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braveclementine · 5 months ago

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The Council Meeting

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Twilight characters or locations. I do own Davina Mikelson and Marcel. I also own the backstory for my OC. I do not condone any copying of this.

Davina P.O.V.

I spent much of the next few days, getting used to being back in Carlisle's house again. I hadn't wanted to move back in, not till we were married. The last time I had moved in, they had left a few months afterward. It was just a bad sense of deja vu.

I also spent quite a bit of time on the Rez. Especially with the council meeting coming up, I was helping Emily buy and plan the meal for the night. Mostly hotdogs and burgers. I would also make chili. We were thinking ten or fifteen bags of potato chips- family sized- might be enough. And maybe four pizzas. No, six.

Emily was going to call for pizzas. I told her I would make homemade ones. It would be faster and cheaper. Oh! And Chicken wings! Spicy ones at that.

But those, I called from Larosa's because those were the best kind.

On the day of the council meeting, Emily and I spent the majority of time cooking at our separate houses. Carlisle was my guard throughout the day, watching me and making idle conversation while I cooked.

"Everything is going to be alright." I responded. Carlisle- well really Lord- had spent a lot of time in the house, running circles in my bedroom like an idiot- though I never thought about him like that of course- trying to get the scent out of my room.

"So Alice has the wedding set for next Wednesday." Carlisle said softly. "A complete week from now."

"I've never been more nervous." I said, a lump in my throat.

"Why?" Carlisle questioned.

"It feels like a bad time to have a wedding." I admitted, "What with the possibility of vampires in Seattle, this rouge vampire, and also Victoria. I feel like Alice is rushing this wedding. But at the same time, I can't wait to be married to you."

Carlisle smiled softly, running his finger over the edge of one of the wine glasses I had set out. I didn't drink alcohol, but I used them as flower holders, soil in the bottom, small seeds placed in them. Small flowers to grow inside of them.

Like snow globes with tops.

"Will you take my last name?" He asked.

"Most definitely." I said with a small smile. "Davina Cullen. It has a nice sound to it."

"Marcel told Alice he'd come." Carlisle said.

"Yeah, I heard." I said. "I still haven't told the werewolves though. I probably should've done that a long time ago. What about the Denali clan?"

"Tanya, Kate, Carmen, and Eleazor will be coming. Irina will not." Carlisle said. "They have a grudge against the werewolves for killing Laurent. Apparently he was Irina's mate."

I stared at him incredulously, "Do they know that the reason Laurent is dead is because he was trying to kill me?"

Carlisle's eyes flickered and then he said, "It's been mentioned."

I scoffed, turning back to the fourth pizza. I had given two to Emily so that she could cook them there. My oven really only had room for two pizzas at a time.

The Chili sat in the crockpot, staying warm. I had a box that was filled with chip bags on the kitchen island. The ice that would go into the cooler and the drinks were in the freezer and fridge.

The pizzas were the last thing and I then ordered the wings so that everything would be done at the same time.

"We'll have to put the honeymoon off for a little while." Carlisle added. "Till Victoria is finished. I can't leave them here to defend themselves."

"I know." I said softly. "You'll have to let me know where we're going ahead of time though, so I can settle it with the army."

Carlisle snorted. "That's a stupid rule."

I smiled a little, closing the oven door, going and sitting next to Carlisle, "Yeah. Believe me. It's not my favorite rule either."

An hour later, Carlisle helped me load everything into the SUV and then he kissed me good-bye. "Be home safe." He murmured, kissing me repeatedly all over.

I giggled, reaching up to capture his lips before sliding into the driver's seat and heading to La Push.

Once I was there, Emily and I set all the food out around the campsite that we would be using on a long plastic table.

The werewolves and elders showed up first but Bella and Jacob came along not long after. Bella seemed nervous until Embry shouted, "Hey, vampire girl!"

Quil jumped to his feet to kiss her cheek and Emily hugged Bella as her and Jacob settled themselves down near Sam and her.

"Hungry Bella?" I asked with a teasing smile. "Us girls have to get the food first before the wolves dig into it."

I wasn't super hungry, just grabbing one of the bags of chips and some rootbeers, situating myself between Sam and Seth.

"You know, you made all that wonderful food." Sam said with a sigh, "And you go for the store bought junk food. You're going to get fat shorty."

"I have excellent metabolism, thank you very much ugly." I said, ripping open the Takis and popped on in my mouth. "Want one Seth?"

"Umm, they smell spicy."

"They're hot." I said.

Seth and I chatted easily, Leah listening in, but not talking. I knew she was probably grateful to be on this side of the fire, so that Sam and Emily were to her side, not in front of her where she could see them. Sam was mostly talking to the elders or to Emily, although he occasionally made a side comment to me, teasing me.

I was very quick in my comebacks.

I grew quiet as the sun started to go down, pulling out my laptop so that I could pull up Wattpad. I really wanted to get the legends written down and with my 100+ WPM and 97% accuracy rate, I would manage to get it down. Then I'd publish the 'histories' as 'myths'. Should be interesting.

"Are you gonna eat that hot dog?" I heard Paul ask. I looked up because most of the food was eaten by now and I wondered who he was talking to- which was Jacob.

Jacob had a spitted hot dog on the end of a coat hanger and he stared at the hot dog mournfully. "I guess. I'm so full I'm about to puke, but I think I can force it down. I won't enjoy it at all, though." He sighed sadly, full of crap, and I giggled.

"Paul, calm down." I warned him as he balled his fists up, glowering at Jacob.

"Sheesh." Jacob laughed, "Kidding, Paul. Here." And Jacob flipped the hot dog over to him. Paul caught it neatly and said, "Thanks, man."

I rolled my eyes.

Jacob and Bella muttered amongst themselves. Seth and I got up so let Sam move in with the council leaders and I situated myself between Embry and Seth. I leaned against Embry's shoulder. We had gradually moved from him calling me 'mom' to 'sister' and we were quite relaxed in each others' presence.

Billy cleared his throat and started to speak. I got out my laptop, making sure the light was dim, and poised my fingers over the keys.

"The Quileutes have been a small people from the beginning. And we are a small people still, but we have never disappeared. This is because there has always been magic in our blood. It wasn't always the magic of shape-shifting- that came later. First, we were spirit warriors."

I would have to come up with an entire backstory to everything to base these 'histories' off of. Maybe I'd simply just write about everything that had happened since I'd touched down in Forks. I'd have to change my character name though. Maybe to Grace.

"In the beginning, the tribe settled in this harbor and became skilled ship builders and fishermen. But the tribe was small, and the harbor was rich in fish. There were others who covered our land, and we were too small to hold it. A larger tribe moved against us, and we took to our ships to escape them. Kaheleha was not the first spirit warrior, but we do not remember the stories that came before his. We do not remember who was the first to discover this power, or how it had been used before this crisis. Kaheleha was the first great Spirit Chief in our history. In this emergency, Kaheleha used the magic to defend our land."

Spirit Chief. Spirit warriors. Kind've sounded like Spirit Animals. Now that was a great book series. I'd liked the mobile game too, but they got rid of it recently and I was pissed.

"He and all his warriors left the ship- not their bodies, but their spirits. Their women watched over the bodies and the waves, and the men took their spirits back to the harbor. They could not physically touch the enemy tribe, but they had other ways. The stories tell us that they could blow fierce winds into their enemy's camps; they could make a great screaming in the wind that terrified their foes. The stories also tell us that the animals could see the spirit warriors and understand them; the animals would do their bidding."

Could animals see ghosts? Or just spirits? Were they the same thing?

"Kaheleha took the spirit army and wreaked havoc on the intruders. This invading tribe had pakcs of big, thick-furred dogs that they used to pull their sleds in the frozen north. The spirit warriors turned the dogs against their masters and then brought a mighty infestation of bats up from the cliff caverns. They used the screaming wind to aid the dogs in confusing the men. The dogs and bats won. The survivors scattered, calling our harbor a cursed place. The dogs ran wild when the spirit warriors released them. The Quileutes returned to their bodies and their wives, victorious."

I really hated the word 'victorious'. It wounded like 'victory' and also 'Victoria'. There was no such thing as 'victory' in my life.

"The other nearby tribes, the Hohs and the Makahs, made treaties with the Quileutes. They wanted nothing to do with our magic. We lived in peace with them. When an enemy came against us, the spirit warriors could drive them off. Generations passed. then came the last great Spirit Chief, Taha Aki. He was known for this wisdom, and for being a man of peace. The people lived well and content in his care."

Sounded like Carlisle.

"But there was one man, Utlapa, who was not content."

There was a hiss that went around the fire, although Seth did not join in. How did you spell Utlapa? Oot-la-pa? Ut? Not entirely sure.

"Utlapa was one of the Chief Taha Aki's strongest spirt warriors- a powerful man, but a grasping man, too. He thought the people should use their magic to expand their lands, to enslave the Hohs and the Makahs and build an empire."

I could just call him 'Voldemort'.

"now, when the warriors were their spirit selves, they knew each other's thoughts. Taha Aki saw what Utlapa dreamed, and was angry with Utlapa. Utlapa was commanded to leave the people, and never use his spirit self again. Utlapa was a strong man, but the chief's warriors outnumbered him. He had no choice but to leave. The furious outcast hid in the forest nearby, waiting for a chance to get revenge against the chief."

"Even in times of peace, the Spirit Chief was vigilant in protecting his people. Often, he would go to a scared secret place in the mountains. He would leave his body behind and sweep down through the forests and along the coast, making sure no threat approached. One day when Taha Aki left to perform this duty, Utlapa followed. At first, Utlapa simply planned to kill the chief, but this plan had its drawbacks. Surely the spirit warriors would seek to destroy him, and they could follow faster than he could escape. As he hid in the rocks and watched the chief prepare to leave his body, another plan occurred to him."

"Taha Aki left his body in the secret place and flew with the winds to keep watch over his people. Utlapa waited until he was sure the chief had traveled some distance with his spirit self. Taha Aki knew it the instant that Utlapa had joined him in the spirt world, and he also knew Utlapa's murderous plan. He raced back to his secret place, but even the winds weren't fast enough to save him. When he returned, his body was already gone. Utlapa's body lay abandoned, but Utlapa had not left Taha Aki with an escape- he had cut his own body's throat with Taha Aki's hands."

I shivered. I would never, ever, want to be in someone else's' body. That seemed absolutely terrifying. I cracked my knuckles to keep them warm so they didn't freeze up as I continued to type.

"Taha Aki followed his body down the mountain. He screamed at Utlapa, but Utlapa ignored him as if he were mere wind."

Wasn't he?

"Taha Aki watched with despair as Utlapa took his place as chief of the Quileutes. For a few weeks, Utlapa did nothing but make sure that everyone believed he was Taha Aki. Then the changes began- Utlapa's first edict was to forbid any warrior to enter the spirit world. He claimed that he'd had a vision of danger, but really he was afraid. He knew that Taha Aki would be waiting for the chance to tell his story. Utlapa was also afraid to enter the spirit world himself, knowing Taha Aki would quickly claim his body. So his dreams of conquest with a spirit warrior army were impossible, and he sought to content himself with ruling over the tribe. He became a burden- seeking privileges that Taha Aki had never requested, refusing to work alongside his warriors, taking a young second wife and then a third, though Taha Aki's wife lived on- something unheard of in the tribe. Taha Aki watched in helpless fury."

That was absolutely revolting. Watching your body be with other women that weren't your wife.

"Eventually, Taha Aki tried to kill his body to save the tribe from Utlapa's excesses. He brought a fierce wolf down from the mountains, but Utlapa hid behind his warriors. When the wolf killed a young man who was protecting the false chief, Taha Aki felt horrible grief. He ordered the wolf away."

My hands shook a little with that and I closed my eyes briefly. Embry suddenly squeezed my shoulder and I opened my eyes, looking at him with silent thanks.

"All the stories tell us that it was no easy thing to be a spirit warrior. It was more frightening than exhilarating to be freed from one's body. This is why they only used their magic in times of need. The chief solitary journeys to keep watch were a burden and a sacrifice. Being bodiless was disorienting, uncomfortable, and horrifying. Taha Aki had been away from his body for so long at this point that he was in agony. He felt he was doomed- never to cross over to the final land where his ancestors waited, stuck in this torturous nothingness forever."

So, if there was a wolf afterlife thing. . . would I end up there? I didn't know and that made me feel weird inside.

"The great wolf followed taha Aki's spirit as he twisted and writhed in agony through the woods. The wolf was very large for its kind, and beautiful. Taha Aki was suddenly jealous of the dumb animal. At least it had a body. At least it had a life. Even life as an animal would be better than this horrible empty consciousness. And then Taha Aki had the idea that change us all. He asked the great wolf to make room for him, to share. The wolf complied. Taha Aki entered the wolf's body with relief and gratitude. It was not his human body, but it was better than the void of the spirit world."

So. . . say a mountain lion had followed him instead? Would he have shared the mountain lions body? What of an Eagle? Did this mean there weren't really werewolves at all? Instead. . . maybe just shape-shifters?

"As one, the man and the wolf returned to the village on the harbor. The people ran in fear, shouting for the warriors to come. The warriors ran to meet the wolf with their spears. Utlapa, of course, stayed safely hidden. Taha Aki did not attack his warriors. He retreated slowly from them, speaking with his eyes and trying to yelp the songs of his people. The warriors began to realize that the wolf was no ordinary animal, that there was a spirit influencing it. One older warrior, a man named Yut, decided to disobey the false Chief's order and try to communicate with the wolf."

"As soon as Yut crossed to the spirit world, Taha Aki left the wolf- the animal waited tamely for his return- to speak with him. Yut gathered the truth in an instant, and welcomed his true chief home. At this time, Utlapa came to see if the wolf had been defeated. When he saw Yut lying lifeless on the ground, surrounded by protective warriors, he realized what was happening. He drew his knife and raced forward to kill Yut before he could return to his body."

I closed my eyes, pausing for a moment, even as Billy continued with the story, writing only chicken notes as this part was easy to imagine. I hated death. I hated writing about death. I knew death came with old stories like this, but it didn't make the pain any less easy.

". . . Taha Aki's anger was the anger of a man. The love he had for his people and the hatred he had for their oppressor were too vast for the wolf's body, too human. The wolf shuddered, and- before the eyes of the shocked warriors and Utlapa- transformed into a man. The new man did not look like Taha Aki's body. He was far more glorious. He was the flesh interpretation of Taha Aki's spirit. The warriors recognized him at once, though, for they had flown with Taha Aki's spirit."

I dozed out as Billy talked about Utlapa's death. The giving back of the wives, but keeping the law of no spirit traveling in place.

"From that point on, Taha Aki was more than either wolf or man. They called him Taha Aki the Great Wolf, or Taha Aki the Spirit Man. He led the tribe for many, many years, for he did not age. When danger threatened, he would resume his wolf-self to fight or frighten the enemy. The people dwelt in peace. Taha Aki fathered many sons, and some of these found that, after they had reached the age of manhood, they, too, could transform into wolves. The wolves were all different, because they were spirit wolves and reflected the man they were inside."

"So that's why Sam is all black. Black heart, black fur." Quil muttered under his breath and it took me a moment to realize I had typed that sentence out. I giggled quietly while deleting it.

"And your chocolate fur reflects what? How sweet you are?" Sam muttered back. I grinned, winking at him.

"I'd be ultra violet." I muttered in Seth's year. "Purple wolf."

Seth snickered.

Billy Black ended the story, drinking water as he let Quil Ateara, Quils grandfather, take over the story.

Quil's grandfathers voice was nowhere near as majestic as Billy's was, but there was a fierce urgency in his voice as he spoke, making you want to listen. The quavering in his voice also gave it the sound of something, like someone was speaking a script in a movie, providing the backstory for it. . .

"Many years after Taha Aki gave up his spirit wolf, when he was an old man, trouble began in the north, with the Makahs. Several young women of their tribe had disappeared, and they blamed it on the neighboring wolves, who they feared and mistrusted. The wolf-men could still read each other's thoughts while in their wolf forms, just like their ancestors had while in their spirit forms. They knew that none of their number was to blame. Taha Aki tried to pacify the Makah chief, but there was too much fear."

'Fear in the name only increases fear in the thing itself.' I thought randomly. Great, thank you Dumbledore, that was helpful.

"Taha Aki did not want to have a war on his hands. He was no longer a warrior to lead his people. He charged his oldest wolf-son, Taha Wi, with finding the true culprit before hostilities began."

'Wii Wii' I thought in a French accent.

Fuck, I was probably the only person in the entire world that could think really stupid thoughts when hearing these stories. And these were my descendants too! There was something tragically wrong with me.

"Taha Wi led the five other wolves in his pack on a search through the mountains, looking for any evidence of the missing Makahs. They came across something they had never encountered before- a strange, sweet scent in the forest that burned their noses to the point of pain."

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, rearranging the laptop to sit lower on my legs as I typed.

"They did not know what creature would leave such a scent, but they followed it. They found faint traces of human scent, and human blood, along the trail. They were sure this was the enemy they were searching for. The journey took them so far north that Taha Wi sent half the pack, the younger ones, back to the harbor to report to Taha Aki. Taha Wi and his two brothers did not return."

I flinched. Embry placed his hand on my shoulder again.

"The younger brothers searched for their elders, but found only silence. Taha Aki mourned for his sons. He wished to avenge his sons' death, but he was old. He went to the Makah chief in his mourning clothes and told him everything that had happened. The Makah chief believed his grief, and tensions ended between the tribes. A year later, two Makah maidens disappeared from their homes on the same night. The Makahs called on the Quileute wolves at once, who found the same sweet stink all through the Makah village. The wolves went on the hunt again."

I was not thinking of wolves, but of my brother at Fort Knox.

"Only one came back. He was Yaha Uta, the oldest son of Taha Aki's third wife, and the youngest in the pack. He brought something with him that had never been seen in all the days of the Quileutes- a strange, cold, stony corpse that he carried in pieces. All who were of Taha Aki's blood, even those who had never been wolves, could smell the piercing smell of the dead creature. This was the enemy of the Makahs."

I shouldn't have come survived the bombs. Why hadn't I dragged my brother with me when I went to hide in the game? Why didn't I hide with my brother instead of Azim?

"Yaha uta described what had happened: he and his brothers had found the creature, who looked like a man but was hard as a granite rock, with the two Makah daughters. One girl was already dead, white and bloodless on the ground. The other was in the creature's arms, his mouth at her throat. She may have been alive when they came upon the hideous scene, but the creature quickly snapped her neck and tossed her lifeless body to the ground when they approached. His white lips were covered in her blood and his eyes glowed red."

People had been thrown at the base, high into the air when the bombs had gone off. Had they landed on their feet, some of them might've survived. But they were flung upside down, landing on their necks which had broken. Some of them had still been able to scream- I could still hear them in my nightmares.

I was reeling in my nightmares, not paying attention to the story anymore but no one noticed. They were all locked in on the story. It was strange that a story of werewolves and vampires was making me relive the entire battle again.

". . . elders set fire to the remains. A great cloud of choking, vile smoke polluted the air. When there was nothing but ashes, they separated the ashes into many small bags and spread them far and wide- some in the ocean, some in the forest, some in the cliff caverns. Taha Aki wore one bag around his neck, so he would be warned if the creature ever tried to put himself together again."

When the older man paused, looking at Billy, Billy produced a small bag, black with age, around his neck. I heard people gasp but I was not one of them. I was horrified. Yes, it was good that even after all these years, the enemy could not put itself together. . . but say the Volturi burned my family in the future. Carlisle. . . he would never be able to be put back together.

I felt sick with worry. I had to protect Carlisle at all costs. No matter what. I could not let anyone lay a hand on him.

"They call it The Cold One, the Blood Drinker, and lived in fear that it was not alone. They only had one wolf protector left, young Yaha Uta. They did not have long to wait. The creature had a mate, another blood drinker, who came to the Quileutes seeking revenge. The stories say that the Cold Woman was the most beautiful thing human eyes had ever seen. She looked like the goddess of the dawn when she entered the village that morning; the sun was shining for once, and it glittered off her white skin and lit the golden hair that flowed down to her knees. Her face was magical in its beauty, her eyes black in her white face. Some fell to their knees to worship her."

I could imagine her. She looked like Rosalie.

"She asked something in a high, piercing voice, in a language no one had ever heard. The people were dumbfounded not knowing how to answer her. There was none of Taha Aki's blood among the witnesses but one small boy. He clung to his mother and screamed that the smell was hurting his nose. One of the elders, on his way to council, heard the boy and realized what had come among them. He yelled for the people to run. She killed him first."

"There were twenty witnesses to the Cold Woman's approach. Two survived, only because she grew distracted by the blood, and paused to sate her thirst. They ran to Taha Aki, who sat in the counsel with the other elders, his sons, and his third wife. Yaha Uta transformed into his spirt wolf as soon as he heard the news. He went to destroy the blood drinker alone. Taha Aki, his third wife, his sons, and his elders followed behind him."

Yes, what a great idea. 'Hey, let's go watch our only wolf son go and destroy a cold one that he needed two of his other brothers to kill the first time! I'll bring popcorn!'

"At first they could not find the creature, only the evidence of her attack. Bodies lay broken, a few drained of blood, strewn across the road where she'd appeared. Then they heard the screams and hurried to the harbor. A handful of the Quileutes had run to the ships for refuge. She swam after them like a shark, and broke the bow of their boat with her incredible strength. When the ship sank, she caught those trying to swim away and broke them, too."

I wondered how Sam had gotten me out of the water when Victoria had jumped in after throwing me in. He hadn't been in there as a wolf. Maybe the others had jumped too and Victoria had fled, not knowing how the wolves would be in the water.

I had never asked Sam.

"She saw the great wolf on the shore, and she forgot the fleeing swimmers. She swam so fast she was a blur and came, dripping and glorious, to stand before Yaha Uta. She pointed at him with one white finger and asked another incomprehensible question. Yaha Uta waited. It was a close fight. She was not the warrior her mate had been. But Yaha Uta was alone- there was no one to distract her fury from him. When Yaha Uta lost, Taha Aki screamed in defiance. He limped forward and shifted into an ancient, white-muzzled wolf. The wolf was old, but this was Taha Aki the Spirit Man, and his rage made him strong. The fight began again. Taha Aki's wife had just seen her son die before her. Now her hsuband fought, and she had no hope that he could win. She'd heard every word the witnesses to the slaughter had told the council. She'd heard the story of Yaha Uta's first victory, and knew that his brother's diversion had saved him."

'Oh wonderful. This was not a good story to tell Bella.' I thought and shot her a look.

"The third wife grabbed a knife from the belt of one of the sons who stood beside her. They were all young sons, not yet men, and she knew they would die when their father failed."

Maybe they shouldn't be telling me this story either. Wouldn't I give my life to save any of my wolf sons? Any of my vampire children? I thought it over seriously. I had thrown myself on Angel when the bombs went off. Though I had never harmed myself, I'm sure I could take a knife to my skin to protect my children, wolf or vampire.

"The third wife ran toward the Cold Woman with the dagger raised high. The Cold Woman smiled, barely distracted from her fight with the old wolf. She had no fear of the weak human woman or the knife that would not even scratch her skin, and she was about to deliver the death blow to Taha Aki."

Now, the Cold Woman to me was no longer Rosalie, but Jane.

"And then the third wife did something the Cold Woman did not expect. She fell to her knees at the blood drinker's feet and plunged the knife into her own heart."

Why the heart? Any release of blood would've done. She could've dragged it along her arm. But maybe she thought if she died, she would not feel the pain of the vampire's teeth.

"Blood spurted through the third wife's fingers and splashed against the Cold Woman. The blood drinker could not resist the lure of the fresh blood leaving the third wife's body. Instinctively, she turned to the dying woman, for one second entirely consumed by thirst. Taha Aki's teeth closed around her neck. That was not the end of the fight, but Taha Aski was not alone now. Watching their mother die, two young sons felt such rage that they sprang forth as their spirit wolves, though they were not yet men. With their father, they finished the creature."

Maybe Leah was wrong. Maybe there was nothing wrong with her. Maybe there was something wrong with me. Her father died, she became a werewolf. I killed 2,000 people with two rounds of bombs and I didn't- though I should've. Why hadn't I phased yet?

"Taha Aki never rejoined the tribe. He never changed back to a man again. He lay for one day beside the body of the third wife, growling whenever anyone tried to touch her, and then he went into the forest and never returned. Trouble with the cold ones was rare from that time on. Taha Aki's sons guarded the tribe until their sons were old enough to take their places. There were never more than three wolves at a time. It was enough. Occasionally a blood drinker would come through these lands, but they were taken by surprise, not expecting the wolves. Sometimes a wolf would die, but never were they decimated again like the first time. They'd learned how to fight the cold ones, and they passed the knowledge on, wolf mind to wolf mind, spirit to spirit, father to son."

Father to son.

Me or Leah. Which one of us was wrong?

"Time passed, and the descendants of Taha Aki no longer became wolves when they reached manhood. Only in a great while, if a cold one was near, would the wolves return. The cold ones always came in ones and twos, and the pack stayed small. A bigger coven came, and your own great-grandfathers prepared to fight them off. But the leader spoke to Ephraim Black as if he were a man, and promised not to harm the Quileutes. His strange yellow eyes gave some proof to his claim that they were not the same as other blood drinkers. The wolves were outnumbered; there was no need for the cold ones to offer a treaty when they could have won the fight. Ephraim accepted. They've stayed true to their side, though their presence does tend to draw in others."

I smiled a bit at Carlisle. 'He spoke to Ephraim like a man'. Yes, that was my love all right. My mate.

"And their numbers have forced a larger pack than the tribe has ever seen. Except, of course, in Taha Aki's time. And so the sons of our tribe again carry the burden and share the sacrifice their fathers endured before them."

'And daughter', I wanted to add for Leah's sake. 'And daughter.'

"Burden," Quil said, startling me, "I think it's cool."

Seth nodded beside me.

Slowly, the group became less still, Old Quil Aterea's eyes finally left me, and I drew away from the campsite quietly and without anyone's notice.

I walked along the beach, looking up at the bright stars. With no lights out here, you could see them more clearly.

Once I was in the forest, I squatted down, breaths heavy, trying not to cry.

What the hell was wrong with me? Why was I acting like this?

"KOL! KOL WHERE ARE YOU?" I screamed, running through the base. 'Please let him be alive, please let him be alive. Let another bomb go off, let another bomb destroy me, just please let Kol be alive.'

I let out a shuddering breath as tears started to fall down my face.

'Father to son.'

Who was messed up? Leah or me?

Me. It was me. I should be a werewolf. I should be.

"Davina?" Sam's voice came quietly.

"Sorry." I murmured, my voice thick. "I. . . the story. . . I was just wondering what was wrong with me?"

"What?" Sam asked curiously, kneeling down next to me. "What are you talking about?"

"The sons who watched their mother die and became werewolves. And Leah became a werewolf after Harry died. My parents, my brother, 2,000 people. . . and I'm not." I let out a shuddering breath. "I'm screwed up. I should be a werewolf, I should've felt rage at Azim's betrayal. But I'm not a werewolf. Other emotions kick in before I can get to angry. It doesn't. . . there's something wrong with me!"

"There is nothing wrong with you." Sam said firmly. "Nothing at all. Females aren't supposed to be werewolves, it's unheard of. But there are always loopholes when it comes to magic."

I nodded but before I could answer, my phone rang. "H-hello?" I asked, wiping my nose and sniffling.

"Davina." Marcel's voice was thick with emotion.

"What's wrong?" I asked immediately, jolting to my feet.

"It's your Uncle Josh." Marcel said.

"Umm what about Joshua?" I asked hesitantly and Sam's face grew hard.

"I don't know how to say this in a way to cushion the blow but. . . he's dead Davina. I'm sorry."

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bradenthompson · 2 years ago

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Allegiant (2016) notes

Time for the epic* conclusion**, cinephiles, and what a ride it's been. We began with the totally fine and otherwise unremarkable Divergent (2014) before hitting the road like a ramp for Insurgent (2015). We're on an uphill trajectory, the stakes have never been more lukewarm, I just noticed Beatrice's tattoo is supposed to be birds, let's waste zero time and finish*** this.

>there's a factoid about this movie we cannot ignore. In going with the unhealthy body standard set by the Harry Potter movies, this final act, like Hunger Games and Twilight before it, was poised to be split in twain, ideally finished with the all new title Ascendant. However, a middling box office reception (because it couldn't have been critical reception), poor cast retention, and YA cinema fatigue (seems to be the only movie fatigue that actually happened) led to the hilarious conclusion of this conclusion being decisively inconclusive for no reason. Or I assume it's inconclusive. Maybe they pivoted the design at the 11th hour, maybe they didn't.

>I cannot deny this situation the comedy. I don't even remember this movie coming out, and until five minutes ago I thought it was a 2017 joint. Unfortunately my external critical eye stopped working around 2017, I'm a Divergenthead (Divergite? Divergoid?) due to the funny, and I will not look down on this movie unless I think I have to. We're looking at the last innocent movie of it's era. Never again can we return to inexpressive dystopian regimes and the hot young people standing opposed. And what a shame we cannot

>glitchy splash logos are back, IDC is gone and their ugly logo is not missed

>the city walls looks very vaultable. I don't remember any rule against citizens leaving. Imagining the entire faction society said "nah I heard it's boring, my legs are tired, I got like a bunch of shit to do, I'm not going out there."

>Detecting some... Randian notes? Presumably, the outside world created The Faction Society of NIMH for the purposes of indirectly breeding Divergents, people who possess all five desirable qualities in a person/leader. This throws my allegorical take out the window. Turns out, no, this isn't supposed to represent teenagers entering adult society because then what's all this supposed to imply? "Rules feel arbitrary and unfair; young people forced to conform to one of a few unfulfilling positions in life. Except the few nonconformists who forge their own path. And this is because the Rothschilds grew them in a biosphere specifically to turn out like this."

>was about to ask "who's giving all these perfect haircuts" but as Insurgent demonstrated people can just do this with zero experience

>Beatrice and Four love kissing on the edges of buildings, I've noticed.

>movie letting me feel no shame in calling Four's mom a creep. Now she's the authority villain now! Beatrice may still yet dropkick a woman in a pantsuit

>Beatrice having no issue walking around in public spaces for the lady that's basically Myers-Briggs Jesus

>lol Ansel's in jail

>injection count: 1

>ADR is ADRing

>Four's mom has risen to the rank of ultraleader on basically nothing. She led a factionless company, okay, but why are the factionfolk kowtowing to factionless scum in the first place? Not a lot of time passes between movies, and yet

>legacy characters get hung up like basketball jerseys in these films. Dauntless leader gets domed bc he's already served three movies as auxiliary B character. Enjoy retirement, buddy

>pounding my desk chanting for Ansel to die. srry im with Four's mom on this one

>"you went to war with Jeanine..." she did? I remember her popping Kwinslet like she was Jack Ruby, wouldn't call that one a War.

>literally just pick her up and put her in a dumpster. There are no factions, she has no power

>"what if there's nothing out there" "i can live with that if you're with me, but I can't live without trying" ... she can live with there being no outside world, on the condition Four is still there... but she can't live unless she checks if there's an outside world... can live if Four's her boyfriend... can't live if she doesn't go outside... why is this confusing me

>I've developed a fondness for the Divergent series' nonspecific set design. Everything's just generally dilapidated. Destroyed city, big holes in the concrete, it all looks like the queue for a theme park ride but ykw I'm always happy to see physical sets.

>lmao holy shit. Miles Teller does not give a shit. Literally cannot be paid to care. Good for him, my number 1 series parasite.

>injection count: 2

>I'm to understand they could totally camouflage Ansel by making him wear anything other than blue, right?

>dig this series', like, ontological villains. Whatever the heroes are trying to do at any moment, Mohawk Man will try to stop them. Literally whatever they got goin on

>this wall climbing scene'd be a great level in the video game that doesn't exist

>and now Tori has also left the series. Hardly knew ye. Feeling more confident in the prediction that Ansel's gonna bite it

>shut up, Ansel

>breaking my soft screencap rule bc I don't wanna rob anyone of Ansel Posture Dot Png:

>outside world looks like the venus levels from Destiny 1 but Chicago is mostly intact lol

>Four's teeth are so white

>outside world technology is so fuckin stupid looking

>Miles Teller just said Gadzooks

>Beatrice still only wearing the vest, now that's breathable

>these future guys are so extra for no reason "place your arm inside the tube" "hey so im naked and scared, can I at least know what it's gonna do" "arm, tube, now"

>okay so check this: Beatrice & Co. just landed at the Bureau of Genetic Welfare, and have just received the faction skinny--so pretty much what happened was genetic modification evolved to the point that it beget a caste system, which in turn led to global war which wiped out most the rest of the planet. However, the Bureau took all the unmodified people and placed them in Chicago under the faction society, in the attempt to breed a holistically perfect person? And that person is Beatrice? I think that person may be Beatrice, but someone should talk to her about all the murder

>shut up Ansel

>I don't mean to typecast but Bill Skarsgård's a villain, yeah

>Jeff Daniels here to deliver Beatrice the god damn news

>ooh ooh ooh ooh, my theory on Divergents from the first post was CORRECT, dingdingding, I win the money. Will elaborate on this in a bit

>HOMEWRECKER

>"our surveillance technology's incredible; it'll be like you're right there. Physically. On the sets we've already built. On the locations we've already secured. State of the art shit, Ansel."

>shut up Ansel

>I'm sorry, but did Veronica get bored of Beatrice or something? We're spending a lot of time with Four, who's best serving as Trophy Boyfriend to Action Girl Psycho. I thought by book three she'd have a grip on this but now we're sending Four on solo projects and keeping Beatrice locked in an office. Odd format for the final book

>no notes on Miles Teller just cockroaching his way through this franchise, I hope he's somehow the leader of Chicago by the end

>we're an hour in and it's felt like three. The first movie spent most of its time in a big warehouse and felt like less of a slog than this

>amused by Jeff Daniels' passing interest in the status of Beatrice and Four's relationship. Friendly man at the pub vibe

>Four just shot a man in the penis. Not really any other way of interpreting that

>always a fan of movies that use that classic punching foley. Ones that're like hitting a watermelon with a bat

>Jeff Daniels just said the word Allegiant like a noun but idk what he's referring to

>Skarsgård Innocent! cool

>you've never seen someone not give a shit like Miles Teller doesn't give a shit in this movie. If his character isn't like this in the book, that's an indictment of the book

>Ansel looks right at home in a gaming chair. He's got dumb streamer face

>Four's mom ain't in no war with nobody. Every large-scale conflict in this movie has the manpower of a chessboard, just the mom and Octavia spencer standing on opposite sides with nine extras each

>oh yeah. Four's got a dad

>we've got more serum, guys. Series has upgraded from injections to neurotoxin, tho

>Four's military friend: "here, take these guns. I'm on your guys' side." Beatrice: "k thanks, I literally don't know who you are"

>the yelling ADR is so funny, dude

>if Miles Teller has 100 fans I'm one of them, etc etc

>i'm a stuntmen pretending to be shot connoisseur and this movie's checking all the boxes

>Beatrice and Four love smooching with exactly one other person in the room

>gotta add another screenshot. I call this piece: "Mother-Son reconciliation while Miles Teller just twiddles with his hands in the background"

>good on the movie to deliver on all those big fans sticking out of the buildings. Wasn't just nonsensical design

>"Don't breathe in the gas!" oh, smart, why did I think of that

>really thought they was gonna pop Miles Teller but he lives another day

>one can nullify the dangers of the amnesia gas by just being quick about it

>shut up Ansel

>they should announce a continuation of this series, get everyone going "ah they're finally gonna make Ascendant" but no it's me delivering the Miles Teller solo film

>ten minutes of credits???

.......................(that's me inhaling) okay, I liked that one less than the previous two. Going off the movie's wikipedia page, I have that feeling in common with the cast. Not a new take but splitting this thing in twain was a demonstrably bad idea. Instead just worked to prove the lack of direction for this Epic Final Installment. I can find enjoyment in watching a stick float down a river, so I'm not a good person to ask wrt pertinent YA criticism, but I'm glad I got Miles Teller. Real MVP of this series.

NEXT UP... more YA. I'm in a mood.

#Divergent #Allegiant #movies #shut up Ansel #thought I was gonna miss this series but it gives one little to miss #everything im going to miss wasn't present in this one

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lotus-duckies · 2 years ago

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flavors of neurodivergance, MLP edition (includes EQG and Pony Life things)

Twilight: (1) special interest but falls in love with everything adjacent to it, loner type but then got Friends, you may touch for (5) seconds unless she says otherwise, loves organizing things and setting up scenes, counts things for no reason, unintentionally rude/blunt, very logical and reasonable, probably didn't smile for photos as a kid cause it's Hard, was probably labeled as Gifted Child and everything was downhill from there, asked the teacher if she could work alone and lowkey broke down when she Had to interact with people, no change please keep everything the same :), takes things literally, comfort items, walks with feet flat on the ground and arms straight, sees the flowers at the base of the mountain but fails to see the mountain, "WAIT NO THAT'S FACTUALLY INCORRECT *cries*", would probably kiss all her friends on the mouth even though people say that's not okay

Applejack: When she starts a task she can't Stop and someone has to physically intervene, (1) special interest and it lowkey rules her life, impulsive, Does Things That Aren't Socially Acceptable And Doesn't Know Why, blunt/honest/unintentionally rude, expressing emotions is Hard TM, empathetic but like. on the inside, probably worked on assignments alone as a kid because she could get it done faster that way, wears (1) article of clothing everywhere, everything needs to be the same or she will Die, can and will fight you, no fashion sense only Practical and Comfortable, reading is Hard TM

Pinkie Pie: No volume or tone control, likes and does things that are considered childish/infantile, Does Things That Aren't Socially Acceptable But Doesn't Know Why, super empathetic, too much energy, no emotional regulation/ mood swings, oooo look at that wait no look at that other thing what were we talking about again? Will Not Shut Up, eats as a stim/craves sugar for Dopamine, exaggeratted facial expressions, SUPER touchy, comfort items, walks on her toes, (1) special interest and she's very hype all of the time, carries around a stuffed animal,

Rainbow Dash: Blunt/Unintentionally rude, vestibular and auditory stimming, visual and auditory sensitivities, can't read social cues or anything that isn't remotely interesting, NO emotional regulation, IMPULSE, stays up til 3 AM cause the bees are too loud, a few different special interests and will not shut up about them, Sits Weird TM, either too much energy or not enough energy, no self preservation! we die like men!, a lack of school smarts/teachers HATE HER!!, very fidgety and restless, walks on the sides of her feet, look at that hey look at that other thing wait what? this hoe clumsy YEET, making weird noises,

Rarity: If I Don't Do This Thing My Family Will Die, oooo shiny, (1) special interest to the point where that's just what people Associate With Her as her Personality, hyperfixation for hours or days and she is in physical pain <3, overexaggerated facial expressions and behaviors, funky grammer syntax, significantly better at masking than her friends, used to walk on her toes now she just wears heels >:D, vERY picky about how clothing feels and that's why she makes her own, pressure and visual stimming, loves wrapping up in the blankies like a nesting bird, poor short term memory, slightly impulsive, "you may touch for five seconds, if your hands are clean"

Fluttershy: No volume control, can't read social cues, v shy and had no friends/had to be adopted by an extrovert, relates more to animals than people, would probably get diagnosed with social anxiety before anything else, auditory sensitivities, seemingly irrational fears of very normal things, intrusive thoughts baby!! and depression tbh, walks slightly crooked and hunched over, raptor arms, (1) special interest and it's a miracle when she manages to socialize without using it, cat: blep fluttershy: blep, special interest Seems normal but it's actually probably weird

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shadowsinger11 · 4 years ago

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Inspiration

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Requested by anon: Could you do a Fred Weasley imagine where he falls in love with Harry’s younger sister. (Maybe a after the war where he lives)

Word Count: 3.3k (my hand slipped oops)

Genre: Fluff, childhood friends to lovers, mutual pining etc.

Warnings: Slight innuendo, Fred being cute and hot simultaneously

Tags: @self-ship-love @susceptible-but-siriusexual @hufflexpuff @neovannii @jenniweasley @elf-punk @heart-of-tempered-steel @itseatyourdamnapples

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Ottery St Catchpole, Devon, England, July 16, 2000

It was a chilly Sunday evening. The summer air buzzed with excitement and the tender aroma of magnolia as tiny white and pink petals were gracefully falling from the huge cherry trees, carried by the light breeze. Twilight painted the horizon in liquid gold and fiery red, soon followed by mellow shades of dark blue that brought countless sparkling stars.

It was getting the slightest bit colder, but it did not matter; nothing else mattered but the loud cheers and cheerful music, celebrating the official bond between a Potter and a Weasley under the wide night sky.

You couldn't have been happier for your older brother, Harry, who was currently dancing with Ginny, his now wife - now and for the rest of his, hopefully, but not really likely, peaceful life. For the longest time you've been wondering how he'd always manage to get into trouble even as a small First year with no experience in the wizarding world whatsoever. Or, perhaps, that was the exact reason as to why evil-battling and rule-breaking were such common practices when hanging out with him.

However, there was no fighting that day. There was no room for worry and fear when the entire Weasley family and their loved ones were gathered on the clearing in front of the Burrow, chatting, laughing, dancing, singing, drinking, celebrating and living for what seemed to be the first time since Lord Voldemort's fall. Danger was practically nonexistent in that blissful moment which was frozen in time, once having looked agonizingly distant and impossible to hope for. But that dream was no longer just a foolish fantasy to heal wounded hearts. It was there, and it was happening in the most beautiful way imaginable.

And suddenly, all those clichés of a married life weren't even clichés. They were simply humble wishes of people who had witnessed far too many horrors in such a short period of time, and only craved stability among the massive chaos. So when you glanced at Ginny, a twirling blur of flaming red hair and a gorgeous wedding dress, you didn't feel the need to comment on how banal the color white was. You genuinely smiled, admiring the pure, exuberant joy, visible in her eyes and scarlet cheeks. Harry looked just as, if not even happier than his wife, dancing in the ridiculous but wholehearted way that only he could, and old memories of him winning the golden egg, training Dumbledore's Army and kissing Ginny in the common room for the very first time flooded into your mind.

It had truly been a long time since you had seen Harry careless and free like that.

You yourself had spent an ungodly amount of hours preparing the yard for the ceremony all day; rearranging chairs, decorating, making sure everything was going by schedule, only to then dance your tired feet off, and though you wanted to continue having fun with Hermione, Luna and the rest of the girls waiting for you, you really needed a break. And a drink.

Excusing yourself to leave the particularly interesting conversation you were having with distant Weasley relatives, you slipped off your black flats that, despite looking absolutely stunning, hurt your feet terribly after an entire day of fussing over the color of napkins and flower bouquets. Barefoot on the grass, you walked over to a chair next to a table which seemed to have been occupied, but judging by the mostly empty glasses and plates, the guests weren't coming back anytime soon.

You tossed your shoes aside with a sigh and rushed to rub your aching toes, hissing from how sore they were.

How has Ginny been dancing like that for hours?

"Enjoying the party, I see?" a familiar deep, slightly husky voice commented, causing you to look up.

It was none other than Fred Weasley, dear friend from childhood, staring down at you, his ever-present charming smirk resting on features and hands shoved into the pockets of his dragonskin suit. But it was his flaming red hair that made your eyes widen - it was carefully smoothed back, shining under the moonlight like liquid iron.

Fred's eyes still contained their famous, loveable mischief, except now slightly tamer and calmer. His firm biceps had visibly grown in size, stretching out the fabric of his coat just a bit to give you a prominent silhouette that caught you off guard.

It had been two years; he had changed so much.

And you were afraid to admit you had too.

You blinked in surprise, processing his uncharacteristically sophisticated appearance before realizing what he had asked you.

"Would've enjoyed it far more if my legs weren't killing me," you groaned half-heartedly and leaned back on your chair. "What's with your hair?"

"What's with your feet?"

"I asked you first," you cut him off. "I bet Ginny is responsible for this."

"Actually…" Fred trailed off, and, whether on purpose or not, ran a hand through the ginger locks to keep them in place, unaware of how you suddenly wished the hand doing the graceful motion wasn't his. "Mum insisted that I looked my best. What can I say, it's not like George and I usually listen to her, but we thought we'd make an exception this time; our sister doesn't get married every day. But honestly, Ginny couldn't care less about how we looked as long we showed up."

"So like usual, you mean?" you giggled. "Showing up is an achievement for you even if you're underdressed?"

Fred beamed, pearly white smile complementing his formal outfit. You wondered if he used that exact smile to effortlessly allure costumers and business partners at work.

He rested an elbow on the table as he leaned forward.

"Come on now, darling. I know you find my messy hair irresistible either way."

His cockiness only caused you to laugh, though Fred was quick to spot the flash of nervousness in your eyes; it brought him immense pride to know he was the one to turn you from confident to adorably bashful and flustered in the matter of seconds.

He was looking at you intensely, expectantly waiting for you to deny his flirty accusation despite your shyness.

"Nah, Weasley. It only reminds me that even at twenty-two you still do not know how to use a comb."

Fred's eyebrows shot straight up to his hairline, mouth agape. For the first time, he actually needed a second to form a reply.

"Didn't see that coming, I give you that. Courageous one, you are."

Your heart fluttered with joy and you openly grinned, shrugging in half-hearted humbleness.

"Perhaps I am."

Speaking to him felt unusually energizing, as though you had jumped headfirst into a chilly lake. It was unfamiliar and it set your nerves on fire, causing your stomach to twist and turn with sensations that left you dizzy, but unbelievably thrilled. And you wanted more of it, you wanted more of him.

"Fancy a drink?" Fred offered, already pouring champagne into a glass before handing it to you, and you keenly took it.

"Thanks, I've been thirsty with all the preparations I was doing."

"Is that why your legs are killing you?"

"Exactly, I've been running around all day, making sure everything was in order… you know, a lot of organizing and the like."

"It must hurt quite a bit then," Fred commented with a pained grimace. "But I absolutely get you, Georgie and I are just like that when it comes to the shop. It's a lot of accounting if I'm being honest, though I admit he's way better at it. We need to be completely precise; we can't allow any mistakes."

"Woah," you laughed. "Control freak much?"

He wettened his lips, never breaking eye contact.

"Perhaps I am."

You tilted your head to the side, gaze piercing into his in hopes of finding out what those gorgeous brown eyes were hiding. The tiny playful flames in them were eloquent.

Shifting slightly in your seat, you smoothed out your bridesmaid dress and raised your glass, the ghost of a smirk playing on your lips.

"Cheers to us control freaks then."

Fred mirrored your smug expression and your glasses met with a clink. The bubbly liquid tingled your throat, undoubtedly refreshing you and cooling you off. You glanced at the people dancing in the centre of the clearing and giggled - Ginny had apparently thrown away her white shoes long ago, bare feet stepping elegantly on the grass.

"You see, I'd like to chat a bit more with you, but I'm afraid it's a bit too loud here. What about we go to the pond across the field?" Fred suggested, pointing at the woods behind his back. You had visited them countless times when staying with Harry at the Burrow during holidays years ago; the tall trees and the glistening waters had never ceased to bring you comfort.

The noise started to become bothersome, and you felt it even more necessary to continue your conversation somewhere private, the unknown causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach. Fred's presence could only be compared to a shot of whiskey, or the sensation of anticipating a tidal wave to crash into you in less than a second. It was wild and the tiniest bit terrifying, but oh so tempting as it pulled you in.

"I'd love that, but… you know," you grinned and playfully swang your sore feet. "Can't really walk."

But this didn't at all seem like a problem to Fred Weasley who only shrugged and stood up, "You don't have to. I'll carry you."

"Merlin, no! Please, it's not necessary."

Fred frowned, but his confused expression was soon replaced by an amused one.

"You said it yourself that your feet hurt like hell. And even if carrying you around isn't necessary, it doesn't mean I don't want to."

You attempted to tame the butterflies.

"No, no! You seriously don't have to, I promise," you frantically protested as you held up your hands in front of you to reassure him, but he only gave you a weird look. "I can walk on my own. I'll be too heavy for you."

"There's only one way to find out."

Fred walked over to you and leaned down, one hand sneaking around your waist and the other slipping under your knees. You shrieked in terror, arms flying to clutch at his shoulders, and heat rose to your cheeks from the abrupt contact. Your chests were pressed together, and you were afraid he'd be able to feel your racing heart. His skin was warmer than you had thought, and it successfully fought off the night summer chill.

"Are we going?" Fred whispered down at you, lips so close to yours that you recognized the nuance of champagne in his breath, mixing unbelievably well with the scent of cinnamon and sandalwood of his cologne.

Not only is he sinfully attractive, but he smells heavenly too?

"Yes," you breathed and let Fred effortlessly walk across the meadow with you in his arms. They brought this new, odd, yet familiar sense of security, and you allowed your head to rest against his chest, nervous gaze wandering off into the distance in hopes of not meeting his. Nevertheless, curiosity eventually took the best of you, and your eyes would occasionally flicker to his, which were now completely black under the night sky. They could swallow you whole, you swore.

Minutes later, you found yourselves in the company of old, enormous willows which surrounded the pond you so vividly remembered from your teenage years. You thanked Fred as he carefully let you down, and took a few steps forward to look around and drench in the misty moonlight that enveloped the area. The waters were crystal clear and completely still, reflecting the moon and its majestic silver glow. The bushes had grown significantly over the time you were away, and you fondly looked back at the moments when you would pick up colorful wildflowers in the summer before your fourth year.

"Shall we sit?" Fred asked quietly from right behind your shoulder, and you followed him with a nod. You found a comfortable spot on the fresh grass to sit, a few feet away from where the water met the soil and moved back and forth ever so slightly.

"It's more beautiful than I remember," you noted, lips curled up in a barely visible smile. Fred hummed in agreement.

"That's why I always make sure to come here every chance I get when I return. But, unfortunately, that's very rare in my case."

For a moment, there was only the chirping of crickets and the soft bubbling of water.

Fred turned to you.

"Remember when mum used to call for us to de-gnome the garden and we'd hide here? We could stay in the bushes for hours before we eventually came back," he recalled, seeming deep in thought. It was an extraordinary sight; for once the playful spark in his eyes was more mellow, there was no cockiness seeping into the way he was holding himself. He was just Fred, the man who was currently thinking with so much adoration and love about his childhood, the most significant memories of it being marked by you.

You wondered, given you ever had the chance to spend with Fred as much time as your older brother did, if the charismatic prankster would have fallen for you like you had done. You wondered, given the chance you had let Fred get to know you better all those summers ago, if his heart would have belonged to you by now just like yours did to him.

Had you possibly missed your chance?

"Oh, I do," you sighed, the tension in your chest vanishing as warm nostalgia crept in like an old friend. "I also remember when I got this really bad nightmare that night. I was so terrified that you took me on a ride with your broom in the middle of the night to cheer me up."

"That's true! My parents don't know about it to this day," he replied smugly. "I can still hear you screaming like a lunatic."

You jokingly smacked his arm, "I was twelve!"

Fred's grin grew wider.

"Excuses…"

This only caused you to stare at him in disbelief and cross your arms, managing your most serious expression, but Fred was aware you were on the verge of failing to keep your stern facade. He squinted his eyes as a teasing attempt to provoke you, smile threatening to split his face in two.

"Alright then, that's enough about me," you announced, and Fred nodded in mock agreement as he studied your playful pretence. "If you're so much better than me, Mr Darcy, what else do you do aside from stealing ladies away?"

"Stealing their hearts," he said confidently, flashing you a seductive smirk, reserved only for special girls back in your Hogwarts days. You giggled, finding his antic utterly ridiculous, but you hated to admit that it still turned your blood into liquid fire. Fred apparently saw right through you, because when your eyes landed on his, they appeared completely dark once again, but, you suspected, for a reason other than the lack of light.

Your throat went dry, and you found it hard to swallow down the lump that cut your breath short.

He ran a hand through his ginger hair as he began to explain, "I'm kidding, you know. But to answer your question, George and I have been working on this potion that should be able to change the color of the eyes and hair. Fun for those who enjoy experimenting with their appearance, but it can also be useful to the Ministry. They're actually going to send a team of a couple of aurors to visit us next month so we can update them on our progress and negotiate the details."

"Wow! That's certainly exciting!"

"Is it? I mean, it probably is, but I've been having second thoughts lately if I'm being honest." He scratched the back of his neck, and you realised you had only witnessed him being anxious when it came to his greatest passion. "I'm afraid we might not be done on time, there's still plenty left to improve."

You put a hand on his shoulder to get his attention, and said, "I'm sure you'll figure it all out eventually. Keep working as you normally do, try not to stress too much over the deadline, and even if things go wrong at some point, don't go too hard on yourself. It wouldn't take away any progress you've made so far."

Fred's body relaxed just a bit and he looked down at you. He couldn't deny the sense of serenity that he felt only when he was with you. Even as a careless young boy, he was able to pinpoint the way his midriff would clench every time you'd laugh at his jokes or ask him to play with you, without knowing what it all meant.

But now, as a grown man, he had a word to describe the bittersweet fire within.

"You know what?" He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "I could really benefit from having someone like you around to give me motivation."

"Motivation, huh?" you raised an eyebrow, fighting back a smile. Fred sneaked a hand around your waist and pulled you closer.

"Yes, motivation."

"Motivation for what?"

"Marketing strategies, work projects…" he shrugged nonchalantly, "...among other things."

You quickly caught on, suddenly becoming way too self-aware of the way you were practically cuddled into Fred's side, hand resting on his shoulder while his were wrapped around your waist. But his shining confidence seemed to rub off on you, because you asked.

"What's with you offering me a job all of a sudden?"

His bottom lip was tucked between his teeth as he took his sweet time devouring you with his darkened gaze. You didn't know whether you wanted to hide from it, or expose yourself even further to the way it burned its way straight to your core.

"Well…" Fred dragged out in his low, hoarse voice, and caressed your cheek with his thumb before slipping it under your chin to guide it towards his face. You could nearly taste the remaining flavour of champagne on his lips. "I've certainly been feeling…"

Fred went quiet as he got lost in the way you fit so perfectly in his arms; you had always meant to be there, he realised. His mouth crashed into yours, hands tightly gripping your waist, and you let out a gasp. Fred's lips were soft, although slightly chapped, and they moved gently but firmly against yours, turning you into their slave. Your palms naturally slid up his chest and he closed any remaining distance between your bodies by placing you to straddle his lap. The kiss was a dance of pushing forward and pulling back, two lovers having finally found their rhythm after years of living in fearful desire. You were positively drunk on his taste, on him, and you wished to never become sober.

When your need for air overcame the one for physical contact, you pulled away. Your chests were heaving with rapid, shallow breaths, hearts beating in synch like they had always done. You let a finger tenderly trace his cheekbone down to his jawline, then it came back up to draw different affectionate patterns on his face.

"What were you saying?" you asked, clearly out of breath. "How were you feeling?"

He fondly took your hand that was caressing his skin, and lifted it up to press feather-light kisses on your knuckles. His lips retraced their path until they reached the tips of your fingers, and he kissed those with the gentlest of touch.

You heart ached pleasurably from the way he was handling you with such care, much more than you ever believed he was capable of.

After minutes of worshipping you by the moonlit lake, Fred looked back at you as though you were his entire world. And replied with a smile.

"Inspired."

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the-lady-of-stars · 4 years ago

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Honey, Honey

Javier Peña x Reader x Steve Murphy

Warnings: A sickening amount of fluff maybe but that's about it.

Summary: It's your turn to pick the film for movie night, so naturally you go with a classic- Mamma Mia

Request: "Hi! Can i request poly Javi x reader x Steve where the reader makes the boys watch her favorite movie (maybe like twilight or something cheesy) and they make remarks and jokes about it the whole time to mess with her and she jokingly starts a pillow fight to shut them up and just something really fluffy? thank youuu❤️ ~nonie🦋"

A/N: Hope you enjoy nonnie! Thank you for such a sweet request! Also I went with Mamma Mia bc for some reason I've never gotten around to watching Twilight

[My Narcos requests are still open for Steve and Javi- I write fluff and angst :) ]

The rules were set. You, Steve and Javi would alternate turns to pick the movie for movie night, and when someone picked one the others weren't allowed to complain about it. Of course, the no complaining rule was never abided but still- it was your turn to pick and your boys would have to deal with it.

While they were getting together beer and snacks you rummaged through your handbag for the tape of tonight's rental - a classic- Mamma Mia. Rom-com, musical, what more could you ask for. Sure, you could have picked some heavy fast-paced action film with an in-depth plot, but extensive hours at the DEA lead to you long for a temporary escape from gunfire and car chases- so Mamma Mia it was.

You slid the tape into the player before retreating to the plush couch and settling down next to Steve. His eyes softened and the stress visibly melted from his face as he looked down at you, a warm smile tugging at his lips. He moved his hand to your chin, tracing a thumb along your bottom lip tenderly before leaning down to repeat the action with his lips, capturing them in his own.

"Hey," Javi's gruff voice interrupted, "no funny business, it's movie night."

"Aww, y' jealous, Peña?" Steve drawled, not lifting his eyes from your gaze as he caressed your skin.

The last thing you heard was a huff before you found yourself tilting backwars with a yelp, Javi bending you back from Steve and pulling you into a passionate kiss. Where Steve's was soft and calming, Javier's was rough and possessive, claiming your lips with a swipe of his tongue. He pulled away with a smirk, leaving you panting breathlessly.

"Me? No, 'course not."

You watched, slightly dazed, as Murph rolled his eyes and flicked a piece of popcorn in Javi's direction, the latter catching it in his mouth with a wink.

"Stop distracting me, it's movie night," you whined, settling back into your space in the middle of the couch.

"What'd you pick, anyway?" Steve asked.

You smirked as you hit the play button, knowing they'd be suffering for your enjoyment for the next two hours.

"Ugh, God" Javier groaned, palming over his face, "another fucking musical."

Steve burst out laughing at the grin on your face, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and squeezing you closer against him.

"Shhhhh- no complaining, Jav, you know the rules," you laughed at the pained expression on his face as he turned his eyes to you from over his hand.

"Fine, fine- okay, just- get it over with."

You grinned, shifting to lie with your head in Javi's lap and your legs in Steve's. You watched as Javi tried to keep up his façade of being grumpy, failing miserably at the sight of your excited eyes beaming up at him, a smile pulling at his mouth.

Three sets of eyes turned to the telivision as the opening number played. You made it about 15 seconds in before Javier began to complain.

"See, why does everyone have to start singing, like what's that about-"

"Shh!" you hushed him, feeling Steve's chest shake as he laughed.

Javier groaned as he took in the lyrics of the song, eyes squinting as he shook his head.

"A love machine? Hells that supposed to mean? I feel like if you're being mechanical in bed it can't be that go-"

"JAVI!" you whined, swatting at his chest.

"Okay, okay, fine, I'll shut up," he raised his hands in surrender.

You got about ten seconds of blissful silence before-

"I think I'd describe myself as a love machine-" Steve started.

"That's not a good thing, Murph, like I said-"

"OHH, will you two please just let me watch the film in peace," you groaned, tipping your head back in defeat.

"Yes ma'am," Steve grinned, petting your thigh lovingly with soft strokes and squeezes.

For the next little while the boys were quiet, Steve still stroking your thigh while Javier played with your hair.

Until Javier once again...

"Why'd they hire that guy, he really can't sing- I mean listen to him!"

"Ah ah ah, I will not accept any Pierce Brosnan slander, thank you very much." You quickly interrupted him, poking a finger up at his chin.

"He is good lookin' though, I mean look at those eyes-" Steve rose his eyebrows and motioned to the screen.

"Isn't that guy almost 70 now?" Javier complained, looking at Steve in disbelief.

"And? Your point is?" you objected. "He's a total DILF!"

Javi sighed deeply, throwing his head back and shaking it lightly.

"Yeah, I'm with her on this one," Steve agreed.

"'Course you are," Javi stated before mumbling "ass-kisser" under his breath.

Javier resigned himself to suffering in silence for the rest of the film, grumpily shovelling handfuls of popcorn into his mouth.

Meanwhile you and Steve were working at the drinks, downing more and more until you became so invested in the musical it became a karaoke. Meryl Streep, as much as you loved her, couldn't hold a candle to Murph's drunken and off-key rendition of 'The Winner takes it all', Javier pretending not to be entertained as you rolled in laughter in his lap with tears streaming from your eyes.

Two hours later the credits finally rolled, causing Javi to sigh in relief. That was, naturally, until the post-credits tune Waterloo began, invoking yet another karaoke rendition from Steve and yourself, Steve holding you upright on your knees on the couch chest to chest.

"Please, no more, you two sound like street cats fighting over the last scrap of meat."

Steve gasped in mock offense before lifting on of the throw pillows and lobbing it in Javier's direction.

"Oh you wanna play it that way, huh? Pillow fight? Like a little girls' sleepover? Well if you're gonna be like that-" Javi leapt up and whacked the pillow against the top of Steve's head. Steve retaliated by launching his body on top of Javi to lie on his chest, taking you with him. Sandwiched between the two play-fighting men you could do little but laugh as they wrestled each other.

Steve grinned as he caught the sensitive spot on Javi's side, causing the latter to laugh heartily at the ticklish feeling. At the look of amusement on your face, Javier turned his attention to you, an idea forming in his head.

"Oh, yeah? Think that's funny do you, baby?" Javi made eye contact with Steve, gesturing for the two of them to shift their attention to their girl. Steve caught the hint, a smirk spreading across his face.

"Guess we'll have to show you just how funny it can be, huh?" Steve simpered.

Javi rolled so that you fell from his chest onto the couch, the two men now resting in a push-up position above you.

"No, no, no- please-" you begged, but it was too late. Two sets of hands skimmed across your skin, instantly locating all of the most ticklish spots as you wailed. Your chest convulsed in laughter, the sound of it mingling with theirs as tears sprang to your eyes.

"Okay- I surrender- please, please!" you sobbed. They finally took mercy on you, stopping their attack and leaning down to lie almost on top of you.

Both boys pressed kisses to all the flesh they could reach around your face and neck, allowing you to feel their smiles against your skin.

You raised both hands and laid one on each of their heads, petting them with all the love you held.

Javi shifted to hold his face over yours, a tender look in his eyes which stole the breath from your lungs. He sent a knowing smile at you then leaned down to capture your lips, the kiss slow and deep. He stroked your cheek, slanting his mouth to meet yours even further. A whimper interrupted your kiss, a jealous Steve nuzzling your jaw with his nose. You laughed breathlessly, beckoning him towards you with a gentle "C'mere, Murph."

Steve headbutted a grumbling Javi out of the way before stealing your lips for himself, the kiss just as meaningful and passionate as the first. He whined into your mouth as you tugged lightly at his hair, his tongue flicking against your lip. His breath brushed against your mouth as he panted longingly.

"Stop hogging, asshole," Javi fussed, trying to wedge his way back to your mouth.

It was going to be a long night, but you'd never complain. You loved them, and you could feel just how much they loved you.

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blackhakumen · 3 years ago

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Mini Fanfic #882: Challenge Accepted and Attempted (Kingdom Hearts)

3:34 p.m. at Land of Departure's Training Grounds........

Terra: So you're saying this whole... No Nut November challenge is based solely around endurance? (Starts Taking a Sip of his Bottle of Water)

Isa: That's right. (Wiping a Few Sweats Off his Forehead With a Towel Before Putting it Behind his Shoulders) Originally, it's purpose was supposed to be a meme of sorts on the internet. ('Sigh') But apparently, for some.... unknown reason, everyone seems to be taking it a lot more seriously nowadays than they ever did beforehand.

Terra: I see.....And.... all you have to do is make it throughout the entire month without....(Starts Blushing a Little)...well....you know....

Isa: Letting your lustful desires run rapid and loose?

Terra: ('Sigh') Yeah....That. I'm thinking about participating in that challenge myself actually.

Isa: (Raised an Eyebrow in a Intrigued Like Fashion) Really now?

Terra: Yeah. I mean, it only last about a month, right? So why not?

Isa: I suppose doing this sort of thing for a single month doesn't sound too complicated on the long run.....(Puts on a Confident Smirk on his Face) Very well, I suppose I'll take part of this challenge as well. Seems like child's play already.

Terra: (Smiles Brightly) Great. (Gives Isa a Manly Handshake) Then starting today, let's show this so called "challenge" who's boss?

Isa: Couldn't say it any better myself.

One Day Later, Outside of Twilight Town's Coffee Place........

Isa: (Takes a Sip of his Cup of Freshly Made Coffee) So, Terra, how are you on this fine-

Terra: (Already Have His Head Slumped Down on the Table) I FAILED THE CHALLENGE!

Isa: (Eyes Widened in Complete Shock) You what!?

Terra: (Looks Up at Isa in Defeat and Shame) You heard me, man.... I'm a failure of the making! Couldn't even last a single night....

Isa: (Couldn't Believe What He's Hearing Right Now) I-I don't understand.....This is the second day of the month. How did you gave in so quickly!?

Terra: (Takes a Bit of a Deep Breath Before Speaking Again) Okay. So..... remember when the kids spent the night at the Smash Mansion for a Sleepover? Well, once ours left the house an hour or two earlier, Aqua and I had the entire place to ourselves, watching a few movies here and there. Then after that, I.....

Flashback

Terra: Hey, Aqua! (Walks into His and Aqua's Bedroom) You found another movie for us watch to-(Eyes Suddenly Begins to Widened at What is in Front of Him) night.......

Aqua: (Laying on the Bed In a Seductive Like Fashion While Wearing a Blue Night Dress) You know, Terra, I've been thinking.... Instead of watching another movie and so forth, about we....spend some nice, quality time in our room together?~

Terra: (Immediately Starts Blushing) J-J-Just the.....two of us?

Aqua: Yeah. I mean....(Starts Getting Up From The Bed While Slowly Making her Way to Terra) We DO have the place to ourselves for the rest of the evening, so......(Use her Finger to Walk Up Close to Terra's Upper Chest) we might as well start making the most out of it, you know?~

Terra: T-True, but....u-ummmm.....

Aqua: Yes, my dear?~

Terra: (Come on, Terra....Stay strong! We only have four and a half weeks until this Month is over with. We can't back down now!....) (Starts Smiling Nervously and Awkwardly) A-Are you sure you don't wanna watch another movie? I heard Lucoa is pretty good in hindsight!

Aqua: I'm sure we'll have all the time in the world to watch it some other day.

Terra: I-I mean....yeah, but-

Aqua: (Immediately Gives Terra the Sad Puppy Dog Look) Pleeeeeaseee, Terra?~ I really wanna do this with you~

Terra: Y-You sure?

Aqua: I'm sure.

Terra: Positive?

Aqua; Very positive.

Terra: ..... Positive Times infinity-

Aqua: Terra!

Terra: I was just wondering if you're serious is all!

Aqua; ('Sigh') I am serious about this. (Gently Holds Terra's Hand) There us no one I would rather send the rest of my night with than with you, my love~ (Starts Kissing the Top of Terra's Hand)

Terra stares at Aqua for a couple of more seconds until.....

Terra: (Fuck it.) Aqua.

Aqua: Hm?

Terra: No more delays. (Spread his Arms Wide Open) I'm all yours- AH!(Gets Hug Tackled by a Very Happy Aqua)

Back to the Present

Terra: And after all of that, we... started making lots of love till the early morning. May have lost the battle that night, but....('Sighs a Bit Heavily') It was the best defeat I ever had.....

Isa: ('Sigh') And here I thought you're the strongest man I've ever known....

Terra: I-I'm still strong! I was just.....(Starts Blushing Again While Rubbing the Back of his Head Back and Forth) caught off guard is all....

Isa: (Gives Terra a Deadpinned Look on his Face) Riiight.....And I'm guessing her charms were too much for you to handle from the very beginning, no?

Terra: (Comically Glares at Isa) Well, excuse me for being in love with a woman like Aqua, man! She's strong, resourceful, cute... beautiful....k-kissab- I-I mean! She's amazing all around. So it's no surprise why I failed the challenge that easily!

Isa: ('Sigh') I see....Well, regardless, your attempt in the challenge were........ admirable to say the least. But I'm sure you'll be able to triumph next year....(Starts Sipping his Coffee With a Bit of a Loud Slurp Before Putting the Cup Down)

Terra: ..........What was that just now?

Isa: What was what?

Terra: The way you drank that coffee of yours. It's not now you usual drank it at all.

Isa: So I drink it in a way that is different. It's not really that much of a big deal in hindsight.

Terra: Maybe. But you ALWAYS took your time to enjoy every bit of that coffee that comes straight into your taste buds. And the only time you drink it differently is when you're either stressed out or when something's up. (Starts Crossing Arms) And I'm starting to believe the latter option.

Isa: (Stares at Isa For a Brief Second Before Quickly Turning Away) I don't know what you're talking about....

Terra: Something happened last night, didn't it?

Isa: Again. Don't know what you're talking about, Terra.

Terra: Isa, I know you're hiding something from me.

Isa: Doesn't mean you have anything to prove.

Terra: Isa, if you don't tell me what happened last night in three seconds, I will call Lea and ask him to tell me himself.

Isa: You're bluffing.

Terra: One.....(Picks His Phone Up From the Table) Two.....

Isa: ('Groans I Defeat') Alright, fine! You caught me! I.....too failed the challenge last night.....

Terra: (Eyes Widened in Complete Shock) Seriously!? How? You seem like you have more of a chance of succeeding it than I ever could.

Isa: Perhaps. But.....('Sighs Heavily') Unfortunately, fate had other plans during that time. It all started when our kids left the apartment and......

Another Flashback

Isa: (Walks Into the Living Room) Lea, have you seen my reading glasses any- (Eyes Slowly Widened a Little at What is In Front of Him) where.....

Lea: (Looks Up to Isa While Laying on the Sofa, Wearing Isa's Glasses and Holding a Book) Ah. Isa. (Closes the Book) Fancy seeing you here in this find evening.

Isa: ...............Lea, what exactly are you doing right now?

Lea: Oh nothing out of the ordinary. Just spending my quality time reading this intriguing book about Astronomy and whatnot.

Isa: ...............You read?

Lea: Yep.

Isa: An ACTUALLY book?

Lea: Correctamundo. Granted, I haven't completely finished the book quite yet, I will say though is that the things I've read and learned so has been...very interesting to say the least.

Isa: (Couldn't Believe What is Happening Right Now) .....No. Just....no. I don't believe this.

Lea: (Raised an Eyebrow) Believe what exactly?

Isa: That you, of ALL people, who spending the entire night JUST to read a book!

Lea: Really? Does it seem unbelievable to you in some way?

Isa: Yes. It does actually. I've known you for years and not ONCE have I ever seen you trying to read a book, let alone acknowledge their existence!

Lea: True, but I have been peaking interest in doing so for quite a while now. So....here we are.

Isa: I still don't believe you.

Lea: Well, you're gonna have to eventually.

Isa: The only way I'll yield is you start proving me wrong. When I highly doubt you have what it ta-

Lea: Astronomy is a natural science that studies celestial objects and phenomena. It uses mathematics, physics, and chemistry in order to explain their origin and evolution. Objects of interest include planets, moons, stars, nebulae, galaxies, and comets. Relevant phenomena include supernova explosions, gamma ray bursts, quasars, blazars, pulsars, and cosmic microwave background radiation. More generally, astronomy studies everything that originates beyond Earth's atmosphere.

Isa: (Almost at a Loss of Words) My god.......

Lea: Now, as much as I would love to give you more information it's origin and upbringing, I can tell from first glance that you wouldn't be too interested in this short of stuff. So-

Isa: Lea.

Lea: Yes, Isa?

Isa: Take your ass to bed~

Lea: (Starts Smirking Seductively) Yes sir~

Back to the Present....Again

Terra: Wow.......He got you real good.

Isa: ('Sighs Heavily') As much as I hate to admit....You're right, That idiot managed to play me right in the palm of his hands. Which makes it even more frustrating when reveals that he has been faking the act this entire time.

Terra: Yeesh......I'm surprised he managed to pull it off at all.

Isa: Agreed. (Takes Another Sip of his Coffee) ('Sigh') Attempting the No Nut November challenge was a mistake.

Terra: Yeah, but.....(Smiles Sheepishly) At least we tried, right?

Isa: ('Sigh') I suppose......

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doyelikehaggis · 4 years ago

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Rowing the Rarepair Rowboat: Josie Saltzman x Jed Tien (Legacies)

Requested by anonymous

Josie's laughing. She has been for nearly the last half hour, no matter how serious she keeps trying to be.

"No, no — that's not what it says!" she says, trying to sound stern but only laughing more as Jed continues purposefully messing up the script. She reaches to take it back from him. "Stefan would never say that!"

"It's creative freedom," Jed argues, grinning. His voice only grows more amused as he stretches his arm up further with the script, knowing that she can't reach it but delighting in watching her try. Those stupid four inches of height really do make a difference even sitting down. "Landon took creative freedom just writing this whole thing, so why can't we?"

Josie puffs out a breath, momentarily pausing her attempts. "Because — Landon kept as close to the facts as he could through history books and talking with my uncle Damon, but you—“

She lunges for the script, thinking his guard will be lowered enough for her victory. But Jed has the reflexes of a wolf and immediately stretches his arm higher, switching the script over to his right hand to add even more of an obstacle, and leaving her hands to lunge pointlessly at his wrist. Jed laughs and it's impossible for Josie not to as well, even through her groaning and slumping in defeat.

"—you're just making things up!" she finishes with another huff.

"You don't know that!" Jed insists, his eyes shining with joy at their playful bickering. "Here, listen, I feel like I can really capture Stefan's inner monolouge." He clears his throat theatrically and Josie rolls her eyes even as she bites the inside of her cheek to keep her smile from straying too far at the serious, brooding look he puts on. "I'm so conflicted. Should I tell Elena that I'm a vampire, or should I cover myself in glitter and go out in the sun in front of her in the hopes that she'll catch on?"

"Oh my god, sto-o-op!" Josie exclaims, bursting into laughter again and throwing her head back. "You sound like Uncle Damon!"

"I'm mocking Damon," Jed counters, his mock seriousness cracking to let his grin shine through as he slips back into his dramatic speech, standing up. Josie's eyes widen and she follows him, back to actively trying to retrieve the script from him. "What if she would prefer a sparkling boyfriend? Will I have to lie and tell her Twilight was real for the rest of our lives together?"

"I think she would notice you were lying when you run out of — glitter!" Josie makes another failed lunge for the script. She jumps for it, but Jed quickly switches hands again. "Or when she becomes a vampire as well and realizes that she burns just trying to open the curtains."

Jed hums and nods as if in genuine deep thought, all while still walking backwards and ensuring the script is out of her reach. She's not really trying to get it back anymore. More just making halfhearted lunges for it, only succeeding in grabbing at his arms instead.

"You make a good point," he concedes. "Maybe she'd be willing to settle for me in all of my non-sparkliness." A mischievious glint brightens in his eyes as he looks at Josie and plasters on that brooding look again. "Elena. I'm sorry I don't sparkle."

Josie rolls her eyes. "Are we really doing this?"

Jed raises an eyebrow and gives her a look that says, we are if you play along. And, okay, they have some time to spare for rehearsal. Landon probably won't need them for another half hour while he's going over Lizzie's scenes as their mom and Cleo as Aunt Bonnie. They're having some trouble getting their last duet number done, the one before the wedding after Stefan killed Enzo. It's a whole thing.

So, playing along could be fun.

"You lied to me, Stefan," Josie says, putting on her best impression of her aunt Elena. She tries not to think about how much trouble she would be in for this with her. "You told me it was all real. Was it all just an act? Are you even really allergic to garlic?"

The last part nearly makes Jed crack up on the spot, having to press his lips together. After a calm beat, he gets back into character — or at least the caricatures of them — and looks at Josie with wide eyes, pleading with her.

"I..." He turns his head away dramatically, and in a whisper, says, "No. I'm not."

Josie scoffs and takes a step back as if scandalized. Disgusted.

"Our entire relationship is a lie!" she accuses, a hand on her chest. "Did you plan on running into me that day outside the bathroom? Was this whole thing just some... some twisted, manipulation?"

"No!" Jed steps towards her, hands outstretched to reach for hers, but Josie holds one up in front of her, stopping him short. "No, it was nothing like that. Yes, I — I maybe did run into you on purpose that day, but it's because I already knew how much I cared about you. And when we did meet, those feelings for you only grew stronger."

They are partially taking words from the script, Josie acknowledges, only saying them instead of singing them, and it's only bits here and there. The rest is entirely improvised on the spot, and Josie will admit, she's kind of impressed by how well he's nailing this. She knew he was really excited about getting to play Stefan but she hadn't really thought he put that much thought into it beyond... well, showing off like a lot of the others who auditioned.

"But how can I know that you're telling the truth?" Josie says, shaking her head sadly. She gingerly reaches for the pendant around her neck, fingering it gently as she glances down at it. "You could have gotten in my head without me knowing about it."

"I would never do that to you," Jed insists firmly, trying to catch and hold onto her gaze. "That necklace protects you from any vampire's mind compulsion. I gave it to you to protect you."

"From you?" Josie snaps, her head shooting up and her chin jutting out with a glare.

A mistake, because it gives Jed the perfect opportunity to keep her eyes locked on his. Once they're there, focused on his wide, sad eyes — they're not as dark in this lighting and up this close, they're kind of like a shimmering brown, little lighter brown specks flickering like sparks off of a spell against the darker brown — she can't look away. She's too caught up in it.

"Yes," Jed agrees softly. "From me as well. So you would know, when this moment finally came, that I would never dream of doing anything to hurt you. Not on purpose." He sighs. "You don't have to trust me, Elena, but please believe that I'm telling the truth when I tell you that everything else was real, including... especially my feelings for you."

"How can you be so sure, Stefan?" Josie asks. "How -- how do you know yourself that what you feel for me is real and not just some way for you to hold on to your past?" She steels her stare as best she can, setting her jaw. "To Katherine?"

"Because what I feel for you is beyond anything I ever felt for Katherine," Jed swoops right in, saying the right words in the right voice.

He steps forward and she doesn't back away this time, but tilts her head up, keeping her ground. Then, with perfect calculation, and as smooth as if he does this all the time, he reaches out and rests a hand on either side of her neck, thumbs just barely brushing her jaw. When she says she freezes like a statue, she means it save for the shiver that runs from where his palms are touching her skin, down her spine and up the back of her neck.

"You and her… you're nothing alike," Jed says, softening his voice like melted butter, and Josie swears she's not just staring at him with her mouth open in awe, but she also can't be sure. "You share an appearance, but when I look at you... you're all I see. No one else. Because your heart is what make you who you are, and your soul. And those are things I can feel and see, and they're the reason that I fell in love with you. Because of who you are, the way you think, the way you love and feel so passionately."

He slips a hand up to lightly brush away a stray lock of her hair. His eyes follow his own fingers to tuck it behind her ear. Josie tries to recall if werewolves have heightened hearing because her heart may be turning into a ticking time bomb and she's not too sure why, but something is telling her no one else should be allowed to hear it.

"That's why I love you," Jed repeats, reconnecting with her gaze. "Even if you may never believe that."

This is her cue, a little voice reminds her, suddenly striking an alarm bell that reverberates through her mind and kicks her out of her staring —gazing, it was definitely gazing, Lizzie would call it gazing, for sure.

"I believe you," she breathes out.

Jed blinks in surprise, then a soft smile takes its place. Josie returns it.

Then the Lizzie voice echoes back through her mind, saying, this is the part in the play where you kiss. And that thought absolutely terrifies Josie, because — what? They were just joking around, but it's occuring to her now that come show night, they will be doing this again, for real, and yes, there will be a kiss. A very scripted kiss. No spontaniety.

"Even..." she continues quietly, kicking the train of thought off its tracks and diverting down a safer route, "... if I'm disappointed that you don't sparkle. I was looking forward to having a disco ball for a boyfriend."

It successfully breaks Jed out of character; he laughs and has to look away. Josie almost breathes a sigh of relief with the connection broken. It was like a spell had come over her. She just laughs with him, her shoulders easing down a little from where they had hunched with frozen tension.

Before either of them can speak again, there's an outburst of applause from the doorway. Josie's and Jed's eyes widen as they both quickly look over to find Landon, Lizzie, and Cleo standing there. All three are clapping and wearing bright smiles; Landon's eyes are wide and... in awe, his expression like an excited puppy; Cleo is simply smiling, but there's something in her eyes that dances around the knowing expression; and Lizzie has never looked so smug in her life.

The two of them break apart, Jed quickly pulling his hands back to him then hastily stuffing them in his pockets. Josie fiddles with the pendant around her neck and tries to avoid looking at anyone as her cheeks flush hot and probably red.

"That... was amazing!" Landon is saying, marching right over to them with purpose that gives Josie great anxiety. "You two — oh my god, the chemistry? You have nailed the roles of Stefan and Elena, I mean" —he's looking between them with those wide eyes of disbelief, shaking his head— “if I didn't know better watching that, I would have sworn it was real! You were obviously the perfect choices for this."

Josie's face only flushes harder, more furiously at that comment. She chuckles nervously, and it ends too quickly. When she glances up at Lizzie, she finds exactly the expression she was anticipating. The knowing side-eye, the smirk, the slightly tilted head that says she is definitely getting involved in this. That's going to be a fun conversation.

Meanwhile, Jed rubs his neck sheepishly and tries not to appear too flustered under the many pairs of eyes. "Thanks! Uh, yeah, we were just... practicising. We went a little off-script, sorry about that. Just wanted to get a feel of the characters."

"Oh yeah, I don't doubt you wanted a feel of the characters," Lizzie emphasizes to Josie's mortification. She ignores her do you have to?! look of alarm and crosses her arms. "But... I agree with Landon."

"Yes, you two were incredible," Cleo chimes in, and Josie manages a small smile of thanks back at her when she catches her eyes. "I don't know this Stefan or Elena but with you two playing them, I feel like I do."

Josie's rubbing at her neck now, trying to keep her smile in place as she nods. "Thanks. So, uh, are you guys done rehearsing?"

The quick change in subject does not go unnoticed by either of the girls. Or Jed, who slides her a glance that adamantly avoids catching. Only Landon, who deflates a little but doesn't entirely lose the strangely upbeat thing he has going on at the moment.

"Sort of. For now. We're taking a break," he says. "We've got most of the number down. It's just this bit towards the end, but it'll be all fine. You guys just keep rehearsing — all of you!"

He points a finger at each of them in turn as he starts to back away. Josie's beginning to think his upbeat thing is more of a nervous breakdown thing the more she sees him. It's like he's becoming more and more unravelled with every rehearsal. Understandable, she thinks quietly to herself, it's not��exactly easy.

As he leaves the gym, Lizzie turns an arched eyebrow on them. "So, should we leave the two of you to continue rehearsing or—“

"Actually, I have Chemistry — I mean—“ Josie hasn't wished Malivore to swallow her whole so much in her life "—I have class. So, uh..." She turns to face Jed for the first time since they were interrupted and shoots him a smile, asking, "Later? We can, uh, pick back up from... pa-page twenty-three?"

Jed nods, maybe a little too vigorous and frantic. "Yeah, of course!"

"Okay! Good." Josie swings right around, saying, "Bye!" then marches straight towards the door and out of the gym before anyone can stop her.

#legacies #legaciesedit #josie saltzman #jed #jedosie #josie x jed #jed x josie #rowing the rarepair rowboat #myedits*#OKAY BUT I'M INTO THIS CAN YOU TELL #I'm so into this ship now damn it #this is like jedosie + a side of stelena lmao and I loved writing it #I'm technically cheating because this is actually part of a fic I'm writing but shhh #long post #jed tien

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etlunainmorte · 5 years ago

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“May I have the honor of this dance, my lady?”

"I long to see such things as those you have probably seen. I want to experience everything and I wish to see them with my own eyes. See for myself what these poems of mine describe. But, the idea of doing those things alone,… do not please me, at all.”

“Would I be selfish if I ask you to accompany me, little wanderer?”

“Those scars,… symbolize the true enjoyment and will that you felt doing that special something you adore. Those feet, my Lady,… I would kiss,… over,… and over again,… if I could,… ”

“What matters is that you still have precious people around you, my Lady. You must focus on not losing them, as well.”

“Those feelings you have for me, I’m afraid we do not share them mutually.”

"I do feel obliged to tell you that I’ am not the person you seem to know. I’ am neither a good person, nor a hero you consider. In fact, I’ am the villain of your story. And I, may I add, only helped you because you seem so,… useless. Why would you even take up this massive commission in the first place? You are not as half as strong as the weakest Devil Hunter here to begin with. You are just a weak human who relies on others for survival."

“I choose,… POWER!”

"ENOUGH!"

You woke up to the sound of his frightening voice that seemed to rattle the whole place. Your eyes adjusted to the darkness inside your room as you hysterically felt for the things around you. And when your cold and trembling hands reached what felt like the soft and smooth bed covers you haven't used for what seemed like ages, your heart felt like it would shatter. You know he was there, just outside your dark and suffocating room, and you knew full well that if you get up, walk to that door, and open it, you will see him.

But, at the same time, you knew you can't.

How you've wanted so much to go to him, to throw yourself at him, to embrace him, and tell him that you love him very much but, you know you can't.

"I choose,... POWER!"

Those were the words that he told you after you bore your whole, fragile heart to him. It,... hurt you, and you knew you would be lying if you said it didn't. It hurts, and you could never deny that fact.

Then, darkness. You couldn't remember anything else after that. What happened after that? And how long ago was that? A week? A month? A year?

You tried to move an inch, however, an unbelievable sensation of pain hit your mid - section, your arms, and your legs. You covered your mouth, trying to stifle the scream of horrified pain that tried to escape from it as you heard some more, incomprehensible noises outside. It seemed that he was not alone. There were others,...

... but you didn't have any idea who they were,...

... only that they sounded familiar.

With a huge amount of effort, you carefully sat up as you propped up on your elbows, still feeling the excruciating pain in your body. You carefully swung your right leg off the edge of the bed first, followed by your left one. When you felt the coldness of the floor through your toes, you slowly put your feet down, then tried to stand,...

... only for you to collapse and scramble on the floor. You swiftly covered your mouth once more and closed your eyes as you stopped yourself from screaming and crying.

Everything hurts. Everything.

You remained on the floor curled up like this as your tears fell silently from your face. Your arms on your stomach and your legs folded, you stayed there, embracing the coldness and loneliness and waiting for those ear - shattering sounds to subside. And when they finally did, you took a deep breath and tried to stand once more. It became awfully quiet but, you couldn't care less. At least, they were gone. He was gone.

And that was entirely better compared to him pushing you away and physically and emotionally hurting you yet again.

With a slight limp, you made your way towards the door, and,...

All of a sudden, you heard it - a knock. On your front door.

Your hand abruptly left the doorknob as the knock became more and more impatient. You were about to go back to your own bed, cover yourself with those heavy bed sheets, and pretend that you didn't hear anything, when you heard a familiar voice.

"Hey, V! You forgot something at the shop!"

What,... ?

Despite the pain in your stomach and limbs, you flung open the door and sped towards the front door, ignoring the mess in the living room and even failing to notice your precious antique record on the table. You grabbed the brass doorknob, flung open the door, and,...

"Whoa, Babe! You don't look so good - "

The man was startled when you threw yourself into his arms, and when he felt your body trembling as you let out those tears of agony, he couldn't help but feel even more protective towards you.

You looking so sad and broken and vulnerable,...

... it simply tore his heart apart.

He,... could not bear it!

"I'm sorry, Dante!" He heard your muffled sob. You were making his jacket wet with tears but, he didn't care.

He didn't care.

Because he only cared about you.

"I'm so sorry,..."

Wrapping his arms around your fragile frame, he said, "Why are you saying that?! You did nothing wrong, (Y/N)! You - "

"I'm sorry - !"

The man grabbed your shoulders and looked straight into your red and puffy eyes.

"Alright, babe." He told you straight in the face without so much as a hesitation. "You're coming with me."

***

I See My Future Before Me - Alternate Endings

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To Dante, staying low and quiet for almost three months felt agonizing enough. He could only take small Demon hunting jobs for a while so as not to raise any suspicion. Hell, he even took a different name and went as far as Gaoltown ( where there was little to no demonic activity ) past Swan Lane where no one would recognize him. Not to mention putting Morrison in charge of Devil May Cry during his absence ( he just couldn't trust anyone, even Trish or Lady, for this ).

Well, despite this meager choice of a lifestyle, Dante still miraculously pulled through. He often volunteered for farm work when he has no Demon hunting commissions, helping with the harvest ( people were kind enough to let him take home some fruits and vegetables after a hard day's work ) or taking care of the cattle ( the sheep were all nice to him, so were the cows but, all of the goats seemed to share the same interest of kicking him in the butt for some reason ). His new neighbors, a cute old couple ( who honestly looked like an old couple from a fairy tale ), although a bit suspicious of him at first, came to really like him, often giving him meals so he would not go out of town to procure some. The simple rural days felt so calm and peaceful, and the quiet nights felt so serene and cool, unlike the always busy and chaotic atmosphere of Red Grave.

Over time, the humble rural life of Gaoltown has grown on Dante, and soon enough, he has learned to accept his new life as a simple man with simple pleasures.

And the girl who was living with him? The people came to love her, as well, just like how they've grown to love him.

"You will take long?" You asked as you watched Dante prepare for another Demon hunting commission ( this time, a pair of Hell Judecas bothering the Gaoltown mayor's family ), confused as to the sudden change in his demeanor. Normally, his missions only lasted for a few hours, four to five, tops.

But, now, he said that the mission would take an entire day to do.

And for only a couple of Hell Judeca's? That sounded so suspicious,...

The Legendary Devil Hunter, whose skin has become tan due to many hours outside helping the neighbors with farm work, looked up and gave you that charming boyish smile. "You sound like a worried wife."

You sighed as you shook your head. "I' am worried. There are only two Demons. It shouldn't take you an hour or so." You placed the kitchen towel impatiently on top of the wooden table and stepped closer towards him. "Tell me, why do you need a whole day to do this?"

The man stood up and gently laid his callous hands on your cheeks. "And now, you sound like a jealous wife."

"Stop that, please,..." You uttered as you shook Dante's hands off and turned away from him. You went towards the window and stared at the peaceful scenery, unable to explain the sudden heaviness in your heart upon hearing those words from Dante.

A worried wife? A jealous, worried wife?

Impossible!

"Impossible,..." You whispered.

"What is?" Dante, who had preternatural hearing, being a half - Demon, and all, asked, walking towards you and placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.

"Nothing." You said, facing him and looking straight into his eyes. "You'll be late. Go now."

To this, Dante only scratched his head in confusion. "Alright, then. I'll see you later."

"Yeah." You answered, getting your stitch work from the sofa and picking up where you left off. "Take care."

Dante's words were still ringing quite clear into your head as the hot and lazy day passed. As usual, the grandma from next door visited you once more to bring you lunch but, this time, she also gave you some linens you might find useful later on. That little boy from the farm where Dante often helped came and read books with you again. He even gave you flowers, the adorable little thing. Said he wanted to marry you when he grew old. You even managed to finish the laundry and the rest of your chores a few minutes before twilight.

For three months, your quiet life went like this. At first, you felt uncomfortable with it, being a person who was so used to traveling and doing lots of activities. But now, the silent life felt like a blessing to your tired body and battered mind. You have learned to be content with the things you currently have, you have learned to appreciate nature even more,...

... and most importantly,...

... you now see Dante in a different light. He,... changed. And not for worse. Your three months of stay in Gaoltown has taught the both of you a lot of things, simplicity, hard work, appreciation,...

... your isolation from the rest of the people you knew has taught you how to appreciate Dante even more.

Well, not that the man has been unkind to you, no. Somehow, it felt like you haven't acknowledged the man enough for all of his hard work. He even chose this kind of life for your own well - being despite knowing all of the consequences. He even did his best in fulfilling his promise to you that no one would ever find out that you're here, hence, all that secrecy and staying low away from everyone.

And honestly? He did all that wonderfully and without a hint of the slightest hesitation.

Just for you.

Of course, the pain was still there. After all, it was evident with the scars on your body and the changes you've recently been going through. You don't want Dante to know about this but, you were feeling as though you were getting weaker and weaker as the days passed, like a battery that was getting closer to its limit. Waking up every morning and getting up from bed felt like a huge struggle, and doing simple chores took most of your strength. Hell, even your hair looked different. Most of its strands were still (H/C) but, should one make the effort of taking a closer look at it, one would surely notice the strands of silver - grey here and there.

And just now, just this morning, you felt,... different. Calmer. More at peace,...

You knew you're time was coming. And Dante being gone for a full day? It felt really frightening.

You were so scared to go without Dante by your side.

Did you learn how to love him just like how he loved you? No. Of course, you were still in love with that man, and Dante knew that. He respected that, even though it hurt him too much deep inside. It broke him.

And still, despite knowing all that, he persevered for you. He may not say it to you outright but, he knew what was going on with you. He noticed your difficulty in getting up each morning. He observed how the simplest of chores would take the most out of you. And most importantly, he knew all about your granny hair problem.

Dante knew but, he never spoke up about it.

And now, as the clock struck six in the evening, you sat in front of your door, waiting for Dante to arrive,...

... only for someone else to come.

You looked up, stood, and took a few steps back. And in shock and fright, you turned away and tried to close the door, only for the visitor to take hold of your arm.

"Hon, talk to me, please!"

"Nico, leave me alone,..."

The Artisan only tightened her grip on your arm as she forced you to look her in the eyes.

"Girl, listen to me." Nico pleaded as quietly as she could so no one would notice the two of you in such a situation. "V has been lookin' all over for ya! But, for some reason, he can't see ya! He is worried sick about ya!"

That name,...

"I - i d - don't know who you're talking about,..." You stuttered as you felt your heart being crushed all over again.

The man,... actually looking for you?

Impossible!

Impossible,...

"What?! Aww, come on! I know Dante has been hidin' ya! Morrison is way too suspicious. And I'm right! Ye're here all along!"

"Nico, can you please leave me alone?" You pleaded for the second time, avoiding her eyes so she won't see you crying. But, it was no use. Nico just wouldn't be budged.

"No! V has changed! He loves ya! He still does! And he wants the two of you to start all over again! He,... wants to make it up to ya! Right every mistake he has done,..." And as if in an effort to throw all of her trump cards at the table for her to win this battle, she desperately added, "V,... can't live without you!"

For a moment, you stopped struggling against her. You took a deep breath, and exhaled, dragging the air out of your lungs as long as possible. You wanted to calm down, you do.

Yes, you love him. You still do.

But,...

... it was too late.

"Where is he?" You asked, making your voice softer.

"Babe, I'm home!" Dante greeted you a few hours later as he entered the house.

"Dante, I'm right here!" You called. The man followed your voice and found you sitting on the sofa in the dark living room.

"Eh, it's too dark in here! Why don't we - ?"

"No!" You cut him off as he was about to turn on the lights. "Please."

Dante only raised his eyebrow in confusion. "O - kay?" Shrugging your strange behavior off, he brought what he was carrying to the middle of the room and placed it on the floor near the windows. "I think it's time we liven things up in here! It's getting a bit boring!"

In the darkness of the room with only the moonlight as your guide, you observed how Dante arranged and connected some wires to the thing he just brought, and a few moments later, the thing lit up, brightening the whole room.

It was a television, and connected with it was a decent dvd player that must've cost Dante a huge sum of money.

"Had to go back to Red Grave to purchase these." Dante smugly confessed. "Hey, I'm sorry I wasn't able to buy Titanic and Dracula for you. They're sold out!"

"What did you get?"

"This."

"Here's Charles Muntz piloting his famous,... "

Your eyes widened at the wonderfully colorful sight before you.

" ... is there nothing he cannot do?! Yes! As Muntz himself says,... "

"ADVENTURE IS OUT THERE! Look out, Mount Rushmore!"

"I, ah, hope you like Pixar." Dante asked as he sat on the floor next to your form.

"It's great." He heard your simple answer. "Pixar is great."

With Dante's head on your lap, the two of you watched as the two characters interacted, how they met, and what started their romance.

"I saw where your balloon went. Come on! Let's go get it. My name is Ellie."

"I thought that's a boy!"

"Dante, it's clearly a girl."

"What? I don't get it!"

"Just watch!"

"There it is! Well, go ahead."

"Ah, I wouldn't do that if I were you, kid."

"Agh, Dante, just - !"

"Okay, okay,..."

"Go on!

"AAAGGGHHH!"

"Told ya,..."

"Oh, poor kid,..."

"HEY, KID!"

"AHH! Ouch!"

"Thought you might need a little cheering up! I have something to show ya!"

...

"I' am about to let you see something I have never shown to another human being. EVER! In my life! You'll have to swear you will NOT tell ANYONE! Cross your heart! DO IT!"

"Aww, that's so cute."

"Really? That seems creepy to me."

"You know what's even creepier, Dante?"

"What?"

"Lady and Trish taking over your shop."

"Oh, right,..."

"MY ADVENTURE BOOK! You know him: Charles Muntz, explorer! When I get big, I'm going where he's going: South America! It's like America but, it's South!"

Dante felt a gentle hand caressing his hair, and he fought the urge to take it and kiss it.

But, somehow,...

... it felt weaker.

And you,...

... you sounded different.

"You know, you don't talk much. I LIKE YOU!"

"(Y/N),..."

"Please,..."

Dante felt his breath hitch when you prevented him from seeing your face.

What,... exactly is going on?!

"Babe, you okay?"

"Yes! As fine as I'll ever be."

"(Y/N), tell me the truth, please."

"I'm fine. Don't worry. And, Dante?"

"Hmm?"

"Thank you. For the television. But, really. You should've told me earlier you're gonna be late because of it."

"Ahh, you sound like a jealous wife again."

"Hmm,... maybe?"

"(Y/N)," Dante began, trying his very best to see your face but, you just wouldn't let him.

Not now.

"Babe, please, tell me what's wrong. Are you hurt? Did something happen? Did - ?"

"Dante, listen to me very carefully." With those words, the man felt your caress once more as you tried to calm him down, all the while preventing him from seeing your face. And your voice,... it sounded so,... "Thank you,... for this house."

"(Y/N),...?"

"Thank you,... for this quiet and humble life. Thank you for taking care of me. For your hard work. For accepting me into your life. For,... accepting me as I' am, flaws, quirks, everything. Thank you,... for your unconditional love."

And to those words you just uttered, Dante felt his whole world collapse before him.

He knew what you meant.

He knew.

Ah,...

"T - the screen," Dante stuttered, his voice failing him as he felt that burning sensation in his eyes once more. And he hated it. " ... it's getting blurry! I should have it changed first thing in the morning - "

"STAY." You almost yelled, your cracking voice giving you away. "Please."

And Dante couldn't do anything.

"I - i'm sorry." The man cried. "I,... f - failed you! I'm sorry, (Y/N). I'm so sorry,..."

"No! You didn't! You did,... wonderfully. And you sound like I'm gonna leave you. That hurts."

"Aren't you?"

"Who told you?"

"Well,..."

You hummed as you bent and wrapped the man in your arms. "I'm not gonna leave you, Dante. I,... might be,... going somewhere,... but, my spirit will stay with you. I will continue to watch over you. I will stay with you,... for as long as it takes. I will never,... leave your side."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

The man felt your soft lips ghost the top of his head, and this only made him hold onto the fragile arms wrapped around him even tighter. He would cherish this moment, this very moment, for as long as he lived.

For as long as he breathed.

"Let's watch, Dante Sparda."

"Alright, (Y/N) (L/N)."

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❤ @la-vita and @clevermentalitybeliever . ❤

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A few hours earlier,...

"Where is he?" You asked, making your voice softer.

"Somewhere!" Nico answered. "He could see us right now. He could hear us."

You smiled. "If he could hear me, then,..." You cleared your throat and made your voice a bit louder despite your failing lungs. "Listen very carefully, V.

"I,... love you. I still do. And I missed you so much. So much it hurts. I still love you,… despite everything. I tried to get you out of my mind, to forget that I've known you. To forget that I have fallen deeply in love with you for the very short time we've been together. And it hurts,... so much,... to know that I will not be able to see you again, that I will not be able to talk to you again. That I will never hear your voice again as you read to me your favorite poems.

"If I could only go back in time, I would prevent all the pain and suffering from happening. I will tell you to run as far away as you can from that place. I don’t care what happens to Red Grave! I will,... save the both of us from that huge blunder. Maybe then, we could start all over again, to get to know each other again. Maybe we could take another shot at it.

"But, it is too late. I'm,... dying, V. Very soon, I will leave this world, and you will be left devastated. However, you have a wonderful life ahead of you. So,... go. Do everything that I told you: travel the whole world, watch all kinds of movies, eat popcorn and lots of junk food, go fishing and catch a boot, win the stuff tiger. See the world that your poems describe. Go,... and do all of those with the person you will love and cherish,... until the end.

"And I? I will stay with the person who gave me unconditional love. I will stay with the person who didn't give up on me despite everything. I will stay with him,... until my last breath.

"I will stay with Dante, until tonight when I close my eyes and enter eternal slumber.

"I love you, V. Now go,... and live a life you'll be proud of."

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#devil may cry 5 #dante sparda #i see my future before me alternate endings #i see dante before me #dante x reader #dante x you

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i-run-with-a-wolfpack · 5 years ago

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I Can't Help But Wait - Chapter 2

Twilight fic/Post Breaking Dawn/Embry Call imprint fic/mature warning/ part 2 of ?

2 - More Questions Than Answers

Embry's POV -

"Can I go now?"

Officer Grant huffed out a breath through his nose, barely glancing up at me before replying, "Just a few more questions."

"You said that a half hour ago," I growled. "I need to go check on my girl."

A smirk graced his stubbled face as he finally made eye contact. "So the victim is your girlfriend?" he prodded.

I rolled my neck around a few times, causing my bones to crack a bit. "No. Not exactly."

He nodded and tapped his pen to his temple. "So which is it? I mean...are you screwing her or what?"

Before I knew it, I had lunged at him, springing off the gurney at an inhuman speed. I refrained from grabbing him, but I was definitely in his face. "You need to watch your mouth."

"Did I hit a nerve?" the officer baited me. "Either you're screwing her or…"

"I'm done answering your dumbass questions. Charge me with something or fuck off."

We stood eye to eye, neither wanting to be the first to back down. Paul appeared at my side and I flinched when he gripped my shoulder. "Take it easy, man."

Officer Grant chuckled and backed away slowly. "Don't leave town, boys. We may need you to testify as to what that kid did to...what did you call her...your girl? Yeah. Her."

With that, he retreated into the hallway and I noticed how he glanced at me and Paul as he spoke to the other officer in the hall. They were both smirking and laughing. I didn't know what they found so entertaining, but I hoped they weren't going to interrogate Nicolle with the same level of inappropriateness that I had just seen. By the time they wandered out of my sight, I was ready to tear this room to shreds.

From the moment we arrived at the hospital, I had been treated like a criminal, for reasons I didn't understand. Of course, showing up in a police car probably didn't help.

"Are you gonna tell me what the hell's going on with you?"

I lifted my gaze to find Paul giving me an intense stare. "Don't ask," I mumbled before going back to the gurney and having a seat.

"Come on, Embry. Just tell me what's going on in your head. You looked like you wanted to rip that cop's head off." Paul was concerned, I could feel it. He had stood by me through this, so I had to be honest.

"I imprinted, man. And...it's like I can't even control myself anymore. I would've killed that kid if you hadn't pulled me back," I announced breathlessly, pulling the ends of my hair. "He hurt her. And I just couldn't see straight. This feels insane."

Paul sighed and shrugged. "The imprint pull is insane. Your need to protect her will make you crazy. Sometimes my jealousy makes Rachel wanna beat my head in. I can't help it. And neither can you."

I didn't have a chance to respond because a nurse appeared with a folder and gave me a concerned look. "Mr. Call? You've indicated that you'd like to decline treatment?"

"Yeah. I just wanna go."

She cocked her head and sighed. "How about I just check your vitals and we can leave it at that?"

I jumped up from my spot on the gurney and backed away. "I said no. Just tell me what I need to sign so I can get the hell out of here."

I cringed when I saw how my harsh words had affected her. This was not me. I don't attack humans. I don't scream at strangers. I'm not short-tempered and testy with people. I hated the person I was becoming. If this was what being imprinted was like, I'd rather not.

"Listen…Amanda, is it?" Paul paused and the young nurse nodded. "My friend here is just real anxious to get back to his girl. You know, the one he came in with? So if there's anything we can do to speed this along…"

I shook my head and stifled a chuckle when I saw how fast the young nurse had changed her tune. She was laughing and tossing her ponytail aside as Paul leaned in closer and smiled. Yes, Paul had an imprint and no, he'd never cheat but he had never forgotten how to flirt, especially when it helped him get what he needed.

A little while later, I was moving through the hallway with Paul, thanking him for his assistance. We both knew my cuts had already healed and it was always in our best interest to never be checked over by humans. We couldn't explain our high temps or why our injuries had healed so quickly. If I had really been hurt, I would have called Carlisle.

I scowled when I heard my imprint's voice behind a curtain. She was upset and that upset me. I peeled the ugly fabric back and scanned the room before poking my head in. "Can I come in?" I murmured softly when my gaze met hers. I noticed how her face lit up when I smiled at her. I coasted over to her bedside and smoothed my hand over her hair.

"We're not finished," Officer Grant grumbled from the corner of the room. I sighed deeply and began to retreat when I felt Nicolle's hand grip the edge of my t-shirt and pull me closer.

"He can stay," she defied. "But I'm really tired, so do you think we could finish this later?"

"The details are important.. " he began as he approached the bed and I sat beside her. "But I guess we can be done for now."

I watched as the officer fished a business card from his front pocket and thrust it in our direction. I snatched the card up and gave him a curt nod, one that he chose not to return. Paul caught my gaze as I watched Officer Grant leave the room. I gave Paul a look that indicated everything was okay.

An hour later, I had my arm around my imprint, helping hold her up as she sagged against me. It was late and we were both exhausted. "Where's Paul?" Nicolle sighed when his truck was finally in sight.

"His wife picked him up. He left me his truck so I could take you home."

She hummed and nodded. "I'm still waiting for you to explain why you don't have any cuts on your body, Embry."

I sighed as I reached for the passenger door handle, ignoring her questions that started the moment we left the hospital. I gasped when she pressed her back against the truck door and effectively stopped me from opening it. I ran both hands through my hair and stared up at the night sky. "I'm tired, honey. Can we please just go home?"

I lowered my gaze and caught her staring up at me. I squeezed her shoulders and forced a smile. "Please?"

She seemed to be tongue-tied. Whether it was from my second time slipping up and calling her 'honey' or the fact that I was still refusing to answer her questions, she didn't look amused. "You promised me some answers, Embry."

I leaned forward and pressed my forehead to hers, eye contact super intense, and I felt her resolve soften a little. She gasped when I hoisted her over my shoulder, yanked the truck door open and forced her inside. By the time I got around to the driver's side, she was fuming. "You can't just kidnap me!" she insisted.

I started the truck and backed out, chuckling as we headed out of the parking lot. "This isn't a kidnapping, darling."

Nicolle sat there huffing for a moment and I glanced at her as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Won't your girlfriend get mad if she finds out you've been calling me honey and darling?"

My jaw clenched as I glanced at my blindspot and jerked the wheel toward the side of the road. I skidded to a stop and slammed the gear shifter into park. Nicolle gripped the dashboard and stared at me incredulously. "Are you crazy?"

I shrugged as I slid across the seat and caged her in my arms, one on the back of the seat and one on the door. "Maybe I am. Or maybe you are?"

I was in her face, I could see her pulse racing in her neck, hear her panting breaths and even smell the apple juice she drank at the hospital. My gaze darted from her mouth to her eyes and back again. I considered kissing her to make her shut up, but I knew better. She needed answers, not my tongue down her throat.

"Nicolle?"

She blinked quickly, her eyes scanning my face as she waited for me to continue. "Do you really think I'd be here, now, with you if I had a girlfriend?"

Nicolle shrugged and I watched as tears welled in her eyes. "I don't know what to think, Embry. This is so crazy. I asked my cousin about you and she said you had a girlfriend. Was she wrong?"

I sucked in a deep breath and pulled away from her. I shifted to sit next to her, resting my elbows on my knees. This is difficult for me to say, even harder to go through it. "No. I used to have a girlfriend."

She scooted closer to me and let her hand drift lightly up my back. "Used to?"

I nodded and continued to hold my head in my hands. "I...broke up with her. I didn't want to, but there was no way I could stay with her. Not when I felt this strongly for you."

She continued to stroke my back and my whole body tingled from the contact. She didn't reply, so I continued. "I didn't want to ruin a four year relationship and I really hurt her. But..it wasn't fair to her. I couldn't stay away from you, Nicolle. I tried to, but it was hopeless."

"Embry...I don't get this. We barely know each other. I hate that you would do that for me."

I shifted my body toward hers and made eye contact. "I did it for me." I lifted my hand to her face, holding it inches from her cheek. I wanted to touch her, reassure her, but the thought of her rejecting me just scared the shit out of me. "I tried to stay away from you, but I couldn't."

I smiled softly when her hand covered mine and she held it against her face. "I've felt it too. There's this...pull between us. The more you came to the store, the more anxious I got to see you again. I tried to ignore it…" she paused and squeezed her eyes shut when my thumb brushed across her cheek.

"I know. I'm sorry. I never meant to screw up your life...or Casey's. I just couldn't deny the imprint."

"Imprint?" she echoed as her eyes snapped open. "You imprinted on me?"

I furrowed my brow in confusion. How did she know about imprinting? I thought for a moment and considered my next move. "Is your cousin Quileute?"

"Yes. She lives on the rez. She was the one who told me about your girlfriend and that you worked with Paul. Her name is Kim."

I laughed as I pulled her across my lap and nuzzled my nose into her neck. She smelled amazing and I couldn't hold back anymore. I was partially relieved to hear she knew about imprinting from Kim. Kim and Jared were married and I can't believe I didn't figure this out sooner. "I have so much to tell you," I admitted when I pulled away from her.

Nicolle stared down and me and nodded. "I'm ready to hear it."

I leaned up to kiss her, unable to wait another minute. Chickening out at the last second, my kiss landed on her cheek instead. She leaned into me and I could hear her heart pounding. It made me feel powerful. I wanted to drive her mad. But for now, we both needed sleep.

A little while later, we were parking and I hated to wake her, but it was getting late. "Nicolle," I whispered. "Wake up, honey." I held her tightly against my side, my arm wrapped snugly around her waist. I kissed the top of her head and gathered her into my arms. "You're home now," I murmured as I carried her to the front door.

I put her on the couch, covered her in a blanket and stayed close to her as she slept. I sat at the end of the couch with her feet in my lap and my mind raced. I was falling for her. I needed her to know about my wolf and soon.

The longer I waited, the more it would kill me if she rejected our bond. I couldn't even imagine it. I couldn't bear to be without her now that I had held her in my arms. When I ran away from her yesterday, I felt like someone was twisting my guts from the inside out.

I didn't mean to get so upset when she brought up Casey. I hated that she thought I could cheat. Although I guess I had been. I was still with Casey, but I couldn't get Nicolle out of my head. That's why I had to end it.

I could feel my eyes getting heavier as the thoughts of Nicolle became more positive. Maybe she could love me? Maybe she would accept my wolf?

…..

"Embry?"

My eyes fluttered open, but closed quickly to ward off the bright sunlight pouring inside. I was lying on my back, still on the couch but no longer sitting up. With my eyes still squeezed tightly shut, I turned my head and my nose was met with a soft tangle of hair. I sucked in a deep breath and drank in the undeniable scent of my imprint.

I could feel her hand snaking across my abdomen, my skin sparking from the contact. I groaned when her cheek brushed against my bare chest and my morning wood became even more firm. I smoothed my hand over her forearm, while the other ran down the length of her hair. "Morning," I sighed, my voice groggy from sleep.

Nicolle raised her head, tilting it up to gaze at me. A small, slow smile began to spread across her face before her whole body stiffened. She blinked quickly, reaching up to brush the sleep from her drowsy lids. "Where am I?"

I shifted to sit up against the arm of the couch a little, dragging her up with me because I loved how she felt resting on my bare chest. Shit. What happened to my shirt? I glanced around nervously, spying the bloody, torn mess on a heap on the coffee table. "This is my house," I finally blurted. "I couldn't wake you up to ask where you lived, so I brought you home."

I winced a little and played it off like a stiff neck, but in reality, I was lying and the imprint bond was punishing me. I knew where Nicolle lived. I had been following her home for weeks. I couldn't tell her that though. She seemed to accept the news that I was her imprint, but could she also stand to find out how my obsessive need to protect her had led me to follow her home and watch her bedroom window from a distance? The imprint bond made me do some crazy, stalker things, but bringing her here may have been the craziest.

"Oh."

I watched as her eyes darted nervously around the room. I fully expected her to jump up and run or demand I take her home immediately. So imagine my surprise when Nicolle leaned up, let her lips brush the shell of my ear, and whispered, "Thank you for taking care of me."

My whole body was buzzing and I couldn't stop the ridiculous grin on my face. I used my arms to drag her body on top of me. She rested her forearms on top of my chest and rested her chin on top of them. Her grin matched mine. She was...happy? Happy to be here, happy to be with me, happy to be my imprint? I hoped for all three.

"You're really warm," she sighed as she gazed up at me dreamily. "No wonder you took your shirt off."

I couldn't stop smiling when Nicolle wrapped her arms around my neck and rested her cheek in the crook of my neck. I ran both hands up and down her back, loving the way she shivered at my touch. I jerked my hands back when my hands slid lower and instead of her pants, I felt the smooth fabric of her panties. "What the hell happened to your pants?" I croaked like a 15-year-old virgin.

Nicolle giggled and lifted off of me a bit. We both glanced down between us, but honestly my eyes diverted to her chest. She had worn home an over-sized scrub top as her bloody shirt and bra had been too destroyed to wear any longer. And I knew she wore a pair of borrowed gray sweats, but when she kicked out her leg, she showed me they were gone. "I guess I got hot," she blushed, her eyes trailing up my body and back to my eyes.

I couldn't glance up fast enough to hide the fact that I'd been staring down her shirt. She looked amused at my embarrassment, even snuggling a little closer to me. I held her body tightly to mine as I willed my morning wood to go the hell away. Shit, I was coming off like some sort of pervert. Even the sight of her bandaged chest was turning me on.

"Does it hurt?" I asked as I let my fingers drift over the bandage.

Nicolle shifted again, lying only half on top of me. She looked down at her injury and sighed. "Just a little sore from the stitches."

She captured my hand as I dragged it away, wrapping her fingers around mine as she pressed my palm to her breast. "Nicolle," I panted. "What are you doing?"

She held my hand in place as she peered up at me, her lashes fluttering adorably. "I'm sorry, Embry. I never meant to insult you when I asked about the girl you were dating." She paused and swallowed thickly, then continued, "I was honestly so torn about what to do. I couldn't stop thinking about you, but I couldn't let myself go there when I knew you loved someone else."

When Nicolle reached up to cup my face, I felt my eyes drift closed. I was still palming her breast, but too nervous to do anything else. "Are you even ready to move on so soon?" I heard her tiny voice say.

I let my thumb brush over her already stiff nipple before I responded. Her whole body clenched from the contact and my mind went wild with thoughts of how electric this could really be between us. The urge was right there. The need to shove her back and dive between her legs was consuming me. My whole body vibrated with need. "I'm ready for you, honey. I'm ready for us to be together with nothing standing in our way."

Okay, maybe my mind was totally in the gutter right now, but I meant what I said. I was ready for her. And the first step was a kiss. When she gazed up at me with her parted lips, I growled in anticipation. She was eager too. I smiled as she pushed her lithe body toward me and I moved to meet her halfway.

In that moment, I heard a brash knock at the door before it swung open. "Fucking hell, Embry. Were you just never coming to pick me up for work today? I mean…"

Paul's voice trailed off as he moved around the couch and caught a glimpse of our compromising position. His eyes went wide at the sight of Nicolle's panty covered backside. "Oh shit!" he exclaimed as his hand darted over his eyes. "I'm sorry, dude. I had no idea you had company!"

Nicolle laughed as she fumbled for the blanket on the floor and I struggled to get her covered. "Paul, what the fuck! Can't you pick up the phone like everyone else?"

I groaned in frustration as Nicolle shifted around to sit up, still laughing at Paul. "You can look now." I was relieved that she didn't freak out.

Paul was blushing ten shades of red and still wouldn't make eye contact with either of us. "Dude, I've been calling you for an hour. Your phone must be dead."

I glanced at my phone on the coffee table, vaguely remembering how low the battery was when we left the hospital. But I never plugged it when I got home, therefore he was probably right about it being dead. "My bad," I chuckled a halfass apology his way as I ran a hand through my hair and then pulled Nicolle into my lap.

She smiled up at me, cupping my jaw in her hand and brushing a thumb over my lower lip. My chest heaved in anticipation for the kiss that had yet to happen. Paul cleared his throat and smirked at me. "So...I take it you'll be needing a sick day then?"

I returned my attention to my beautiful imprinted and nodded. She laughed when I fake coughed into her neck and murmured, "Yeah, I'm really sick. Better go without me."

Paul chuckled to himself and wheeled back out the door. I leaned over Nicolle, pressing her back against the couch as I hovered over her.

"Now where were we?"

#twilight wolf pack #twilightwolves #twilight #embry call imagine #embrycall #embry #embry call

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raven-black102 · 6 years ago

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The Vampire and Symbiote.

Imagine being Jasper Hales little sister and dating Eddie Brock/ Venom. Twilight Saga crossover Venom. I just made this out my butt and I'm to lazy to fix my mistakes. Hope you enjoy my crazy cross overs.

(Y/n)'s POV

A small sigh escaped my lips as I stood on top of the room of the apartment complex me and my boyfriends live in. "Babe? Why are you out here?" I heard as I didn't look away from the view of the city. "I'm waiting." I said softly as he stood next to me. "WAITING FOR WHAT?" Venom asked as he appeared out of Eddie Shoulder.

I smiled as my phone started to ring. "Hello?" I asked as I heard a soft chuckle. "Its been awhile sis." My brother Jasper said as I smiled softly. "It has hasn't it. Is there something wrong?" I asked as Eddie and V looked at me intensely. "We need your help." I heard Edwards voice said causing me to frown.

"With?" I asked as I was meet with silents. "Its the newborns isn't it?" I asked as I couod see them looking at each other with a worried look. "How do you know?" Jasper asked causing me to chuckled. "They've been here. My and my boyfriend had to kill a few of them." I said as Eddies and Venoms eyes widen.

"You have a boyfriend?!" Jasper yelled causing me to move the phone back slightly. "Watch it!" I growled as I saw Eddie bit his bottom lip and Venom went back inside Eddie. "Yeah I have a boyfriend. Thats not the problem though is it!" I yelled as I can imagine both Edward ans Jasper whining. "I'll meet you there in a few hours." I mumbled then hung up the phone.

"Your gonna leave us?" Eddie asked with a small pout. "Not really. They mifht need you and Venom for the battle field." I said as I wrapped my arms around Eddies neck. "So that mean I get to meet your brothers..." He mumbled with a slight panic look. "Yeah and my sister's, and foster parents." I said as I saw him paled.

"Don't worry you two. I'll protect you." I said as I lend in slightly. "But where supposed to protect you." Eddie mumbled as I smiled at him. "I lived for 178 years. I think I can live a lot longer." I mumbled as Eddie chuckled softly before pressing his lips agents mine.

Time Skip

I smiled slightly as I parked my car close to tge house Esme has design along with me, Alice, and Rosalie. "What if they don't like us?" Eddie asked softly causing me to look at him. "Is Eddie Brock and Venom scares to meet a coven of vampires?" I asked cauaing him to chuckled nervously. "I mean I am kind of human. They could drink my blood." Eddie said causing me to raise an eyebrow at him.

"You my mate now Eddie, Venom, if they so much as hurt you. I'll kill them myself." I said seriously as they look at me. "Come on. Oh and Venom. Don't be talking to loud in Eddie mind cause Edward can read minds." I said as Eddie nods his head. We both got out the car as I then appeared next to Eddie cauaing him to laugh. "Show off." He said as I closed the door to the car. "Only for you." I winked as the door opened and someone wrapped there arms around me.

"Hey Alice." I said hugging her back. "I missed you! Oh this must be your boyfriend Eddie!" Alice said as she took notice of Eddie right away. "Yes he is." I said as Eddie chuckled and took out his hand for Alice to shake. "Nice to meet you. You must be Alice. (Y/n) has told me so much about you." Eddie said as they shook hands.

"Jasper this is Eddie. Eddie this is my brother Jasper." I said aa Jasper appeared next to Alice and slightly glare ar Eddie. "Jasper Whitlock form the Civil War. (Y/n) has told me a lot of story's about the battle you guys where in." Eddie said as he didn't seem a bit fazed about Jasper.

"She has had she?" Jasper said as I saw his eyes darken slightly. "Major." I said as I stood infront of Eddie. "How come you never told me about your Boyfriend." Major said causing me to glare at him. "Ya never asked." I said as my accent came out strong.

"He's hidin' something." Major growled as I hissed at him. "Babe. Don't." Eddie said as he place a hand on my shoulder calming me down slightly. "His my mate." I said then took Eddies hand as we walked towards the house.

Time Skip

Eddie wrapped his arms around me as we watch Jasper teach the wolve on the others how to kill Newborns. "It seems that only Jasper dislikes me." Eddie said causing me to laugh softly. "He doesn't dislike you. He just doesn't trust you." I said softly then felt something on my shoulder.

"CAN WE EAT HIM?" Venom asked causing me to bit my bottom lips to stop me from laughing. "No V. As much as I love to see you try. His the only real family I have left." I said softly as V started to nuzzle himself closer to me and slightly purr. "(Y/n)!" Jasper called causing Venom to disappear and Jasper or Major to look at me.

"You ready big brother?" I asked as Eddie lets me go and watched me instantly. "I'm not gonna lose to you sugar." Major said causing me to chuckle darkly. "Then let the game began." I grin as we got in our stance. It looked like we were dancing around as me and Jasper continued to fight. At last I bet him to the ground. "I win." I said darkly as Major panted and chuckled.

"Seems so." He said as I helped him up. "You guys look like you were dancing." Alice said as I smile at her. "Its been awhile since me and Major spar each other." I said as Major placed an arm over my shoulder. "You've gotten better." He said as I grin at him. "And you have gotten slower." I said then stood next to Eddie.

"(Y/n)." Edward called as I looked up at him only to see him glaring at Eddie. "Your not keeping your thought to yourself Eddie." I said as Eddie to chuckled and scratch the back of his neck. "It can't be help." He said with a childish grin. "Who's that?" Edward said as he stood in front of Bella.

"Who?" I asked confused until I took notice Eddie frown look. "V?" I asked then Venom appeared over Eddies shoulder scaring everyone even the wolves. "WHY DO YOU ONLY TALK TO EDDIE?!" Venom snarled casuing me to chuckle at him softly. "Cause I was gonna introduce you to them V. I didn't mean to make you feel sad." I said as I pat his head causing him to purr.

"Guys meet Venom. A Symbiote from another planet." I said with a soft smile. "His not dangerous. Unless you anger him." I said softly as Eddie held an panic look. "He could help us." Carlisle said as I chuckled when V started to nuzzle himself closer to me dragging Eddie with him.

Time Skip

"Get ready." Major said as I nod my head and grin. "Ready you two." I said to Eddie as he pulled me towards him. "Please be safe." Eddie said as I frown at him. Then he gently pressed his lips aganet mine. I smiled as I pulled away and chuckled softly. "I always well." I said softlty as I peck his lips.

Once the Newborns started to run towards us Eddie lets Venom take over. The fight was easy as me and Major Jasper fought and had each other back just like back then. "You need to watch your back brother dear." I said as Major chuckled. "Behind you." He said as I turned a 180 with my leg up breaking the newborn neck.

"Your no fun." I pouted causing him to glare at me playfully. "Kill the rest." Major said as I nod my head. Once we only had a few left I saw two of them jump on V causing me to get on off him. "(Y/n)!" I heard as the newborn through me acrossed the field. I gasped slightly as time went slow around me.

Then I felt a sharp pain on my head, back, and shoulder. "(Y/n)!" I heard V yelled as I started to lose consciousness. "You pay for that!" V yelled as I felt myself starting to heal. "(Y/n). Baby. Please come back." I heard Eddie said as I saw a blure. Once every part of my body healed I gasped again and quickly sat up.

"Fuck that hurt." I mumbled as Eddie wrapped his arms around me tightly. "Your okay." Eddie whispered as I wrapped my arms around him. "I told you never go for the obvious kill (Y/n) Major said as he looked at me with concern. "It not like I'm human anyways." I said as I heard a small whimper escape Eddies lips.

"Please. Don't do that. We thought." Eddie said as I took notice there no more newborns. "Its gonna take a lot more then that to get rid of me you two." I said softly as I kissed his neck to his cheek. "There coming." Alice called as Edward and Bella got here.

"They won't accept the fact we have the wolve here. They need to go." Carlisle said as I ignored them. "I can't wait to go back home." I mumbled softly as Eddie helped me up and wrapped an arm around my waist when I lost my balance. "Thanks." I smiled as he pecked my cheek.

"Can't wait to go back eating some chocolate and tatter tots." Eddie said as Venom appeared between us. "Yes and some snakes on humans." V said causinf me to chuckle and Eddie to sigh. "There here." Alice said as I tensed up and lookes ahead. "Stay close to me." I said as I took Eddies hand and stood close to the last Newborn girl.

"Seems we messed an entertaining fight." Alec said as I rolled my eyes. "Maybe if you wouod have been her earlier then you would have some fun yourself." I snarled getting there attention. "Hmmm. Another Vampire with a human mate." Jane said as she looks at Eddie up and down with her red eyes.

I could tell V and Eddie didn't like them. "Sure. You can say that." I said with a grin. "You missed one." She said as she took notice of the girl next to me. Me and Jasper glared at Jane as we stood next to the girl. "She's with us now. She didn't even have a choice." Esme trued to be reasonable. "That wasn't your choice to make." Jane said then stared at the girl.

"Why did you come?" Jane asked and before the girl could saw anything she started to scream in pain. "Who created you?" She asked as the girl fell to the floor. I glared at her as I used my gift making Jane look at me. "Let her speak." I said darkly as she looked at me scared. The girl panted as she looked up.

"I don't know. Rally never told us. He said our thought weren't safe." She cried as I crouched down and helped her up. "The name is Victoria. You should know." Edward snarles slightly as I chuckled. "Edward if the Volturi knew about Victoria they would have done something. Isn't that right Jane?" Carlisle asked as I saw Jasper used his gift. "Of course." She said then looked at the girl.

"Caius wouldn't be happy to hear that shes still human." Jane said as she looked at Edward and Bella. "The Date is set." Bella said as Jane then look at me. "Aro would like to meet you two once he finds out another Cullen has a human." Jane said causing me to chuckle. "I'm not apart of the Cullens anymore. I moved away." I said as she glared at me.

"You want proof kid?" I asked as I stood in front of her. She narrowed her eyes at me as she look down at my hand. She grabbed it as I showed her me the day I told them I'm moving away, to the day I meet Eddie, to how I told Eddie about myself, and how I told him about the Volturi. "Interesting." She said I she lets go of my hand.

I didn't want to show her about Venom knowing they were gonna take him away from me and try to kill him. "Felix, I'd like to go home now." Jane said as I stood next to Eddie. I looked down as Felix went to the girl causing her to scream in fear.

I quickly pulled Eddie down to my neck as we heard a snap causing Eddie to tensed up. "The Volturi doesn't give second chances. Keep that in mind." Jane said then they left. The girl's body was on fire as Eddie looked down at her. "We could have done something." Eddie mumbled as I looked down.

"We couldn't. Or they'll kill us all." I told him as everyone looked at the girl. I frown slightly as it started to get a bit winder blow out the fire. I raised my hand causing bright neon blue flames to appear and revised back time. The girl's body was pit back to place as she gasped out.

Third Person POV

"(Y/n)." Carlisle said as she held her throat. "When was the last time you hunt?" Jasper asked (Y/n) as she frown at him. "Your safe (Y/n)." Eddie said as she look down at the ground confused. "What wrong?" Rosalie asked Eddie as he place a gentle hand on her shoulder. "(Y/N) HASN'T USED THAT GIFT IN WHILE. WHEN SHE DOES SHE TEND TO FORGET THINGS AND PEOPLE." Venom said as Eddie moved his hands down to her hands and intertwine there fingers.

"Where am I?" (Y/n) asked confused as Eddie slowly. "Fuck. My head hurts." (Y/n) mumbled as Venom nuzzled himself closer to her. "You guys should go." Eddie said as the Cullen's were hesitant. They nod and took the girl with them leaving only Eddie, Venom, and (Y/n) alone.

"You know where you are sweetheart?" Eddie asked as (Y/n) frown before slowly nodding her head. "Florks?" (Y/n) said confused as she looks around. "Yeah. We just defeated the Newborn army." He said as (Y/n) frown slightly. "Yeah. Now I remember." She said with a slight smile.

"Come on. Your brother is probably waiting for you." Eddie said as he let V took over and picked (Y/n) up bridle style and ran through the woods.

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shamelessllamapeanutthing · 3 years ago

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My MatchaBlossom playlist

Here's the link to the playlist on Spotify-

Song meanings and POVs elaborated on down under.

Call it what you want- Taylor Swift

(Let's start with a TS song cause why tf not. I am and always will be a total slut for her 💜)

Okay, just the general vibe of this song is that of a person who's been through a bit and has now found a love so beautiful it's helping them heal and I feel like that ties in so well with Cherry and Joe's entire arc. I hear this song in Cherry's POV when Joe's affection is starting to restore his faith in love and life after Adam's done fucked it all up. Or even when his anxiety gets really fucking bad or whatever. It's just got big comfort vibes and I am a total whore for Cherry acknowledging and appreciating everything that Joe does for him.

All my flowers grew back as thorns,

Windows boarded up after the storm,

He built a fire just to keep me warm.

Explosion- Zolita

PINING JOE PINING JOE PINING JOE

*ahem* let me be more articulate.

TEENAGED PINING JOE

Don't call me about him I don't wanna hear

Put him out of your mind just make him disappear

Stop pretending you got nothing left to hide

My memory is slipping and it's killing me alive

Reached the bitter end

Can't pretend I'm not in love with my best friend, my best friend

Hate that you know me- BLEACHERS

Okay I think this song fits Cherry very well, especially when he is still trying to understand his dynamic with Joe. My personal headcanon is that Cherry is prone to bouts of self-hatred because of his anxiety and consequently, doesn't always consider himself deserving of Joe's love, and so, he tends to dislike it at times when Joe seems to understand him better than others and anticipate his needs so well, and I feel like this song depicts that beautifully.

Sometimes I hate that you know me so well (so well)

Sometimes I, I hate that you know me so well (and I hate ya)

Some days I, I wish that I wasn't myself (No)

No luck! (No)

And I hate that you know me so well

Heart attack- Demi Lovato

Okay, I can not be the only person who thinks of teenaged Cherry every time this song comes on. Imagine a Cherry who's flabbergasted by the strength of his feelings for Joe, and can never figure out what to do with himself.

Never break a sweat for the other guys

When you come around, I get paralyzed

And every time I try to be myself

It comes out wrong like a cry for help

It's just not fair; pain's more trouble than love is worth

I gasp for air; it feels so good, but you know it hurts

Lover- Taylor Swift

I have a very specific scene in mind when it comes to this song and that is MatchaBlossom slow-dancing in the first house they get together.

We could let our friends crash in the living room

This is our place, we make the call

And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you

I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all

Make you mine- PUBLIC

You knew this song was going to end up on here lol.

Strangely enough, aware as I am of the fact that most of the fandom believes Joe was the one chasing Cherry (and I agree) this song just hits me as all Cherry's. It has all of his characteristic dogged determination and refusal to admit defeat lol

Well, I have called you darlin' and I'll say it again, again

So kiss me 'til I'm sorry, babe, that you are gone and I'm a mess

And I'll hurt you and you'll hurt me and we'll say things we can't repeat

Mess is Mine- Vance Joy

Slightly older, mellowed out MatchaBlossom, starting to realise they're in this together for the long run, that they always have been.

Further I feel like verse 1 and 2 respectively follow Joe and Cherry's POVs

First we have Joe, who is just brimming with the realisation that Cherry is his for good.

Talking like we used to do

It was always me and you

Shaken up and shipping out

Check me in and check me out

...

Hold on my darling

This mess was yours, now your mess is mine

Secondly, we have Cherry, who considers himself unbelievably lucky to have been considered worthy of Joe's love and keeps wondering if he is half as good a partner to the other man as he is to him.

See you in the market place

Walking around at 8 AM

Got two hours before my flight

Luck be on my side tonight

You're the reason that I feel so strong

The reason that I'm hanging on

You know you gave me all that time

Did I give enough of mine

More than Friends- BEKA HONNE

Baby MatchaBlossom pining. Really sweet, soft vibes. I keep thinking of shy, unsure junior high school Kaoru and Kojiro suddenly becoming blushing, stuttering messes around each other for a period of time as they both hit the realisation that they'd very much like to be kissing each other and it's very much not a Friend™ thing.

It happens after Joe has freshly realised that he is bi after all and Kaoru is exactly what he needs. Again, verse one reminds me of Joe, verse two of Cherry. They are down under respectively.

Driving home and those cats eyes got me seeing you

I'm always seeing you

I don't know how to tell you that I was wrong before

I thought I needed more

I was wondering if we could talk

I think about you every day

And the mixtape you made

Is all I ever to play

And every song reminds me that

You and I

Should be more than friends

...

I never thought I would see your face at my door again

Not at 3 AM

And I don't know just why I wasn't enough before

I thought you needed more

I know you came here to talk

Can't listen to the tape I made

It brings me too much pain

Cause every song reminds me that

You and I

Should be more than friends

This song can also work if you reverse the POV orders and then see it post Adam, but the vibe is a lil too soft for that.

Night go slow- Catey Shaw

MatchaBlossom but in a chill, lo-fi aesthetic.

The cars all stop where they are

When you take my hand, there is no time

Every moment that passes by with you

I wish I could rewind

Let go of your ways

And forget today

Just follow me tonight

Do you understand why I put all my plans on hold?

Not Afraid Anymore- Halsey

Okay, this one goes a lil heavy but imagine a traumatised Cherry, ya know after Ad*m, finally learning to let himself go and feel things again, emotionally and sexually, with Kojiro.

I also feel like they are two kinky bastards so really if you only wanna interpret it like that be my guest.

I am not ashamed anymore

I want something so impure

You better impress now, watching my dress now fall to the floor

Crawling underneath my skin, sweet talk with a hint of sin

Begging you to take me

Devil underneath your grin, sweet thing

But she play to win, heaven gonna hate me

People Crying Every Night- A R I Z O N A

I hear this song as Joe trying to get through to a hesitant Cherry, trying to make him see that while they don't get a say in so many other things, things that have happened and things that will happen, they get to choose the life they have together. They get to pick out their happy ending, build one out of scratch with each other and even if they have nothing else, at least they have this.

Oh and as the day

Turns into night

The things that we can't say

The things we try to hide

Like everyone else

We can't choose the way we die

Oh but we can choose

The way we live tonight

Oh I wish I had the answers

I wish I had the time

To give you all the reasons

Why it's worth it down the line

Ready to go- NEFFEX

This song is an ✨ aesthetic ✨

Okay but imagine, young, punk! MatchaBlossom, maybe around the time when they're travelling the world together?

It's all hot and heady, and Joe is thrilled by the wild, wild force of nature Kaoru is. He can't do anything but give in.

She said stay for a minute

Play with my limits

Drink till we're sinnin'

Baby I'm ready to go

...

She said she's finally alive

When she starts losing control

I said I know what to do

Just let our bodies go

Shine a Light- BANNERS

Another Kojiro song. This one reflects his inner struggle as he feels torn between wanting to comfort and protect Cherry after Adam, and the fact that he is hopelessly in love with Cherry who inadvertently keeps hurting him with how he is lost in the huge web of feelings he can't parse through, not completely blind to how much Kojiro loves him but not fully realising it either. This song reminds me of a confused and helpless Kojiro. Loving Kaoru is such an integral part of him that it makes him, him and it is his constant in the rapidly changing world around him as he stands on the brink of adulthood. He is very nearly ready to beg for mercy and yet knows he, himself is saved by the love he has for Kaoru.

And when the night falls, oh, call on me

Just don't forget to show me some mercy

Ooh, say you're mine

Ooh, take me higher

Sleepover- Hayley Kiyoko

JOE PINING @ HOMOEROTIC SLEEPOVERS WITH YOUR B(est)F

You wanna be friends forever?

I can think of something better

I'm just feeling low, feeling low

Sleeping here right next to me

But will you ever mess with me?

Thank you, my twilight- the pillows

Listen, this has been my fav classic Japanese love anthem for so long and to think it is PERFECT for Matchablossom just makes my heart go 💞

The lyrics are heart-wrenchingly raw and real, which is great reflection of Joe and Cherry's relationship. I include a translation of a few verses below, the first one seems something snatched straight out of Joe's internal monologues and the second one depicts the breathless intensity and loyalty so typical of Kaoru:

If you think it looks like I'm waiting for someone

Then you're right

I've been waiting for you

...

Sometimes people will ask me

"How far will you go for her?"

BABY as far as it takes

Wings- HAERTS

Another song depicting Cherry healing from Adam and learning to accept Joe's love, but a fluffier and sweeter way to go about it.

In which, Cherry decides to separate all of the sweeter moments of his and Joe's days with Adam from all of the bitterness, and carry that in his heart after they part ways and he finally moves on.

I will never let you go

I know you want it, know you want it

Learning love means not to know

I'll learn to take it,

Would you mind- PRETTYMUCH

Ending this post with a fluffy, flirty rec that could be Joe's anthem. See for yourselves.

Say you don't catch feelings, you say you ain't the love type

I'ma have to work, then, uh the whole night

Nothing like your ex, no, this ain't what you used to

Just give me that chance, girl, uh, won't lose you

See it? ;) Also, I feel like Joe had typical frat boy taste in music at some point so

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