than her and golden. Golden hair, skin touched by the long hours with his father and farm hands in the fields, and fundamentally benevolent. She first saw him through a curtain of her then-black hair after Branson had tripped her as she trotted alongside Rosalie, smiling down at her. She was only six at the time, to Cullen’s nine, but she knew. She knew that he’d go on to do great things, knew that he’d escape Honnleath like she wished that she could, that he would find a great love like in the stories her mother used to tell.

The world seems so simple when you’re less than a decade old.

Now, though, nothing has really changed. Amalia is still friends with Rosalie and Branson, though only by the letters she sends and receives from the South Reach. Cullen is still all of those things he was as a child, except now he’s been tested by the Maker in tragedy, war, and now one of the Magisters who first entered the Golden City. Selfishly, she’s glad that it’s Cullen. She’s almost thankful to the Maker and Andraste for all of the shit they’ve mucked Cullen through - and the shit that they’ve mucked her through - because it brings the two of them to now, this exact moment in time.

The truth of what nearly happened at Fort Drakon ten years ago had come out at the war table, but Cullen hadn’t looked at her any differently. They’d had the night together at the Winter Palace, after Amalia’s disastrous decision to dule that Duchess in front of the entire court, and Cullen remained stalwartly at her side. And then, when she’d gone up to his office to try and escape her meddling family he’d asked her to go back with him.

To Ferelden. To the Redcliffe arling.

To Honnleath.

She had been hesitant. Matthias surely wasn’t still there, but Amalia also didn’t want to risk seeing her father again, no matter the circumstances. She also didn’t want to see where so many of her happiest childhood memories took place - always at the Rutherford farm or sitting underneath the shade that Shale provided and never inside of her home - after the blight and after ten years of abandonment. But Cullen smiled so sweetly at her, took her right hand and pressed a kiss to her scarred knuckles, and said please.

(He never kisses her left hand, always her right, because she once told him that she’s nothing more than the Anchor on her hand and the history of the fight with the archdemon so many years earlier.)

Cullen had taken her to the lake, had given her his coin, and then taken her back to Honnleath where the bulk of the force they’d traveled with had finished the job they set out to do. Amalia doesn’t mind that they’ve gone through the small home, and dungeon beneath it, that had been her childhood abode. Doesn’t mind that they’ve taken her grandfather’s writings and research and loaded them in heavy boxes on the back of the bronto-drawn carts. She’s not a mage, just mage-blooded enough to pull off rituals as seen by the time she spent with Morrigan’s grimoire and the survival of her Grey Warden siblings. Amalia, at heart, is a warrior. If her grandfather’s works will help the Inquisition mages, then they shall be taken back to Skyhold.

It helps that Wilhelm Sulzbacher was a bastard of a man to everyone in his life, including his elven wife and golem. Amalia has nothing left for him, or her father, Matthias. It helps that he was also a bastard of a man to his elven wife, and elfblooded daughter. It’s almost cathartic to see the Inquisition soldiers - Amalia’s soldiers - carting everything up out of the dank basement she was so terrified of.

Cullen had let her watch for a few moments, standing in the spot that Shale used to stand in, before he took her back to the Rutherford house. It had been cleaned, probably at his request, and then…

Well, and then Cullen made good on his promise.

When she’d been nervous at the Winter Palace, he hadn’t pushed her into sex. They’d shared pleasure, yes, but not sex. Amalia hadn’t wanted their first time to be because of a duel and she agreed with Cullen’s sentiment: neither wanted their first time laying together to be in Orlais. They’re Ferelden at heart, and no amount of satin bedding or hearty foods could convince them otherwise. He’d promised her as he brought her off on his fingers that she’d know nothing but pleasure from him. He’d take her back across the border into Ferelden, he’d find a place comfortable for both of them, and if she wished it they would lay together.

Of course, being in the throes of an orgasm made Amalia agree to anything he was saying. Cullen Rutherford is a strategist at heart and a man of his word. As soon as the missive had crossed his desk about needing Wilhelm’s research, he knew that it was of the upmost importance that Wilhelm’s granddaughter, Amalia, be there when it was retrieved.

The fact that he had his childhood bedroom prepared, cleaned, and fitted with more expensive sheets before their arrival is none of anyone’s concern.

Except Amalia’s, but she’s not very concerned about that. She’s more focused on the way his skin feels against hers, hot and slick, and the way that pleasure still lays heavy in her limbs. Cullen has her pulled as closely as possible to him, legs tangled, as his hands roam up and down her bare back. He has been right when he’d told her that she needn’t worry with him. When Cullen had tried to press into her body for the first time and Amalia had flinched - barely noticeable but she knows that he notices everything about her - they’d prepared more.

(Prepared, of course, meaning that he’d put his mouth on her again until she peaked once more.)

There was never a moment in which Amalia Cousland felt like Cullen Rutherford was just fucking her to own her or taking what he wanted without considering what she wanted. His body over hers, so broad and muscular and golden, hadn’t felt like those moments before Alistair had kicked the door to the machine room down. Cullen’s hands handn’t felt like brands upon her skin - well, they had, but the good kind of brands. The kind of brands Amalia can see herself becoming addicted to. The way Cullen held her as he pressed into her hadn’t made her panic with claustrophobia or cry out in terror.

Amalia isn’t even sure she can call what they did fucking. That seems too… Primal of a word for what they shared. Love-making, maybe. It had felt like love, and she knows that she loves Cullen but can he love her? If he doesn’t, could he? Her past weighs heavy on her shoulders, and she can’t even escape it. Everyone knows the story of the girl who took the final strike on the archdemon at Denerim, of the Grey Warden who refused to let her die, of the Ashes that brought the girl back to life. The scar on the left side of her jaw, from just below her mouth to underneath her ear, is proof that she did die at the hands of the archdemon, that when Ves used the Ashes of Andraste leftover from healing the Arl of Redcliffe that they not only brought Amalia back to life but darned her face back together and left a mottled line of proof.

And now she’s the Inquisitor. The Herald of Andraste. She half believes it herself, because why else would the Ashes have worked? Why else would the Joining not have taken?

Why else would Ves and Alistair, both set on keeping her away from the Conclave and the fact that their Calling was shouting at them to be there, sent her with Bethany and Carver to see if they could find the other Wardens?

Why else would she have been the only survivor? Another moment of death and loss, and Amalia is still standing.

Before she knows it, she’s crying. She doesn’t want to worry Cullen, he already carries so much on his shoulders, but she can’t stop. Before long the heady, heavenly feeling of being in his arms, of knowing him and his body, twists and sours into panic and sorrow.

“Amalia?” Cullen asks, pulling only slightly away from her. Just enough to see her face, really, and she wonders what she looks like. Hair and eyes leeched of color because of her brush with death, scarred face, Anchor… She can’t possibly be the woman he thought he’d be in bed with. The woman that he thought he’d end up betrothed to. “Amalia, darling, what’s wrong?” His voice shakes and he cups her face with one hand, tilting her head up until she’s looking at him.

And, well, she can’t let him think he’s done something wrong.

“I am,” She finally warbles, shaking her head as best she can when she’s laying on her side tangled up in him, “I’m wrong. I should have died in Denerim, and I should have died during the Joining, and I should have died at the Conclave. How can you stand to look at me, Cullen?” Her voice breaks as she begins to cry in earnest, tears blurring his face as he looks at her.

“Oh, darling,” He whispers, bringing her close enough that his lips can press against her forehead, and then her nose, and finally on the jagged scar that reminds her of what she was willing to give up to protect Ves and Alistair. “I don’t care what should have happened,” Cullen finally says, pressing himself as close as possible, “I only care what has happened. Everything leading up to this moment, with you in my arms, is all that matters.”

“But we’ll never be free of it,” Amalia allows herself to sink into him, to press her nose against the side of his neck and drown in oakflower, eldermoss, and the faint scent of leather. “We’ll never be free from people knowing who I am, what I’ve done. I don’t care if it’s all good, if they think that I’m the Herald of Andraste. I just want a normal life. I want you to have a normal life, and I can’t give you that.”

Cullen shifts and for a brief second, Amalia is afraid that she’s chased him away. He only sets her down on the mattress and disentangles himself so that he can prop himself up over top of her. His hand cups her neck, large enough that his thumb can press and lightly rub back and forth over her scar. He smiles down at her, his own scar pulling slightly as he does so.

“You needn’t worry about me,” Cullen kisses her briefly, “Especially not about whether or not I want normal. I don’t care about normal, Amalia. Maker’s breath, the only thing I care about having is you. That’s all that matters to me.” She hiccups, tears still trailing over the sides of her face as she looks up at Cullen, and tries to believe him.

“But would you be happy with me?” Amalia asks, voice pitifully quiet. “If we were to stay together past the Inquisition, I mean.”

“If?” He asks instead of answering, “If? Amalia, I am in love with you. I would lay down my life for you. I don’t know what will happen past the Inquisition, I don’t know what will happen in ten years or twenty, but I know that I want you by my side.” He looks so serious, golden, that Amalia’s breath is taken away. “I want to be by your side.” He says, softer than he spoke before.

“You love me?” She asks, reaching for his face, “You love me?”

Cullen smiles crookedly, and it’s like the sun. It almost fully chases away the storm clouds that had settled in her chest. They’ll never truly be gone, not with what she’s seen and what she’s been through, but in Cullen’s arms and his bed, they don’t seem so scary. They don’t seem so all-consuming like they had been only moments before.

“Of course I love you,” Cullen says, “I can’t imagine a world in which I don’t love you.”

Amalia beams, then, even though her smile only reaches half of her mouth. It doesn’t bother her like it normally does because Cullen is kissing her, surging against her, pressing her into the soft cushion of the mattress underneath her. She lets him take her again, or maybe she shares herself with him again, and for a moment the world doesn’t seem so scary.

[hanatagami]

Twilight Characters with a GN! Light Fairy Reader

Twilight cullens with a light fairy reader. The fairies are based off of fate the winx saga ones, just because their powers are pretty cool. The show kinda sucks tho, but im an original winx fan so im a little protective of the original lmao. I might do other fairy types as well, and maybe with more characters idk yet

Edward Cullen

this man is. SO enraptured by you and your entire existence. He truly believes with all his heart you don’t belong with him, and it’s honestly kind of heart-breaking.

your like a symbol of everything he isn’t and he can’t help but remark to himself about the irony of it all.

ur a creature of the light, he can’t let others see him in light at risk of death by volturi. You have a temporary life-span(albeit long), he is immortal. ur whole existence is to be loved by nature, and he is supposed to be the top of the food chain predator.

ur the exact opposite of like everything he loathes about himself, why would you even consider being with him

but he gazes in awe of the way you can hold light in your palms, how the light hits your face and enhances every perfection, that you seem to almost glow in it, your entire aura radiating inviting warmth.

he just can’t seem to pull himself away from you, despite how much he believes you don’t belong together. he would be a fool to reject your love

he loves to play piano and watch you dance in the light peeking through the windows, orbs of light dancing around with you like a thousand tiny personal spotlights

the way he could watch you in your guyses meadow forever, you sitting amongst the flowers showing off by making a tiny rainbow in your hands, a little light show. the indescribable warmth he feels as all the colors hit your smiling face, he knows you have him wrapped around your finger, but he doesn’t want it any other way

dont even get me started on when he sees your wings. i imagine wings of light fairies are wings that are never the same color from one second to the next. your wings fluctuate from all colors of the light spectrum and to see you fly with them is like the most magical thing hes ever seen in his 100 something years of life

any comfort or desire you have on behalf of yourself or fairy traits, like maybe stones that absorb sun energy, plants for nature, literally anything, he’s pulling out that edward cullen card and buying everything

he would definitely buy plants anyways. he likes to see you bend rays of light and things to tend to the plants and it just makes him so happy

theres a fun little game you play, where you turn invisible and he tries to find you in the forest via your thoughts and other senses. when he finds you, he gives you a cheeky smile and a kiss. it’s kinda fun when he thinks he found you but your actually behind him or smth, you get to spook him a little and its very funny to see

Emmett Cullen

this little shit

to be honest i don’t think he’d notice your a fairy until you told him

but when he found out he was like “sick”

he’s suddenly very cautious physically, thinks you might be very frail or squish easy

until you tell him that absorbing the light makes you stronger so it’s fine

he’s very curious to see the capabilities and limits you have as a fairy. primarily, are you stronger then a human? if so he kinda wants to wrestle you

see whose stronger. his pride might be a little damaged if your able to win, he’d mumble something about a vampire being weaker then a fairy isn’t very cool, but i think he warms up to the thought very quickly and begins to find it kick ass

wants to see if you could beat jasper and edward in a fight too, and if you win he’s gonna be so proud of you

he feels like a very good match to you. while it isn’t necessarily super cool that vampires sparkle, he loves that in a way it matches you

orbs of light surrounding you like a bunch of stars, casting light on him and making him sparkle, like you guys are the lights of each others life or smth romantic like that

he’s not a poet

but he can’t help but grin cockily when you create a small orb in your hands just to watch how his hands and arms sparkle, he’s suddenly very proud with his sparkling ability

he’s asking-no begging- for you to pick him up and fly him around forks or the forest or anything. he wants to fly, jumping high isn’t the same

and you dont have to be afraid of dropping him! he’ll be fine!

you have to be careful, cause sometimes he’s a little too proud of you, he might accidentally spill a secret to someone while bragging about you

like “you should see how they look when playing with the light” and your like “EMMETT SHHH-” and just hope they think he’s talking about a ringlight or lighting in a picture or smth

he truly understands nothing on how fairies work, might buy a couple of scam things online on accident, in hopes of them being of some use to you

your vampire boyfriend just thinks your so cool, he wants to pick you up by the waist and hold up in front of everyone and go “look at my fairy s/o, aren’t they cool”

jasper hale

now major whitlock over here

he’s kinda like edward, he’s done a lot of bad in his life, something as innocent as a fairy truly can’t be into him

though its hard not to interact with someone who feels such a strong love for him

he doesn’t even have to feel it, cause you can show it via bright pink lights

you don’t allow him to brood on it to much

you do help him adress his past faults tho

he’s not proud of being in the confederate army, and thats something you had to establish very early on in the relationship

he helps you with magic training when you tell him emotions play into magic output

he feels this very innocent joy at being able to enhance your powers via boosting certain emotions

like the light you produce together is a product of your love, its a very wholesome feeling

he likes seeing how emotions effect your powers, how the colors change, fluctuating between a couple shades of one color depending on the emotions

how they differ in brightness, sadness being more dim, but things like happiness and anger being ridiculously bright

the light even moves differently, sometimes being more flowy and graceful, others being more fast and jagged

he’s kind of a history buff, so he is so interested in the history of fairies

the traditions and customs, and how they came to be

he could literally sit and listen to you talk about it all day, how fairies have had impacts on the world and human history that they had no idea about

how myths and legends of old are because someone saw a fairy, you being able to tell the full truthful stories and make them sound so interesting

he always compared alice to a fairy, but now that he knows one, he can’t help laugh to himself whenever you guys talk to each other

thinking as to how he was right in some areas, wrong in others

please let him dance with you

he wants to teach you so bad

swing dancing, line dancing, literally anything please

like swing dancing can be so intricate now cause he can literally throw you and you can do stuff in the air

the country man in him is so excited

he would show off if he had any country friends still alive from then

Carlisle Cullen

is curious in the medical facts of fairies fepoefsj

kinda cant help it, he;s been a doctor so long, and its mostly him wondering if you get injured if he can help you the same way he does humans

because he’s seen a lot of pain in people, and if what he usually does can’t help you like it did them, it might distress him a little

will feel much better when you enlighten on the best way to care for a fairy

also interest in hearing about the political dynamics of fairy kind

mostly if their anything like the volturi and if he should be concerned about them knowing about you

loves to see you interact with his children, you seem to be very wise and in tune with the feelings of others

you would very quickly become another parent to them, and it was clear you had final word in the house fepskf

loves when you surprise in his office at work by suddenly appearing out of thin air

or when he’s working and suddenly feels a kiss on his cheek and nothing else

the nurses all giggling at the joyful smile on his face, not knowing its because his s/o came for a single second just for a kiss before letting him get back to work, it makes his day that much better

hunting could be a little easier with your synergy with animals, but he would never ask that of you

loves to see you try on clothes, using your powers to view outfits at different light levels and angles

thinks your flawless in all of them, so be careful if your trying clothes on at the store

he’d buy the entire store-

considered buying you an entire forest too, but you claimed the forest belonged to the earth so he didn’t

you force the entire family out to secluded places in the woods and other places when its sunny, wanting to share its good energy with your family

the sight of his family playing around with each other in the sun, lead by his most favorite person makes him feel like he could take on the entire volturi

and yeah the volturi kinda see you as a threat, your powers alone could reveal a lot of vampire even at night

but they wont do anything at the risk of a species based war, they know so little about fairies that killing you and potentially making others angry could be very dangerous

plus the promise of a temporary, although very long, life length reassures them a little

carlisle would worship like you floated down from the sun and directly into his arms like some sort of celestial being

and he told you that, and the way your face and eyes lit up made him swear he’d never stop saying things like that to you

[panandinpain0]

can I request some fluff for Edward with a gn reader? I just really had a bad day and it's so draining having to deal with constant mood swings of other people 🧍 so just some comfort if that's alright?

"Long Day?"

I've had a pretty bad day too, Anon, it'll be okay <3

Fluff/Comfort Edward Cullen x GN!Reader

Warnings: Swearing

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Twisting their head back and forth, pops coming from their tense neck, (Y/N) opened the door to their apartment. It was a shabby old thing in Forks, Washington, but they'd had a long day in Port Angeles.

Letting out a long sigh, (Y/N) kicked their door shut, dropping their keys in the bowl next to the door and kicking off their shoes. They slowly started taking off their jacket, eyes drooping, before catching onto the figure in the kitchen doorway.

"Oh, dear God!" (Y/N) exclaimed, gasping and holding a hand to their chest, rolling their eyes.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." Edward didn't sound the least bit apologetic, an amused smile playing on his lips as he walked towards (Y/N) and helped them take off their coat.

"It's fine, I just didn't hear you," (Y/N) mumbled in response, rubbing their eyes and yawning.

"Long day?" Edward asked, ready to hear all about it.

"Don't even get me started. What is it with customers treating employees like they're below them?" (Y/N) started walking to the kitchen, getting themself cereal in the dimmed room as Edward followed.

"All day I've gotten complaints on everything I've done- even though I know I've been doing them right! Ugh, and my coworkers seem to think my sole purpose in life is to listen and help them with their problems. Katy today kept trying to get me to talk to her boyfriend for her, can you believe that? There's no sense of professionalism, you have no idea how much I want to tell her I don't want to be her friend..."

(Y/N) continued to rant, sending Edward the most hilarious facial expressions that had him holding back a laugh, opting to nod sympathetically instead. It wasn't that he didn't think their problems were legitimate- that's not it at all. He honestly didn't like seeing them all worked up, but the sense of domestic-ness in the situation brought him peace. He would listen to them everyday for the rest of his life if they'd let him.

Finally, huffing as they set down the milk on the counter, (Y/N) regarded Edward closely.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't be complaining-"

"Don't even start that," Edward interrupted. He stood up from his place in front of the counter and walked around it to (Y/N), taking their face in his hands. "I did ask, and you know I never mind listening."

(Y/N) sighed, unsure, but shook their head. "How was your day?"

"Boring without you there," Edward suavely responded, winking.

Snorting, (Y/N) put the milk away and picked up their cereal.

"Wanna watch a movie while I eat?"

Edward merely hummed in response, wrapping an arm around their shoulders and walking with them to the living room.

Turning on the show they'd been watching together, Edward sat down rigidly on the couch. (Y/N) sat down inches away from him, leaning into his body and pulling a blanket over them both (though they knew it'd do little for Edward).

Slowly Edward relaxed, and the two stayed in the warm cushions long after (Y/N)'s cereal bowl sat discarded on the coffee table in front of them.

Speaking of (Y/N), they were snoring on Edward's shoulder, fast asleep as Edward rubbed their arm soothingly. He leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on their forehead, closing his eyes. If he'd ever wished he could sleep before, it had never been as strong as it was now.

End

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Hope I did your request justice, Anon!

I channeled a lot of my shit into this and honestly I feel comforted- so at least it helped me 💀

-Author Max <3

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

What if the van incident in Twilight never happened? Would anything significant change?

What About the Van?

Well, let's look at what the van incident is responsible for in Twilight.

On Bella's end, it was sudden shocking proof that Edward wasn't human/had superhuman abilities. She sees him teleport across the parking lot, dent Tylor's car trying to protect her, and then sees his very cagey behavior in the aftermath as he tries to gaslight her into forgetting it happened.

Bella is intrigued. However, she was already intrigued, and did already mark the Cullens as at the very least unusual given their physical appearance as well as the weird shit Edward said and the way he reacted to her.

He just wasn't Spiderman yet.

On Edward's end, this is the catalyst for realizing he's in love with Bella. Edward saves Bella despite himself, acting before he can even think, and trying to justify himself in the aftermath while knowing his justifications were not his reasoning. He then finds himself having to defend her from his family (very torn as in ordinary circumstances he'd agree with them) and then Alice announces that it's all fine because Edward's in love with Bella and will turn her into a vampire (or kill her).

This is the catalyst for Edward realizing he is, in fact, in love with Bella and the start of his nightly watches over her as well as stalking her through the minds of others. His obsession blooms and he finds himself unable to leave her to her own devices and slowly but surely our pair come together.

So, what is the van then? It's a catalyst. But is it a necessary one?

No Van

Bella's not in the path of the truck and watches in horror as Tylor smashes into her beautiful red truck. Tylor is carted off to the hospital for stitches and Bella probably gets pulled into the waiting room and feels awkward about it.

The Cullens go to school where Edward finds himself surprisingly miffed that Bella's not in class today so he can't interrogate her again. He has no explanation for this, and finds himself petulantly blaming Tyler's awful driving. If he hadn't hit the ice too fast then it'd be a normal day.

Edward's obsession is still going to blossom and I imagine he's still going to start stalking her through other's minds. The difference will be that he won't try to keep his distance as he initially did in canon. That was a reaction to being told he'd turn Bella (or kill her), if he didn't interact with her then she'd be guaranteed a normal human life. However, here, he's not concerned yet that he'll take such drastic action. He finds himself really liking this strange girl who says the darndest things.

Bella, on her end, notices Edward's eyes changing color, how cold his hands are, how strange he is and theorizes that something is going on with him and finds herself as intrigued in canon.

Eventually, Alice is going to have her vision and is probably going to break the news to Edward.

Which means yes, anon, the van makes no difference.

Sure was exciting though.

[last-herondale]

"What Happens After Tomorrow?"

Jacob Black X Fem-reader

Soulmates

Angst, Heartbreak

TW: small mention of blood

Prompt: An almost kiss

A/N: I've always had this long running head cannon where the reader is part of the wolf pack, and imprints on Jacob the moment she meets him. For some reason Jacob does not immediately imprint on Y/N, and continues to believe that Bella is his true love. Of course, this brings heartache for Y/N, but her bond with Jacob makes her want to be there for him no matter what. This scene is Y/N comforting Jacob the night leading up to Bella and Edward’s wedding.

Enjoy 😊

It was raining again. The fat water droplets hit in a rhythmic pattern against the sheet metaled roof of Jacob’s shed. The wind had picked up on your drive over to his house and now it whistled through the gaps between the makeshift walls filling the empty space with haunting music. He had called you close to midnight, his voice strained and rough, as if he had been crying or screaming, or both, for hours. You were there in less then ten minutes.

Now, you just sat on an empty oil barrel watching the love of your life tinker with his car. Jacob was silent once you arrived, his muscled arms at work deep within the engine of his car. This wasn't the first night he had called you for comfort.

Ever since the Cullens had returned, Jacob had been a wreck over losing Bella to Edward. You had answered his call every time without fail, playing the convincing role as the concerned best friend. You were concerned. And he was your best friend, but there was also so much more that was left unsaid.

You noticed beer bottles scattered around the shed but kept your mouth shut. His wolf blood made it difficult for him to get drunk, but by the look of the amount of bottles on the floor he was determined to numb his nerves. It wouldn’t do any good to reprimand him now. Not with what laid ahead tomorrow.

It broke your heart to see him like this. The bond of the imprint had snapped into place for you the moment you met him, and since then you had been in service of him, even if he didn’t know it. How could you tell him? How could you tell your soulmate who he was to you, what he meant to you, when he was in love with someone else?

It was an impossible task. One that threatened to rip your heart to shreds. So instead, you promised to be anything he needed. His friend. His provider. His rock. No matter what. No matter how much it destroyed you on the inside to see him ache for another. To never match the feelings you had for him.

The sound of metal clanging together snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Shit” Jacob cursed, his voice a bit slurred. He lifted his hand from the engine and you noticed blood trailing from the tip of his finger down his arm.

You winced at the sight of him. Not so much the blood, but by the nonchalant look in his eyes as he watched the blood drip down. You wondered if there were other ways that he had "accidentally" hurt himself tonight.

“Let me see it,” you command, holding out your hand to examine his wound.

“It’ll heal… I’m fine.”

“Jacob.” You say sharply.

He finally slumps his shoulders as he slowly meanders his way towards you. He places his hand in yours as you turn it over and examine the damage. He was right, it was already healing. The blood had already stopped and the finger he had cut was now just slightly swollen and red.

No matter how many times you touched him, it send a jolt down the imprint bond that always sent a chill down your spine. You shook it off, as you had for the past year, and held on to his calloused hand.

You looked at his face, his deep brown eyes seemed glazed and far away. The sight of him made tears brim up in you eyes so you quickly lowered your head. Without anything else to say, you just let your fingers trace along his hand mindlessly.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper in order to keep your voice from cracking.

At your words, his hand tensed up. “For what?”

You let out a shaky breath. “For not being able to help you. For not being able to take this pain away.”

The rain was slowing now, the moments of silence grew larger between drops. Jacob was silent for a moment, but he did not retract his hand from yours. You let your finger tips explore his palm, following the defined veins that were laid out on his wrist.

“She chose him. She will always choose him.” His voice shook as he spoke. “I keep waiting for the moment where she realizes how much I feel for her, how much I hurt for her. But I’ve run out of time… and now I’ll lose her forever.”

Jacob sunk to his knees, his head now being level with your lap. He looked up to you, his beautiful tanned face and dark eyes were brimmed with tears. “Is love supposed to hurt like this?”

Seeing him like this, knelt before you in pain, asking such a question, was a horrific blow to your heart. It took everything in your being to not flinch away from the raw emotion that you felt.

Instinctively, you placed your hands on either sides of his face and stroked your thumb across his cheeks, wiping away the warm tears that fell.

“Oh Jake,” you murmur as he rests his head on your lap. His body shuddered against you as silent sobs rippled through his body.

“I wish it didn’t,” you whispered as you stroked through his black hair, “I hate seeing you so unhappy, so broken.”

If there was a way you could offer up your heart to him on a platter, you would have. You would demolish yourself in order to bring him peace. You would do anything.

“I think,” you began softly, “you have such a great capacity to love. Such a kind and loving heart…I have watched you give yourself so completely to others that you often lose sight of yourself. You disappear and I lose sight of you. And it terrifies me.”

Tears finally fell down your cheeks. Jacob stilled in your embrace and you felt his eyes boring into you, but you could not return his gaze. It was too much.

“I don’t know how to help you,” you admit, “I am afraid that once Bella…” you couldn’t finish the sentence.

“I’m afraid I’ll lose you too. Like your heart will go somewhere that I cannot reach…”

Warm, strong fingers gripped your chin in a soft embrace. You allowed yourself to let your gaze drift back up to Jacob, tears unabashedly falling down your face.

“Y/N…” jacob murmured, his eyes searched your face with a mixture of surprise and confusion. The glaze from his eyes seemed to disappear and everything seemed to become sharper in his expression.

Jacob rose from his spot in front of you, but took in both of your hands, making you rise with him. The two of you stood only inches apart, his head tipping closer to yours.

Your heart slammed against your chest, and you knew he could feel your body react to him. Usually you were so careful around him. Careful to not let anything slip from your walls. To protect him from the truth. But this was too much. The proximity of him was almost intoxicating.

“Jake,” you let out a soft warning. His eyes continued to search yours as he inched closer towards you. One of his hands reached up to touch a tear that fell from your eye. He placed his hand on your cheek and for a moment you felt yourself lean into him.

“What would I do without you?” He whispered. For a moment you thought he would kiss you.

You’ve dreamt of kissing him for the longest time. Dreamt of his lips on yours, the feel of his mouth and the taste of his skin. You burned in those dreams. Could it finally be reality?

The space between you were mere inches, but something in your gut tightened. This wasn’t right.

He doesn’t love me. Not in the way I love him. He is grieving tonight. He will need me tomorrow. Now is not the time.

Instead, you pulled away from him. It felt like tearing a limb off. Jacob looked at you with hurt in his eyes that nearly shattered you.

“Come on,” you said, beckoning him with your hand, “let’s get you to bed.”

Jacob just blinked at you for a moment, but then took a hold of your outstretched hand and followed you out of the shed into the quiet night.

[mrcjprice193]

so... I rewrote Twilight...

I rewrote Twilight the WHOLE series during the pandemic out of boredom. I’m leaving out some crucial details but stay with me. I know of the books but this is gonna be more of a rewrite of the movies… This is the first movie… Bella moves to the town and lives with her dad because her mother dies. She’s in her late twenties, laid back, nerdy, and introverted. She moved away from her parents. She movies back to look after her mom's old things and console her dad. As she discovers unusual photos of her mom in a group full of women. she meets up with her old best friends Jacob and Jessica…

They tell her of a mysterious family who moved into the town years ago. No one knows much about them other than they contribute a lot to the town being fixed up and the head of the family works as a prominent doctor. Only on a few occasions does anyone see the rest of them… She gets curious and starts looking into their history and finds nothing. meanwhile, her dad investigates vicious murders happening around the town. He meets up with his friend Carlisle who he’s been close with for a long time ever since he moved there.

Then we get to THE scene. a car slides through about to hit Bella but Edward saves her. He leaves a huge dent in the car and walks away with a hood over his head. Bella is in the hospital and overhears a convo with Carlisle chastizing Edward about laying low. She’s confused but curious. She begins following Edward through the town seeing him go incognito and walk around the town. He leads her into the forest. She follows him but Edward knew what she was doing. Instead of being threatening edward is much more snarky, energetic, and softer. There is a spark there. Edward plays with her a bit and doesn’t tell her what he is. What plays out is a cute cat-and-mouse game between the two. Meeting around town. They soon start to get closer and Bella figures out he’s a vampire. They fall in love… (obviously).

Edward struggles to find his humanity being immortal and Bella is very sheltered and can't seem to find her purpose in life. through each other Edward re-discovers his humanity, and Bella steps out of her shell...

Bella discovers after looking into her mom's past that she comes from a long line of a coven of witches and she may be the last of them. (This comes into play later down the line In my rewrite of Eclipse.)

Bella meets the rest of the Cullens. Esme, Alice, Rosaline, and Jasper but things get rough as the murders get closer and closer to town. One of Charlie's friends is attacked but he’s still alive. Later on, in the police station, he turns into a rampaging beast and attacks him. He soon realizes he became a vampire thanks to Carlisle who tells him and reveals he’s one too. Charlie does not take this well and punches him. It doesn’t work vampire's skin is very strong. What follows is a buddy pair to hunt down this rogue clan of vampires… As it turns out this rogue clan is led by James who was once a part of the Cullen clan but became bloodthirsty beyond repair. Both he and Edward were best friends for centuries but after a huge falling out he split. taking in other wayward vampires who thirsted for blood and started his own clan. James begins terrorizing Bella to get at Edward and stays around the town…

Charlie and Carlisle team up killing all of the vampires in their lair but James escapes and is pissed. He kidnaps Charlie and tells Bella to meet him in an abandoned fairground. the final showdown takes place here. James and Edward face off it’s brutal and vicious. Charlie tries to get his gun with a specialized silver bullet but he can’t reach it. Bella grabs the gun instead and blows James's face off. The night is over and everything is fine but the tension between Charlie and the Cullens is thick now. (imagine if your best friend lied to you about being a vampire. shit is not sweet fam. lol) Bella and Edward go to a town celebration. They dance together in the night… END.

let me know if yall want to hear my new moon rewrite...

[witchofthesouls]

Team Prime learns (and maybe meets) some cryptids/urban legends

(Heads up, the last one includes death. It starts with "A wolf sits at the side of the...")

The less Ratchet thinks about the rude, little shit of a jackalope, the better off he is. It dented the side of his alt-mode, gouging deep as it insulted his intelligence when he pulled off the road.

To be fair, it's even smaller than a typical human and highly drunk as it slurred a warning about "idiot tourists staying after the sun sets" and "stupid big folk" and "Great Hunting."

It doesn't help that no one else believes him. Oh, sure: ghostly apparitions are fine, but a talking, big-antlered rabbit isn't?

The kids would roll their eyes and think he's trying too hard.

Optimus enjoys people-watching. He enjoys being part of the crowd. None distinguishable from the rest of the men when he uses his holomatter. There’s an old man that’s always at the bar. Hair long since grey, skin full of liver spots and translucent, back stooped, and yet he can out-drink everyone in the vicinity. His body is old and creaky, but his mind is still sharp, his tongue silver, and his hands fast on a fiddle.

Jack is his name. He’s well-acquainted with Optimus, who goes by Leo Cullen, as they struck up an odd friendship at the bar counter. Both are familiar with surviving in the true wild lands, with getting out of sticky situations and too-powerful authority figures, and ruminating on Gone Things.

Old Man Jack with his quick tongue and tired eyes carries a lantern carved from a turnip, and whenever the man and holomatter walk out together, Jack lights it up before his feet touch the ground outside.

Eventually, Optimus will be able to see how the shadows play with its light, the swirling color and shifting patterns on the turnip’s face, and Jack asks him:

“Did you make a piss-poor deal with the devil, too?”

On the outskirts of Jasper at the abandoned roads, there’s a different kind of race for a different breed of thrill-seekers, adrenaline junkies, and lost souls.

When the wind blows right and the night is dark, people race against the coyotes of dust and sand. With eerie eyes and haunting voices, they group together to form sandstorms as they chase after tires and wipe away the roads.

To the winners, howls will crown their victory as Jasper is right in their line of sight. To the losers, a storm will sweep over the area and wash all traces of the racer. Howls will welcome the newest member of the pack.

Arcee goes out there without anyone else and races. The sand scrapes over her plates, ghostly jaws snap over her tires, and her spark thrums wild as she cannot see anything in front, nor behind her, as the storm swallows her whole. 

She wins. She manages to overcome them and they howl at her victory.

Neither of them spoke of it, but when Bulkhead and Cliffjumper raced on an empty stretch of East coast highway under icy conditions, they saw a battle raging in the sea.

A massive serpentine shape with shades of onyx and midnight blues is wrapped around an equally massive squid-like form. Tentacles thrash, deadly hooks swirl within its suckers as it tries to puncture the serpent’s scales, and waves crash upon the rocky beach, the seawater rising high to meet the road. They see the foamy water pulling back and turning, turning, turning-

And then the serpent unhinges its jaw, wide enough to take a chunk out of the Ark, serrated and swordlike teeth gleam wickedly in the distance, and it sinks into the fat head and twists-

 The squid turns a ghastly white and the water calms as the victor and its prey disappear into deeper waters, the sea rippling and distorting before evening out.

“This planet has giant Quintessons.” This planet has a bigger critter that eats the giant Quintesson.” “Primus save us…”

A wolf sits at the side of the road. It’s the same wolf at the same point of the road, all the time, rain and shine. Bumblebee pulls over during his free time, and he notices it bleeding from its mouth and collar on its neck before it darts into the woods behind it.

Bumblebee doesn’t go after it because his comm rings and it’s Decepticon activity. He leaves and feels its heavy gaze upon his bumper.

The next time he stops, it’s still bleeding from its mouth and it moves to the tree line. It stops and looks back, beckoning him and Bumblebee follows.

The terrain is rough and there’s no set pavement, but he can handle it. It moves like the wind, speeding fast as it darts and weaves between trees.

If Bumblebee wasn’t a Cybertronian and so intuitively in control of his alt-mode, he would have run over the wolf that now lies on its belly on the ground.

His holomatter approaches slowly and it paws the ground, whining, pushing away the dead leaves and muck. 

Bumblebee digs deep and finds a familiar collar, he also finds bones and patches of faded cloth scraps.

He keeps tabs on the location’s local news when it finally breaks: an old couple gets their closure on their son and the family’s wolfdog that went missing decades ago. Fingers, adult ones, were stuck in the wolfdog's throat.

[greypetrel]

hiiiiiiii for Aisling!!! Kingcup- youth, innocence, dawn

There’s a lot of request for baby Aisling, uh?

I wonder why. I really do wonder why, surely it has nothing to do with a certain post about floppy ears. xP) (always glad to provide, tho, she’s cute.)

In DadWolf Au this time, and I swear, it’s not angsty. And also building catapults is a perfectly educational exercise, Solas, come on.

A note: I think in this AU she got things a little better, mentally. Still traumatized, but with less social pressure. First, her origin story is being one of the very few survivors of a “protect Clan Lavellan” mission dealt with not in the best of ways. Mamae is dead, didn’t abandon her, which for her opinion is slightly better. Having Dorian there going through the same trauma and the same shit helped considerably the both of them. Not being adopted with a purpose (“you’re here to be the apprentice to a mage, you must be good at it!”) but just because also lifted her of a lot of pressure she felt in canon. And also Varric paid for therapy.

Tis the prompt list

Rebel Rebel (🎶)

Kingcup - youth, innocence, dawn

“Are you angry?”

Aisling asked, squirming in her seat and crossing her arms on her chest, trying to mask the guilt she felt with a grumpy pout. Solas looked sideways at her, with an inscrutable stare, quickly getting back to look at the road ahead.

“I’m not angry, da’len.” He told her, quietly, but his voice had some hard edge he only had when he was explaining Dorian and her that they should really not make rain on the carpet.

“You sound angry, tho.” She insisted, pouting more and trying not to cry.

Crying must hurt her, right now, from how swollen and red her right eye was. And indeed, Solas saw her wincing hard at least twice. When he arrived at her school to pick her up after her teacher told him and he frowned hard, seeing her beaten up good, in a way a child of 6 shouldn’t be. And right now, when she finally spoke after he apologized to the teacher, promised her it wouldn’t have happened again and he would surely have talked to the child, and they made their way in his car almost to the university.

He sighed loudly, struggling to put up the left turn signal: the car was old, and tho it still worked perfectly fine -according to Solas, Varric always said the car was the quickest way to catch tetanus- the turn signal was a little morose on the left. He managed, as he always did, and the tick-tock of the signal filled the cabin.

“I’m angry with the school because I knew something bad would have happened. Not at you.”

He explained, calmly. Aisling knew that: he and Varric had quarreled over school, and even then Solas had agreed to allow them “on probation”, to see how it went. A bad fight with a classmate on her third day wasn’t something he expected, and it left him feeling frustrated at having listened to Varric insisting they should go and get socialized, that home-schooling would just have been detrimental. Home-schooling would have left her with a black eye.

“I like school, tho.” She confessed, scraping at the crust on her knuckles until Solas notices and patted her scraping hand with his, to make her stop. She huffed loudly in complaint, but stopped trying to scratch it, obedient for once.

“And why are you here, if you like it?”

The child mumbled something Solas couldn’t quite understand, folding her knees and placing her feet on the sitting, as she grumpily crossed her arms on her chest. She had been more and more vocal since they got Dorian, but she still needed her time to process things and express them. He left her all the time she needed.

“I made a friend, today.”

“A friend who punched you?”

“No.”

“Who is it?”

“He’s Cullen. He had a nice book about castles and knights and catapults. It had pretty pictures of catapults, and I’m sure we can build one, all three together.”

“You can’t build a catapult.” Solas pointed, turning the wheel and maneuvering the car to park it in the spot he’s been assigned to. “What about Raleigh?”

“He’s mean, babae!” Aisling declared, with a vehemence, putting her legs down to allow the older elf to free her from the belt on her seat, and kicking her feet to underline her opinion.

She waited to continue her story, as Solas exited the car and walked around the bonnet to pick her up. He opened her door and offered her his hand to take, waiting as she jumped down the seat, taking the hand that was offered to her. She winced when she landed on her feet, but didn’t say anything more and started to walk. Her backpack was retrieved as well and slipped over Solas’ shoulder, and with the car finally closed, they walked their way together, hand in hand, towards the university building.

“Well?” Solas prodded, gently.

“We were planning to open a door to the garden with our catapult-”

“-which you absolutely, in no way, will ever ever do-”

“-when Raleigh came and acted very, very bad.”

The doors to the university opened, and the view of an older elf with a pikachu backpack hand in hand with a little child with messy pigtails, a bloody lip and a black eye, caught more than one pair of eyes. Solas scowled at everyone, bellowing to just open a book and read if they had nothing better to do than staring aimlessly. He was still new in the institute, but his cold voice commanded attention enough that everyone just jumped at attention and skimpered away. Aisling, little phased by the whole display and not scared, let him finish and went on.

“He threw the book, and started to call us freaks, and he pushed Cullen and pushed Dorian too, and so I-”

“I suspect you didn’t call your teacher.”

“-I kicked him in the knee, right where Varric told me.”

“… What has he told you, da’len?”

“And then he pushed me too! And then I bit him.”

She even mimicked the exact way she bit him -on his hand, between his thumb and index finger-, for good measure, before continuing with a minute description of the fight: how the other children had started to cheer them, as she was punched hard in the eye and fell down, and she punched him back, and could get back standing only because she hit him hard with her knee in his belly, hard.

When she finished, Solas sighed deeply, leading her out of the lift and down a sun-lit corridor, full with doors to offices, water fountains and posters hanging from the walls. The department was quiet at that hour, just some post-graduate students making their way in and out from their responsible offices, the big bulk of students usually in class for lectures. Thankfully, Aisling had waited a couple of free hours to be sent back home. Or well, at one of his dads’ workplace, since the house was currently empty and Varric couldn’t be reached in an important meeting of the Merchant’s Guild actionist board.

They hadn’t done more than four steps, when Aisling pulled at the hand she was holding, whimpering slightly.

“What is it?”

“My ankle hurts…”

“It- why didn’t you tell it sooner, da’len?” Solas complained, crouching to observe the aforementioned limb and finding said ankle – free of any obstacle since the child couldn’t yet be swayed to wear anything more than flip-flops on her feet- red and swollen. It must have hurt a lot and to the older elf it felt like someone was clutching hard on his heart. Particularly hearing the child sniffing. He wasn’t sure he liked this paternity thing fully, in these occasions. It was weakness and-

- and, he picked her up, accommodating her on his hip before going further towards his office, where he would have been out of everyone’s prying eyes enough to heal that nasty eye and also the ankle. When she clutched his neck with both little hands and sighed contently, resting her soft cheek on his shoulder, Solas decided it wasn’t all that bad, after all, having the trust of such a little creature.

“It didn’t hurt so much, before.”

“I see.”

He let her down on the little couch he has in his office, telling her to keep the injured foot up a pillow he rests it upon. As she sat there, for once quiet and still, whether for feeling guilty or unsure about him Solas wouldn’t know. He took the rare moment of quiet to walk around his office, open the window and fill the kettle for something to drink. He wasn’t exactly prepared for snacks and feeding the balls of destructions there, but he has some soluble chocolate to give her. All in all, he thought, she was hurt for defending her brother, another child and herself, she plenty deserved it… Even if she didn’t chose the most effective way to deal with the situation. He just needed to check one last thing.

Leaving the kettle to boil, he fetched the small first aid box he had and returned to the couch, sitting before her and rubbing his hands together. First the ankle, he decided, looking at it on the pillow it may be badly sprained. How two children had managed to do such a mess surprises him, not necessarily in a good way.

“So, da’len.”

“Cold!” She shrieked as he placed his hands on her foot and leg, as delicately as he could, snapping instinctively the leg back towards her.

“I know, I’m sorry. Please, resist a minute, it’ll feel all better in some minutes.”

Solas chided, and the child, trusting and obedient -it had no affect on him as well and surely didn’t make him feel like delaying his plans had been the right choice, not at all- offered him the hurt foot and just whined slightly as he placed his hands back, squinting her eyes and hugging her plush backpack tight for comfort. She stayed there, tho, bravely, as he channelled a spirit from the Fade to repair the bone and the muscles that had been injured, as delicately as he could make it. It was cold, there was nothing he could do about it, but he could make the process less hurtful by going slow, at least.

“Can you tell me why did you fight Raleigh, Aisling?”

“He was mean to Dorian and Cullen.”

“He was. Still you should call your teacher for these things, or you’re gonna get hurt.”

Telling her or Dorian how to do things, or not to do them, had always been a struggle from day one, ever since they met and realized both were mages and got along, related to their respective stories and became thick as thieves even before considering finding a family for one or both of them. Since then, they had started to team up, and became a nearly unstoppable force with too many ideas and too keen intelligence for two 6-years-olds. It still didn’t mean that every attempt at containing them should stop: only that most often the containing attempt consisted in that. Healing injuries and scraps -and sprained ankles and black eyes- and making them reason on what went wrong and what could be improved. And hoping they would choose not to do it again.

“But you told me I should always stand up to bullies and injustice!” Aisling pouted at him. “Raleigh is a bully.” She declared, very convinced.

He struggled not to smile, proud in the bottom of his heart that she had taken by heart that thing he said, of all.

“I said it, yes… But I said stand up. Not bite, did I?”

“But he’s taller than me! Everyone is!”

She thrashed a little, making him wince to follow her and adapt his spell to the sudden movement. He was used to it, by now, and still.

“Please, da’len, keep your foot still, would you?”

“Sorry.”

And she obeyed, slouching forward on the couch and sighing heavily in her backpack, still observing him intently, eyebrows folded in a little frown.

“Babae?”

“Yes?”

“Are you angry at me?”

She asked again, in a little voice, more fragile than before, big eyes not leaving him for one minute. It would have been the perfect chance to reprimand her and make her understand that she should really learn to choose her battles, not jump in one without thinking. And yet, somehow, those two little children had their way to make him give in and make him forgive more than he normally would.

“No, my child, I’m very proud that you stood up for what is right. You’ve been very brave.” He admitted, caressing her head with one hand and making her smile by tickling just below her chin, squirming to avoid him tickling more. “But I want you to understand that if you like school and want to stay there, you have to obey the rules. Or they won’t let you go anymore.”

“Could you teach me, if I stopped?”

“Varric would be saddened if you did.”

“Oh.” She considered, looking down and frowning, concentrated on the dilemma. “I don’t want papa to be sad.”

“And I was very worried too, when I saw you hurt.”

She turned up her face, eye still functional as big as a saucer and mouth opened in a big O, as if it was a thing she really hadn’t considered.

“You were, babae?”

“Of course.” He chuckled. “I don’t like seeing you hurt, you know.”

“But you can make it better with magic!”

“Yes, but you still feel the pain, no?���

The child mumbled and left her backpack to the side, sitting it carefully as if it was a real, breathing animal that needed to be comfortable on the couch. And with that, squirmed and slipped her foot out of Solas’ hands, without him managing to prevent her from moving even if he protested and tried to told her to stand still. She didn’t listen and crawled on the couch towards him -whimpering slightly when she put some weight on her injured ankle. By then, Solas knew how to read her, and sighing, he let go of the spell and opened his arm for the child to climb and hug his neck as tight as she could.

“I’m sorry I worried you, babae.”

“That’s ok, my child. It’s my job, worrying. As long as you’re fine, it’s ok.”

He held her, caressing her back and her hair and slouching down on the sitting a little. He had things to do and to work on before he should return to school an pick up ball of destruction number two (who hopefully would have behaved on his own and didn’t set fire to anything). But his afternoon had already been disrupted, and he knew that with her here he would have not done much anyway. He really underestimated the task at hand when he brought her home and realized he wouldn’t have found a family he found fitting to house her and grow her properly, and yet, with a warm child hugging him to comfort him when she was the one hurt, he really had nothing to complain about.

“Babae?”

“Yes?”

“Can we build a catapult, at home? We could throw eggs!”

Well. Maybe he had one thing to complain about.

[thedeathlysallows]

memento mori

Ch.4: Poison Ivy

I throw open the front door of Dad’s house and yell for him. My voice is frantic and I know it’ll scare the shit out of him, but I’ve searched all over town and Bella is nowhere. I finally find him in the backyard working on the garden I abandoned when I left for college.

“Dad! Where’s Bella? I can’t find her anywhere and it’s kind of important. I need to find her now.”

Dad jumps and puts a hand over his heart. “Geez, kid. You scared the hell outta me.”

“Sorry, I just… I need to find Bella is all.”

“Oh, she’s with Alice Cullen.”

“Wait, Cullen?” I won’t think about that implication right now. I won’t think about how there’s always been a Cullen in The Society and how the current one is one of my favorite guys to partner up with. Nope. That’s a problem for later.

“Yeah. She’s one of the kids Dr. Cullen adopted. Do you know them somehow already? You seem shocked.” Charlie’s brows furrow together. “Rosie, are you feeling okay?”

“I’m fine.” I answer too quickly and Charlie doesn’t look convinced at all. “Really, I’m fine. I just… have a graduation present for her that I want to give her before graduation… because I want her to have it… because of all the parties…”

Charlie puts a hand on his hip. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Condoms,” I blurt out, confident in my lie. “I bought her condoms because she has a boyfriend and she’s a teenager and-”

He waves his hand and heads back to the house. “Don’t wanna hear it! But, uh, maybe you should get them to her, uh, sooner rather than later.”

“That’s the plan!” I shoot him some finger guns, feeling relief wash over me. “Where do the Cullens’ live?”

He points left. “That way, edge of town, can’t miss it.”

“Cool. Thanks, Dad.”

“No problem.” He’s clearly deliberating asking me something, but before I can ask him what it is, he continues on. “Rosie, you didn’t just… have those… did you?”

I wrinkle my nose. “Ew, Dad, what kind of girl do you think I am? I got ‘em from CVS like a normal person. Fresh and unopened like my-”

“Okay! Bye!” Dad disappears inside the house and I laugh to myself.

I’m not necessarily proud of making up such a shitty, uncomfortable lie, but it did give me a glimpse of what a normal life would be. It leaves a sad ache in my stomach. Things could’ve been so different. I could’ve been better. I could’ve done better.

But there is no time for those thoughts.

Gotta save my sister from her own stupidity.

Do they even know what’s coming for them? Have they figured it out? Am I the one who’s late to the party? It wouldn’t be the first time I jumped head first into a job and ended up being the last to know anything. I really doubt this’ll be the last time either. I think impulsivity is a curse from my mom, but she’d probably disagree. I love her, but I didn’t want to waste my childhood raising her. That’s why I chose to stay primarily with Dad.

I’m so lost in thought as I climb in my car that I almost miss the poison ivy sitting on my windshield.

Mother fucker.

He was here?

God, I really am losing my edge being back home.

I make quick work of the drive to the Cullen household. The driveway is a bitch and a half to find, taking me more than two drive bys to actually find. Their house is buried deep in the forest, the road leading to the house long and winding. I spot Bella’s truck parked out front instantly.

My training says to barge in and start demanding total cooperation from them, but I can hear Dad in the back of my head telling me I need to be polite to people. But the Cullens’ aren’t people, are they?

I’ve got my fist hovering in front of the door when it swings open and a tall, blond man greets me with a kind smile.

“Roseanna, please, come in. I’m Carlisle Cullen.” He steps to the side and makes a sweeping gesture with his arm, inviting me into his home. “Welcome to our home.”

The hair on the back of my neck stands on end and it feels like every cell in my body is suddenly on fire. I don’t like this. I don’t like stepping into a house full of vampires without more than just a knife strapped to the inside of my thigh. I don’t like knowing that my sister is inside, sitting with them, acting like they’re people instead of the supernatural monsters they are. Above all else, I don’t like the fact I’m having to ignore my instincts and play nice with vampires. I loathe it in fact.

Carlisle Cullen might be nice, but because of him, because of his family, innocent people have been hurt. Not only Bella, but all those poor kids in Seattle that have been turned in order to come hunt Bella down. So many innocent lives. And for what?

I catch myself staring stoically at Carlisle and blink a couple times before clearing my throat and stepping inside. “Sorry, I zoned out for a second.”

“Does that happen often? I have some experience with Agents from The Society and I’ve found their medical history to be singular amongst humans-”

“I’m not human.” Not fully.

Carlisle gives me a pitiful smile as he guides me to the living room. “Yes, of course.”

“Maybe she prefers the term witch, Carlisle.” Edward is sitting on the couch with Bella, half hiding her from me.

Jesus, what an absolute dick.

“Edwina,” I say nodding at him. “Lovely to see you again.”

I’m not completely socially unaware. I know they’re just as tense as I am, but what I don’t know is why. Yes, I’m in league with The Society. Yes, I could kill all of them without breaking a sweat. (Or at least most of them. The big one standing by the fireplace and the other blond man by the stairs might pose an issue). I’m a threat, but they’re the bigger threat. They’re the ones who’ve endangered my sister and now have an army coming for them. Why are they worried about me more than that?

Beside me, Carlisle sighs. “Forgive Edward. We’ve all been a little on edge recently.”

“Because of Seattle? How much do you know?” And does it match what I know?

“We know there have been several killings that the humans have attributed to a serial killer. In reality, it’s newborns. An army of them.”

“Do you know what they want?” My gaze drifts over to Bella. She’s staring at me with a look of frustration, the space between her brows creasing from the intensity of her frown.

Carlisle nods. “We have reason to believe they’re being sent after Bella.”

“What are the reasons?”

“Why do you care?” A petite girl with a pixie cut pipes up from where she stands behind the couch. “This isn’t the first time Bella’s been in trouble. You didn’t show up in Phoenix or Italy. Why now?”

Burning anger flares in my chest and I can feel my blood boiling. “What? What the fuck do you mean why now?” My head snaps back over to Carlisle. “This isn’t the first time something like this has happened?”

“Why do you care now,” the small girl repeats.

“You,” I point a finger at her, “don’t get to ask the questions here. None of you do. It’s best if you act like good little girls and boys and follow your leader.”

That’s how these things go whether they like it or not. I ask the questions, I get the answers, I dispense justice as The Society sees fit. I don’t answer they’re stupid little questions. I don’t play their games. They play by my rules and that’s that.

Almost as if by magic, the Cullen family settles into a sense of calm. I feel none of that calm, but I appreciate whatever has helped take the edge off. I might not like them, but I don’t necessarily want to fight. They haven’t broken any laws except for one. Arguably the biggest one.

Carlisle brings a chair from the kitchen and offers it to me. “Alice is protective of Bella. We all are. Please, have a seat and we’ll answer all your questions. Though, we do have a few of our own if you wouldn’t mind.”

I do mind. I mind quite a lot actually. But as long as the rest of them keep quiet I think I can manage a civil conversation with Carlisle.

Bella chews on her bottom lip, tapping her foot against the floor. She’s dying to speak.

“Go ahead,” I tell her. “Spit it out.”

“What’s The Society?”

“The organization I work for. I’m an Agent there.”

The blond boy by the stairs smirks and steps towards me with his arms crossed over his chest. He’s handsome in a rough, “I could kill you and you’d thank me for it” sort of way. Scars are littered across his skin, catching in the light of the living room as he approaches me. I tilt my head to the side while taking him in.

Handsome.

But not my type.

Felix’s face appears in my mind’s eye and I stamp down a blush.

“You work for The Society?” The blond boy looks me over. “Back in my day they only took the strongest men they could find.”

“That was a long time ago,” I say. “They started recruiting women when they found we could handle the blood magic better. Turns out, the Norse had it right after all. Magic is the woman’s realm.”

Bella sighs. “Okay, but what is The Society.”

“Vampire hunters,” the blond boy says without looking away from me.

I roll my eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself…”

“Jasper Whitlock.” He pauses before tilting his head and saying, “ma’am.”

I hum thoughtfully. “Jasper Whitlock? I’ve seen your file. You have quite the history, don’t you.”

“I try to keep it under wraps these days.”

“Then I guess you’ll be happy to know The Society isn’t keeping tabs on you anymore, Jasper.”

And he does look happy when I tell him. Surprised, sure, but also happy. I get the sense he’s looking for redemption of some sort, and with his history, it makes sense. He must still be trying to prove himself worthy.

I look back at my sister. “I’m not a vampire hunter. The Society takes care of all supernatural creatures. Vampires just happen to make the most noise.”

“Or you watch vampires more closely,” Jasper butts in.

“Well maybe vampires should stop blabbing to humans and drawing attention to themselves.”

“Wait,” Bella says. “Isn’t that what the Volturi are for?”

“The Volturi can be inefficient at times. Also, how do you know about the Volturi?” I think back to Felix’s words from earlier. About how Bella being my sister complicates things. “Okay, I’m going to list off the things I know and the rest of you will fill me in. One, there’s a newborn army in Seattle that has my sister’s scent and is coming for her. Two, the little one mentioned you being in trouble in Italy. Three, the Volturi live in Italy.”

Four, the Volturi are in Seattle.

But I keep that one to myself.

It’s a surprise item that can be used later.

Carlisle sits on the piano bench, taking the hand of a very pretty woman with caramel colored hair. “We believe the newborns were created by a woman named Victoria. During Bella’s first few months here in Forks, she attracted the attention of a tracker named James, and we ended up having to kill him to keep her safe. What we didn’t know at the time was that Victoria was his mate. She swore revenge and this is that revenge.”

I feel my head spin as I slowly piece different stories from the last few months together. “So, when Mom and Dad told me you fell through a window in Phoenix… that was this James and Victoria?”

Bella nods. “Yeah… question for a question?”

I think about it for a second. “Yeah. Okay. What do you wanna know?”

“Where have you been?”

“Charleston mostly, but The Society sends me all over the world. Wherever I’m needed. Why were you in Italy?”

The silence stretches from seconds into minutes. No one answers me, so I take that as an answer in and of itself. “The Volturi found out about you, didn’t they?”

Jasper answers me in a gravelly voice. “They did.”

“They expect her to undergo the change.”

“They do.”

The Society will expect the same if I tell them about Bella. I could lie after all. I could tell them about Victoria’s grudge against the Cullen family and conveniently leave out my baby sister’s involvement.

Bella looks me up and down. “You mentioned… blood magic? What… what are you?”    

“I’m…” Hmm, that’s a good question. I sigh and scratch my head. “I don’t fully know, to be honest. I’m human but I’m not fully human. When The Society chooses you they strip you of everything that makes you, well, you. They call it the Rebuilding.”

“What’s happens when they’re rebuilding you?”

It’s my turn to ask questions, but whatever. “We die. They bring us back with blood magic and infuse us with said magic. It protects us from all manner of supernatural abilities and puts us physically on par with the monsters we’re meant to hunt.”

Bella shakes her head. “None of the Cullens’ are monsters! They’re good people!”

I meet Edward’s thunderous expression with one of my own. “That’s subjective.”

“But it’s not!” Bella springs up from the couch, shocking almost everyone in the room, like they’ve never seen her this passionate before. Like they’ve never seen one of her tantrums that used to have me hiding in my room. “They’re not monsters!”

I must’ve stumbled on a touchy subject. “Of course you think that. Stockholm syndrome is a funny thing.”

“God, what is it with all of you treating me like I’m a child?!”

“You are a child, Bella.”

“Am I? Funny how I’m a child now when it’s convenient for your argument, but I wasn’t a child when you ditched me and mom.”

I scoff. “I ditched you and mom? You’re the one who threw a fit every single time we went to see dad and made him start coming to us. How do you think it made him feel that Forks was never good enough for you until it was convenient for you to come back? Mom has her new caretaker now, right? She doesn’t need you anymore. She doesn’t need either of us. You’re just like her. Flighty and demanding as fuck.”

“You’re such a bitch! I wish you never came back!” She stomps up the stairs, Edward and the petite girl going after her.

I excuse myself and step on the porch. My phone buzzes immediately.

Having fun, darling?

I stab at the phone with my pointer finger over and over until the message disappears. I really don't know how Felix managed to get my phone number, but I don't have time to take care of it right now. I'll handle it when I go back to Seattle tonight. Preferably by breaking off each and every one of his fingers.

"Roseanna?" Jasper approaches me carefully, but I can see the curiosity in his golden eyes. None of the Cullens scare me, but there's something wild in Jasper that I recognize. "I'm sure Bella didn't mean what she said. It was just shock."

"Was it though?"

He gives me a wry grin. "Mostly."

"Oh, well in that case I guess I should go back in there and play happy family with all of you, huh?" I laugh in disbelief. "No, Jasper. She meant what she said and I meant what I said. We're on opposite sides here, but she's lost her mind if she thinks I'll sit back and watch her destroy herself."

"So what will you do?"

"First we get rid of the newborns. After that... I'll play it by ear after that."

He crosses his arms over his chest and tilts his head to the side. "The Society won't be happy when you tell them about Bella. They might even consider you compromised."

"Who says I'll tell them anything about Bella?"

"You can hide your thoughts from Edward, you can keep your future from Alice, but The Society will see all of it. You know that."

I sigh. "One problem at a time, okay? I've got the newborns to deal with, Bella's suicide mission, and-" I cut myself off abruptly. Something tells me not to mention Felix to any of the Cullens.

"And?"

"And a massive fucking migraine."

Jasper doesn't believe me. It's obvious. Luckily for me, I don't care if he believes me or not. I push off the porch railing and walk closer to him. He's shorter than Felix and not as muscular, but power still rolls off him in waves.

"Your girlfriend is watching," I say, leaning in to whisper in his ear. "Do they ever leave you alone?"

His mouth doesn't move, but I don't need to hear the answer to know I'm right.

"It's sad," I tell him.

"It's for the best. Otherwise you wouldn't be walking away from this conversation alive."

"Do I smell that good?"

He looks down at me, eyes going black. "Yes."

My phone goes off in my back pocket and Jasper's eyes flicker down, following the sound.

"Does he ever leave you alone?"

I scoff. "If he ever did I'd be worried he's dead."

"Can't have that, can we?"

"No," I say with a smile. "Especially because I'm the only one allowed to kill him."

Jasper is about to smile back when his head snaps to the left. He stares off into the woods. “Do you feel that?”

“There’s someone there.” I know it’s Felix, but I won’t tell Jasper that. “Probably a scout sent by Victoria. I’ll handle it.”

“I’ll come with you.”

“No,” I tell him quickly. “The rest of you should stay here with Bella in case there are more hiding. Strength in numbers.”

Jasper doesn’t like my answer, but heads back in the house. I take off and jog into the woods. Felix is everywhere, but nowhere. I can’t pinpoint him but I can taste his anger in the air. I feel like he’s chasing me as I run deeper into the woods, corralling me to a specific spot. Fear spikes in my chest. I’m not used to feeling like prey. I feel helpless. Mindless.

I should have never came back.

           The thought echoes around and around in my head while I run. My breathing comes in ragged short pants that only bounce off the trees around me. I still can’t see him anymore but I know he’s there. The hairs on the back of my neck stand straight in fear, rain pelting down and soaking me to the core. He’s still there. Still hunting.

           I should have stayed in Charleston and ignored Dad’s plea to come back to Forks. The hell with The Society and their missions too. Maybe then I wouldn’t be running for my life through a once familiar but now forgotten forest, death hot on my heels.

           “Fuck,” I scream. My clumsy feet finally stumble over a tree root and I topple to the ground, my knees scraped and bleeding from impact. My blood turns cold as I realize I won’t be getting up any time soon. My ankle snapped during the fall.

           Fuck.

           No.

           Get up, get up, get up.

           But it’s useless.

           His eyes, those terrifying red eyes, peer at me in amusement when he takes in my splayed body on the ground. My chest heaves with each laborious breath. He smiles. Reaches out a hand. I scoot backwards, palms bruised and cracked against the rough forest floor. I watch his smile grow ever larger, more predatory.  

           “Hello, darling.”

           “Asshole,” I mutter to myself.

           “You didn’t answer my text.”

           “I was busy.”

           Something I can’t quite name flashes in Felix’s eyes. “Would you have let him touch you if he wanted to?”

           He’s talking about Jasper, I know he is.

           He saw us.

           “Did you follow me from Seattle?” I peer up at him, blinking to keep the rain out of my eyes.

           Felix kneels down beside me and takes my hands in his own, pointedly ignoring me. His fingers brush over my scraped palms. Blood smears over my skin as well as his.

           “You should be more careful,” he tells me as he stands. “I don’t like to share what’s mine.”

           “What’s yours?”

           “You. My prey. My plaything. Stay away from him or else I’ll make you.”

           Before I can answer, he’s gone and I’m forced to get up on my own and limp back to the house. At least it will lend credence to my newborn story if I’m injured. There’s no possible way for them to figure out what actually happened.

           As the house gets closer, Jasper comes out to meet me. He offers his arm, but I reject it, Felix’s words echoing around in my head. I don’t like the Cullen family. It’s hard to like something I’m genetically modified to hate. But I’ll be damned if anything happens to them because I’ve got a psycho stalker.

           “Well?” Jasper prompts me.

           “It’s taken care of.”

           “Good.”

           I’m suddenly bone tired, all my fight and fire draining out of me with a heavy sigh. Rain continues to drench me while I stand in the driveway. “I’m done for the day, I think. I need to rest and give my ankle a few hours to heal.”

           Jasper nods. “Agents heal quickly, right?”

           “Yeah. Freaky quick. Call it a consolation prize for all the other shit we have to deal with.” I give a halfhearted smile. “I know Bella’s still pissed at me, so make sure she gets home safe.”

           “Always do.” He shoves a hand in his pocket before hesitating, a grimace marring his features. After another second of debate he pulls his hand out of his pocket and shoves a piece of paper in my hand. “My number. We’re working with the Quileute shifters in La Push to take on the newborns and we need all the bodies we can get. Having you would come in handy.”

           “Careful, Whitlock. That almost sounds like a compliment.” I add his number to my phone quickly, knowing I’ll pass out from pure emotional exhaustion the second I get to my hotel room. “I’ll get in touch tomorrow to talk strategy.”

           “Don’t die before the fight.”

           I chuckle, turning and walking to my car. “No promises.”

           My drive to Seattle passes in a blur. I know I go through more than a few red lights on my way back, but I can’t find it in me to care. All I can think about is the bottle of red wine in the mini bar of my room and the bathtub.

           No sooner than I’m settled in bed wrapped up in a fluffy complimentary robe do I feel him. He’s just on the other side of the door. I know he’ll have no problem breaking the lock, but my wards will hold and keep him out. In the mean time I should probably text Jasper to find out more about the shifters he mentioned. The Society doesn’t have anything on the Quileute. I would’ve noticed if they did.

           Seconds later, just as predicted, Felix swings the door open. There’s a look of triumph on his face when he sees me on the bed. As if he’s proud of me for being alone.

           I take a deep breath.

"I don't have time for you right now."

Felix isn't the slightest bit deterred by my anger. He actually seems amused by it. The corners of his lips curl in a vicious grin as he steps over the threshold of my hotel room. He looks down at his feet, back up at me, and his smile grows.

"It appears your wards failed, darling. I think we both know what that means."

No. He's wrong. My wards don't fail. They never fail. The only way they wouldn't work would be if I didn't actually want to keep him out...

"You're attracted to me," Felix states simply. "Just admit it and the rest of this will be much simpler."

"You're insane." I hate how shaky I sound, so I clear my throat. "You're the last thing I would be attracted to."

"Hmm, you're lying to me, Roseanna. I don't like being lied to."

I grip my phone, Jasper's name and an empty text still pulled up on the screen. If I move my finger just a little-

"Don't," Felix commands. "I allowed you to take his number, but you'll never get to use it. I could've ripped his head off when he touched you, but I didn't."

"Why?"

"To teach you a lesson, my poison ivy. You're mine and mine alone. Any other man who touches, speaks to you, looks at you will do so only because I allow it. Remember that."

He's been slowly stalking toward me the entire time, cornering me just like the first time we met. I shiver when he reaches out and brushes the hair away from my neck. His touch sends shockwaves through my body.

"You want me, Roseanna. I can smell it on you. You're dripping wet and it's all for a monster. I'm starting to think the fear and the hate turns you on more than anything else."

He's... right. Fuck, he's right.

I let him wrap his arms around me and pull me into his body. He's a solid wall of muscle that could kill me in the blink of an eye, but I enjoy the feel of him against me.

Felix presses his lips to my throat in a soft kiss. "I'm going to keep my promise from earlier. I won't fuck you until you're on your knees begging for it."

"That'll never happen." I can't speak louder than a whisper.

I feel him smile against my skin. "Another lie. I should bend you over my knee for that."

I'm in trouble.

[crimsonmoonlite]

Loser. - Jacob Black X Mike Newton X Edward Cullen - 18+ MPreg -

February 5th, 2006 12:05 AM Mike wasn't asleep as he was still wide awake and thinking about what Alice told him, 'You can conceive with any supernatural creature,' she said when he finally got it through his head that she said he would be able to conceive with Jacob. He wasn't mad... he was fuming at his dumb-ass mate; the wolf knocked on his window to let him in.

"Hey, Mikey... do you still have your earphones in?" Jacob asked as he didn't notice Mike crossing his arms, annoyed, climbing into bed next to him and curling him into his arms. "Girls are so confusing..." Jacob muttered, "I excepted that Bella and Edward are together, but Charlie still likes to have me over for dinner. She kicked me out..."

"Yeah... girls are SO confusing," Mike snapped, and Jacob raised his eyebrow; Mike snatched his body back into his possession and turned his back to Jacob.

"Okay... what crawled up your ass," Jacob said, and Mike scoffed.

"I. Am. Fine..."

"Oh, sorry, excuse me," Jacob snapped back, and Mike glared back at him, "I forgot, you are a chick with a dick," Jacob said, and that's when Mike used all of the strength in his body to punch Jacob in the face.

"Holy fucking shit!" Mike screamed. He heard the bones in his hand breaking.

———- 9:20 AM "It's fine, Dad... I didn't break anything; My friend is going to keep me company," Mike mumbled to his parents as he had to call them to tell them he was in the hospital. He had to lie and say that he fell while practicing for the next week's cross-country meet.

"You're in cross country?" Jacob scoffed as he helped Mike get into his spare clothes, Carlisle fixed him up, but they were sneaking out because he was Jacob's mate. He would heal faster than a normal human. Mike wouldn't heal as fast as a wolf, but his healing time would be cut in half.

"Yes... I will open Newton's," Mike muttered, and Jacob raised an eyebrow.

"You need to rest," Jacob told him.

"Bye, Dad," Mike said, and Jake glared at him, "Go to hell, Jake," Mike mumbled, and Jacob rolled his eyes.

"Now two people who broke their hands on your face, maybe you should rethink how you deal with things, Mr. Jacob," Carlisle said, and Jacob growled in his throat as Mike was being more difficult than ever.

"Will you please slow down? You'll fall and hurt yourself again with all the pain pills you are on." Jake told him, grabbing his waist as they left the hospital. Mike waved him away and stamped into the crowded parking garage and the stairwell; Jake pinned him against the brick wall as they were alone here.

"You are such a jerk! You made me be your mate, but you are still flirting and kissing Bella," Mike accused as his eyes were glassy.

"It's not like that... I didn't make you be my mate; the earth did that for us," Jake leaned down and rested his forehead on mikes. "I am sorry... I like both of you, but I am more instinctually drawn to you,"

"Oh yeah, I am so relieved that the earth attracts me to you, so you don't have to worry about my ugly face," Mike put words in his mouth. "Maybe I will take the Cullens up on their offer."

"Huh? What the fuck did they ask you?"

"They told me they would pay me 50 million to procreate with Emmett or Jasper... hell, maybe I can be adopted by then and be a baby factory for them. Better than being led on by a stinky hotheaded werewolf." Mike snapped.

"No!"

"No?"

"I forbid it!" Jacob said, and the two of them glared into each other's eyes. The energy was rushing throughout them, the scent of Jacob's musk and Mike's slick combined, and it couldn't have come at a more convenient time. Mike stood on his tippy toes and kissed Jacob; the wolf fit his hand under Mike's shirt and arched the boy's back. The two then rushed up the stairs and ran to the rabbit. Jake pulled up the front seat, and they climbed in; Jake put on the window blocker; the rest of the windows were tinted enough not to see in them.

Jake was careful with his mate's broken hand but pinned the other above Mike's head. "You sure?"

"Just fuck me before I throw myself at Carlisle," Mike said, and Jake aggressively kissed him again.

Jacob had Mike naked before he even had his shirt off, enjoying him being so vulnerable and having so much power. Mike bared his neck, showing what little trust Newton had for him. Jake licked and sucked Mike's sensitive thin skin leaving a hickey. Jake reached down and slipped a finger inside of Mike, "fuck you're tight," Jacob bit his lip as Mike whimpered and hugged his arms around Jacob for support. Mike whined as Jacob pulled off, but he gasped when he felt lips on his asshole.

"Jake," Mike panted as he clenched his hand in the seat below him. The backseat was so cramped that it would be more uncomfortable to receive head from Mike... he also couldn't bother with it as he wanted to jump to busting Mike's cherry. He instinctively tightened his thigh at Jake's head, but the wolf easily kept his legs spread and continued to eat him out. Jake reached up and fit his fingers in Mike's mouth for him to suck on.

Jacob pulled off his shirt and down his pants, crawling up and kissing his lips. Mike felt Jacob slipping a third finger inside him as he grunted lustfully. "A-Are you going to take my virginity and leave me for Bella?" Mike asked as he returned to reality, the wolf shook his head swiftly, but he knew he could be lying. He didn't care... he was an 18-year-old virgin and wanted that to end now.

———- 9:02 PM Mike had opened up Olympic Outfitters, but it was dead, and only several people came in. The first time was uncomfortable and awkward but good... Mike had no idea why he made such a big deal about it. He got a few winks in but not much... he was catastrophizing what happened. He just had sex with a guy out of wedlock, and his father would have him stoned if he ever found out. He was tired of tearing himself down for what he liked and being in the closet.

He had parked his suburban outside Eric's house by the time he got out and was halfway down the path before Eric answered the door.

"Mikey! What's up buddy... is that a cast?" Eric asked and then raised an eyebrow as Mike stopped and covered his face, realizing he was crying when he heard him gasping for breath. "Bud," Eric rushed to his side and wiped the tears from his face, wrapping him into a hug. "Come on inside and tell me what's going on," Eric said, helping him inside.

Eric's parents were away for the weekend, so they had the house themselves without the Yorkies being nosey.

"Buddy... I-I am not who you think I am," Mike wiped his eyes, sniffling with Eric grabbing a tissue, and helping him out. "I am a fraud," he sniffled and blew his nose while Eric held him.

"What are you talking about, Mikey? You are my best friend. You are not a fraud?" Eric was so confused.

"Yes, I am..." Mike wiped his eyes, "I... I-I am not straight,"

"You... think I don't know that?" Eric asked, and Mike widened his eyes as he sat up and looked at his best friend. "I mean... I don't know how exactly you identify... but you were obsessed with Tyler throughout middle school... not to mention your Emmett Cullen phase,"

"You don't hate me?" Mike asked

"Huh? Of course not. I love you like a brother," Eric said, smiling when Mike did, scoffing when Mike knocked the air out of him as he tackled him into a hug. "I have been waiting for you to realize it... I thought you would never figure it out," He sighed and hugged him back, resting his head on Mike's shoulder. "What made you tell me? Why are you so upset,"

"I... I want to come out at the dance," Mike said.

"Do you have a date for the dance?"

"No... I mean, I was asked, but I don't want to go with him... he also asked Bella before me,"

"Did you hit him?"

"Yeah, In the hospital parking garage," Mike scratched his head.

"I was talking about your broken hand..." Eric chuckled, "My man... you lost your virginity?" Eric held up his hand, and Mike gave him a high five.

"It just happened... He called me a chick with a dick, he took me to the hospital, we were fighting, and the next thing I knew, we were in the back of the Rabbit,"

"Rabbit?"

"His car,"

"Oh... well, do you like him, or is it just a friends-with-benefits thing?"

"I really like him, but he doesn't like me the same way... he told me that he likes me and Bella, but apparently 'the earth draws him to me' more? I don't know. He is confusing." Mike said, twiddling his thumbs, unaware of Jacob listening a couple of feet away in the forest.

"Okay... well, do you want me to help you find a date?" Eric asked, and Mike shook his head. He was a little afraid that Mike was eluding to wanting him to take him, but luckily, both friends were on the same page with each other.

"No..." Mike said nervously but looked up at his friend, "I... want your help coming out. I have a plan on rigging votes for Winter Formal King,"

"So you will come out when they ask you to speak with the queen?" Eric asked.

"I kind of want you to come up and kiss me," Mike said and then saw the face on Eric, "I don't like you like that... but I want you to be a part of it. You know how I like to make a big scene... If I ask Jake to go, he will probably drool over Bella,"

"Okay,"

"Okay?" Mike smiled.

"Okay, goofball, if it means that much to you, then I can't say no," Eric said, and the two giggled and roughhoused around.

Jake was a little worried about if Mike was thinking this through. The boy told him how conservative and evil his parents were... they would probably disown him after the dance. To Mike, words meant nothing. Actions did... he would have to step up to prove himself to his mate. Please Vote, Comment, Add to your lists, and share this story with a friend:).

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Vampires Will Never Hurt You (Harry Styles)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

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That night, I dreamt of him. That was the first night I dreamt of Edward Cullen.

Kidding. But I did dream of someone.

It was 1877. I was in Massachusetts, living on a quaint plot of land with a nice house with my family. Long before I had met Donna, and I was sitting by my favorite tree reading some random book about a fairy tale. wearing a very elaborate, very uncomfortable dress.

"Pardon me ma'am, but do you know how to get to Boston from here?"

I looked up from my book to see a tall, handsome young man with curly blonde and brown eyes hopping off of his carriage (there was a good 10 years until the first car was invented) and taking a few steps toward me before slowing.

"You're a long while away from Boston, how'd you stray so far?" I stood up from the grass to match his stance.

"I must admit, I'm not from around here. I'm from New York, but I've come here for college. I'm looking to meet a friend in Boston first, then I'm off to Harvard," he took off his tan hat and shook out his hair.

"Well, you've got quite the journey ahead. It's a couple of hours from here. Gosh, it's getting dark already. Would you like to stay the night?" I asked him hopefully.

"Oh, well, I wouldn't want to be a burden," I could see a small blush forming on his cheeks.

"Nonsense! We have plenty of spare rooms, my family and I. It would be my pleasure; I wouldn't want you to be in danger. It gets quite dark around here at night," I reasoned with him pulling my best damsel smile.

"If you insist," he hopped back on his carriage to take his horses to the stable.

"Say, what did you say your name was?" I asked him innocently.

"Thomas Fletcher. Pleased to make your acquaintance, ma'am," he said politely.

"The pleasure is all mine, I assure you. I am Faith Callahan," I politely curtsied.

"Thank you dearly for having me, Faye," he smiled at me.

Faye. I think I like that.

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I woke up gradually after that. Not the shooting straight up kind or the eyes suddenly bursting open kind of wake. Just the soft and gradual type, where you realize you're awake and your eyes slowly open.

Out of all my loves over the years, Thomas meant something special to me. He was the first to call me Faye, and I've stuck with it for over a century now. I think it suits me rather well.

Thomas wasn't the first, and certainly wasn't the last, but he inspired me to pick witchcraft back up after I had quit for a few decades. If it wasn't for him, I definitely wouldn't be where I am now.

Although I'd come to terms with his fate, it still hurt to remember him sometimes. It hurt to remember any of them. I had a habit of getting attached to people I know I'll never be able to keep around. You'd think I'd have learned my lesson by now, but no, I keep falling for people pathetically and mourning them when they die, like I never thought it would end.

One of the downsides of being immortal, I guess, is you can't get attached too easily.

I decided to get up for a while once I gathered my thoughts. I quietly walked to the bay window, passing the bedrooms holding Donna in the left room, and Charlie in the right room, which was the spare bedroom. He decided to sleep over and stay at Donna and I's while I went to my interview so he wouldn't have to keep going back and forth between his house and ours.

I sat down next to Jorge and leaned my back against the wall next to the window. I stared at him as he stared back at me. Does this bird ever sleep? Then again, maybe vampires don't sleep. If I'm being honest, I didn't read the fine print. I just saw bloodsucker and immortal together and went with it. I really have to stop being so impulsive.

Eh, I'll start tomorrow. I then quickly decided to get up and make some tea. I went with unsweetened green tea, although it tasted like absolute shit, Donna said it was healthy, or whatever, and I just let her do her thing. While in the kitchen I decided to quickly prick my finger to get Jorge a little drink as well.

I let it drip into a sauce dish that I couldn't remember ever buying and took it back to the window along with my mug.

I slipped the sauce dish into the cage and he eagerly hopped of his little platform to drink from it. I should invest in stealing blood bags sometimes if I want to keep my blood in my body.

I picked up my phone as I took a sip of my ass-tasting tea and scrolled through twitter. I saw a tweet from Harry Styles, and to my complete astonishment, the tweet read, got attacked by a bird today. Some random girl with green hair saved my life. Wherever you are, bird girl, thanks.

My eyes widened and I swear my heart skipped a beat.

He wasn't supposed to remember that.

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"Bye, Faye. Bye, Donna. If you two crash my car I swear I'll rip your hearts out and feed them to Jorge," Charlie spoke to us over the daily newspaper and a mug of coffee. Donna just giggled.

"Bye Charlie," I said and lightly pushed Donna out the door so I could lock it behind us.

"Am I driving?" She asked me. She was the better option if we wanted to not crash the car but that wouldn't stop me.

"No, I want to drive," I said and Donna tossed me the keys.

She half scoffed, half chuckled, "do you even know how to drive? I don't think I've ever seen you drive for however long we've known each other."

"Of course I know how to drive, I just don't do it often. The last time I owned a car was the 70's, but Jesse crashed it," I laughed without thinking, then I remembered what I just said.

"Jesse," she spoke plainly. It was a sensitive subject for me. All of my past flings were, but Jesse hurt the most. Everyone knew not to mention them. "You know, I don't think I ever met him."

"Really? Hmm. That's a shame. That was the year that you spent with Eleanor and Leonard finding recruits, right?" I thought back to the polaroids I had of me and he stashed under my bed. "Strange, I only have a few pictures with him.”

"That is strange. Didn't he buy you a polaroid camera for your birthday?" She nearly caught onto me.

"No, that was Leonard, in '77."

"Right," I'm really glad she left it there.

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"So, what do you think is your greatest strength?" Florence, the employee interviewing me asked me as we sat in a back room.

"I'd say my ability to move along after accidents happen. I'm not one to dwell on the past, and instead of focusing on mistakes, I like to focus on what I can do to fix them," It was half true. I could move along from things. I didn't have a choice, but I definitely was a dweller.

"Alright, thank you for coming. If you could write down your name and email or phone number on this sheet here, and we'll contact you if we decide to hire you.

"Thank you so much, Florence, was it?" I asked.

"Yeah, but you can call me Florrie."

I nodded and was on my way out to the main area.

As soon as I opened the door, I collided with someone much taller than me. The contents of my purse fell onto the floor along with my body, and I looked up to see Harry Styles. Again.

"Oh, I'm so sorry miss," he started to pick up the items that fell out of my purse. I happened to look down at my body to see my special dagger in my pocket. Right that moment, a sinister thought popped into my head.

I grabbed his arm, tracing the sigil onto his wrist, pricking him quickly, and whispering the incantation.

As soon as Harry got that look on his face that I had seen on Jorge earlier, I released his arm. Is it weird for him to be able to make the same expression as a bird? You'd think birds only really have one face, but as it turns out, they have other ones. Such as this one.  After a second or two of him staring blankly, he seemed to come back again. "What just happened?" He asked.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there, I didn't mean to bump into you, I swear," I played it off like I didn't just do something potentially really really evil.

"Right, yeah, hey wait. Are you the bird girl? From yesterday?" He asked through a smile.

"Yeah, that's me, are you okay? That bird really did a number on you, huh?" I grinned, referring to the several scratched on the sides of his face and forehead.

"I'm alright, thank you for that, is that bird yours?" He stood us both up once we finished scooping my purse guts back into the purse.

"Yeah, that's Jorge. Sorry about the scratches, he's a little aggressive," I chuckled nervously.

"Right, so what's your name, bird girl?" He then leaned against the wall while conversing with me.

"Faye Callahan," I stuck my hand out for him to shake. He did so, firmly.

"Hey, did you grab my arm and say something earlier?" He asked with a growing curiosity.

My eyes widened a little bid. I snapped my fingers in front of his face. "I didn't grab your arm. You bumped into me and recognized me from yesterday, I told you my name. Go home."

He furrowed his brows for a moment before saying, "You didn't grab my arm. You bumped into me and I recognized you from yesterday. You told me you're Faye Callahan. I'm going home."

"Bye! It was nice to meet you again," I smiled and gently pushed him out the door.

"Nice to meet you again, Faye." He walked away and I was certain this time the enchantment worked correctly.

As soon as he walked off, Donna practically sprinted towards me. "Was that Harry freaking Styles?" She was a bit of a fangirl.

"Yeah, he got attacked by Jorge yesterday, I wanted to apologize to him."

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(Harry’s POV)

I walked into the flat I currently rented with Louis, to see him making dinner. Less of a flat, more of a penthouse, but what's it really matter anyway?

"Mate, what took you so long?" He asked me, referring to how I hadn't been home since I left for IHOP that morning.

I was still feeling a little dizzy. That girl Faye was strange. Especially with how she just told me to forget how she grabbed my arm and whispered something weird. Did she really think that would work?

"Sorry, I ran into some fans and I spent some time with them today," I lied to him as I sat down on a stool next to the kitchen island.

"Aw, mate, you should have told me, I would have joined you guys today," he took out an almost comically large knife and started cutting a bell pepper, and I could practically see what was coming.

Just as I expected, he pricked his finger rather badly and started bleeding. "Ah, fuck. Harry, could you get me a bandage from the medicine cabinet?" He tilted his head towards the bathroom where we kept the bandages.

But for some reason, I couldn't take my eyes off the red liquid pooling in his palm. The delicious, warm, salty liquid.

What the fuck?

"Harry? Bandage?" Louis asked again. I still couldn't take my eyes off his hand. "Fuck's sake, I'll get it."

Just then, faster than I had ever moved in my life, I moved from off the stool to right next to him and gripped his finger tightly. I stared at it for a while until I felt the strength to look up at him, where a look of absolute horror resided on his face.

"I'm sorry," I muttered before grabbing my phone and sprinting out the door, not even bothering to close it.

I knew then who was at fault here.

After a few minutes of vigorous googling, I got a phone number.

Once the person on the other end picked up, I said, "Faye whatever your middle name is Callahan, did you turn me into a fucking vampire?"

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