#Esme x freedom

[dreamsandscenes]

My Thoughts on

ESME SHELBY

*spoilers ahead for S1 - S6 of Peaky Blinders*

Ah Esme, how I wish I’d seen more of you. When compared with the other Shelby wives (Linda, Grace, Lizzie), I don’t think Esme was really used as much within the story. She was left more in the background for some reason.

When we first see Esme, she’s being married off to John, apparently because she was a “bit wild”. I love the scene at the wedding when John and Esme first see each other. You can see the pleasant surprise on both of their faces, and this is the beginning of their mutual attraction, because as we see throughout their time together, they really fancied each other.

Was the marriage the right thing for Esme? No. I don’t really think so. Through the marriage, John gains a wife and a new mother for his four children who have been running wild since their birth mother died, an alliance with the Lee family (which Tommy wanted), and if I remember correctly, a car from Esme’s father.

What did Esme gain from the marriage? Well, I suppose we could say that she gains the security of a husband (which was an important thing in that time), albeit John is also quite wild, cheats on her, and is a criminal. She loses her freedom, which was clearly what her family wanted because they didn’t agree with her actions. In that time, going “a bit wild” is probably very tame compared to what people do nowadays. She also gained four young children, that she was now in charge of raising, along with the rest of the Shelby family as her new relatives. I’d never say that she didn’t love her stepchildren - she clearly did, and she took them with her when she left in S4 - but it’s a lot to suddenly become a stepmother to four young children.

The interactions we see between Esme and the Shelby clan (from what I remember) are never overly positive. Sure, she could get along with them decently enough when needed, but she didn’t seem close to anyone.

Her interactions with Polly range from Polly holding a knife to her neck in season 2, to them seemingly getting along well enough to work together - and strike together - in season 3. We don’t see what their relationship was like in the years between S3 and S4, but they clearly never got any closer, as Polly didn’t seem devastated when Esme left after John’s death.

Another Shelby that she shared a few scenes with was Tommy, and I think it would be generous to say that she disliked him. In S2, she seemed to respect him, and spoke at the family meeting about not wanting them to start expanding the business into London. Her reasons were understandable; she was afraid for her husband’s safety and she knew how dangerous London would be. And yet, everybody just brushed her off like she was an idiot.

All she wanted was for her family to go on the road or live in the country and be safe. She tried to convince Tommy that it was the best course of action, and in return, he grabs her face and tells her that if she talks about it again, he’ll cut her from the family. It’s overly harsh and personally, I wanted Esme to slap him when he did that, but of course she didn’t, so oh well. 🤷‍♀️

It seems like she properly hated him after the end of S3, when he almost got John killed. As we see, Esme is always loyal to John and anyone who crosses him, crosses her. She’s protective of the ones she loves, so it isn’t a shocker that she hates Tommy for mistreating him. She even charges at Tommy in the morgue after John’s death, grief riddled and furious.

I can’t remember much about Esme’s appearances in S6, probably because I did not like that season, so I’m not going to speak much on that time or her scenes with Tommy. She doesn’t really have a relationship with Arthur or Ada, so I can’t really say much about them either.

Her relationship with John did seem to become genuine, despite it starting off as an arranged marriage. I’ve seen some people say that John and Esme never loved each other because they didn’t choose each other and they were basically forced to marry each other, but I would say that from what I saw, I do think Esme loved him. (I’ll talk about John’s side of things if I make a post about him). She tried to keep him safe, despite his lifestyle, and when he died, I feel like no one can say that she wasn’t devastated by the loss. That scene right after John is shot dead outside their house where she runs out and lays her head on his shows how heartbroken she was.

Ironically, after wanting to escape to the country for a while because she believed it would be safer and better for her family, their country house is where John dies in S4. I don’t think that she would’ve ever found peace or safety as long as she was married to John and connected to the Shelby’s. She only managed to get the life she wanted for herself and her family after John’s death.

Esme was a strong woman for making that decision to leave the Shelby family. Perhaps it would’ve been easier for her to stay within their circle as John’s widow, but staying would’ve meant being around the family and Esme clearly didn’t want any of them around her children. So, she packed up all six of her kids - not that we ever get an official number or even the names of their kids, but I’m pretty sure that they had six altogether - and went away.

While the loss of her husband was awful, in the end, I’m happy that Esme finally got to make her own decisions about her life, and get her freedom back. When we last saw her in S6, she was on the road with some of her kin, living freely, and I would say that out of all the characters, she probably got one of the best endings.

[writermuses]

@midnightsaboteur

[kiiwiigii]

Table Sex

Emmett x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Emmett make the most of your alone time... unfortunately for Esme's table.

Warnings:

NSFW 18+

Smut

Cuteness

Word Count: 1.7k+

Requested?: For Kinktober!

Playful and happy table sex with Emmet like it'd be so sweet but also definitely result in a broke table 🤣

A/N: That poor, poor table.

I gave a small shriek as I did my best to out maneuver Emmett, which considering how big and burly he was, wasn't all that hard. However, he did have the advantage of speed, which I sorely lacked. I was only human after all. It wasn't long before I felt his giant hands catch me around the middle, swinging me around in a backwards bear hug.

"Okay! Okay! I give!" I giggled.

He twisted me around, lifting me up by my bum as I wrapped my legs around his waist and draped my arms around his neck.

"I told you that you couldn't escape from me." He grinned up at me, nudging my chin with his nose. "Now, what's my prize."

He gave my buns a little squeeze and I wriggled and gasped, pretending to be scandalized.

"Why Mr. Cullen! What makes you think you win anything?"

"Ooh, Mr. Cullen. I like the sound of that." He wriggled his eyebrows at me, to which I just rolled my eyes.

"You know what I like the sound of? Freedom. Now put me down, you heathen."

"Not till you tell me what my prize is."

I looked into his golden eyes, doing my best not to become mesmerized, a battle I was quickly loosing.

"Me." I sniffed, looking away rather snootily and trying not to smile. "What else would you need?"

"Perfect."

He was practically purring and my heart leaped a little in my chest. That purr usually signaled some rather… intimate activities and I looked back at Emmett with narrowed eyes.

"Emmett." I warned.

"Yes?" He replied innocently as he began to walk toward the dining room.

"What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking that everyone else is out hunting for the weekend." He began. "And I have my beautiful girl all to myself. Completely alone."

Emmett sat me down on the dining room table, keeping himself wedged between my legs as he wove his hands into my hair and tilted my head back to kiss me. I giggled, letting my hands drop down from his neck to grasp at his shirt. Which I would very much like to see gone. As if reading my mind, Emmett broke the kiss and leaned back for a moment, swiftly removing his shirt. I barely had time to admire his muscled torso before he swooped back in and kissed me again.

His cool tongue swept across my bottom lip before delving into the heat of my mouth, and I couldn't help the moan that bubbled up from inside me. I could feel him grin against my lips, giving me a playful nip. I let my hands wander across his rock hard skin, the iciness sending goosebumps through my body, my nipples tightening and begging for attention. Emmett's hands cupped my neck, his thumbs stroking across my jaw softly before exploring further downwards and cupping my breasts.

I sucked in a breath, whining a little as he gave my nipples a light pinch through the fabric of my shirt and bra.

"I think you are wearing far too many clothes, Y/N." He whispered, nipping at my ear.

"Funny," I breathed. "I was thinking the same of you."

"Hands up, baby. Before I rip your shirt off you."

"You wouldn't dare."

There was a sudden tearing sound, and my mouth popped open to see that my shirt had been ripped right open, exposing my rather lacy bra. Emmett eyed my chest greedily, licking his lips. I just glared up at him as he went to grope my breasts.

"You know Alice is gonna kill you right?"

Emmett stopped, his hands in midair as his eyes went wide in horror.

"I… I obviously did not think this through."

"No. No you did not."

"Maybe I should start running now." He smirked.

"Don't. You. Dare." I hissed at him, grabbing him by the neck so he was eye level with me once more. "You're going to finish what you started. And then you can fuck off into the wild blue yonder, and if you're lucky, you might avoid Alice's wrath."

Emmett snorted, bringing me in for a soft kiss. "I love you."

"I love you, too, baby."

He kissed me deeply, his hands slowly peeling off my shredded top and my bra following along with it. His icy hands kneading my warm flesh before pinching and rolling my nipples between his fingers. I let out a small gasp, my head falling back to expose my neck, which Emmett took full advantage of, his lips latching on and sucking. There would be bruising hickeys there in the morning, and I was certain Emmett was purposely leaving them in places where they could easily be seen.

I dug my nails into his skin softly, and suddenly I wished I was already a vampire, just so I could leave marks along his back, laying my own claim.

I felt his hands finally trail their way to other areas, one around my back and the other to cup my soaked mound through my shorts, rubbing me rather harshly with his thumb. He then kissed his way down my neck, licking and nipping until he found my nipple, sucking it into his mouth with one long swift move.

I gasped, my back arching of its own accord, silently willing Emmett to touch me more. His hand continued to rub my mound, my clit getting just the slightest bit of stimulation from the combination of the jean material and the lace of my panties rubbing against it.

"Fuck." I moaned, threading my fingers through Emmet's hair, letting my hips begin to gyrate against his hand.

Emmett groaned, biting my nipple gently before pulling back and holding his fingers to my mouth. I took them without a second thought, eyes widening when I tasted my arousal on them. I had soaked through not only my panties but my shorts as well. His eyes darkened.

"I don't think I can wait much longer, love." His voice had gone husky with need.

"Then don't," I replied, my tongue snaking out between his fingers.

Emmett growled, lifting my ass off the table and pulling my shorts and panties off swiftly, followed by his own pants and boxers. My eyes widened at the sight of him, hard and erect, just for me. He lifted my legs, pulling me right to the edge of the table. He didn't even bother trying to stretch me out before the home run. He simply slid right into me, and I gasped at the sudden intrusion.

"Emmett!" I groaned, my head falling forward onto his chest.

"Sorry, babe. I can't help it."

"Bullsh-"

I yelped as he thrust into me, setting a pace that was fast and hard. Just the way I liked it. I let out a little gasp with every thrust, the very tip of his cock brushing along that sweet spot that had me seeing stars. Before I could comprehend what was happening, Emmett had me flat on my back against the table, and he leaned all the way forward to nip at my lips and jaw. I shuddered beneath him, letting out a ragged moan as the new position caused the heat in my belly to coil, tighter and tighter with each thrust.

Emmett's hands were everywhere, stroking along my thighs, reaching to pinch and pull at my nipples, and even one hand finding its way to the juncture between my legs, rubbing and swirling around my clit, sending sparks of pleasure straight to my pussy.

I could feel something happening, something building up inside of me and I couldn't hold back the moan when it finally crested. My pussy clamped down on Emmett's cock, grinding down on it as I let the orgasm hit me full force, my body shaking with the intensity of wave after wave of pleasure.

"That's it, baby." He breathed, eyes darkening. "Keep coming for me."

"Emmett." I whined.

My body was almost electric as he continued to pump into me and I could already feel the coil beginning to tighten up again, the warmth turning into an almost unbearable heat as he continued to hit my sweet spot. I panted, pulling his lips to mine.

Emmett's next thrusts were almost brutal, slamming me down onto the table and driving himself even deeper into me.

"Fuck!"

The coil snapped again, and this time Emmett came with me, the coolness of his seed bathing my walls and dripping out of me. Suddenly Emmett was catching himself before he collapsed on top of me.

We both paused, breathing hard, and in that moment we both heard a rather ominous creaking. Emmett had just enough time for his eyes to widen before the poor table collapsed from underneath us, sending us both crashing to the floor, him still buried inside me.

For a moment we were too stunned to move.

And then the laughter set in.

I was honestly surprised it hadn't collapsed sooner.

I was completely red with embarrassment but I couldn't stop giggling. Emmett slid out of me and picked me up, careful of the debris and my delicate skin. He held me in his arms, chuckling as he assessed the damage. The table was completely ruined beyond repair, only halfway standing on the other two legs that hadn't given way to our rather… rigorous love-making.

I finally calmed down a little, my cheeks hurting from the silly grin on my face.

"Forget Alice. Esme is gonna skin you alive."

Emmett immediately stopped laughing, looking at the table with wide eyes.

"Fuck."

Suddenly I was standing alone in the dining room, and not even a second later a fully dressed Emmett was back and helping me dress in some of his clothes, since you know, he ripped mine. I spotted the suitcase next to the door and looked up at Emmett quizzically after he helped me into on of his shirts.

"Are we going somewhere?"

"Yeah." He muttered, genuine fear in his eyes.

I raised my brow at him.

"Esme would actually skin me alive and I'd rather not experience it."

Emmett started ushering me out to his Jeep and I just stared at him.

"You're at least gonna clean it up right?"

{Kinktober} // {Masterlist}

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For Transgender Day of Visibility, here’s several books about Gender that I haven’t recommended before (I Think)!

Fine: A Comic About Gender

By Rhea Ewing

As graphic artist Rhea Ewing neared college graduation in 2012, they became consumed by the question: What is gender? This obsession sparked a quest in which they eagerly approached both friends and strangers in their quiet Midwest town for interviews to turn into comics. A decade later, this project exploded into a sweeping portrait of the intricacies of gender expression with interviewees from all over the country. Questions such as “How do you Identify” produced fiercely honest stories of dealing with adolescence, taking hormones, changing pronouns—and how these experiences can differ, often drastically, depending on culture, race, and religion. Amidst beautifully rendered scenes emerges Ewing’s own story of growing up in rural Kentucky, grappling with their identity as a teenager, and ultimately finding themself through art—and by creating something this very fine. Tender and wise, inclusive and inviting, Fine is an indispensable account for anyone eager to define gender in their own terms. 

Galaxy: The Prettiest Star 

By Jadzia Axelrod & Jess Taylor (Illustrator)

It takes strength to live as your true self, and one alien princess disguised as a human boy is about to test her power. A vibrant story about gender identity, romance, and shining as bright as the stars. Taylor Barzelay has the perfect life. Good looks, good grades, a starting position on the basketball team, a loving family, even an adorable corgi. Every day in Taylor’s life is perfect. And every day is torture. Taylor is actually the Galaxy Crowned, an alien princess from the planet Cyandii, and one of the few survivors of an intergalactic war. For six long, painful years, Taylor has accepted her duty to remain in hiding as a boy on Earth. That all changes when Taylor meets Metropolis girl Katherine “call me Kat” Silverberg, whose confidence is electrifying. Suddenly, Taylor no longer wants to hide, even if exposing her true identity could attract her greatest enemies. From the charming and brilliant mind behind the popular podcast The Voice of Free Planet X, Jadzia Axelrod, and with stunningly colorful artwork by Jess Taylor comes the story of a girl in hiding who must face her fears to see herself as others see her: the prettiest star.

To Strip the Flesh

By Oto Toda

A moving collection of six short stories that explores what must be stripped away to find the truth and celebrates the beauty of embracing who you are. Chiaki Ogawa has never doubted that he is a boy, although the rest of the world has not been as kind. Bound by his mother’s dying wish, Chiaki tries to be a good daughter to his ailing father. When the burden becomes too great, Chiaki sets out to remake himself in his own image and discovers more than just personal freedom with his transition—he finds understanding from the people who matter most.

Sir Callie and the Champions of Helston 

By Esme Symes-Smith

In a magical medieval world filled with dragons, shape-shifters, and witches, a twelve-year-old hero will search for their place as an impending war threatens. A thrilling middle-grade series opener that stars a nonbinary tween and explores identity and gender amid sword fights. My name is Callie, and I'm not a girl. I am here as Papa's squire, and I want to train as a knight. In a world where girls learn magic and boys train as knights, twelve-year-old nonbinary Callie doesn't fit in anywhere. And you know what? That's just fine. Callie has always known exactly what they want to be, and they're not about to let a silly thing like gender rules stand in their way. When their ex-hero dad is summoned back to the royal capital of Helston to train a hopeless crown prince as war looms, Callie lunges at the opportunity to finally prove themself worthy to Helston's great and powerful. Except the intolerant great and powerful look at Callie and only see girl. Trapped in Helston's rigid hierarchy, Callie discovers they aren't alone--there's Elowen, the chancellor's brilliant daughter, whose unparalleled power is being stifled; Edwyn, Elowen's twin brother, locked in a desperate fight to win his father's approval; and Willow, the crown prince who was never meant to be king. In this start to an epic series packed with action, humor, and heart, Callie and their new friends quickly find themselves embedded in an ancient war--the only hope to defeat the dragons and witches outside the kingdom lies in first defeating the bigotry within.

I Think I Turned My Childhood Friend Into a Girl 

By Azusa Banjo

It's a familiar story: a popular high school student gives their plain friend a makeover and transforms their life. But this time, the path to a new life isn't quite so straight and narrow. Kenshirou Midou has loved cosmetics all his life, keeping his obsession secret from almost everyone except for his childhood friend Hiura Mihate. One day, Kenshirou gets permission to practice applying makeup on Hiura, and the results are earth-shattering: Hiura's appearance transforms from a plain, undersized boy to a pretty, petite girl, and Kenshirou discovers just how freeing it is to apply his passion! Yet he's not the only one who finds the process liberating. Hiura likes the makeup, and the subsequent dress-up in feminine clothes, and decides to start wearing the girls' uniform to school. Kenshirou doesn't understand if he's unlocked something in Hiura, or if he's simply seeing a new side to his childhood buddy that he never noticed before. What are these feelings bubbling between them now--is this attraction truly new?

My Androgynous Boyfriend 

By Tamekou Wako and her androgynous boyfriend don't exactly have the most traditional of relationships. She spends her days working hard in the world of publishing, while he spends his time obsessing over fashion and makeup--all with the goal of making himself beautiful just for her. This romantic slice-of-life story is about love, relationships, and breaking with tradition!

[nyan-nyax3]

˚₊‧ hatsukoisou id pack ☆

names ꒱

abel, adam, ambrose, amos, archer, astor, august, baker, barclay, basil, bishop, caden, camden, cecil, cody, cosmo, cyrus, davey, declan, denzel, devon, dion, eddy, eli, esme, everett, forrest, fraser, grayson, harry, jackson, jasper, joel, joseph, layton, leon, liam, louis, lucian, merlin, milo, monty, nicky, peter, porter, rolo, samuel, silas, sterling, teddy, tommy, virgil, woody

addy, alice, allie, amber, angel, april, ashley, asia, autumn, avril, azura, bambi, barbie, becca, bella, birdie, bunny, callie, cammie, camryn, candi, chelsey, christi, cleo, coral, crystal, cyndi, dahlia, daisy, demi, diamond, dixie, dolly, ella, erin, ethel, flower, ginger, halo, hazel, heather, iris, keira, kestrel, lilac, lily, lola, lotus, lucille, lulu, marie, meadow, mercy, mia, misty, molly, mona, noelle, nova, olive, opal, petal, poppy, princess, promise, rosy, roxy, spirit, tempest, topaz, velvet, violet

alex, ashton, aspen, azure, billie, blessing, bobbie, brandy, bronte, cedar, celeste, charlie, cherish, clover, cyan, dannie, denver, dusty, easter, eden, favour, fortune, francis, frankie, harper, haven, heaven, ivy, jackie, jewel, joey, jordyn, journey, july, kasey, lacey, laverne, lennon, lucky, lyric, maple, navy, oakley, ocean, palmer, pepper, phoenix, raven, riley, river, ronnie, rory, royal, sawyer, silver, sparrow, sunday, tawny, windsor

pronouns ꒱

ae / aer, shi / hir, vae / vaer

abandon / abandonment, addi / addict, alco / alcohol, bla / black, bri / bright, dea / death, dre / dream, drink / drinking, entrap / entrapment, fal / falsity, first / love, flo / flower, free / freedom, fuzz / fuzzy, ha / harm, hatsu / hatsukoisou, ho / hopeless, lie / lies, lo / love, mise / misery, ne / neon, pai / pain, pi / pills, pi / pink, pro / problems, pro / prostitute, pur / purple, red / light, re / regret, sui / cide, trouble / troublesome, wish / wishful

titles ꒱꒱

[x] who turned to a life on the streets, [x] with regret in [x] heart, [x] with rotting organs, [x] who forces a bottle into [x] mouth, [x] who wishes to share [x] secret with you, the neon-lit street walker, [x] who walks into death's arms, [x] who misses [x] first love, the incarnation of the addiction of one's first love

genders ꒱꒱

alcohollexic, alcoholpathetic, anoure, cheraic, dasamerz, decayedgender, hotpinkpoisic, inviheartpillgender, inviibuprofen, liquorlexic, medimasc, pillcoric, vodkalexic, whiskeyaromic, winething

usernames ꒱꒱

pinkxprincess, drunkenmistake, b4relysurviving, wishfordeath, cy4nide-c4psule, alcoholickitten, miheadfuzzy, forevertr4sh, negativelove, falsewish, troubledxkitty, hatsu__love, selfharmstyle, meow_in_misery, fallenkitty, cutieincarnate, moemoecyanide

system names ꒱꒱

the poisoned kittens, drunken collective, those living in misery, the less than likely survival collective, slicer system, those who stopped fighting, the burnt love letters of a by-gone time, those who pass out in the street, the unfixable collective, those who were manipulated into a worse life

whoag ,, super cool id pack for a song i like =^-^= could u hav seen that one coming ???? lolz

[someonexsomeone]

Dear Soulmate

Title: Dear Soulmate

Author: SomeonexSomeone

Word Count: 2.3k

Pairing: Edward Cullen x np!Reader

Summary: Edward has a hard time expressing himself with words, so he turns to music instead.

Authors Note: Day 7!! Told you I would do it!! I had such a hard time writing this because, apperantly, i cannot think of the words that describe the feeling of love that completes you entire being the way Edward thinks about it. I mean...does it work that he can't express himself and neither can i? maybe?

There were many things to love about the vampire life that was bestowed upon Edward. First and foremost, the fear that consumed most of his teenage years was practically nonexistent anymore; it took many years for Carlisle to convince him not to wear his mask anymore when he was around people, and even more to show that Edward wouldn’t ever get sick again, despite every rational part of him denying it. The mindreading was hard to get used to, but it did allow him a unique type of freedom to explore the world without the slow caution that Carlisle and Esme had to. He had more time than he knew what to do with, all the hobbies and dreams he had as a kid suddenly being possible now that sleep wasn’t an issue. He didn’t have to give up as many aspects of his human life as he thought, especially things like his studies or music that reminded him so much of his mother.

His Mother…

With the positives, there was always, naturally, the things that made his life a living hell. The fear of outside forces on him were near eliminated, but going from prey to predator was difficult to handle. Things as simple as handshakes and opening doors became calculated, and the amount of walls and furniture he accidentally destroyed throughout his early years cost Carlisle a fortune to replace. His mindreading nearly broke his mind, especially when they first attempted to move into cities, too many voices swimming through his mind to even hear those speaking aloud. And their thoughts…Carlisle showed him that humanity was worth preserving, worth saving, but there were so many vile people all around, thinking unthinkable things and sometimes going as far as acting on them. He loathes to remember his ‘rebellious phase’, as Esme indeeringly calls it, as, for the first time since turning, he was able to do something about the voices. Even now, as he attributes those murders as the reason he’s able to manipulate his mindreading more like a radio than an onslaught of noise, he shudders at the memory of those final thoughts slowly fading away. 

And, time. He vaguely remembered sitting through his lessons as a human as lamenting the time passing so slowly he thought he would die of boredom. The flash of jealously is not uncommon when he thinks of those very human emotions he once had. The possibility of infinity is beyond what he ever could imagine, and the understanding he would remember every single detail of it drove him mad. Those human memories, those would cease to exist in only a few more years as they faded away, but his vampire memories would never go. And he would never stop making memories, or have things like sleep or becoming comatose as a buffer to slow the onslaught. He was desperate for the first year, writing every memory he could of his human life, especially those of his Mother, who, now, was no more than her favorite Edwardian dress and a silhouette. As he reread his journal over and over, the story became more and more like a novel he plucked from a library shelf, lost in time for a person he didn’t even recognize. He couldn’t attend school or play music, no matter how much he loved it, because the feeling that something or someone was missing ate him alive.

If Esme and Carlisle hadn’t been there to help him through these impossible feelings, he feared he never would have made it out the other side.

He could see how hard it was on his new parents to watch their son suffer at the hands of fate. Carlisle’s forgiveness when he returned burned through his nonbeating heart, and Esme’s relentless kindness balled guilt low in his gut. And, worst of all, he wanted to express his love for them, his thankfulness at their patience with him, but as eloquent as he was, there were never the right words to do it. Edward knew they knew his appreciativeness, but he always wished he could express it beyond his devotion to them.

The first time he sat at the piano after his mind accepted his new life, Edward nearly convulsed at the pure adoration in Esme’s thoughts. His fingers were clumsy, not quite used to the power and dexterity that vampirism brought to every part of his being, but the song was his Mother’s favorite, and his muscle memory was stronger than his recollective memory of her face. Too fast, then too slow, but Esme’s thoughts never faltered from their awe at the notes twinkling from within the wooden piano. Her thoughts made him smile so wide his cheeks ached. They ended up sitting together in the lounge for three days, Edward playing every song he could think of, Esme watching his every move and thinking of only her love of music and her new family. Carlisle liked to joked sometimes that, had he not finally returned home after a long weekend away, the two of them would have remained sitting in the lounge until the building collapsed around them. Though they hadn’t done another musical marathon since, Esme never failed to appear in the room when Edward played, her soothing thoughts weaving in time with the notes.

Then, that Christmas, Edward gifted Esme her very own song. If she could have wept, Edward had no doubt that she would have, instead pulling him into a hug so tight he was worried he would crack apart at the seams. She insisted he played it for her, and he did, everytime she even thought about it. 

From that Christmas on, Edward turned his unspeakable feelings into music. Everyone in his life had their own music journal, filled with notes and keys and rhythms that conveyed every feeling that Edward had ever felt. Esme’s journal was filled with the slow melodies of love, Carlisle’s contained the rhythmic beat of loyalty, and as more people joined their family, so too did their journals get filled with every song he created. Rosalie scoffed at the way her songs commanded attention, though her thoughts always betrayed her pride in being someone’s muse, and Emmett’s randy tunes always made him laugh. When Alice and Jasper joined them, Edward began to experiment in a collection of genre’s to convey Alice’s changing visions, and Jasper’s fluid tangle of emotions. Edward and Jasper grew exceptionally close then, Jasper finally having someone who could relate to his complex understanding of being, constantly assaulted by other’s emotions and not always knowing which were his true feelings, and finally having a way to express that to others in ways words failed him.

Then, there were the secret journals that were for his eyes only. Esme knew, of course, Edward trusted her with every part of his being, but he never dared show the vulnerability within those pages. He composed pieces for every deep feeling he had - resentment, fear, hope, envy, rage, happiness - just to be able to get rid of the knot of emotion that tangled itself inside him. His family was too close, to all knowing, to really keep private things truely private, but he appreciated the effort anyway. Jasper would always be able to tell what emotion he was using while composing, as Alice had the ability to see which piece Edward would start next. Carlisle had a look that, even without reading his mind, Edward knew meant that he knew exactly what each song was. Rose, even, afforded him some privacy, pulling Emmett out the door with her to go shopping when his verses would become too filled with emotion. He allowed her a couple snide remarks about it here and there as a thank you.

The most embarrassing of the collection, though, was the small black embossed one Esme had gifted him many years ago. It was a souvenir from their trip to Paris for one of their many honeymoons, the first time they left Edward alone to fend for himself. The cover was intricately detailed with the Lovers of Peynet, a story of love and peace that Esme fell in love with immediately. It was only fitting, then, that Edward used that journal to write his own complicated feelings of love. He was, after all, surrounded by it all the time.

Esme and Carlisle were so perfect for each other that Edward could never fathom the fact that both had relationships before. Esme’s compassion matched Carlisle’s perfectly, and Carlisle’s thoughts were only ever burning passion for his wife. Alice and Jasper moved with one another like no one else he had seen, adapting without needing to speak to always be there for one another. Jasper never seemed to need his empathy to be attuned to Alice, and Alice, in turn, worked patiently everyday to help Jasper untangle the twisted life he led before meeting her. Even Rose and Emmett worked! Emmett’s unwavering devotion and love for his Rose was unlike anything Edward had seen, rivaling those fake ties he witness between the Volturi in Carlisle’s memories. Rose, as standoffish as she seemed, cared for Emmett so deeply that they didn’t even have to be true mates to love as fiercely as the others. Choice, Destiny, Edward wanted any of it, to hold someone like Carlisle and Esme, to love like Rose and Emmett, to be understood like Alice and Jasper.

The pages of his book were filled endlessly with the different versions of love he both dreamed and attempted, but nothing ever came close to the feeling he got when he watched his family with their true loves. He always left them when the feeling got too much, bolting out the door as soon as Jasper was able to make the connection. In those instances, the only thing he would leave with was the clothes on his back, and the black embossed notebook in his hand.

The pieces, just as his thoughts, were complicated and unfinished. He tried more times than he could count to figure out the notes that most encapsulated his feelings, but it would always come up short. Melodies would stop midway, notes scattered like a puzzle waiting to be put together. More than a few times the notebook would end up thrown across the room, something Edward perfected in order to release some frustration in a human way. 

There was only one song finished in the entire book. The pages were flicked through so frequently that they were warped along the spine, and the ink rewritten so many times the pages were on the edge of ripping right through. Edward revisited this song whenever his thoughts became too repetitive, pretending they were written by someone else just to have something to relate to besides himself. There were no wishes written in the lines, only wonder, hope, at the thought of a mate, a soulmate, really existing out there for him. A vampire, a human, something else? Female, male, neither? What would they look like? How would they react to his mindreading? Who were they?

Edward had only played the song outloud a handful of times. The first was an accident. He was so wrapped up in his own thoughts he didn’t realize Esme had come into the room, watching him intently as he wiggled his fingers over the keys in order to play without making a sound. Her abrupt thoughts of curiosity allowed him just enough courage to gently play the piece for her. A passing thought of longing was all Esme had to do for Edward to stop abruptly, jumping from the bench and racing out the room without a word. After that, she didn’t ever push him to play it again, even going as far as chastising herself in her own thoughts when the thought crossed her mind. Edward smiled gratefully at her whenever it happened. The next time they had the house to themselves, Esme was privy to the song in it’s entirety, the melody soft and sweet. Her chin wobbled, and her eyes grew large, the signs Edward had come to associate with Esme crying without being able to. When it was just the two of them, she would often ask for him to play it for her again, and Edward loved her too much to deny her request.

After playing it for everyone but the person it was about, he found it strange, completely unbelievable, that he was now able to play it for the very person he wrote it for. You were sat beside him, awe in your face as his fingers tapped the keys to reveal the melancholic song. You were pressed so closely to him, the lines of your body curving into his. As his arm reached across you body to play the keys on your other side, you absentmindely rested your hand on it, reminding him of the times he took pretty girls for walks in the park during his human years. If he still had a working heart, he knew it would be beating out of his chest, but he didn’t need a heart to feel the sweet of adoration deep inside him whenever he looked at you. 

Even as the original song ended, his fingers continued as if reading from his black book, melodies mixing and unfinished songs melding together to try and show you just a smidge of the emotion swirling inside him. His very own notebook brought to completion as you sat there, switching between watching the way his hand glided elegantly across the keys and his face, which hadn’t taken a moments break from yours. He effortlessly leaned down everytime your eyes met, pressing his lips to yours, stealing your breath from your lungs, and replacing it with the melody of his love. 

A new song was already writing itself out in his mind; a rhythm based entirely around the way you looked at him, eyes wide and lips pouted, and the gratitude to whatever force brought you into his complicated existence. Yes, that would have to do for now. Just until, Edward decided, he could find some other way to express the irrationally wonderful love he had for you.

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This isn’t a twilight request but can I ask you what your opinion would be on this scenario? I’ve been trying to write a Marcus x shifter reader I just can’t decide what he would do in this situation. 😅

Basically they meet at the Breaking dawn battle, the reader is a half Quileute and half Scottish, she inherited her grandfather’s shapeshifting surprising her dad who didn’t think they’d have to worry about it so they moved from NC to Washington. She never really wanted to join a pack feeling out of place not being full blooded Quileute or growing up there plus she is fiercely independent and prefers being a Rogue not having the responsibilities or being tied down but will help the pack out and the Cullens when they need it, she will hang out with both the pack and Cullen’s as Carlisle and Esme are like a second pair of parents to her and Alice is like a sister. But she only likes vampires that drink animal blood because she is so involved with her human family and is very tender hearted. (Another fact is she really doesn’t trust men at least in a romantic setting, she’s been cheated on and had a bad experience with a controlling Misogynistic ex and kinda swore off dating because loosing any part of herself scares her.) Ect ect. That’s the backstory I’m writing but the part I’m stuck on is when Marcus meets her and he realizes he gets a second change at a mate, she’s his blood singer and she imprints on him. Of course Marcus wants to be with her which would mean her returning with the Volturi but she tells him no. Her family, life, and job is here and she doesn’t want to be trapped in the castle away from nature were she can run free (go hiking and befriend the wildlife to take photos) because even a gilded cage is still a cage.

So my question is do you think Marcus would force her to go knowing she’d hate him for it or would he let her go and try to keep in touch so they can get to know each other better? Or is there another option you can think of?

Okay @nixwolfe is a gem and helped me with this because i struggled badly. In the end there were a few outcomes.

1. He doesn't getting attached bc he's still mourning Didyme

2. He makes her go back to the castle, but now has to deal with the resentment, thus potentially losing another mate

3. Lets her have her freedom, but keeps in touch, thus keeping a mate

4. Marcus leaves the volturi or tries to but then your problems are called Aro and Chelsea.

[jalice713]

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: F/M

Fandoms: Twilight Series - Stephenie MeyerTwilight Series - All Media Types

Relationships: Jasper Whitlock/Bella SwanEmmett Cullen/Rosalie HalePeter Whitlock/Charlotte Whitlock

Characters: Esme CullenCarlisle CullenEdward CullenAlice CullenAro (Twilight)Marcus (Twilight)Caius (Twilight)Chelsea (Twilight)The Volturi (Twilight)Leah ClearwaterPaul LahoteSeth ClearwaterAngela WeberGianna (Twilight)

Language: English

Stats: Published:2023-12-18Completed:2024-02-14Words:254,145Chapters:62/62Comments:451Kudos:261Bookmarks:95Hits:12,415

Now Unbound

mirae10

Summary:

When all the familiar ties holding us to the world snap and we become untethered, it's easy to feel broken and hopeless. But Bella and Jasper are learning that sometimes the greatest joy, the greatest love, the greatest freedom, comes from being unbound.

When was the last time i posted about a fic?! Well this one was amazing. The character development, the found family, and some of tooth rotting fluff! Amazing. Main ship is Bella x Jasper and if you're new to the ship, this is a great entry fic. I especially love the author's version of Jasper. Enjoy :3

Warnings for: Pregnancy (not of the hybrid kind), sex, some violence, and some Edward, Alice and Carlisle bashing just for fun.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52353055/chapters/132437491

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Crime Watch pointed out WCCO's error in posts on both X/Twitter and Facebook on Wednesday and Thursday calling for a retraction or correction from WCCO and Ubah Ali, and asking our followers to contact WCCO at (612) 339-4444 to demand a correction.

Misstating auto theft numbers by thousands is a gross and inexcusable disservice to the viewing public, especially at a time when the cities are still being rocked by high crime numbers that still haven't receded to pre-2020 riot levels in many cases.

As of late Thursday night, WCCO still had not retracted or corrected their online article, nor have they issued any type of statement addressing the publicized false information.

This is not the first time WCCO has been caught in a lie recently.

WCCO garnered national ridicule at the end of July after the station's Esme Murphy claimed that now presidential candidate Kamala Harris never supported the Minnesota Freedom Fund (MFF) during the 2020 riots in the Twin Cities.

[padfootdaredmetoo]

Can you please write a part two to the Tommy Shelby x reader kidnap-torture fic where they’ve ended up married to each other but she’s pregnant when they thought it impossible after her abuse, but they welcome a little boy who becomes the apple of his parents eyes and fast forward a few years they have twin boys and she’s pregnant again but this time it’s a little girl who they name after Polly and Esme

Can you please write a second part to the comfort fix with tommy Shelby, where the reader gets kidnapped and beaten to get information about then Tommy finds her and comforts her/super protective too where she is married to Tommy and she finds out she is pregnant and they’re both real happy as they didn’t think it possible but they end up with twin boys, Charles and James.

Part one: https://padfootdaredmetoo.tumblr.com/post/664441022260117504/hey-i-was-wondering-if-you-would-do-a-comfort-fix

Thank you both for waiting! I ended up with two very similar requests so hopefully this makes everyone happy!

Summary: Things pick up right after the first one ends, gives a brief look at the relationship then right to baby town.

Warnings: Pregnancy, child birth, thoughts about death, waking up in the hospital.

It was a surprisingly short recovery, you were back attending to the books after three weeks in Tommy’s bed. Your return to work was heavily supervised and consisted of you stuck at your desk while everyone fussed over you for another two months.

Your relationship with Tommy took off, that quiet time spent talking, reading, and getting to know each other more intimately felt more like a honeymoon than anything else. It was a welcomed rest for Tommy, as you kept him busy enough not to start slipping.

Sometimes he would wake up in the middle of the night panicking, he’d gently try to check your pulse and breathing trying not to wake you. You’d sit up with him and try to calm him down, something that took a little bit of time to master.

There was a lot of sex. Him being cooped up in the house with you recovering meant he had three weeks of just touching you. Learning every way possible to get you off with out actually fucking you, do to your fragile condition.

Things settled, once you were all healed up you’d gone back to your apartment. You made it into bed only to lay there awake, frightened of being alone without anyone. You laid there till you heard a knock at the door that had you shaking like a leaf. Eventually peeking through the peephole with a loaded shotgun in your hand, you saw Tommy on the other side of the door. He didn't want to take away your freedom and space, insisting he sleep on the couch. You’d only held on to him tightly taking him through to your room.

Only logical thing to do was to move in, neither of you would sleep otherwise. That way if he was gone on business, there were maids around, most of the time Esme and Polly would come over to get loaded with you in the kitchen anyway.

Then you were living together, happy as ever. Naturally you married him. It was a perfect wedding. Family was loud and merry.

But as the business grew larger, the more he was pulled away. Eventually it got to the point where he was taking over London with more cocaine in his blood than plasma. You were at home running things with Polly. You knew deep down there was going to be a breaking point. He’d start sleeping with others or worse.

One bright morning it arrived, the breaking point. Your head was in the toilet and your balance was all over the place. You yelled for Francis telling her to let Polly know you weren't well enough to come in.

You sat against the cool tiles of the bathroom and tried to calm yourself. Deep inside you knew that there was something considerably different about you. But you thought about everything and chalked it up to being overloaded, you were stressed that Tommy was sleeping around, the two of you arguing constantly, the business was more in your hands now than it had ever been before.

You’d been using coke to manage the particularly stressful days, drinking too much liquor to get to sleep. Esme had just had a baby so she was busy and you were busy making sure that she was supported.

But that’s all it was, you were burnt out. This was a panic attack, all you needed to do was have some water and go back to bed. Rest a little bit.

The door opened and Polly was there looking you over. How long had you been sitting there lost in thought?

Then she placed her hands on your breasts and her eyes lit up.

You were burnt out, because you were pregnant.

You put your head back in the toilet puking. She got you sorted out and laid you down on the bed. As soon as your head hit the pillow the tears started. She left the room and you took some deep breaths.

How am I going to do this? Tommy was so far away, Nazi’s running around, a business on my shoulders, keeping the family in line? How would I do all of that with a kid on my hip? I guess I had nine months to figure out.

How stupid am I being? I always wanted this deep down.

Guilt splashed through you. Maybe the family would just have to look after you again for a bit. You placed your hands on your tummy and started crying even harder. Praying that your body could support a healthy baby, and that you’d be able to protect the little one from the world around you.

Polly was back with some tea and she finally started talking.

“You're pregnant, now we need to get a doctor to do an examination to make sure your insides are alright.” She took a long drag of her cigarette, giving you a searching look. “Unless you don't want to do this, in which case no one will know except for me and we'll get it done before Tommy’s home.”

“No!” Your hands came in front of your belly, unable to comprehend the thought of someone taking this from you. Fresh panic spread through your body about the situation, body shaking.

“It’s alright, love. I am happier than ever” She gave you a big smile placing her hands on your tummy. “Just wasn't sure if those were happy tears or -”

“I'm scared Pol, real scared. I don’t know how to do all of this.” You blurted out and she seemed to find something amusing in your words.

“Well you won't be alone, love. Everyone feels that way the first time. But even if Tommy can’t be, I'll be right beside you the whole time.” Her eyes got a little watery and you finally felt like you could breathe again. You then realized Esme was there in the doorway. She must have only heard the last bit of the conversation, but before you could ask her why she was here she was going off about it.

“What’s the bastard done? I swear to god I'll kill him. If you get a divorce it will be fine you can stay with me and John, and Poll and I will look after you till your back on your feet.” She ranted while climbing into bed under the covers next to you. She grabbed your hand and you saw how worn out she looked.

“Esme, why are you here, you should be in bed?” Polly asked slightly amused at her grumpy composure.

“Fuck sakes I am in bed. I'm just in this bed now. Tommy called saying the maid told him you were sick, and crying. So he assumed I’d know what was wrong. He couldn't reach Poll so he asked me to come over. Not that he needed to ask. So what's happened eh?” She brushed some of the tears from your cheeks.

“I'm pregnant” You watched her face light up, and any thoughts of being alone were permanently diminished. She let out an excited scream pulling you into a tight hug.

“Oh love, don't be scared about anything. Trust me I have been through anything that could possibly happen while pregnant.” You thought back to all the times you sat in the hospital praying for her, and the few times she’d miscarried. Nights spent in her bed helping her through it. “Plus Poll’s an expert, between the two of us you won't even notice Tommy’s not around” She looked at you with sad eyes.

“Tommy will come around. He’s busy but he loves you, more than anything Y/N” Polly said with a knowing look.

“I'm scared he’s seeing someone else.” You whispered.

“He can be daft sometimes, but he’d have to be completely stupid to do something like that.” Polly said but you could tell that it really wouldn't surprise her if he was.

“Stupid if he thought that John and I wouldn't kill him.”

Polly went back to take care of the shop and you stayed in bed all day with Esme. She finally fell asleep and you were happy to see her finally getting a rest.

John called with a screaming baby in the background. You drove over and picked the little one up. Taking the babe upstairs once you got her settled down. Reluctantly you woke up Esme and she fed the baby, both of them falling asleep in the process. Once they were both sound asleep you decided to take a bath, leaving the door cracked open just in case.

You slid into the hot water enjoying the feeling of your muscles relaxing. You closed your eyes and relaxed. The door opened and you expected to see Esme, but Tommy was there looking distraught. He shut the door quietly, then got down on his knees grabbing your face.

“I didn't think you were coming home” You said still in disbelief that he was here.

“Are you alright?” He asked softly, relieved that you didn't seem to be in rough shape. You nodded, suddenly racking your brain trying to find a way to tell him. Should you wait and do something cheeky or sweet? Or till you’d seen the doctor and confirmed everything? But when has Polly ever been wrong? You already felt your body starting to prepare.

He got a washcloth and started washing your back, you let out a soft moan at the contact.

“Tommy?”

“Yes, love” You noted how tired he sounded. He started to soap up your hair and your eyes watered at the sudden intimacy of the moment.

“Are you seeing someone else?” You hated how your voice broke, he turned your face looking you in the eyes.

“No.” He said firmly and you believed him, you could always tell when he was lying. A skill that led to a lot of arguments. You breathed out a sigh of relief. He continued with your hair and you had to tell him. Even if you lost the baby it would be a horrible experience for him if that's how he found out.

“Good, there will barely be room for three in this relationship with the current state of things” His hands stopped and you caught his puzzled expression.

“Esme and John are splitting?” He asked in disbelief, referring to her sleeping in our bed with the babe. You wanted to laugh, his mind immediately assuming that if John and Esme were to split that you would adopt her like that.

“No” You took his soapy hands out of your hair and placed his hands on your tummy. The look of adoration on his face chased out any doubts you had. He leaned in kissing you as shampoo ran down your face. You noted the mistiness in his eyes, as he looked down at your stomach.

“How?” He asked.

“Well I'm assuming it was last time you were home when you took me on the- “

“No,” He said, chuckling. “I mean they said you couldn't. Do you need to see a doctor?” There was a deep sense of concern in his composure. Something you couldn't comfort, you had no idea if your body would keep the baby or not.

“Polly’s taking me to see the doctor tomorrow. I’m sorry, I probably shouldn't have told you till I’d seen someone.” You really shouldn't have put more on him, he was so close to snapping and you suddenly felt guilty about asking if he was sleeping with someone.

“No, I should have been the first to know, I should be around more.” You accepted his words for the apology they were. He went back to bathing you and you felt yourself melt under his gentle care.

Esme had woken up coming in through the door to check on you.

“Oh, Sorry!” She said not wanting to interrupt the moment.

“It's alright.” you said.

“Can you give us a moment?” She asked Tommy, and he reluctantly left the room.

“Did you tell him?” She whispered

“Yes'' You smiled, and she let out a sigh of relief. “And he's not seeing anyone else, I feel stupid for asking.”

“Don’t be, I’d go crazy if John was gone for weeks at a time.” She reassured you. “If your alright, I might head home to start on dinner”

“Of course, sorry. Thank you for staying with me today.”

“Love, you’ve seen me through everything. I couldn't bear to leave you alone in a time of need. Not that I was much help, I was asleep nearly the whole time. Thanks for grabbing her off John. It’s the most rest I've gotten since she popped out.”

“Don't worry about it I was happy to see you getting a proper rest, love” With that she left the bathroom and you heard her telling Tommy to look after you and call if anything strange happened. Then to keep you away from coke and hard liquor and a few other things in a hushed voice. You always thought it was funny when Esme told him off, or gave him advice. He always politely took it knowing that offending her would only offend you, then upset Polly.

He came back in and helped you up, you were grateful as the room started to spin. He quickly picked you up out of the bathtub and sat you on the toilet, drying you off as you caught your breath. Blood shifted back into place in your body, vision restoring itself. He still insisted on carrying you back to bed. Once he had you tucked in he got out of his clothes getting into bed next to you.

Suddenly you were torn by the desire to take him after being untouched for so long, and the urge to sleep. Sleep won the battle as he pulled you against him.

“You really thought there was someone else?” He asked thoughtfully, running his hands through your hair.

“You used to come home every couple days, and now I haven't seen you in three weeks.”

“I couldn't do that to you, love. I’ve almost got him where I need him and this mess will be sorted.”

“I know, I don't know why I got so afraid.”

“It’s alright, I’m going mad being away from you. I won't be able to manage knowing you’ve got a babe in you too. To risky leaving you alone”

“What do you mean?”

“There’s people everywhere looking to take us down, more so than usual. That and if something were to happen I want to be there” You immediately knew that he was referring to losing the baby.

“I'm scared too. I don't know if my body-”

“Shh, none of that, you're the toughest woman I know. That baby couldn't be in a safer place. I just don't want you to have to do it on your own.” You felt your heart swell and you let sleep take you both.

After that you were rarely alone, Esme, Polly, and Ada kept a close watch on you and when they were busy you would end up sitting with John or Arthur.

The doctors told you that there was a slim chance at you carrying the baby to term. You were a mess and Tommy did his best to cope with the news while comforting you. Polly came by and read your tea leaves, telling you that it was a load of horse shit. You and the babe we're going to be just fine.

Tommy came home every night after that, the travel wore him out but it was but at least he could actually sleep at night.

By the time you were six months along the British Nazi party had been terminated by the family. A tense night of sitting in the kitchen with Esme and Poll, praying that they would all make it home okay.

They did and Tommy promised that was his last large adventure. He was back in Birmingham after that, running all of the factories from his old office in the betting shop. You were delighted to have him so close.

Then you felt as if you were carrying a giant pumpkin in your belly. You started to get more fatigued, but you still pushed through. Everyone tried to convince you to stay home and rest, you brushed them off till Esme sat you down one morning.

“You are going home and getting your feet up, do you know why?” You glared at her.

“No I’m -”

“Because you're carrying my nephew in there and I want him to be strong and healthy. He can’t do that with you here, uncomfortable and stressed out.”

“Are you guilt tripping me into going home and resting?” you asked in disbelief.

“Yes.” she gave you a wicked smile.

“Bitch” She only laughed.

“Tommy!” She called out and he rushed into the room, immediately coming over to touch you. “Take her home and tell Francis that I’ll skin her alive if Y/N does so much as lift a finger.”

“Ugh you're the worst friend ever” You said exasperated, Tommy looked at you for a moment and you nodded your head. He helped you into the car and took you home.

Two days of rest, and Tommy thought it alright that you came with him to the family meeting. It kicked off the way it always did and it took the usual ten minutes for the thing to implode. Everyone was yelling, normally you would shut this down and go up against Tommy yourself finding a happy medium for everyone. He wasn't unreasonable; you just needed to know how to talk to him. This time around you were too tired to bother. You just sat back and enjoyed the show. Apparently the little babe inside you had some pressing counter points to the argument at hand, because suddenly your water broke.

“Tommy.” You said taking a deep breath. He didn't notice you over the commotion.

“TOMMY!” You screamed as the first round of contractions pressed through your body. He was by your side and he and Polly took you through to the house, sitting you on the couch. You tried to take some deep breaths, the pain was horrible, but not as bad as the thoughts swirling in your head.

Your mind immediately went back to that room, how you hung there. What if you died, insides still mangled, leaving Tommy here with a babe. Contractions came and went, you sat there trying to get out of that place in your mind. You were here with them, this pain was a baby. Your baby. Time passed as you waited for the midwives.

“Fuck me” you gasped as the pain became more consistent. Tommy was there holding you while everyone else ran around like chickens. John yelling at someone on the phone, Arthur trying to find car keys. Esme started boiling water. And Polly’s cold hands were suddenly traveling up your skirt.

“By a lady a drink first” You said out of breath. She laughed.

“Need to see where you’re at, love. Midwives are still delayed, but I need to know if it's worth driving you into the hospital.” She stuck her hands in a place you certainly never thought they’d never go.

“It's time.” She said to you with a fierce look. You knew by her eyes that this baby was going to come out and she was going to be the one that pulled him from you. You gave her a nod.

“Everyone out!” She shouted. The boys patted Tommy on the back wishing you luck. Esme stayed close by your side. The pain was unbearable, but you’d been there before. Esme laid out the towels and Polly guided you onto your knees. Your mind was still slipping in and out, you tried to focus on Tommy’s hands squeezing your shoulders, the fire beside you, Esme’s words of encouragement. And the strength of Polly’s love as she wrangled a baby out of your body.

You were on all fours and could feel that your body was getting close to the end of what it had been working hard towards. Tommy’s hands never left your body, then suddenly you felt that last push coming.

Next thing you knew Polly’s hands had guided the baby out of you.

You collapsed down onto your side, your legs and arms so tired from holding you up. Resting your head in Tommy’s lap you saw the little babe wiggling in Polly’s arms before your vision blacked out.

You opened your eyes, everything coming back into focus. Esme was holding the screaming baby while Tommy held your body tightly. You realised that your body was still contracting, fighting something that felt like a losing battle. Polly’s hands were deep inside you, she pulled the afterbirth from you and you almost passed out again. Laying there partially conscious you felt Tommy’s hands gripping you tightly as if he was trying to hold your soul in your body. He whispered praise and affirmation in your ear, stroking your hair.

“She’s alright, just give her a moment.” Polly reassured him. They helped you up into a sitting position getting pillows and quilts from upstairs. You didn’t feel him relax till you were holding your son, latching him on your breast. Finally a moment of silence. You felt completely winded, but the amount of oxytocin that flooded your brain made you feel impossibly happy.

Once you were properly cleaned up, the family re-gathered. John brought over some clothes for the baby and Esme got him dressed while you sat in Tommy’s arms. They gave him back.

“So what’s his name then?” Arthur asked and you realized that with everything going on you’d hadn't even thought to seriously discuss names.

“Charlie?” You whispered to Tommy. His eyes got ever so slightly misty and gave you a nod of approval.

“Charlie.” You announced slightly louder. Everyone enjoyed the tender moment.

Then the midwives finally arrived looking borderline terrified to arrive this late. You didn't mind though, not everyone had people like Polly around and the thought of having a stranger do that would have made you very uncomfortable anyway. They took you into one of the bedrooms to check over you and the baby.

Tommy surprised them by insisting he stay with you, father’s probably weren't this involved in the process normally. Esme insisted John stay with her when she’d had her babies. But most of the time the new fathers brought a baby into the world by getting smashed at the pub.

You gave his hand a squeeze while they checked the baby. Happy and healthy. Now the younger one got you to lay back and checked you over.

“Everything seems fine, miss. Lucky your mum was there to take such good care of you.” You smiled and she checked your abdomen. “Looks like you’ve seen a few rough days eh?” She gave you a concerned look.

“I was in a car accident a few years back.” You lied and she relaxed immediately. She probably worried that Tommy was the reason your body had an excess of scar tissue.

“Mary, can you come check this?” the more experienced midwife came and began palpating.

“Ah, well I can tell it must have been bad, that baby is a blessing. Tough lady you are.” She said palpating your ribs and stomach. It was painful and she reminded you to breathe. Tommy was tense holding the baby, hating every second that her hands were on you.

“Now love, remember to rest lots. And if you're in any pain call a doctor immediately. Mr. Shelby, please make sure someone is there to keep a close watch over her in the next few days.” Tommy gave her a nod. She helped you get your clothes back on. Tommy thanked them again, handing them a wad of cash each before Arthur showed them out of the house.

You were grateful that he’d given them a tip, the two of them looked completely rattled from the night they’d had. You hoped that whatever birth they got held up at had a happy ending like yours.

Charlie, Johnny dogs, Isaiah, and Curly came by after that and it was a true Peaky get together. You let Tommy introduce his son and you watched how Charlie’s eyes lit up as he looked over the little boy named after him.

Before you knew it Charlie had settled into the world and you were exhausted. Esme was around constantly being equally as exhausted. The older kids would go outside or sit in the library playing cards on rainy days. While the two of you managed the two tiny ones. It was really nice that her little one was only 10 months older than Charlie.

Then it was the baby's first Halloween, then Christmas, Easter, and birthday. Tommy was a good father which was a relief. Little Charlie had something you never did. If Tommy was called away he called every night before bedtime, and someone in the family always stayed with you till he came back.

Dark times were approaching. Tommy said there were the beginnings of another war approaching. Something in your bones knew he was right.

Tommy had gone behind your back to build a large family home out further into the country. Something that he, John, and Arthur had kept to themselves. It was a massive plot of land. Lots of space for the Lee family and Johnny dogs. You had to follow a massive dirt driveway surrounded by thick old growth forest and cross a small stone bridge before you finally arrived at the house. Two guest houses in the back and three main houses all on one plot of land. You didn't see how this would help with the war until he took you down into the basement. A massive bunker had been built with food and supplies.

“Tommy, I don't know what to say.” You said softly there was a feeling of terror in your stomach. He took you back into the sitting room while Charlie ran around the empty house.

“If there’s a war, it's not going to be like last time. I have intel that the weaponry has changed, if I have to go.” You gripped his arm and he pulled you close. “If I have to go, I need you and Poll to look after everyone again. Anything strange happens or sirens blow, you take everyone down into the bunker okay?” You nodded.

“I’m scared”

“Me too, love” He kissed the top of your head.

Three days later everyone had been included on what to do if a war kicked up. Esme was in love with the place, there was room for her to have chickens and sit by the river, she was also thrilled at the fact that she wouldn't have to drive a half hour to see you.

Two years passed with no war and no need to move.

It was a spring morning and you were about to go get Charlie out of bed, when a familiar feeling washed over you. The same lighted headedness and nausea. You immediately slammed open the bathroom door, causing Tommy to throw back the shower curtain. Before you could apologize for startling him you were on your knees puking your guts out. He got out of the shower and held onto you as you felt your head begin to spin. After he helped you sit on the ground properly resting your head back against the wall he went to get everything sorted for the day.

Pregnant again?

Arthur came to take Charlie to school once Francis had him ready to go. Charlie came into the room to kiss you goodbye, and Arthur assured you that he could pick him up too and not to worry.

You laid on your side with horrible stomach cramps suddenly terrified. Tommy sat with you and tried to comfort you. Doctors and Polly were on the way. He helped you sit up and drink some water.

“Tommy what if I’m pregnant.”

“Pretty sure that's the case, love.” He said softly, kissing your forehead.

“But everything hurts so bad, what if it’s-” You could finish the rest of the words, tears started falling and you were sobbing into his chest.

“Even if that’s the case you’ll be alright. It’s not your fault.” He ran his hand through your hair while holding you close. “I’ll still love you, you're still Charlie’s mum, family loves you.”

You took a deep breath and listened to him reassure you, running his warm hands along your body.

Polly got there before the doctors and held your stomach.

“Pregnant” She said with twinkling eyes and a soft smile.

“But the pain” you asked softly

“Can be normal. This time there’s something different” She said, running her hands over your stomach. “Do you want to know?”

“Yes” you whispered.

“Twins. Both girls” She said excitedly. Tommy gave Polly a hug, then put his arms back around you. The doctor came and examined you confirming that you were alright and pregnant. Again letting you know that with the extent of the damage it was a high risk pregnancy.

Two twin girls on the way and a potential war hanging in the air. Thankfully your husband was who he was, you were fortunate enough to know that whatever happened he’d find a way to keep your children safe.

Things were very different this time around. Once you started showing Tommy was adamant you stay home. Something you were arguing about until Esme was almost attacked walking home one night. Nothing happened and John put the man's body in the cut, but it reminded you that these dark times were starting to close in.

That next morning you came downstairs to see that Tommy had made a makeshift re-creation of your work desk. You started laughing and he gave you a glare while putting your potted cactus in the window sill.

“You need to be here, love. I really need you to be here.” He said and you hated his pleading tone. Thomas Shelby only pleaded when your life was close to ending. You went over and surprised him by clinging to him tightly.

“So I guess we can just put Esme there at the other end ya?” He gave you one of those rare laughs.

“Sure love, whatever it takes.”

Esme moved to the other end of the table, John came by at three o’clock every afternoon to deliver all the papers and you let him and Esme sneak off to enjoy a moment without children. The books were always up to date and people would phone during the day constantly. You missed being there, but they organized everything so that you could manage efficiently from home.

This pregnancy was harder on your body, the larger your babies grew the more tired and sore your body became. Your belly was massive and little Charlie was constantly wanting to roll toy cars along the top of the bump. Tommy must have spoken to him because he tried his best to look after you. Little things like getting your slippers, trying to make you tea, or covering you with blankets. It was the sweetest thing you’d ever seen, you tried your hardest to spend as much time with him before the other two came and stole all the attention.

But more and more often you felt the need to go lay down or sit away from all the chatter. Your anxiety about the war and the business only increased with the amount of breaks you needed to take.

This didn't go unnoticed by Tommy, he tried to be there as often as possible. Sometimes even just laying next to you. Doctors only brought bad news, news that made Tommy hold you a little tighter and kiss you more often. You hated that he had to worry about you and the babies.

You hated that you might leave him alone with one to three children. Something that worried you to the point where you started scouting people to potentially take your place. It was a secret operation as you didn't want to upset anyone. So far you’d dug up three wealthy, or influential women that would strengthen the family. And hopefully be good with children and moody men.

On top of that you started a notebook for him about different things. Stuff to help with the grief and just stupid jokes and stories. You set aside notes written for Charlie and babies too.

Once you had made peace with your potential fate you tried to be around people more. Trying to enjoy them and enjoy being a part of the family. You could feel Tommy notice, but respected that he chose not to comment. Until he found your research project.

You had come up to bed exhausted from a long day, you showered and got yourself ready for bed only to leave the bedroom to see Tommy laid out on the bed reading your note book.

“Thomas!” You shouted and tried to snatch the book away.

“Bloody hell woman! What's this then?” you sat down on the bed knowing that you were too big and sore to get the book back. Shame fell thick in your body, you tried to keep your voice level.

“Just in case I don't make it, I didn't want you to feel like you had to stay single and do it alone.” You shrugged but you refused to meet his eyes. “I just want you to be happy, I want Charlie to be happy” Your voice caught and your eyes got watery. You cleared your throat and choked it down.

“Plus all these partnerships would strengthen ties with other families, hopefully leaving you all with more protection.” You finally risked a look over at him and was relieved to see that he didn't seem too angry.

“May Carlton is going to protect the family then eh?” He said with a cocked eyebrow.

“Well, no but you went out with her for a bit back in the day, always seemed happy afterwards and she’s good with horses.” You said face flushing. You had met her a handful of times and got on with her relatively well. Her attitude didn't change towards you when you and Tommy got together, even though they hadn't been together in a long while. Something that you appreciated as emotional maturity.

“Love, this is madness.” He grabbed your face and you looked into his wide eyes. “You are a Shelby. You are going to be fine. No one could compare to you, alright? You are going to stay here and be my wife, help raise our kids, and help with business. No one is taking you away from me. Understand?” His voice was thick with emotion and there was a pain in his eyes that made your heart go crazy. He didn't give you a chance to respond before his lips were on yours kissing you deeply. Your body took his warmth and affection and wrapped it around yourself tightly. His hands were all over your body gripping and groping you tightly reminding you that you were here and you were his.

You let out a moan of pain as your body seized up.

“Did I hurt you? Y/N what's wrong?!” His hands rested on your belly. You breathed through the contraction and felt the water between your legs.

“Water’s gone - Ah” You let out another groan of pain. He helped you into a better position on the bed and ran to the phone.

This time the midwives made it, they immediately requested a doctor be called when they came. Your mind was back and forth, the only distinguishable thing was the excessive amount of pain.

Doctors were there and you had never been more grateful for Polly and Esme. They advocated for you the whole time, not that the doctors were disagreeable when Thomas Shelby was there holding you tightly.

It was a horrible night, but eventually they got both the babes out. As expected they almost took your life in the process. You didn't see them before you had to be rushed into the ER.

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You woke up in a bright white room and assumed the worst.

Looking around more closely you found yourself in an empty hospital room. Your eyes searched and saw no sign of Tommy or babies or anything. Your brain didn't have any conscious or logical thoughts before sending you into hysterics. You felt violated, not knowing what they had done to your body or why you couldn't move properly.

Where are the babies?! Your chest wrenched, did they make it okay?

Eventually you heard someone come into the room. Strong hands gripped you tightly. You tried to fight them but your body was barely responsive.

“S’alright love. S’okay. Calm down. You're okay.” You heard John’s voice and tried to take a deep breath but failed.

“Look at me.” You took another deep breath and looked at him. “Babies are fine, Esme and Polly have them.” You let out a breath of relief. “Tommy got called out and left me here to look out for ya. Sorry, you woke up alone, I left to take a piss.”

“Why can’t I move?” You said in a shaky voice. He gave you an alarmed look releasing you to move across the room.

“Oi! Why the fuck cant she move?!” He demanded. You didn't hear the response but he came back to your side and sat down.

“Just the drugs love, probably the same stuff they gave us in the war. It’ll pass.” He squeezed your hand and you took a couple more deep breaths to calm down.

“Is Tommy okay?”

“He was called away, don't worry about it. We’ve got half the blinders down at our house with the kids and a handful in the hall, more outside.” He nodded, seeming pleased with the safety measures.

“And what did they do with my insides?” you mumbled, still slightly panicked by not knowing.

“Honestly love, I have no fucking clue. The nurse said they would come through as soon as they can though. Esme and Tommy are confident you’ll be fine so I’m not too worried. Things down at the docs should be clearing up soon.” He smiled at you, the more you settled down the more you began to get sleepy again. You were afraid to be unconscious again, who knows who would happen.

“If you doze off, I’ll stay right here, promise.” He said in a knowing voice.

You knew that he would keep you safe and he took your hand giving it a squeeze, then you fell asleep again. You had weird dreams that you couldn’t quite pin down. You felt John get up, letting go of your hand and you jolted awake.

“What’s wrong?” You said trying to get your vision in focus.

“Nothings wrong, love. I'm here” Your whole body relaxed at the sound of his voice. Tommy’s thumb stroked your cheekbone, and you had to hold back tears. “The girls are fine, little Charlie’s trying to help Esme and Polly with them.” You nodded but then noticed that while his face was clean there were red stains on the collar of his shirt.

“We still in trouble?”

“Troubles just started, love.” he said and let out a tired sigh. You both rested for a moment before the nurse came through and explained everything that happened and how by some miracle you were alive and should make a complete recovery. Tommy dismissed the nurses insisting he be the one to help you get ready to leave. He slowly helped you change into a set of comfortable clothes he’d brought from home.

His patience wore out with the slow pace you set moving away from the bed. He scooped you up into his arms and carried you out.

By the end of the night you had two babes on your chest comfortably propped up in your bed. Tommy explained everything that was happening and you gave some thoughtful suggestions, things didn't look good out there in the rest of the world but you really couldn't bring yourself to care.

“What shall we name them eh?” You said changing the subject to a lighter topic.

“I’d like to name one after Polly.” Tommy said thoughtfully.

“Polly and Esme then? Esme’s got one of her girls already named after Ada” Tommy only laughed.

“Little Esme and Polly. God help us.”

[justafairytailofinnocence]

If you are comfortable writing smut and have time I would like to once more request Jasper Hale x female human girlfriend reader where she is in the kitchen and he comes in and hugs her from behind and they end up having some private time and they get interrupted by one of the Cullens. If you have time and if you are willing to give it a should of course.

Hello dear💖, thanks for your request.

Jasper x human reader👧🦇

Kitchen delights🍰

Warning: NSFW

Y/n was busy in the kitchen making a salad with Esme “Guess I’m good at making salads” y/n smiled. Y/n wasn’t a vampire yet, she believed if Bella had the choice, then she could live her life as a human. Living as a human isn’t as bad, it means you get the freedom in life to breath and feel things. Carlisle had warned y/n of the vampiric life style, once you turn you can’t go back. You would live off blood and you will be stuck as the age your turned.

Jasper walked into the kitchen “hey darlin”, y/n looked up and smiled “Hello cowboy”. Y/n held her gaze upon Jaspers, his auburn eyes were staring warmly into hers. “Hey y/n, if you keep making the salad, it should be good, I’ll be right back” Esme excited the room, she didn’t want to ruin the moment, she gave the two of you privacy.

Jasper sped up behind y/n, his soft cold lips softly kissed her neck “making salad are ya’”. Y/n could feel the soft pecks of Jaspers lips, every inch he would kiss her skin. Y/n began to quiver as he slowly moved his hands down her chest. “J-Jasper not now” y/n slowly mutter, she felt the coldness of his hands touch her chest.

“Oh Jasper” y/n moaned; his auburn eyes slowly close as he tries to kiss further down your neck. Y/n’s hands slowly moved up to her shirt, she wanted to take it off, that was until-

“Hey guys, don’t mind me” y/n stopped hearing a masculine voice, “Damn it Emmett” Jasper scowled. “Woah bro, calm down, it’s not like I haven’t done it as well” Emmett smiled trying to make light of the situation. Jasper felt embarrassed to say the least “hey y/n, how was it, did you get to 3rd base” Emmett laughed.

“Shut up Emmett” y/n replied, she walked off with an annoyed expression, Emmett sat back and laughed while Jasper had planned to kill him later.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta✨

[aquanova99]

Even Gods can Bleed

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A/N: This is definitely more of a backstory but it does have some cute Amun x OC moments. This is a new series in defense of one of my favorite vamps I hope everyone is okay with it. I will be changing canon just a wee bit because...well because I can. Benjamin and Tia will be siblings and he will be canonically aged at 15

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A/N: another note this was inspired by @heartrise because she’s my sounding board lately and she’s incredible thank you

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Summary: Amun has been against a confrontation with the volturi from the start. He is known to have avoided the last war involving his coven, his reasoning was never told to even Carlisle. Will history repeat itself?

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 The air was still, as unmoving as they were. It was a rare day for the weather to be overcast. The heat still clung to the skin of the people walking around, he wondered if they appreciated the freedom of not having to hide their existence. How simple to be a human. How ignorant. Not the faintest idea that on the wrong day they could be dead in seconds. Not even the strongest among them would be able to escape. The weather had permitted him to step outside, not far from his home. He wouldn’t dare risk that, a garden of sorts right next to their hidden dwelling. Still, there were days when the coven decided to enjoy the weather. The sun still felt warm on his cheeks, with no worry about he himself overheating from the intense heat. A small perk to eternal life, he supposed.

 Kebi smelled them first. More of their kind, unwelcome visitors, “Amun, Mut.” They had already shared a look before Mut ushered the “children” inside. They walked among the humans, they were acquaintances. No, they were unwelcome guests. Coming unannounced could only means they felt unsafe to call. Unless they broke the rules, there was no reason to feel that way. Mut rushed back into the garden, nodding at her sister. Kebi flitted away to meet them.

 “Amun…”

 “I know, my love.”

 ……Mut hesitated “I should go with them.”

 “No, they will be fine. We don’t want to appear.. suspicious.”

 “You have a lot of faith, husband. They grow restless.” Mut quieted her voice. Amun knew she was right, she often was. He was more surprised she didn’t argue that they should be included in the conversation. It was one of the more contentious points of their relationship. If she wasn’t fighting for Benjamin and Tia to stick around, then the situation seemed strange to her as well. The pair met with an indifferent Kebi coldly greeting their guests. Mut interlocked hands with her to lead her away and the pair stood behind Amun.

“Come sister,” Mut chimed in, she smiled softly towards her mate as she turned. The Cullens could sense the message though she had said nothing towards them.

 Leave.

You are not welcome.

 They didn’t need Edward to understand what all three of them were thinking.

 “Amun. Its been a long time.”

 “And yet, it is clear you are not here for a social visit. Lets skip the formalities Carlisle. What is it you want?”

 Mut surveyed the traveling couple. Carlisle and Esme. Old acquaintances. Or at least Carlisle had been, the former look exhausted. The centuries of the inability to sleep seemed somehow etched on his face. It aged him. The woman they had known to be cheerful, almost naïve in their prior meetings, had a look in her eyes Amun and Mut had only seen in each other a handful of times. She looked like a mother. A worried one. A mother who was about to risk her life for her child. Amun instinctively took a half a step back, he was not willing to risk his family right now. Mut stepped forward placing a hand on Amuns back for a second to take over some of the anxiety in the room.

 “Before we start Carlisle why don’t we sit somewhere more comfortable?” Kebi got the hint and led them towards the living area, Mut turned around raising her eyebrow slightly, Amun nodded away her worry and she quickly followed behind Kebi. Amun followed the group. The Egyptian coven remained silent once everyone had sat, waiting for the bad news that was sure to follow.

 “I suppose there no getting around it hm? Edwar—our son, he somewhat made a mistake.”

 “You can’t somewhat make a mistake Carlisle, did he or did not?” Mut was losing her patience, quickly.

 “He didn’t.” Esme interjected, “It’s a miracle really. We are all so lucky… but things were taken out of context.”

 “Please…continue.” Amun squeezed Mut’s hand as he began to speak, avoiding eye contact.

 “Edward, he—he got his mate pregnant.”

 “That’s…what? Impossible! a vampire cannot conceive a child.” Amun and Mut stared at the usually neutral, Kebi, and then back at each other before getting their thoughts together.

 “His mate was a human when-“

 “That is enough.” Amun stood up, Mut and Kebi followed him as left the room

 “Amun please.”

 “I am sorry but we cannot help you Carlisle whatever it is your son has or has not done. We are done here.”

 “We wouldn’t be asking if it wasn’t important.”

 “You must go.”

 Mut heard them millisecond too late, the giggling and footsteps arriving, the water rising well above their heads and beautifully molding itself to the intricate designs of their home, “I would like to hear about it. Amun never lets me meet his friends.”

 “I cant imagine why.” Carlisle responded sarcastically. Amun was frozen. There weren’t many people who knew about Benjamin and his sister, Tia.

 “That’s because he doesn’t have any.” Mut joked to lighten the situation. Worrying her adopted children was out of the question. Benjamin was stretching the truth a bit. But this was a sore spot for everyone. The two younger vampires yearned for complete freedom. Mut and Kebi agree they should be less restrictive. But every time the conversation comes around, Amun has the equivalent of a panic attack. Even now, he had gone completely silent. Carlisle suddenly saw the answer to their problems in Benjamin.

 “Believe me I know how it sounds but it would be best to see for yourself. We would never ask you to fight on our behalf but if you could come see—“ he seemed to to struggle to find the best phrase, the words most likely to make a difference, “their daughter… you will see she is different than an immortal child. She grows every day. All we’re asking is for you to see the truth.”

  “It seems you give us little choice Carlisle.” Mut stated, “You may leave, we will make a decision tonight. But you have outstayed your welcome.”

 “Please, the volturi—” Esme began pleading but the ones experienced had heard enough.

 “If the volturi have made a decision, it will make little difference what our opinions are. This is no longer a suggestion. Get. Out.” Mut’s voice was steel. Benjamin and Tia shrunk back. This was not a voice they had heard from her, the delivery was low but threatening. No one would have heard anything, still it made her seem terrifying. Amun seemed to snap out of his daze momentarily to come up behind his mate.

 He gently rested his hand on the arch in her back, “I believe my mate has made herself clear. We will discuss this tonight, if we decide to go then we shall see you back in Washington. Goodbye.”

 Esme tugged on his hand looking at Carlisle with eyes expecting him to keep fighting. Carlisle stared back and nodded. Esme sighed and they disappeared from the home.

“So… are we actually discussing this or was that for fun?” Kebi broke the silence in the air first

 “No.”

 “Yes.”

 Tia and Benjamin watched as Amun and Mut spoke at the same time.

 “My love, why on earth would we help them?”

 “I’ll be honest, I’m curious. Are you not? Besides we do not have to see the volturi. If we really want we can call their secretaries and tell them what we saw. Aro will not check every witness and Carlisle has many friends.”

 “If they intend to fight it wont matter what the truth is.”

 “I suppose that’s true.” Mut turned to Kebi and the two younger vampires, “I think we all need to take a couple hours. We can talk more in a little bit.” She tugged at Amuns hand and the two retreated to their room. Making sure to speak as quietly as she could to where Benjamin and Tia wouldn’t be able to make out their words.

“I want to see him.”

 “No.”

 “Amun. You need to talk to him.”

 “I cannot, I couldn’t even go to Volterra with you and Kebi when Tia was turned.”

 “If you don’t talk to him and something happens in that fight, you will never forgive yourself.” Amun looked away, his jaw clenched at the daughter of the war that ruined their lives, “Benjamin and Tia both need to see more of the world anyway. They can make their own choice.”

 “Do you remember the last time one of our children wanted to fight?”

 “It was her choice. Just like it should be theirs. It is their life.”

 The vampire had only come to the Egypt to deliver a message but even then it was clear to many of them that this one was more powerful than anyone in their own coven. The news made everyone uneasy. The Romanian coven had been defeated. The same coven that had forced all of the nomads near Egypt to band together or face possible decimation alone. The humans had made their own stories. They were divided on what to do, but there was tiny God advocating to fight. Why should they give up their power. The humans knew what they were and there was little protest. Amun and his wife, Mut feared what would happen. Horus, Set were vocal in their thoughts to fight back. They wanted to prove their strength. Unfortunately, Sekhmet agreed. The Goddess the humans had labeled the Goddess of War was now, living up to her name. The day seemed to drag as the coven waited for the newcomers arrival, the volturi. It seemed to drag to everyone except Amun and Mut. There wasn’t enough time.

 “Please come with us.” Mut begged

 “Daughter, you know we stand no chance.” Amun reasoned.

 “So, the plan is we do nothing?”

 “The plan is to survive. We are not the only ones not participating.”

 “Yes, yes Osisris and Isis.” Annoyance clear as day in the young vampires voice. The already proud vampire had been given an ego boost from the praise she had come to receive

 “And Tawaret?”

 “Father please. We shouldn’t just give up our land.”

 “They said they weren’t taking our territory, they just want us to stop being seen from the humans. What makes you think we can do better than the romanians?”

 “Fine. We stay here until the dispute is settled.”

 Curiosity killed the cat. But what she found didn’t bring it back. Sekhmet grew impatient. Pacing for hours. She screamed at Amun, calling him a coward. Mut pleaded for her to understand why they thought it was best to not fight unnecessarily before she lashed out at her too. Kebi finally had enough.

“If you want to go, then go. No one is stopping you. It’s a suicide mission, even you can see that.”

 “Ptah…” Sekhmet whimpered, Amun and Mut trained their eyes on her again. Kebi growled as she rolled her eyes at the mere mention of his name. He was known to be the god of healing. A side effect of an unfortunate human seeing him put himself back together after picking a fight with Khonshu. He was insufferable to everyone but Sekhmet. Sekhmet was young, reckless. She couldn’t see Ptah more or less just enjoyed the attention. They could live an eternity, there was little anyone could say to try and stop the infatuation. Ptah was too old for her, she was barely older than a child. She had only been changed because Mut had seen the poor girl starving, barely able to move. She remembers begging her husband or sister to help. Her husband conceded, his own heart aching at the sight of the helpless child. Sekhmet was young but cunning enough to see that her parents and aunt were not budging.

 “I am really sorry Kebi.” The sound of Kebi’s arms shattering sent Mut into a panic. The pair rushed toward their crying sister and Sekhmet turned running towards the battle, hoping to at least take one of those arrogant vampires down.

That was the last time Amun and Mut saw their daughter alive. They arrived too late. The humans were rampant; screaming, sobbing and going into hiding, not that it did them any good. Smoke filled the air, making difficult for even them to see and breathe. Though they were never sure if it was the smoke or the guilt and desperation that made them choke up. At least three pyres were burning as the sun set on what started on a regular day. Amun and his mate had arrived seconds, seconds after the last body was thrown into the fire. They froze as they saw Sekhmets eyes staring back at them, an apology dying on her lips that they would never hear. Had they ran farther maybe she would have avoided the fight… had they been faster maybe they would have arrived in time to intercept her…questions like this would plague Amun and his mate for the rest of eternity, all they could see was tiny Sekhmet, her face temporally frozen in a state of fear as she realized her efforts would be wasted.

 Aro interceded before Caius tried to destroy them too. The grief was something unlike anything Aro had felt before. It overwhelmed him. Marcus saw the bonds himself, strong enough to warn Caius about them. As soon as he understood why the pair looked so crazed he softened. Aro explained what happened throughout the fight, even the warning they had offered to Sekhmet, but she had proven to be quite capable even to their best fighter, he also apologized and said he would leave them be so long as they adhered to the new rules. Amun had been holding his sobbing mate. Her body doubled over, he himself struggling to hold his composure as he knelt beside her. Aro said little else, this new coven that had so mercilessly destroyed their own, showed them a mercy they weren’t expecting.

 Still for centuries after, everytime Amun closed his eyes he saw his daughter staring back at him.

 “Amun?” It had been ages, him and his mate had traveled enough that she had grown tired of her name, changing and cutting ties with that part of her past. Another event would cause her to change her name again, leaving her with what people knew her as now. Amun meanwhile was dissociating, a byproduct of his grief that still occasionally showed itself.

 “Hm?”

 “They will want to go. Whether or not we follow we will not be able to stop them.”

 “I know. I refuse to make the same mistake.”

 “Agreed, it wont happen again.”

 “No, never again.”

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[dangerousstrawberryshark]

Mr. and Mr. Cullen

Carlisle Cullen x Husband Male Reader.

For @marilynmonroefanfics. Your sexy vamp-daddy. ( ⓛ ω ⓛ *)

Warning: mention of slavery, mention of depression

What they said: I just want some Carlisle and M/n Cullen caring for their children. Also, imagine them going to a parent-teacher conference and the people just gagging at how beautiful, caring, and sweet Carlisle's husband is.

M/n: Male name

L/n: Last name

Word count: 1984

Disclaimer: I have never watched Twilight, so my knowledge is slim! Esme also won't be in this fic! But I still hope you enjoy it! Sorry if it's bad.

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You were standing at the window just looking outside. The dead trees and the gray sky were noticeable, it was going to rain since its Washington.

Sometimes you wonder, "how did this all happen?" You'll look at your hands and see how pale it is and your thirst for blood. Something you never experienced before.

It all started 213 years ago when you met the man, who would be with you for eternity. The man who made you feel complete on. The man who is now your husband.

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FLASHBACK (1808)

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You were sitting a the tavern in New Orleans. Just drinking away your problems. The city was recently brought from France for $15 million, doubling the size of the US.

Some people are venturing out into the newly gained territory. Well, that's what you hear, you don't know if it's true because they're all drunk. The natives would most likely kill them.

From all, you could see was white people with their slaves. The whole slavery thing disgusting. You didn't own any slaves since you didn't need to but also because you saw them as humans, they deserve the right of freedom.

Sometimes you would see their kids auction off to an unknown fate, some getting hanged for defying the masters, and other things.

This was the dark reality you live in...

But then out of the corner of your eye, you see a very pale man, and he looks like he hasn't slept in years. In your opinion, he was kind of hot and good-looking.

You looked away before hiding your face. You didn't want anyone to see you got fluster over a man. You didn't know what would happen if anyone discovers you're gay.

Present you: No one was gay back then or at least that's what you think.

The said man notice you and began to walk towards you. You didn't notice him at first until he pulls a chair from beside you, and sat down. Now you were even more nervous.

"Hey?" you heard a deep but caring voice right next to you. 'what do I DO? WHAT DO I DO??!?!' sirens began going off. You didn't want to be rude and not respond, but you didn't want to embarrass yourself.

"Uhh, hola-" you quickly stopped and just looked away. 'Shit! Can't believe that happen!'

Carlisle chuckled and smiled at your embarrassed and blushing face. 'Humans are funny.' "Don't be nervous, I'm not gonna bite. Anyways, what's your name?"

you mostly stay to yourself not wanting to be involved with other people or even communicate with them. But something about him made you want to come out of your shell.

"I'm... M/n? M/n... L/n." you hesitantly respond. "Well, nice to meet M/n. I'm Carlisle, Carlisle Cullen." The hot guy said with a charming smile.

You just looked at him and wondered, 'how do say that?' "Uhh... not to be rude but... how do you say your name?" You said with a cheeky smile while scratching your head.

"I knew you were going to say that. It's pronounced Car-lyle." You nodded your head. "So wanna get to know each other?" Carlisle offered, you nodded your head with a smile.

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Timeskip (1810)

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Ever since you meant Carlisle, both of you clicked. It was weird to you but to Carlisle, you were his mate. You and Carlisle were destined to be together for eternity.

You didn't know this, you just thought he was listening to your every problem. You told him everything and your problems. You told him how your suffering from depression and things like that.

It was May 20, 1810, the day you want to end it all. You didn't want to do this but your inner demons kept taunting you. You felt you were going insane.

You saw your reflection in the lake's water. The sounds of birds chirping, the leaves on the trees, and the sounds of mosquitos. Those annoying flies. You didn't sense anyone staring at you from afar. Carlisle was watching the whole thing.

You took a deep breath before jumping. The lake was deep and you didn't know how to swim, so this made things easier. You didn't struggle and just let it happen.

Carlisle's eyes widen and quickly took action. He didn't want to lose his mate. He used his super-speed and dived in. You sank down deep and lost consciousness.

Carlisle pulled you out and took you back to his place.

You regain consciousness and looked around. You were on a white silk bed and the room looked richly appointed. "Why did you do that?" you heard his voice again.

You didn't want to respond until you felt the bed sink in. Carlisle lifted your chin. "Let me repeat myself... Why did you do that?" you never noticed how cold his hands were. Carlisle still had his eyes on you, waiting for a response.

You couldn't hold back the tears anymore and started crying. Carlisle may be a vampire but he still had compassion. He pulled you for a hug and you just cried on his shoulder.

After crying on his shoulder for 5 minutes Carlisle gave you an offer. Something that could change your life forever. "I can take all this pain away if you be with me for eternity."

You looked at him with confusion wondering how he's going to fix everything. "How can you fix this?" you looked at him trying to look away but he had a firm grip on you. 'Never knew he was this strong.'

Carlisle opened his mouth to reveal sharps fangs that kind of look like a saber tooth tiger that died a long time ago. For some reason, you weren't fazed by this. "Believe it or not... I'm not really human. My life changed in 1663 when I was turned into this."

Carlisle never talked about his past or where he was from but you assumed he was from Great Britain because of his British accent. "What are you then?... If you're not human."

Carlisle hesitated before responding. "Like I said, I'm not human. I'm part of a different species... vampire." you never knew what the term vampire means but you know it was European folklore and panic broke out in the Serbian countryside.

"Vampire? So how would that help me?" you didn't seem that shocked or scared which surprised Carlisle himself. "Well... It works by turning you. But I have to say two things. One, are you fine with me doing it. And two, do you love me?"

You gave Carlisle your full consent on the first one but the second... you did love him. "I do... love you." You mumble the last part but Carlisle had heightened senses.

Carlisle smiled before speaking about what he truly feels. "I feel the same way. Ever since we met at the bar, I knew you were my mate for eternity." You just accepted and nodded your head.

I mean you get to be with the man you loved for eternity.

You laid back down with Carlisle inching closer to your neck. You feel his cold finger touch your skin before it pulled away. You tilted your neck a little more to give better access.

"Mnmnmn." You felt Carlisle's fangs sink into your skin as he dumped the venom. You feel him pull back before diving back in. You feel the venom coursing through your veins. Your heart stopped beating as a result but you didn't die. Your skin began to turn pale, Carlisle watched as you turned into a vampire.

You opened your eyes after it was done. You looked at your hands and arms, they're pale. You looked around and you see things you couldn't see before.

Suddenly you felt parched. Carlisle gave you blood to drive. "Here drink this. Water won't do." You took the drink and drank. Your thirst had been satisfied.

"You're so beautiful. I can't wait to spend eternity with you." You smiled at him before pulling him for a kiss.

"Your new name is M/n Cullen."

(Again I never watched twilight so I don't know how it feels or how to describe the transformation!!)

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FLASHBACK OVER

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Suddenly you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist and the chin of someone rest on your shoulder. "What you think?" you knew that voice from anywhere.

"Just the time when I met you... that's all." you turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck. Carlisle moved his arms to your waist and pulled you in for a little kiss.

He pulled away before saying, "We can't get carried away, remember we have to go to the parent-teacher conference. We can have fun when we get home." ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

"Oh yeah, totally forgot about that! Well, let me get ready." Carlisle nodded his head before walking out to let you dress.

After 10 minutes you were ready to go. You walk downstairs to see Jasper, Alice, Edward, Emmett, and Rosalie ready. Bella was also here, she was standing Edward. You're glad he found someone but the way he...... how do you put it...

Watching her sleep? Yeah, you kind of don't agree with that but as long as he is happy. "Is everyone ready?" everyone nodded. "Alright, let's go."

Everyone began to pile up in the car. You and Carlisle took the front while the others were in the back. To be honest, you were kind of nervous. Nobody has ever since you only your family know. Everyone knows who Carlisle is since he's the town's best doctor.

"Don't worry M/n. Everything is going to alright." You nodded your head and just stared at the window watching the trees go by and the occasional car driving by.

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Timeskip (30 minutes)

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After the 30 minutes drive, y'all finally arrived at Forks Highschool. Everyone stopped to look. Mostly because the Cullens look like celebrities. The kids got out first then Carlisle.

You inhaled and exhaled. Carlisle opened the door for you. You stepped out and stood beside Carlisle. Everyone had a shocked face, no one has ever seen Mrs.- Mr. Cullen.

You could hear the whispers from the parents and gossip from the girls who are obsessed with the sexy doctor. You receive some nice looks from the majority of the people there.

"Ah, welcome Mr. and Mr. Cullen! Please proceed to the auditorium for the conference." the headmaster, Harold Greene said.

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Timeskip (after the conference)

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After the conference, many of the parents were talking to the teacher talking about how their kids were doing. You were just chatting with the other parents while Carlisle was talking to the headmaster about something.

The parents admired you for being beautiful, caring, and sweet. Carlisle is lucky to have a husband like you. "M/n! We gotta go!" You nodded your head, said goodbye to the parents, and walked to Carlisle.

"So, how did it go?" Carlisle asked. "It went well actually." you gave him a smile before pecking him on the lips. "Come on, we're leaving!" the other Cullens followed back to the car and drove back home in the woods.

You're glad about being a Cullen. Just you and Carlisle. Mr. and Mr. Cullen.

THE END

[thatfanficstuff]

Her Three Kings - Chapter Ten

A Volturi Kings x ofc story

Warnings: um...feelings

A/N: a bit of a filler but important.

Two weeks passed much faster than she liked. When she wasn’t spending as much time as possible with her family, she was texting the kings or getting to know the four guards they’d sent to watch over her. According to Carlisle, they had sent their top guards. Felix was a mountain of a man. Not only was he bulky, he was tall. She felt so small beside him. Demetri had spiky dirty blonde hair and a cheeky smile. He seemed to always have a look that said he was up to something.

Jane and Alec were twins and very young. Too young to be vampires anyway. Aro had apparently saved them after their village burned them at the stake. Lily couldn’t even imagine how horrifying that must have been. She didn’t blame the twins at all for being a little standoffish compared to the other two guards. Carlisle said a lot of the guard feared them because of their powers and they had always been a little distant because of that.

Liliana was currently packing up the last of her boxes as the guard would be there soon to collect her and all of her belongings. The kings had told her to bring anything she wished as they had a private jet and plenty of room. While she was taking a lot, she was leaving just as much. She intended to be back often to visit and didn’t see the point in hauling stuff back and forth.

A throat cleared behind her and she turned in surprise to find her family standing behind her. “What’s up guys?” she asked.

“You forgot some things,” Edward said stepping forward to hand her something.

It took her a moment to realize that it was one of his favorite sweaters. Before she could even comment, Emmett, Carlisle and Jasper all stepped forward and handed her one of their own. Tears sprung to her eyes. She was always stealing their sweaters and hoodies. Now they were giving her some to take with her so she could have them with her. “Thank you,” she said softly, but knew they’d heard. She placed them in a nearly empty box that was on her bed.

When she turned back to face them, Esme stepped forward with a soft smile. She handed her a beautiful, heavy quilt with hand stitching and rich, burgundy velveteen and rose patterned fabric. Lily started to unfold it and Esme stopped her. “Save it for your first night alone. Then open it and look at it.”

Lily frowned in confusion but nodded and packed the blanket away with the sweaters. “Thank you, Esme. It’s lovely.”

Alice handed her a wrapped box with a grin. “You’ll look amazing in it but save it for when you need to feel like a badass.”

She didn’t even question Alice anymore. Lily merely nodded and added it to the box. When Rosalie stepped forward, Lily shook her head. “You guys didn’t need to give me stuff, you know. This isn’t forever, and I already know you love me.”

“Hush,” Rosalie said and tossed her a set of keys. “I had it delivered to Volterra. I wanted you to have your own car. Your own freedom.”

Lily blinked. “You bought me a car?” She honestly wasn’t sure why she was surprised. They’d always been rather extravagant with their gifts.

Rose frowned. “Of course, I did.”

Lily’s lips twitched in amusement. “Well, thank you.” She looked over her family and oh, how her heart hurt to leave them. And the feeling was mutual if the tears in their own eyes were anything to go by. “I have to confess that I got you guys some things as well but I snuck them into your rooms when you weren’t looking.” By the time she finished her shrug they were all gone, having dashed to their respective rooms. She chuckled and closed up the box her family had just helped her fill.

She made her way to Edward’s room first and found him staring at the painting she’d given him. The two of them had found an exquisite meadow filled with flowers during their explorations of their new home. They’d spent the whole day there together just talking and spending time with one another. She’d recreated her own version of that beautiful meadow, making sure it fit in with the rest of his room. “If you don’t like it, you don’t have to put it up.”

He turned as if she’d startled him which she found hard to believe. She couldn’t sneak up on anyone in this house. He looked back to the painting. “No. I love it. I’m just trying to figure out how you managed to capture the feeling of that day so well. You have this amazing abstract style yet I always know what you’re painting and there’s always so much emotion in it. You amaze me Lily.”

She’d come to stand beside him and he wrapped an arm around her shoulders before kissing the top of her head. “Seriously, I love it. Thank you.”

Lily turned to give him a proper hug. “You’re welcome, Eddie. I’m going to miss you. So much.”

“I’m going to miss you, too, little sister. But we’ve got phones and email and visits. Don’t think because you’re going to Volterra that you’re getting rid of us.”

“I love you, Eddie,” she said softly before giving him one more squeeze.

“I love you too, Lils.”

Her next stop was Alice and Jasper. Jasper was staring at the window while Alice sat on the bed clutching a tablet to her chest. Venom tears flooded her eyes. She stood when Lily walked into the room. “When did you do this? How did I not know?”

Lily smiled at the pixie. She had put all of Alice’s fashion designs into a program on the tablet and categorized them so she could search them easily. She included any notes Alice had made and pictures of the finished product if there was one. “I’ve actually been working on it forever. It was going to be your Christmas present, but I had it done and Christmas is such a long way away.”

Alice gave her a look. “It’s literally like 6 weeks, Lily.”

“Too far away.”

Alice threw her arms around Lily and squeezed until Lily reminded her that she had to breathe. “I’m going to miss you. So much.”

“I’ll miss you too, Ali.”

Alice finally released her and pushed her toward Jasper. “I’ll give you a minute.” She ran from the room with a squeal. “Esme, look what Lily did for me.”

Lily smiled and walked over to Jasper. She stood beside him and leaned against his side. “Hey, Cowboy.”

He wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “Princess.”

“Did you get your presents?”

He nodded and licked his lips. “Why did I get two?”

She nudged his side. “One’s for you and one’s for the Major. You should have figured that out.” Lily had put together an album full of pictures of her and Jasper and Alice for him. She had also found a Civil War journal that mentioned Major Jasper Whitlock. She couldn’t pass it up.

“No one has ever accepted the Major as readily as you. You didn’t even flinch the first time he made an appearance.” His voice was quiet, soft.

“He’d never hurt me. I know that. I have no reason to fear him or you. Besides, he’s an excellent teacher.” Jasper had trained with Lily both when her and John had stayed with them and after she came to live with them permanently. Occasionally, the Major would make an appearance. He was a much harsher task master, but she never failed to learn something from him.

He tugged her around so he held her in a proper hug. “I’m not sure what I’m going to do without you, Darlin’.”

“You’re going to think about your little sister kicking ass in Volterra. And we’re still going to do book club. There’s no reason we can’t Skype and talk about it.”

He kissed the top of her head. “Love you.”

“I love you, too, Jazzy.” She released him reluctantly, but she had more goodbyes to say and she was running out of time.

Rose and Emmett weren’t the sentimental type so Lily had given them gifts they could use to distract themselves while she was gone. When she stepped into their room, Emmett was playing the new handheld videogame she’d bought him and Rose was watching him. Lily crawled into the bed and nestled in between them. Rose laid her head on the girl’s shoulder and grasped her hand. Emmett kissed her head but kept playing his game.

“Thank you for the parts, Lils. I’m not even going to ask how you found them or how you knew I needed them.” Rose loved working on cars. It was her thing. Lily had bought her some parts she needed for her current project. They’d been hard to find as Rose wanted the actual factory part, but Lily’s digging had paid off. And now Rose could busy herself in the garage instead of thinking about Lily being gone.

“I figured the best thing for you guys was to keep you busy. Emmett, I’ll make sure to get set up so we can game together when I get there.”

“Hell yeah, little bear,” Emmett exclaimed, pausing his game so he could give her a side hug and another kiss to her head.

Lily shook her head and leaned into Rose. “I’m gonna miss you, Rosie. More than you can possibly imagine.”

“I’m going to miss you too, baby girl. If you want to come home, just call and I’m there. I’ll bust you out if I have to,” Rose told her sister.

“I appreciate the thought, but best not be talking about busting anything of the Volturi’s just yet.” Lily patted the legs of both vampires. “I have to go say bye to Esme and Carlisle.”

“Yeah, you should go,” Rose agreed with a little smirk that had Lily frowning at her.

She shook it off and went to her parents’ room. Carlisle sat in a chair flipping through the book she’d gotten him. It was an old handwritten journal of the medicinal properties of plants. There were even hand drawn illustrations. Aro had helped her find it when she told him what she was looking for. Apparently Carlisle liked it, as he didn’t even look up when she walked in.

Esme sat on the edge of the bed, her brow furrowed in thought. Lily grinned. “I’m sorry, momma. I sort of hid yours.” She walked over to Esme’s jewelry box and pulled out the necklace she got her. Walking back over, she handed it to her. It was a heart shaped locket with Mom and some flowers etched on the front. It opened several times to show pictures of the entire family.

Esme wrapped her arms around her and sniffed. “Thank you so much, Lily. I love you, baby. This will always be your home. You know that.”

Lily wiped the tears from her eyes as she stepped back. “I know. I’m going to miss you both so much.”

Esme glanced at Carlisle who smiled. “I’m afraid you’re not getting rid of me just yet, sweetheart.”

Lily’s brow furrowed in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

He lifted a bag from the bed. “I thought I’d travel with you and make sure you get settled in your new home.”

Lily just looked at him as her heart raced. He was going with her?

“I won’t stay very long, but I thought you might appreciate an old friend until you make some new ones.” He’d barely gotten the sentence out before Lily launched herself at him and wrapped her arms around his neck. He hugged her back and rubbed a hand along her spine when she started to cry softly. “Shh. It’s okay, sweetheart. All of this will work out just fine. I promise.”

[raindancer2004]

A life for a life

Word Count: 2,542 Felix x OC Oneshot Warnings: Angst, fluff

December 31st – Confrontation of Renesmee

Once it had been declared that Renesmee is not an immortal child, Irina was ripped apart and burned for providing a false allegation to the Kings.

Alice shows Aro a vision of what will happen if he decides to fight the Cullens and the Wolves “Now you know, that’s your future…unless you decide on anther course” “We cannot alter our course, the child still poses a great threat” Caius says to Aro “What if she can remain hidden from the human world, can we go in peace?” Edward asks “Of course, but that cannot be known” Caius replies “Actually it can” Edward cuts him off as Nahuel and Huilen break through the tree line and walk towards the Volturi. “I have been searching for witnesses of my own…” Caius cuts Alice off “We have enough witnesses” “Let him speak brother” Aro says, silencing Caius. “I am like the child, half human / half vampire. A vampire seduced my mother, who died giving birth to me. My aunt Huilen raised me as her own. I made her immortal” Nahuel advises everyone. They learn that Nahuel can survive on both blood and human food and after seven years he became full grown and hasn’t changed since.  

Aro appears convinced all is well, and there’s no danger in allowing Renesmee to live. However, Edward reads Caius’ mind and discovers he isn’t as convinced as Aro and without thinking he trades Renesmee’s life / freedom for that of Bella’s sister. “If we traded you Felix’s mate for Renesmee’s life would you allow us to leave and live in peace?” Edward asks looking at Caius. “What? I don’t have a mate” Felix says looking confused “You do, you just haven’t met her” Edward replies “And you have?” Felix retorts “Yes actually. Her name is Annabelle, she’s Bella’s sister” Alice answers this time and shock washes over everyone’s faces. “We would need to confirm that they are mates first” Caius replies, Edward nods “You can meet her today, she’s at home.” Caius looks at his brothers for a moment, before glancing over at Felix, who still looks shocked and nodded at Edward.

“Does your sister know about vampires?” Aro asks curiously “She found out recently, but it couldn’t be helped” Bella replied, Caius glared at them “You like breaking that basic law of ours, don’t you Edward?” “Actually, I let it slip” Alice interjected, smiling at Aro “That’s quite alright my dear, no harm done really. She was due to find out anyway, given that she is Felix’s mate” Aro replied with a smile, Caius rolled his eyes.

Aro sent the majority of the guards back to the plane, keeping Demetri, Felix and the twins with him, Caius and Marcus. “How do you feel about meeting your mate after centuries of being alone?” Demetri asked low “I should be happy, I know…but this doesn’t seem right D. This isn’t how I thought I’d meet her.” Demetri nodded and sympathised with his friend because he too didn’t agree that this was the ideal way to meet one’s mate.

“You know she is not going to be happy with either of you for doing this” Alice says looking at Edward and Bella. “My daughter’s life was on the line. What was I meant to do?” Edward replied “Oh I don’t know, maybe not trade in Annabelle’s life” Jasper pointed out “She’s innocent in all this and you’ve just handed her over to them like it’s nothing” Rosalie added, sounding a little upset. “They’re mates! They were bound to meet sometime” Edward shouts “This isn’t the best way though is it son?” Carlisle asks “And Bella, you’re awfully quiet, what do you think of Edward’s deal?” Tanya called out “It had to be done” Bella replied. “Let’s hope your sister is more loyal than you are” Tanya responded.

Carlisle motioned for Felix to approach him, Aro nodded and walked alongside him towards Carlisle and Esme “Everything ok Carlisle?” Aro asked “Yes, I just wanted to give Felix some advice” Esme replied low, Felix nodded “Be patient with her, she hasn’t known about our world for long and is likely to be upset, angry even at this situation” She added “I understand” Felix replied with a nod.

Bella and Edward go inside the Swan house to speak with Annabelle and tell her what they did and all hell breaks loose. The three Kings and the four elite guards stood in the back garden of the Swan house listening to the conversation between Bella, Edward and Annabelle, Caius finding the girl intriguing…for a human.

“You traded my life for hers? How dare you? You had no right!” Annabelle screams at Edward “They would have killed her…” Bella tries to explain “THAT’S NOT MY PROBLEM!” Annabelle interrupts loudly “You don’t understand...” Bella tries again “NO! YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND. I’M NOT GOING!” Annabelle screams “YOU DON’T HAVE A CHOICE!” Edward shouts back “ONLY BECAUSE YOU TOOK THAT AWAY FROM ME! YOU HAD NO RIGHT!” Annabelle continues to scream at Edward “I have a life; I have things I want to do with my life and being mated to a vampire is not part of my life plan. So, the deal is off!” Annabelle goes to walk away but Bella grabs her “OW!” Annabelle screams “He’s outside waiting for you. You leave tonight” Bella said, nodding towards the back yard and keeping hold of her sister’s arm “You need to go pack” Bella adds. Annabelle pulls her arm free of Bella’s hold and walks to the living room “I don’t care what deal that ginger prick and my sister made, but I am not coming with you. They had no right to trade my life for their daughter’s” Annabelle shouts, knowing they can hear her.

“I will not make her come with us by force. It isn’t fair to her or me” Felix says looking at the Kings “The mate bond doesn’t work that way my dear boy. You know that” Marcus says softly “I haven’t actually seen her; we’ve not actually met one another so there is no bond in play” Felix replies, Marcus turns to look at him “So you’re telling me you don’t feel a pull towards her...seeing as you’re in such close proximity to one another?”  “Not really…but that might be due to her…reaction to the news” Felix replied, sounding unsure of himself, Marcus shook his head “We’ll see.”

“If you don’t go with him now, you’ll end like how I was when Edward left me” Bella said “No I won’t. I haven’t actually met him. I can’t miss someone I don’t know, genius” Annabelle retorts “She’s a feisty little human. I like her already” Demetri says sounding both amused and impressed not caring that Bella and Edward could hear him.

“You know what once I’m changed, I’m going to come back here and RIP YOU ALL APART!” Bella’s mouth falls open in shock “Caius won’t be happy with you” Edward says “Ha – I’ll just tell him it’s a newborn thing and he’ll just be happy I didn’t slaughter an entire village of humans and expose us. Let’s face it, he doesn’t like you two much anyway, so I’ll be doing him a favour really” Annabelle adds smiling.

“I like the girl. I’m going to go claim her” Caius says entering the house, missing the confused look on Felix’s face. “Don’t worry Felix, he didn’t mean it how it sounded” Marcus assured him. Caius enters the house and grabs Annabelle around the waist before an incident occurs as she was standing face to face with Bella. “You’re coming home with us” Caius said in her ear and she struggled in his arm “Put me down now” Annabelle told him “If you come quietly now, I’ll have the elite guards bring you back here as a newborn to follow up on the promise of ripping these two traitor’s heads off” She stopped moving and looked over her shoulder at him “You promise?” “Yes. I promise. I may even come to watch” Caius replied grinning “Fine. I’ll come quietly…but if you break your promise, it’ll be your head I rip off. Understand?” She glared at him “I understand and I will not break my promise, as you said I don’t like them anyway. You killing them means one less problem for me” He smiled at her.

“Wow. She threatened Caius and got away with it. Now I’m impressed” Jane smiled looking up at Felix, his face paled “She’s going to be a handful” He muttered “I know, I can’t wait” Demetri smiled wide, excitement shining in his red eyes and he patted his friend on the back. “It’s going to be an interesting year” Aro said just as Caius came out of the house carrying Annabelle. “Annabelle these are my brothers Aro and Marcus, we rule the vampire world together” “It’s nice to meet you both. My apologies for the…er…scene in there but it was abit of a shock to learn that my life had been ‘traded’ for their daughter’s” “That’s quite all right, my dear. We actually found it rather…refreshing” Aro replied smiling.

Once on the Volturi’s private plane Caius introduces Annabelle to Felix, Demetri, Jane and Alec. “Annabelle, these four are our Elite Guards, Demetri, our resident Tracker, Felix who’s our Executioner” Annabelle gulped and took a small step back, something that Felix noticed and he frowned slightly. “These two are Jane and Alec. They’re twins and are both gifted like Demetri” Caius added. “It’s nice to meet you all” Annabelle smiled at them “Likewise” Demetri replied “Are you curious who your mate is?” Caius asked “Yeah I guess, I hadn’t really thought about it” Annabelle replied “Ok then Annabelle, you are mated to Felix” Annabelle looked between Felix and Caius “That Felix?” “Yes, we only have one Felix…that I am aware of” Caius mused “You’re sassing me? Really?” She asked staring at Caius “When you ask an obvious question, you’re going to get a sassy remark” He replied and started to walk towards his seat “Is he like Edward?” Caius raised an eyebrow at her, the four elite guards turned to look at them “Is he controlling and possessive? Because if he is, this isn’t going to work. I am not Bella. I won’t be told what I can do, where I can go and who I can talk to” She replied “No, he is not like Edward. Although, all vampires are protective of their mates, seeing as we only get one and that can sometimes come across as possessive” Caius replied “Good. That’s something at least” Annabelle said low.

Annabelle sat down beside Felix “So…mate, how soon can I become immortal and go back kill my sister and her husband?” Demetri choked back a laugh as Felix took a deep unneeded breath “As soon as you feel ready to be changed” Felix replied “Great. Bite me” Annabelle said as she pulled her hair to one side and tilted her neck to give him access. Felix looked at Annabelle and then to Demetri who was sitting on his other side “Is she serious D?” “It would seem so Fe” He replied “Come on Felix. Bite me” “Annabelle…I…” “Demetri, will you bite me please?” She cut Felix off, Demetri smiled “Be my pleasure sweetheart” He stood up and watched as Annabelle turned to face him, he leant down and inhaled her scent “You smell nice” He whispered against the shell of her ear “Thank you…I think” Demetri carefully tilted her head a little more as his mouth filled with venom and just as he was about to bite her, he felt a strong hand on his arm “If you bite her D, I’ll have your head” Felix growled and Demetri smiled at him and sat back in his seat “See Felix you do want to bite me” Annabelle smiled and Felix sighed “I will turn you myself, but please wait till we get home. I’d like to spend the ten-hour flight getting to know you, not watch you writhe in pain” He said softly “Fine I’ll wait. But if you wuss out on me, I will let Demetri turn me” Annabelle told him before smiling at Demetri “I’ll be ready if / when you need me sweetheart” Demetri smiled back at her and Felix growled low.

They land in Volterra and once back at the castle they begin to make preparations for Annabelle’s transformation. Felix asks Alec and Demetri to be in the room with him when he turns his mate. “Demetri, Alec please be the room with me when I change Annabelle, I may need you both to stop me from killing her, if I don’t stop on my own. After all I have never turned anyone before” “Of course Felix, I will strip your senses away to allow Demetri to pull you away from her without ripping her throat out” Alec replied and Demetri nodded “Of course I’ll be there to help Fe.”

Annabelle woke up three days later and her eyes instantly found Felix’s and she ran straight into his arms “Thank you Felix” “You’re welcome mi amore” Felix replies as he gently cups her face in his large hands and presses his lips to her forehead.

Jane spoke to Annabelle about changing her plan for revenge on her sister and Edward. “Annabelle, I have an idea regarding your plan for revenge” “Ok Jane, I’m listening” She replied turning to face her. “Revenge is a dish best served cold and I think we should have fun with them first…” “What were you thinking sister?” Alec cut her off “I think we should play around with Alice’s visions a little, make the decision to go and see Bella and Edward, then decide not to go or just not turn up at all. Leave it a little while and make the decision to go to them again…” “Play mind games with them?” Annabelle interrupted “Exactly, that will irritate them, maybe even drive them mad” Jane replied smiling, a wicked glint in her eyes “I like that plan because when we do finally go and exact revenge, they will not see it coming” Annabelle responded with a wicked smile “We will all be by your side when the time comes mi amore” Felix added and wrapped his arm around her.

The next few decades were amusing to the Volturi but frustrating to the Cullens. Demetri tracked the Cullens as they moved around every so many years and took great pleasure in sending them a ‘Welcome to your new home’ card.

Finally, when Annabelle did decide to pay her sister a visit, Caius accompanied her and the four elite guards but instead of beheading Bella and Edward as originally planned all those years ago, they gave them a ‘new home’ present consisting of recently dead small woodland creatures “For you” Caius and Annabelle said together, both sporting a wicked grin on their lips and watched as shock washed over the faces of the Cullens. “We’ve bought you a welcome to your new home meal” Caius added smiling. “Revenge is sweet, sister” Annabelle told Bella with a smile before leaving the house to return to Volterra with her family.  

[byorder-fanfic]

Red Eyed Anger

Summary: There are two things your brothers hate the most: the cavalry, and the idea of you, their youngest sister, dating. When they decide to piss you off at Tommy’s wedding, you think it’s a good idea to hit two birds with one stone. Or, more likely, give John an aneurysm.

Word count: 2234

Warnings: Swearing, overprotective brothers and mentions of drugs

Authors Note: This is my first Peaky Blinders x reader imagine, so I hope you enjoy. Thanks for all the support and kind comments from my first post, it really gave me the confidence to carry on! xx

When Finn had grabbed your wrist and told you Tommy wanted to see you, this wasn't exactly what you expected. Walking into his needlessly large kitchen, you dodged a few busy waiters hurrying around (and maybe grabbing a snack off one of the plates), as you perched on the side. Looking around, the family was all there. Well, nearly. It was all the men and boys, in their dark suits that made your dark green dress stand out more. It was long sleeved and baggy, just as all your clothes were, lest you wanted to give Arthur a heart attack. Tommy was looking as disgruntled as always as he lit a cigarette, eyebrows furrowed as he watched Arthur and Michael clamber down the stairs, saying something about needing a map. It was true, you thought, as you compared the mansion you were sat in to the little house in Watery Lane.

"Tom, why the hell have you invited me to your boys club?" You snapped, only to be ignored, as usual.

"Alright boys, you're all here," he muttered as he raised his arms to look at you all. You tried to ignore the 'boys' comment, but you still felt yourself glaring at him as he started his speech. "Today it's my fucking wedding day."

"And you said there'd be no uniforms," John pointed out with a snarl. Upstairs, the red uniforms overwhelmed every corridor and floor.

"Nevertheless John, despite the bad blood, I'll have none of it on my carpet." Everyone shared disappointed glances. "Now, for Grace's sake, those bastard's out there are her family, and if any of you fuckers do anything to embarrass her, your kin, your cousins, your horses, your fucking kids, do anything to-"

He was almost shouting, you didn't hear Isaiah suddenly piping in, until Tommy suddenly turned to him to yell "What?"

"What about snow?" You raised your eyebrows over your brother's shoulder, causing Isaiah to return a little smirk, as John grabbed him in headlock.

"No cocaine," he pointed his finger in front of Isaiah. "No sports," directed at John. "No races, no fucking sucking the petrol out of their cars." He grabbed onto Finn's face, and this time you couldn't hide a laugh. Then Tommy turned to you, his blue eyes unusually angry. "As always Y/N, no drinking, smoking, and no dancing with any man not in this room."

Your mouth dropped in offence, as you looked round to your other brothers, all looking at you with teasing grins.

"Tom, this is a party! I thought I could have fun!" You tried your best to look angry at him too, only to get John snorting out a laugh.

"C'mon, Y/N, you're just a kid, have fun with Katie and my lot," he suggested with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Yeah, I'm sure Charlie's got some orange juice you can have," Arthur joined in with a gruff laugh. In a second, your fists were clenched as you moved up to hit them, only to have Tommy's grip on your shoulder, pushing you down.

"I'm the same age as Finn, you promised you'd let me have a bit of freedom!" 

"Well, we lied," Tommy said simply as he turned over to your Uncle Charlie, who was watching this with an interested cock of his eyebrows. "And, you, Charlie, stop spinning fucking yards about me, hey?" He turned around, letting out another huff of smoke.

"I'm just trying to sell you to them, Tom," Charlie protested as he too raised a cigarette in his hand. 

"And for the love of God, no fighting," Tommy was yelling again. You wondered if Grace could hear this. "NO FUCKING FIGHTING!"

You rolled your eyes as you quickly walked out, trying to ignore your Uncle's sympathetic pat on the shoulder as you marched past, a fury in your eyes and fists curled.

"I'm not a child, Esme," you groaned as you slumped next to your sister-in-law. She was giving a grin, evidently being told what Tommy's meeting was all about. "When will they start to treat me like Finn?"

"When you don't have tits," she said with a shrug of her shoulders.

"Fucking sexists," you said under your breath, yet Isaiah still heard. He was by your side, eyes glazing over the woman on the dancefloor, yet commanded by Finn to play bodyguard. His laugh shook the cavalry shoulders standing behind you to jump suddenly, as they surveyed the three of you with curious eyes. You recognised one of them from the ceremony. He was younger than the two men, about your age, but still donned the same robin-red uniform. He was handsome, you thought, and had been giving you less than discreet looks as you stood opposite in the pews. Now, it was your turn to give him a grin. Luckily, neither Isaiah or Esme noticed your sudden change of attention. 

"I'm going to get some air," you said, and they both nodded as they watched you go, green dress standing out in the sea of red. As you'd hoped, there were a pair of footsteps behind you as you made it into one of the many corridors of Arrow House. 

"Miss Shelby," his accent was distinctly Irish and brought another smile on your face as you spun on your heels to turn to the cavalry soldier. 

"It's Y/N," you held out your hand, which he quickly took in his own, bringing himself closer to you. "And you are?"

"Conor Burgess." He let go of your hand, but he was still very close to you, his breath fanning on your skin.

"You're related to Grace?" Despite yourself, you took a step closer, your chest brushing against his.

"She's my dad's cousin."

You brought your hands up to smooth down the edges of the bright uniform he donned. Red, like the bad blood between them and your brothers. Red, like the anger you felt at them. Red, like the lipstick on your smile as an idea came to mind.

"You're a little young to be a soldier," you whispered, fingers brushing the golden button at his throat.

"It's a family thing," Conor had an exhausted sigh. "I kinda have to be."

"I know what that's like," you nodded as you thought of the ways your brothers had bent over backwards to keep you the child you no longer were. Shaking off the sadness, you gave him another mischievous grin. "How about we go disappoint both our families, Conor?"

"Sounds good to me, Y/N." He let you take your hand and drag him up the stairs.

There were a lot of guest bedrooms in Arrow House, so surely it was a good idea to hide in one. If anyone noticed you’d gone, they’d need a map to find you. When you took off Conor's scarlet uniform coat, removing all responsibilities of a soldier, you'd made it explicitly clear that that was the only piece of clothing being removed tonight. He'd agreed to it, eagerly, as he discarded the jacket with very little thought. In his undershirt, he sat next to you on the end of the bed, looking at each other awkwardly.

"Y'know, I've been watching you all day," he whispered as he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. The action made your face burn up, as you became all too conscious of the feeling of his knee against yours. 

"I've noticed," you tried to keep your confidence, despite a bashfulness at the thought of what was coming next. 

"You are the prettiest girl in the room, Y/N," he kept a hand against your neck, the other one on your hand. Conor held an intense look as he forced you to keep eye contact. "Can I kiss you?"

You didn't answer, just dove in to press your lips against his. It wasn't a smart idea, you realised a little too late, as you had no clue what to do next. Luckily, Conor did. He held onto your neck, keeping you close as he kissed you softly. It wasn't like the ways you'd seen Esme and John make out, or as disgusting as it looked when you saw Isaiah or Finn snogging girls in the Garrison. It was a nice, warm feeling that exhilarated you, although the sensation of his tongue in your mouth wasn't one you were used to. Suddenly, you grabbed onto his shoulders as you shifted yourself to sit on his lap, knees by his hips. In a second, he readjusted his grip to hold onto your own hips. You pulled away when you ran out of air, uncomfortably aware of the saliva at the corner of your lip. With a chuckle, Conor reached up to brush it away with his thumb, beaming up at you without a hint of disgust. His hands stayed on your hips, your dress was still on and he seemed contented by that. A softness in your heart suddenly formed for this boy you knew next to nothing about.

"That was nice," you whispered. 

"Your first time?" He asked with a smile that assured you he knew the answer.

"My brothers always told me boys only wanted one thing from me." You bit your lip as you looked into the empathetic look in his eyes. "But you're...different."

"Good different?"

"Very good different." You leaned down to place a chaste kiss on his lips. "Maybe we should do this again some time?"

His eyes lit up.

"I'd like that," he ascertained, but the sudden reminder of his accent made you frown.

"When are you going back to Galway?"

"I've got some soldier training in London, which I can probably extend to a year."

This time, it was your eyes that widened. A year? To go from a first kiss to get at your brothers, to a year with the kind, reluctant cavalry boy you were currently straddling. 

"Well then, I guess I'm going to be going up to see my sister a lot more." You smiled into another kiss. This time, he turned you to lie down on the bed as he rested on top, kissing you softly. As you heard the music blaring downstairs, you tried not to think how pissed your brothers will be. 

Right now though, all you could think of was Conor, and the kiss on your lips and his warmth over your body. It made the music and the sound of approaching footsteps all blur into nothing. That was, until you heard Arthur's hoarse scream.

"GET OFF MY SISTER!"

With wide eyes and blushing faces, the two of you jumped up to look at your three eldest brothers, all donning similar wrathful faces, none more angry than John. His face was redder than the scarlet jacket in his hand, which he immediately threw into Conor's chest. Fumbling with the buttons, he immediately shrugged the damned thing back on, looking at each of your brothers with fear evident. The two of you shuffled to sitting down, looking at each other like naughty schoolchildren.

"What the hell, Y/N?" John was disappointed, it was obvious, but you couldn't care less.

"Nice to meet you Mr Shelby, I'm Con-" He didn't get a chance to finish his unusually cheerful introduction as Arthur thrusted a finger forward.

"Shut it, you," he said with his usually gruff tone.

"What happened to no fighting?" You said, far too snarky for the situation.

"What happened to no boys?" Tommy snapped back, looking at you with pursed lips and an anger contained by icy blue eyes.

"Wasn't a rule," you said sweetly, as you began to mock his voice: "No drinking, smoking, and no dancing with any man not in this room, and NO FUCKING FIGHTING!"

Your giggle was met with three deadpan expressions. They weren't so easily amused, apparently.

"No boys is always a rule," Arthur seethed.

"And he's fucking cavalry," John immediately added on with as much venom as he could muster. You rolled your eyes, certain that even if he wasn't cavalry, your brother wouldn't be too happy about you sneaking off with a boy.

"Really?" You feigned innocence. "Couldn't tell- didn't have his coat on."

With a huff, John made a move forward, only for you to jump up to stand in front of him.

"No. Fucking. Fighting." You stressed each syllable, looking him down, confidence fuelled by rage. You weren't a baby, you weren't going to let your brothers rule your life.

"She didn't break any rules," Tommy conceded with a sigh, forcing the other two Shelby brothers to look at him with flabbergasted anger. But Tommy wasn't looking at them, just the red-faced boy you stood in front of, protectively. "Now, who the hell are you?"

"Conor Burgess," he said weakly. That seemed to please Tommy, as he perked up significantly, popping a new cigarette into his lips.

"Good, so I assume you're going back to Ireland with the rest of Grace's family next week, huh?" His eagerness relaxed the other two. Momentarily, of course.

With a smirk, you fell back onto the bed, giving a wink behind you. Conor was watching this all with wide eyes and the barest shadow of a smile.

"Actually, Conor's sticking around for a year." You shone your sunniest smile. "Cavalry training."

Like that, all hope and peace from your brother's eyes drained out of them like a light flickering off. You bit back a laugh, not fully trusting the still-raging look in Tommy's eye, nor Arthur's clenched fist.

"Fuckin' cavalry," John spat out under his breath.

Part 2 here