#dear fire boy: how do kiss? love Jasper

[aliypop]

Blood Lust

Word count :  2,105

Warning: Language

A/N : Some more Tiffany and the boys in the past! I did it I wanna dedicate this 2 days of writing this fic to  @whatisgoingonpaul the source for the lost boys prequel as well as @a-supernatural-writer and @pitiful-anonymous-vampire

Near the dark, damp, humid Santa Carla bluffs sat several outlaws around a campfire. Tiffany and Stewart waited behind a few trees, her fangs sharp and ready to rip into the first ounce of flesh that she could get into. "Did ya hear somethin..." the two men who looked like bandits asked each other. The sounds of waves crashed against the rocks from below as the trees rustled. Darkness spreads across the bluff as Stewart blew out the fire. "Wh...Who's there..." one of the men says, feeling a deathly still presence from behind him. The cold hands of death touch the man's neck-snapping it in half as the mark of a lover's kiss is left on the corpse. 

"Well, boys, don't just sit there..." Tiffany turned to face the freshly turned vampires and their sire Max. Standing like statues, the boys only looked at Tiffany and Stewart. Who were both covered in blood,

 "Don't tell me you didn't ..." Tiffany glared at Max, who had the grin of a conman on his face. 

" Didn't what Ms." 

"How dare you turn these boys into vampires and yet have them figure it out themselves!" Tiffany shouted, her hands close to ripping her hair out. "First of all, little girl..." his hand underneath her chin. Tiffany nearly snapped at his finger, "I will rip you apart from where you stand..." she growled at him, hearing his already sickening laughter. 

"Is everything okay..." David asked, his reddish-blonde hair poking up from behind Max. 

"Not to worry... someones just being disrespectful, isn't she..." 

"If Camilla hears about this... she'll make you wish you never were born... " Tiffany laughed as she then saw a long-haired blond pounced on top of a body, "Paul use your hands first and then teeth!" she smirked, her dark blue gown trailing behind her. Flesh ripping apart was the only sound that Max and Tiffany heard as the two sat by a fire admiring the skill that "his" boys were learning. "Jasper!" Max shouted at the younger boy, his hair almost as long as his older brothers. 

"Yes..." 

"Try harder, will ya..." Max said, a bit disappointed in the boy. Jasper only sighed as he continued trying to find the right vein to feed on; Max only watched as Jasper struggled, almost as if he got a kick out of seeing the young boy starve to death. Stewart shook his head, taking his nail to the wrist of the soon-to-be corpse splitting it open. 

"Thanks..."

"Don't mention it, kid." he ruffled up his hair, getting a glare from Dwayne. The vampires had begun to travel further into the woods, trying to find the perfect place to make camp. Horses trotted in the woods, 

Stewart, whose hands were around Marko's waist, rested his tired body against his back and turned to look at Paul, who only rolled his eyes at him and kept riding past. "I'm just saying, Tiffany, you'd make a great..." 

"A great what..." she turned to face Max, her horse catching up to his.

 "I would say mother, but you can't even side-saddle..." Max mumbled, taking note of the way she rode. "And to think you've trained to be a lady... " Tiffany only laughed as she shook her head, " I am no lady..." taking the reins of her horse galloping in the wind past Max, "I suggest we trot faster if you want to live." she sang from afar. Marko, Stewart, and Paul had taken camp together. The three wrapped tightly in a blanket. Tiffany stood in her tent, her locket an ice blue amulet in hand, memories of a life she wanted to leave behind. Tiffany could feel a cold touch reach up to her back, her skin crawling as the hand reached up to her shoulder. 

"Poor little girl ... still waiting for happily ever afters, huh..." 

"Leave me alone..." 

"Or what you'll cry..." he laughed, "Lestat was right about you... You're easy too, eager," Tiffany wrapped her hands around his neck, urging her to squeeze him harder. Her vamping out only grew pale while Max nicked her with his nails.

"Hey, anyone seen my cigarettes ..." Dwayne poked his head in; The smell of her blood luring both him and David, Max, had only excused himself as both David and Dwayne invited themselves in, Tiffany began to back away from the two. Her eyes were now yellow and red from tears that wouldn't come.

 "Hey, hey, hey, it's okay..." David took her hand, 

"Look at me..." Dwayne said, his eyes trailing back to her wrist. Tiffany faced the two vampires as she took a deep breath.

 "I'm so sorry I wish you didn't have to..." 

"You're bleeding, dear..." David pointed out as Dwayne's eyes followed suit. Adjusting her wrist out, she watched as he hesitantly bit down on the already semi-healing skin. 

"Wanna tell us what the hell that was about..." David pried. 

"Just vampire stuff..." She shrugged, watching as Dwayne glared at her. 

"I promise you two it's nothing... I need to rest and..." 

"Tell us what's going on, Monroe." Dwayne pulled away from the wound, his hand firmly holding onto her hand,

 "I'm not that important ..." she mumbled as the two boys looked at her, 

"Max only wants me around you guys like a mother figure..." she laughed, removing her skirt, 

" So what do you want to be..." David turned away, letting her undress. "Well, I want to be myself... " she bit her lips feeling hands ghost over her corset. 

"And who would that be," Dwayne asked, glancing at the whalebone marks on her skin, "You tied this yourself..." 

"Mhmm, what's wrong with it..."

"It's shit." he laughed, 

"I beg your pardon!" she gasped, "It's perfect. "

"Yeah, if you don't wanna breathe." David turned his head, "You know Anastasia taught me how to lace up a corset."

"Here we go..." 

"No, no, let him speak..." Tiffany suggested as she sat down in the grass, 

"But if you can tie nautical knots, you can lace a fucking corset." David looked at the woman as she laughed. There was a sadness behind his eyes every time he mentioned the name Anastasia, but she must have meant so much to him. The colors of orange, pink, and blue began to crack amongst the dark sky as both David and Dwayne were asleep in her tent. Sitting out in the Dawn were Tiffany and Stewart watching daybreak hatch. 

" I think it time I change a new leaf..." she huffed, the warm rays on her skin, 

"What do you mean ..." 

"It's a new era, and I can't keep being what everyone wants me to be... I can only be who I'm supposed to be." she looked back as she saw Jasper, who was getting a peek of what would be his last sunrise over California.  

Sitting in the lobby of the Santa Carla resort was Tiffany, her thoughts heavy and her mind scrambling around. Looking down at her engagement ring, she admired every detail that Dracula had put into it. But she knew that none of it was hers: instead, it was just another way for her to become a trophy in his collection of wives. Max had then sat next to her, his hand on top of hers. 

" Go away..." She grumbled. 

"Or what..." Max smirked, tilting her head up with his chin, 

"I'll take everything you've ever loved away from you..." she growled, "Including the boys..." 

"You wouldn't..." His control over the other vampire fading, "You wouldn't know the first thing about raising boys..." Tiffany laughed as she broke from his grip, walking away from the power-hungry sire,

 "You know something, Maxi..." 

"What..." 

"You've no power over me... nor does Dracula..."

"You sure about that..." 

"Highly sure ... now if you excuse me, I've made arrangements with Paul and Jasper to go pickpocke-" she stopped talking as the ground under her began to shake, the infamous earthquake of 1906, the residence of the hotel had all rushed to the door,

 the chandelier had started crumbling down from the lobby ceiling. As a few people got caught from underneath it, Tiffany looked back to see Jasper, who was reaching out for his brother's hand, Dwayne looking at Tiffany, while Marko Paul and Stewart tried to help.

"You stay awake, do you hear me ?! don't you dare close your eyes."

 "Leave them, Tiffany..." Max said, watching as Tiffany tried to run from his hypnotic grasp,

 "I gotta do something..." she tried to pull away as he only beckoned for her to follow as well as the rest of the boys.

"Who has the power over who now..." he mumbled, the once ever so astounding resort torched with flames and burnt memories; faded into the night sky, leaving the sound of silence and howls of wolves in the background. "I'm sorry about your brother I-" Dwayne kept looking ahead as the two kept walking, 

"Don't worry about it, snookums, Dwayne, gets like that when he's upset..." Paul mentioned as Tiffany giggled, "Snookums eh... What god awful human did you learn that from."

"Some guy named Walter Emerson..." he looked at the pocket watch that he stole. He then looked back at Marko and Stewart, the two chatting away, while Tiffany looked at David, who had lost the love of his mortal life. She wanted to ask if he was okay, but his eyes looking towards the North Star said differently. 

Tiffany sighed as she kept walking, her boots getting stuck in the mud while her hair begun to stick from sweat to her face. " Can't we just fucking rest for the night... " The young woman groaned, 

"I mean David's fucking out of it, Stewart and Marko ate two rats, and Dwayne he's practically falling asleep, and Paul..." she looked back, "Holy Hell, where's Paul!" Tiffany turned to see the blond ripping the neck off a wolf open. Max grumbled both by his and her actions. He was irritated, but the nagging and the tiredness reminded him why he hated dealing with such newly turned vampires. 

"My Feet hurt..." Marko grumbled, 

"It's too hot..." David groaned. 

"FINE WE'LL STOP." Max turned towards the boys, his teeth out and ready to rip into anyone else who so had a complaint. They found a campsite with fire, a few tents, and what seemed to be a few drunk soldiers. 

"Tiffany, get rid of them." Max pointed in the direction of the men, "See boys: When you're more experienced, you'll also be able to cause as much bloodshed just like that..." he turned back to see limbs discarded amongst the ground, the perfect meal for a vampire feeding their young. "The place is all yours, boys..." 

As the boys went to rest, Tiffany did as well. Dressed in her nightgown, laying on the cot, she could feel a hand stroking her hair as it kept singing her name.  

Tiffany 

Tiffany

Tiffany 

She tossed and turned on the couch from up under her, teased out hair drenched in a cold sweat. "It's happening again..." Marko sighed, dabbing away beads of sweat from her forehead. Paul rushed over, holding her hand feeling, the odd heat radiating off her skin. 

 "Tiffany, sweetheart, I want you to drink this..." David said, trying to get her to look at him. It was the third time this month that Tiffany hadn't been so lucky when it came to feeding. She had caught a case of Blotoisis better, known as Vampiritis, a flu-like sickness that happens when a vampire consumes blood from a sick human. 

"I ... I don't wanna..." she shivered, her eyes closed from the lighting of the fire barrels, "You gotta toots..." Marko kissed her forehead. Dwayne rolled his eyes, placing another cold towel on her forehead, noticing Angelica, who had been holding hands with Sam, and someone else who he presumed to be a friend of hers that she met. 

" Babycakes..." Tiffany reached out to Dwayne, "Je ne me sens pas bien je veux des câlins." she pouted as Dwayne held her hand, "No cuddles until you feel better."

"I want you all to meet my friend..." Angelica said, walking further into the cave holding a can of chicken noodle soup. 

"Not now, kiddo..." David shooed her away. 

"But..."

"Tiff's sick..." Dwayne shrugged

"Will ya stop shooing away my girlfriend for one second," Jasper smirked, standing to the side, his dark hair almost as long as his brothers, 

"Jasper..." the boys said, turning to face him.

"Sheesh, love what you did to the place..."  

"I must be hallucinating ..."

[raindancer2004]

Vacation on Isle Esme

Word Count: 6,926 Demetri x OC Part 6. Warning: Fluff, Angst, NSFW Choking kink. Please listen to the music clips.

The following morning Demetri took Renee to Marcus’ private study having tracked him there “Morning master I have Renee with me, she’d like to talk to you” Demetri greeted him “Morning Demetri, please show her in” Marcus replies. Renee entered the study and thanks Demetri for escorting her there. “Good morning amore. Did you sleep well?” Marcus asked and Renee nodded “Come, sit with me” He held out his hand to Renee; she placed her warm hand in his cold one and let him lead her to the sofa. “Have you thought about what we spoke about last night?” He asked still holding her hand in his “I have thought about it. I even spoke to Ally and Demetri about it as they are in the same situation as us” Marcus nodded but said nothing “After weighing up what I would be giving up versus what I would be gaining…I want you to know that I do accept you as my mate and I will spend an eternity by your side. However, I do wish to remain human a little longer, get used to living here before you turn me” Renee says taking Marcus’ other hand in hers “Renee mi amore, I am so pleased that you accept me as I accept you. I happily grant your request to remain human a little longer” He bought her hands to his lips “Ally will be pleased as it means you’ll have each other for eternity too” He replies smiling and takes Renee into his arms, pleased to have someone to love again and someone to love him in return.

Demetri, Ally and Jane are in Demetri and Ally’s room talking about the wedding when Alec and Felix arrive “Hey Jane I’ve been reading up on wedding customs ahead of the wedding and did you know it’s tradition for the Best Man to hook up with a Bridesmaid?” Felix asks smirking; Alec shakes his head laughing “Not going to happen” “Really Felix?” Janes asks eyebrow raised “Don’t believe me ask Ally” He replies; all eyes now on Ally “Technically yes it’s true. I mean the Best Man tends to try and hook up with one of the Bridal party during / after the wedding” “Well Shit Ally! Thanks” Jane replies “Sorry I was just being honest. You don’t have to get with him” Ally says “No she does! Its tradition” Felix adds smiling; Jane shakes her head “Desperate” Demetri coughs; Alec laughs “I’m so looking forward to your wedding, just to see if Felix fails or not” “It would be funny if he fails” Demetri says laughing “Really D?” Felix replies.

Esme and Carlisle come out to Volterra for the wedding, the others refusing to come. They arrive a week before the wedding and use the trip as a romantic city break. “It’s nice to visit Italy again Carlisle” Esme says smiling “Yes it is, but it’s been a long time since I’ve been in the castle though” He replied as they got settled in one of the guest rooms. “Hi. Only us” Alice says entering Carlisle and Esme’s room “Hello Alice, Jasper” Carlisle and Esme greet their children. “How’s the planning coming along?” Esme asks “Great, obviously” Alice replies smiling “I put it down to the fact Demetri isn’t even trying to rein her in” Jasper adds; Carlisle laughs as Alice pokes her tongue out at Jasper “As far as he’s concerned it’s only the best for his girl and Alice’s vision is to be followed without question” He finishes “I know someone else who indulges Alice” Esme smiles at Jasper “I know, but I do try and rein her in now and again” He replies looking at Alice lovingly.

Carlisle, Esme, Alice and Jasper met Demetri and Ally in the south facing garden “Here this is an early wedding present” Esme said handing Ally an envelope, who gasps upon removing the contents “Tickets to Rio? Keys to…” “You’ll be honeymooning on Isle Esme” Esme interrupted “It’s seems only fitting as it’s where you met” Ally throws her arms around Esme “Thank you so much. Its-it’s perfect” “Thank you Carlisle it’s very generous of you” Demetri says shaking Carlisle’s hand. “You’re welcome” Carlisle replies.

That night Aro calls everyone into the throne room “Thank you all for coming, Firstly I want to welcome our guests who have come out to celebrate the wedding of our dear Demetri and Ally. Secondly, Marcus has an announcement to make. Brother” Aro says stepping aside. Marcus stands and walks towards the edge of the steps “Yes, thank you for coming; I do indeed have some happy news to share. I have been very lucky recently I had the pleasure of meeting a beautiful lady; this lady is in fact my second chance at love, at a happy ending. I would like to introduce you all to my mate Renee; Ally’s mom” He turns slightly holding out his hand to her; Renee steps forward placing her hand in his “Renee is human like Ally and will remain so a little longer whilst she gets used to her new home. She is to be treated with the upmost respect” Marcus adds looking down at his mate lovingly. “Yes” Ally says low hugging Demetri “Someone’s happy then” He smiles. “Of course. They both deserve a happy ending and I’m glad they have each other” She replies.

December 3rd – Demetri and Ally’s wedding day

Demetri got ready in Felix’s room with Alec and Jasper, all four wearing black suits, with white shirts, a black waistcoat with a royal blue paisley pattern and matching tie and black shoes. “How are you feeling Demetri?” Jasper asks “I’m ok, a little nervous to be honest” Demetri replies “Why are you nervous? You worried she’ll leave you at the alter” Felix jokes; Demetri growls at him “I’m nervous Fe because I’m getting married in a few hours and that marks the start of a new chapter in my life. I’m over 1000 years old; I’ve done and seen many things over the years but this is something I never thought I’d do” Jasper, Felix and Alec just nod; Demetri sits down on the sofa “I’m also nervous because I don’t know how to be a husband...” “You’ll be a great husband to Ally. I mean you figured out how to be her mate/boyfriend and the two of you are also friends as you built that foundation first. Ally and you will work this marriage thing out together” Alec says placing a hand on Demetri’s shoulder “Ally loves you more than anything, remember that D” Felix adds. “I know that and I love her too but it doesn’t stop me being nervous” “Imagine how I felt Demetri, Alice had seen us meeting, us being with the Cullens and our wedding all before I met her. That was a lot to live up to, so you can imagine how nervous I was” Jasper said sitting down beside Demetri “You’ll be fine. I promise. We’re here for you” He added.

Meanwhile Ally woke up in her room beside Jane as she had come to light the fire early as it was snowing outside and decided to stay and keep Ally company “Morning sweetie” “Morning Jane” Ally replies sleepily “I’m going to run you a bath so you can relax before all the chaos starts” “Sounds like a plan, thank you” Once Ally was finished in the bathroom she sat on her bed in a robe waiting for Alice and Gianna to join her and Jane.  The Bridesmaids were dressed in royal blue dresses with a silver diamanté belt; the top half of the dress had royal blue embroidery on it, paired with silver high heeled sandals. Chelsea came by and braided fish plaits into the Bridesmaid’s hair. Chelsea also curled Ally’s hair and secured her tiara in place. “I’ll see you all soon” Chelsea smiled and made her way to the ballroom.

The Ballroom was divided into two; one half was set up for the ceremony, the other for the reception. There was a cream carpet laid on the floor to create an aisle with rows of chairs either side; each chair was covered in a cream cover with a royal blue bow tied around each one.

In the reception part of the ballroom the tables were decorated with white table cloths with fish bowl centrepieces filled with clear pebbles, blue and white Roses, silver Lillies and fake silver Butterflies.

There were two long tables at the side of the room; the wedding cake and guest book were on display along with cards and gifts for the couple. There were jugs of blood for the vampires and a three course meal prepared for Ally, Renee and Gianna.

Demetri was waiting at the alter with Felix by his side; Alec and Jasper standing slightly behind them, Aro was waiting at the alter smiling looking around the room “Not long now my dear boy” He said low to Demetri. Marcus, Caius and the wives were in the front row on the “Groom’s” side with Esme and Renee in the front row on the “Bride’s” side. The other guards and guests spread out over both sides of the aisle.

The Ballroom doors opened; everyone stood up and saw Gianna waiting for her cue; Aro nodded and Gianna walked down the aisle first followed by Jane then Alice. “Deep breath Ally. I’ve got you” Carlisle said taking her arm “Thank you Carlisle” Alyssa came into view with Carlisle by her side; Demetri was speechless the moment he saw her. She took his undead breath away; the biggest smile adorned his face as Demetri’s eyes stayed on Ally as she made her way down the aisle. Ally wore a white dress with a sweetheart neck line; the full applique lace bodice was complimented by the white applique lace cascading down the layered skirt, a silver tiara in her hair decorated with pearls and diamond shaped flowers. Her white shoes covered by her dress. Once they reached Demetri, Carlisle placed Ally’s right hand in Demetri’s left hand and took a seat beside Esme; Ally handed Alice her blue and white bouquet. “You look so beautiful amore” Demetri said low and placed a kiss to her temple; she blushed “You look very handsome Demi”

“Welcome dear ones” Aro began “We are here today to witness the union between this vampire and this human” Caius rolled his eyes “Really?” He mouthed to Aro; who ignored him. “With the exchange of rings and their own personal vows two souls are being joined as one. Demetri if you will, please turn and face Alyssa and read her your vows”

“I Demetri Volturi take you Alyssa Swan to be my best friend, my mate, my lover and my wife forever. I promise to support and encourage you in achieving your dreams. All I have in this world I give to you; I promise to comfort and protect you, love you and honour you for all of eternity.” He raised her hand to his lips placing a kiss to the backs of her fingers. “I love you”

“Alyssa, your turn my dear” Ally could feel tears building behind her eyes.

“I Alyssa Swan take you Demetri Volturi to be my best friend, my mate, my lover and my husband forever. I promise to encourage and inspire you, to laugh with you, and comfort you in times of sorrow and struggle. I promise to love you in good times and in bad. I promise to honour and cherish you, and keep you safe always. I love you”

“Now the giving and receiving of rings” Aro says motioning to Felix to pass the rings to Demetri and Ally.

“Ally I give you this ring as a token of my never-ending love for you” He places her wedding ring onto her finger.

“Demi I give you this ring as a token of my never-ending love for you” She places his wedding ring onto his finger.

“I now pronounce you Husband and Wife. You may kiss your beautiful Bride Demetri”

Demetri takes her into his arms and kisses her; pulling away and resting his forehead to hers “I love you Ally” “I love you too Demi”

“It gives great pleasure to introduce you all to Mr and Mrs Demetri Volturi” Aro announces and everyone stands up; clapping and multiple “Congratulations” can be heard.

Demetri takes Ally’s hand in his and they walk up the aisle; him leading her out to the south facing garden that was covered in snow for wedding photos.

“Photos really?” She asks excitedly “Yes, Ally. This is Matthew; he was a photographer in his human life and we crossed paths a few years back about a year after his transformation. I called and asked him to take photos of today” Demetri answered “I’m going to put together an album for you too. May I offer you my congratulations” Matthew said shaking Demetri’s hand “Thank you Matthew” Ally says smiling “You really are the best Dem” She gives him a lingering kiss to his cheek; they hear the click of the camera “I’m sorry but that was a soft candid moment that needed to be captured” Matthew told them. Matthew took photos of Demetri and Ally alone; Demetri and Ally with the Bridal party, Demetri and Ally with Marcus and Renee. He also took a photo of Demetri and Ally with the three kings and their three mates at Aro’s request. Matthew took photos of the other guests too throughout the afternoon; ensuring to capture Demetri and Ally’s first dance and the cutting of the wedding cake.  

Demetri stood and clinked his glass getting the room’s attention “Firstly, I want to thank you all for coming and sharing today with Ally and I. Secondly I want to thank Renee and Charlie, though sadly he couldn’t be here today, for bringing such an amazing and beautiful person into the world. I promise to love and protect her forever” He looked down at Ally smiling before continuing “Lastly, thank you to Carlisle and Esme for introducing us. I had been on my own for a very long time and had almost given up on finding my mate, my other half until Ally walked into my life and into my heart. I remember the first time I saw you; the first time I looked into those gorgeous chocolate brown eyes of yours and everything changed for me. I started imaging the possibilities; imagining a future with you by my side and it took me only a week to realise that I couldn’t live without you; I didn’t want to live without you. You accepted me not only for who I am but for what I am and I’m eternally thankful for that and I cannot begin to tell you how happy I was when you agreed to be mine and asked me to be yours in return. You were born to be with me as I was created to be with you and you have made me more human, a better man even and I cannot thank you enough for that. I love you more than I ever thought possible and I’m looking forward to spending an eternity with you mi amore. Please raise your glasses in a toast to my stunning Bride. Ally” “Ally” The room cheers raising their glasses.

Demetri led Ally onto the dance floor for their first dance holding her in his arms singing quietly in her ear

“Look into my eyes You will see What you mean to me Search your heart Search your soul And when you find me there You'll search no more

Don't tell me it's not worth tryin' for You can't tell me it's not worth dyin' for You know it's true Everything I do I do it for you

Look into your heart You will find There's nothin' there to hide Take me as I am Take my life I would give it all I would sacrifice

Don't tell me it's not worth fightin' for I can't help it, there's nothin' I want more You know it's true Everything I do I do it for you”

Once Demetri and Ally had their first dance everybody joined them on the dance floor Jane approached Felix “Would you like to dance?” “Really? Sure you can reach?” “Don’t make me regret asking you” She replied taking his hand in hers and making their way to the dance floor. Ally noticed them dancing and whispered in Demetri’s ear “See Demi, I told you there’s something between them” He cast a glance in their direction and couldn’t help smiling at the sight “We’ll see Ally, we’ll see.”

Caius, Aro and Marcus each took a turn in dancing with Ally; Demetri dancing with their mates in return. Carlisle having given Ally away danced the father/daughter dance with her; Renee feeling a little angry that Charlie didn’t step up for Ally when she needed him, especially as she won’t get to see him again. “It’s his loss Renee, Ally is a great girl, a real credit to you” Marcus whispered into her ear holding her in his arms watching Carlisle and Ally dance. 

Alec had asked Gianna to accompany him to the wedding as they were both in the bridal party and he knew that it would make her happy. He may or may not have noticed how her heartbeat speeds up a little when he’s near her. Holding her close during the slow songs he found it amusing how her heartbeat would spike slightly. He decided to have a little fun with her at the end of the last dance; smiling to himself as he dipped her low, holding her leg to his side as he did so “Ah Alec” She breathed surprised by his actions. He raised her back up and placed a kiss to her cheek “Good night Gianna” Gianna blushed “Good night Alec” “That was…nice of you Alec” Demetri said as Alec passed him and Ally on the dance floor.

Felix walks Jane back to her room at the end of the night hand in hand stopping when they reach Jane’s door. Felix leans down and kisses her gently; after a few seconds he pulls away slightly “That wasn’t…entirely unpleasant” She says quietly; he leans back down and kisses her again one hand resting on her cheek, the other on the small of her back holding her to him “There are other things we can do that aren’t entirely unpleasant” He says low in her ear as his hand moves from her back to hold her hand in his; she opens her door stepping backwards inside taking him with her “Show me” She purrs; he smiles closing and locking the door behind him.

He pulls her into his arms and lifts her up; her legs wrapping around his waist as she kisses him. He lays her down on her bed breaking the kiss “I can make you feel good little one” He purrs into the ear before placing a kiss below it working his way down her neck and back up again “Mmm…” He sits up on his knees bringing her with him; he unzips her dress before his hands work their way upwards taking her dress with them, leaving her in her lace bra and panties. He laid her down and removed his jacket, shirt and trousers; before leaning down and placing open mouthed kisses along her neck working his way down her body; sucking gently on her lace covered clit “Ahh” Jane’s breath catching in her throat; Felix looked up her “May I?” She nodded and he removed her panties; parting her legs slightly he settled himself between them licking upwards from her centre to her clit before gently sucking on the bud of nerves, flicking it with his tongue. Jane’s breathless moans let him know she was enjoying herself; he parted her lips and slipped his tongue inside her hitting her sweet spot; a breathless sigh escaping her lips, he withdrew his tongue slipping a finger in whilst sucking hard on her clit “Oh…Felix…Yes” She cries out hands grabbing the sheets, she feels his low growl vibrate against her core. He continues to lick and suck her clit adding a second finger; curling them inside her bringing her closer to her release, he feels her small fingers card through his hair, before settling at the back of his head holding him where she needs him most. His fingers continuing to move in and out her; tongue swirling around her sensitive nub “I’m so…cl-close” “Cum for me little one” His pace speeding up and becoming a bit rough as he pulls her over the edge; “Oh Felix!” She cries as she comes undone beneath him, tumbling into a blissful darkness, her toes curling and hands gripping her bedsheets “You did so well little one” He purrs in her ear before capturing her lips in a passionate kiss.

“My turn” She purrs in his ear; he rolls onto his back taking her with him. Jane takes his lower lip between her teeth and he growls hands grabbing her ass. She pulls away kissing her way down his cold hard abs admiring the god like view beneath her. She rips his boxers away freeing him and is amazed at the sight before her for Felix’s cold hard dick is long and thick “See something you like?” He asks smirking; nodding in response she wraps her lips around him taking him all the way until she feels him in the back of her throat. She heard him growl and looked up to see his eyes were closed, lips slightly parted, ‘Pain’ she thought and Felix felt a slight pain course through him as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked him hard “Ahh…Jane” He cried out then feeling the pain disappear as she smiled around him licking him from base to tip her tongue circling his tip; she hollowed her cheeks again taking in all of him “Oh...God…” His eyes open black and full of lust catching her looking up at him; her red eyes dark and doe like, she gives him a wink and grazes her teeth over his entire length before deep throating him “Oh…little one…just…like…that” He purrs fingers grabbing a fistful of hair and tugging gently. She pulls away looking up at him and whispers “Pain” He shudders at the mixture of pleasure and pain as her lips close back around him; her sucking him as though he was the best thing she’s ever tasted; she feels him empty himself down the back of her throat and she swallows everything he gives her. “Seems like you’re not the little terror everyone says you are” He says breathlessly and smiles at her “Shut up” She replies softly taking her bottom lip between her teeth, looking up at him through her lashes “Let me hold you” He says bringing her up into his arms “Thank you little one” He places a kiss to her temple “Thank you Felix” She snuggles into him enjoying the feeling of being in his arms.

Meanwhile Santiago drove Demetri and Ally to the private air strip near the castle and carried out the pre-flight checks as he was also their pilot for the flight. Demetri carried his and Ally’s cases onto the plane and took a seat next to her; holding her close “You look lovely tonight cara” Ally had changed into a light blue fitted knee length dress for the flight; Demetri changed into blue jeans and a grey shirt. Once she fell asleep he gently lifted her into his lap and held her whilst she slept. “How’s Ally doing?” Santiago asked coming to check on the newly-weds “Good. She’s asleep, which I’m pleased about as it’s a night flight” Demetri replied low Santiago nodded in response.

It was the first day of their honeymoon and Ally and Demetri play hide and seek to test out Ally’s ability to drop her shield. “Let’s test out that shield dropping ability of yours, shall we…Mrs Volturi?” He leans down kissing her. “Ok Mr Volturi, but don’t be upset if this doesn’t work first time round. Dropping my shield is something I’ve only been able to do recently. I was curious to see if it was possible so I’ve been practicing” She explains to Demetri “I understand. Just be careful. I love you” He rests his forehead to hers “I will. I love you too” She replied; she gave him a kiss then ran off to hide “I’ll give you 10 minutes” He called after her. Once she found her hiding place Ally closed her eyes concentrating and thinking about Demetri and how she needs him to find her. Demetri took a deep breath closing his eyes and reached out trying to pick up Ally’s tenor; nothing, he couldn’t sense her and was beginning to get a little frustrated when all of a sudden something changed. He could sense someone’s tenor, faint as it was but it was there “Ally” He breathed out relaxing a little; he concentrated ensuring to commit her tenor, her essence to memory. Smiling he took off finding her with ease “Found you mi amore” He smiled down at her “I was worried it didn’t work” She replied getting up “It didn’t at first but when your shield finally dropped I was able to pick up your tenor, your essence, which allowed me to find you and that is what matters. I have committed your essence to my memory too” He kissed her holding her close “We’ve got forever to develop this part of your gift. Although, I don’t want you dropping your shield for anyone but me Ally. I like knowing that you can protect yourself from psychic gifts understand?” “I understand Demi, you only want me to drop my shield when I need or want you to find me” She smiled looking up at him through her lashes “Exactly” He replied smiling.

After spending a day together on the beach Demetri and Ally decide to take a shower together; he starts washing her, massaging her breasts letting one hand move lower thumb circling her clit as he places open mouthed kisses on her neck. Her head falls back on his shoulder her eyes closed as she feels him slip a finger inside her; he moves his finger in and out of her a few times before adding a second “Make love to me Demi, please” Demetri nodded removing his fingers from her and shutting the shower off. He lifted Ally into his arms wrapping her legs around his waist and carried her to the bed laying her down gently. He looked into her eyes “Are you sure cara?” “Yes. I want you, I need you” She unwrapped her legs from around him; sliding her hand down between them and stroking his hard penis her thumb brushing over the tip; his eyes closing at her warm touch, he adjusts himself between her legs and taking his erection in his hand gently guides himself inside her. He stilled allowing her to adjust to his size when he heard an almost inaudible gasp before continuing to slide in until he was fully inside her, stilling again for a moment placing a kiss to her forehead. “You’re so tight baby” He kissed her nipping at her bottom lip asking for entrance; which she happily gave him, their tongues moving against each other in sync.

Ally felt him pull out slightly before slowly re-entering her; filling her deeply “Ahh” She breathed out eyes closing; her hands moving up his back, nails gently scratching his skin and leaving kisses on his shoulders working her way up his neck to leave a kiss below his ear before gently biting his earlobe. He growled and thrusted back inside her hard; one hand moving up her leg to hold it in place at his side, this new position allowing him to get deeper inside her with every thrust. His dipped his head down and took a nipple into his mouth sucking gently, flicking it with his tongue. His cold breath against her warm flesh sent sparks coursing through her and she could feel a knot forming in her abdomen. His other hand moved up her side to take hold of her other breast, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger; he felt her wrap her legs around him “Demi” She cried out. He quickened his pace feeling his orgasm building and sensing hers was close too, filling her deeper with each and every thrust “Ally” He growled low, lifting his head to kiss her slipping his tongue inside her mouth; Ally sighed into the kiss. He dipped his head back down kissing her breast; his teeth grazing over the sensitive bud. Ally felt the knot break, pleasure washing over her like a tidal wave, her back arching off the bed; snaking his arm underneath her he held her close, his thrusts slowing as he rode out his own orgasm with her “I love you Demi” “I love you too Ally” He rested his forehead against hers.

He continued to hold her in his arms as her breathing returned to normal, “That was amazing” She whispered before kissing him, love and devotion clear in her eyes, “You were amazing” He replied kissing her. Still inside her he sat up on his knees bringing her with him; holding her to his chest, legs still wrapped around him he placed open mouthed kisses to her neck “Don’t let go” He felt her nod as he got off the bed carrying her into the shower and turned it on. He climbed inside the shower and set her down in front of him, gently cleaning them both. She turned in his arms and wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a passionate kiss “I love you” “I love you too Ally”

The following morning Ally had a shower and went to put on her shorts and a top when she noticed a few bruises forming on her body, Demetri came up behind her wrapping his arms around her waist and placed a kiss on her neck “I’m sorry about those, it seems I wasn’t as gentle as I thought” He sounded upset “No, Dem you were gentle, very gentle in fact. My first time was better than I ever thought it would be and that’s because it was with you” She said smiling as she turned in his arms and kissed him. “I’m happy I was your first cara and that I will be your last as you will be mine” He left a chaste kiss to her lips; she wrapped her arms around his waist her head against his chest.

A few days later Ally was sunbathing whilst Demetri went hunting; when he got back he laid down beside her in just his boxers “Hey baby” He kisses her “Hey Sparkles” She smiles and kisses him back; he leans over her stroking hair “Be nice cara” He smiles as his fingers trail up and down her side lightly tickling her. “I have a surprise for you” Ally said getting up; Demetri nodded “I’ll be here waiting for you” A few minutes later Ally walked back out on the beach wearing the sexy French Maid outfit she bought on a shopping trip with Alice. She sat on Demetri’s lap so she was straddling him. He opened his eyes and whistled “Damn! You so hot in that baby” He smiled; blushing, she took her bottom lip between her teeth “Thank you I’m glad you like it” “I like it very much” He ran his hands up her thighs and licked his lips; sitting up and wrapping his arms around her he whispered “I want you amore” He kissed her hair whilst inhaling her scent. He lifts himself up slightly and with one hand starts to shimmy out of his boxers; Ally swings her leg to the side so she’s sitting beside him and removes her lace panties; then swings her leg back over to straddle him again. Demetri’s hands trail up her body under the dress, taking both breasts into his hands massaging them gently; thumbs brushing her nipples lightly, a sigh falls from Ally’s lips involuntarily, head falling back as Demetri kisses the front of her neck, sucking her neck slightly before his teeth graze over her pulse point.

Ally rises up onto her knees; hands on Demetri’s shoulders and gently lowers herself onto his erect cock, his hands move to her hips as he begins to lift her off of him before lowering her back down over his hard length “I love you” She whispers; his hands trail up her sides taking the dress with them and throwing it aside he places his hands on her back holding her against him. He leans her back slightly; his head dipping down to kiss her breasts and taking a nipple into his mouth. Her breath catches in her throat “Oh…god” He switches breasts taking her nipple between his teeth; whilst he rolls her other nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She lifts herself off him almost completely before sinking back down on him hard “Fuck baby” He growls moving his hands to her hips stilling her for a moment and pulls out of her only to thrust up into her hard “Fuck Dem” She cries out as he hits a new spot inside her, a knot forming in her abdomen. As he pulls out and thrusts up into her she grinds down against him, her being filled deeply with every thrust, him hitting that new spot inside her over and over. He crashes his lips to hers; she bites his lower lip and he opens his mouth allowing her to deepen the kiss, tongues moving against each other. He’s chasing his own release as he can tell she’s getting close to hers “Bite me…please” She begged grinding against him; he lifted his head and gently moved hers to the side placing a kiss against her neck, before biting her and taking a few gulps of her blood before licking the wound shut with his venom. Ally felt the knot break the moment he bit her “Oh. Dem. Yes” She said between breaths, her head falling onto his shoulder. His release followed “Fuck Ally” She could feel him still moving inside her filling her with his seed. “Don’t stop baby” She whispered; she felt him nod then kiss her neck where he bit her just moments ago.

Still inside her he picked her up and carried her inside and over to the bed, lying her down resting his forehead to hers “You my darling are amazing” He kissed her lips “So are you babe.” He pulled out of her lifting one of her legs over his shoulder and slid back inside her with ease “Ahh, that feels so..” Another slow deep thrust “Good” She finished, he smiled into the next kiss. Demetri slowed his rhythm taking his time to make love to her despite her pleas for him to go faster. He wanted to take his time with her; to show her how much he loved her, how he worshipped her. Ally had one hand on his shoulder the other in his hair; tugging slightly “I’m so…close…please Demi” One of his hands reached down between them and he began flicking and pinching her clit “Oh, ahh…Dem” He loved hearing her reaction knowing he was the only one who could please her this way. She grinded down on his hand kissing his neck “Mine” He growled low in her ear, Ally’s orgasm washed over her; her toes curling, hands gripping the sheets as she came hard “Always” She replied breathlessly; her walls clamping down around him bringing him to his climax, he removed her leg from his shoulder and continued to move within her riding out their orgasms together. “Will it always be this good?” She asked once her breathing evened out. “Once you’re immortal, it’ll be better. I won’t need to be so gentle…not that I’d ever hurt you, it’s just …you’ll be less fragile” He replied “Less fragile but still yours” She said “Yes mi amore, you’ll always be mine as I’ll always be yours” He responded “Mine” She said smiling against his neck “Always Ally, always”

The following morning Ally woke up alone but could smell pancakes; walking to the kitchen she saw Demetri in his boxers cooking, she wrapped her arms him kissing his shoulder one hand moving lower slipping inside his boxers “Morning to you too mi amore” He smiled and removed the pan from the heat. She removed her hand from his boxers and stepped back allowing him to turn and face her; his red eyes looking her up and down taking in the sight of her wearing his shirt. He stalked towards her like she was prey; her stepping back towards the table and when close enough he pulled her into him; her hands resting on his chest, his hand ran up her thigh under the shirt “No panties” He purred “Figured it would save time this morning” She winked at him and went to walk away “No” He growled “I want you here, now” He turned her around and bent her over the table one hand closing gently around her neck “Remember tell me if you want me to stop” He said applying a little pressure; she nodded and with his other hand he guided himself inside her stilling for a moment before pulling out and re-entering her. Their moans filling the air; he applied a little more pressure to her neck as he thrusts sped up chasing his release sensing hers was near, he moved his other hand downwards to play with her clit. Her walls clenched around him and she let out another breathless moan, her eyes squeezing tightly shut, as the brightest lights flitted behind her eyelids. Demetri’s name fell like a sworn oath from her slightly parted lips, the sound of it urging him on further. Demetri let out a soft hiss of pleasure as his mate’s tight, warm heat embraced him, further proof that she was indeed made for him, and only for him. Any tension he might have felt in that moment simply disappeared like clouds in the wind. He let his head fall forward, burying his face in Ally’s shoulder, her name coming out in a muffled cry of ecstasy, as he gave her everything he had, every intimate little part of himself. In all his years of immortality, not once has a single fragile human made him feel as alive as he did in that moment, not like Ally did.

When Demetri and Ally weren’t making love; they spent their time playing chess and other games; reading aloud to one another and silently to themselves. Demetri would join Ally on the beach whenever she wanted to sunbathe making the most of the warm weather. They also went swimming by the waterfall as they did the first time they were on Isle Esme together.

Demetri was a little sceptical whenever Ally won a game especially a card game, wondering if she ‘cheating’ “Ally, mi amore, you’re not looking through my eyes to see what cards I have, are you?” He asked eyebrow raised; Ally placed a hand to her heart feigning offense “Would I ever do that?” “You have in the past with our friends” He gently reminded her “I’d never do that to you babe” She replies looking up at him through her lashes “You promise?” He asked as he began to slowly crawl towards her; his eyes darkening as he did so “I-I…” He licked his lips growling low “Behave” She began to move back a little; he growled again “Behave…Sparkles…” That was it, he pounced pinning her beneath him; teeth grazing her neck, fingers lightly tickling her sides her soft laughter filling the room. He loved the sound and continued his actions as she squirmed beneath him “You’ve been a naughty girl….” “Y-you c-can’t p-prove it” She replied still giggling “Oh, I think I can” He growled low in her ear as grinded against her “Dem” She breathed out just before she felt him gently bite her, swallowing a few mouthfuls of her blood before licking the wound shut “It should be a sin for you to taste so good mi amore” He whispered “Enjoy it whilst you can my love because once you change me my sinfully good blood will be no more” She whispered kissing his neck “Mmm…maybe I should keep you human a little longer then” He rolled his hips against her again capturing her lips in a kiss “I love you” “I love you too Dem”

Demetri arrives back at the house after hunting to find Ally passed out on the bathroom floor; he runs to her placing a hand on her shoulder “Ally” She doesn’t move; hand still in place he gently shakes her trying to wake her “Ally, cara, please wake up” His eyes filling with venom “Please wake up baby, please” He begs her softly; taking her into his arms holding her close. Just then his phone rings; Carlisle’s name flashing on the screen. “Demetri…Is Ally ok?” He asks “I-I don’t know. I-I can’t wake her”

[andrewmoocow]

Steven Universe Alternate Future chapter 17: Together Forever (originally posted on July 5, 2021)

AN: Welcome back my loyal readers! Sorry to keep you all waiting these past few months, but I know the wait will really be worth it. The final two parts of Alternate Future might be some of my greatest writings yet, and I'm more than excited to share it all with you starting today. Now without further ado….

Synopsis: Steven tries to become Connie's official boyfriend.

Cast:

Zach Callison as Steven

Estelle as Garnet

Charlyne Yi as Ruby

Erica Luttrell as Sapphire

Deedee Magno-Hall as Pearl

Grace Rolek as Connie

Dee Bradley Baker as Lion

Kimberly Brooks as Cherry Quartz

Noël Wells as Black Rutile

Featuring Ray Chase as George Ikari

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Pearl stood in line at the Buddwick Public Library alongside many other parents and parental figures like her, waiting as a bearded, glasses-wearing Japanese-American man signed books at a table.

"Hey, you wouldn't happen to not be from around here, right?" a single dad standing behind Pearl asked her.

"Well, technically yes," Pearl informed the father. "I come from a planet of beings similar to myself who are all based around gemstones, which explains my appearance. Also, just last week I helped save your world from a sociopathic revolutionary, so you're welcome."

"You foreigners say the craziest things!" the father giggled in disbelief of Pearl, who just groaned flatly as the line began to pick up.

Eventually, Pearl was at the front of the line and now face to face with childcare author George Ikari, who had his fingers clasped together as he gazed at Pearl.

"Let me guess, you are here because of your own son, daughter, or whatever pronouns your child prefers to be dubbed?" George asked Pearl while he took out another copy of his book, titled "When Your Child Wants Time Apart", to sign for the Gem.

"Well, he's not really my son, but Steven is the closest thing my team, the Crystal Gems, have to one after his mother died giving birth to him." Pearl explained as George got to signing. "And that's not even getting into the fact that his mother was a former despotic alien conqueror who grew tired of her life and the constant neglect from her fellow despots, so she faked her death because of how much she valued your planet as part of a big war, then thousands of years later she met a rock star and fell in love with him before they consummated their relationship and she gave up her physical form to give birth to Steven."

George just stared in shock at Pearl's tale before she tried to continue. "And just last week, there was this other Gem with a vendetta against Steven's mother who tried to destroy the planet and kill us a-"

"Stop." George commanded Pearl with a raise of his hand before handing over the signed book. "Just take the book and leave. Your tales are holding up the line."

"What did I tell ya, foreigners say the craziest things!" the single father from before laughed.

"I'm deeply sorry Mr. Ikari, it's just that Steven has been going through some rough times lately." Pearl apologized to the author.

"I completely understand miss." George said while pulling out his phone to show Pearl a picture of his own son, a young man with scruffy brown hair, a white dress shirt, and a nervous expression on his face. "My son Shane has had his fair share of troubles ever since his mother died, troubles that he insisted on running away from rather than facing them maturely."

"Just like Steven." Pearl compared the two boys sympathetically. "I am deeply sorry for your loss sir."

"Thank you for your kindness." George smiled, putting away his phone. "The best thing I feel could work for a situation like this is to let things play out and discuss his problems when the time is right."

"Thank you very much George." Pearl thanked the author as she finally began to leave the library with her new book in hand. "Though I doubt that'll be of any use to Steven."

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Not too far away from the library, Steven was sitting in his room talking to Connie on the phone while she was on her study break.

"Wow Connie, looks like you got all this college stuff figured out." Steven laughed with his dear human friend over his phone.

"I've got a whole plan figured out for early admission into the University of Jayhawk, but I'm still not sure about my major," Connie explained to Steven. "Maybe I should major in political science and minor in sociology, or perhaps the other way around."

"Did all our galactic adventures together get you interested in politics?" Steven asked.

"Maybe." Connie chuckled. "But I'm thinking more down to earth, as far as long-term careers go." As the two laughed at Connie's pun, the timer on her phone began to go off. "Wow, fifteen minutes went by pretty fast."

"Aw man, these study breaks are too short." Steven complained before he realized something. "Hey wait, you left a brochure at my place last time." He stated, pulling out a brochure for Connie's college of choice to show her. "You want it back?"

"It's alright Steven, I still have two more, and the Internet too." Connie answered smiling.

"Oh, right." Steven realized. "Well, call me when you still wanna hang out, okay?"

"You know I will, silly!" Connie beamed. "Okay, for real now, bye!"

After Connie ended the call, Steven turned over on his back and gazed at the brochure in his hands. "The University of Jayhawk, huh?" he muttered to himself. "And how far is that from here?" Steven then opened up the brochure to learn how far the distance between Beach City and the university's location in Kansas was. "Oh, that far."

Once again, Steven began to glow pink as he sadly sank into his bed, fretting over how little often he'd be able to see Connie regularly. Gazing at his rose-colored hand, he then started pondering on whether he should do something about this new condition, as he had been thinking about since the titanic battle with Black Rutile.

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Soon, Steven had decided to get up off his bed and walk downstairs, to which he found Garnet standing in the living room dressed in a hat and kerchief. "Oh Garnet, you're still here?"

"Steven." Garnet greeted Steven tersely.

"I could really use your advice right now." Steven declared racing over to the fusion. "It's about-"

"Not right now Steven, I gotta split." Garnet cut Steven off before un-fusing into Ruby and Sapphire.

"I'm terribly sorry Steven, but I'm running late for my lecture on alternate timelines." Sapphire apologized while taking off the scoutmaster's hat and giving it to Ruby, along with a kiss on the cheek, before racing off to her lecture. "See you soon!"

"Sapphire might be going, but you still got good ol' Ruby to talk to." Ruby said to Steven as she went to fetch a backpack. "Let's walk and talk scout, I got things to do."

"Oh, okay." Steven agreed as he followed Ruby to the Warp Pad, and the two set off.

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Later that day, Steven had joined Ruby's class, consisting of Onion, Zebra Jasper, and Little Larimar, as they strolled through the woods on a gorgeous afternoon. When the class got to a good stopping point near a stump, Ruby hopped up on the stump to speak. "Okay everyone, you remember what we learned last week, right?" she asked her students. "Well, today is the day! Brace yourselves, 'cause today we're sketching nature and the animals around us!"

Onion and his Gem classmates excitedly took out their notepads to draw on as Ruby continued. "Draw to your heart's content scouts!" Ruby declared. "Feel the beauty of everything around you, and you'll have the honor of receiving this Nature Sketching Badge!" She then presented a patch depicting a paint palette and brush in front of depictions of a wolf and a bird. "Got that? Now get to drawing!"

As soon as the three pupils left to go draw the beauty of nature around them, Ruby took it as her cue to jump down from the stump to talk with Steven. "So, what did you need Garnet for?"

"It's about Connie." Steven admitted to the small red Gem. "Every time I talk with her, I feel like she knows exactly what to do with her life, mostly thanks to her parents, and I don't. When we're together as Stevonnie, I feel so ready for anything, but on my own, I feel so lost. Just, what do I want with life?"

"That's tough Steven." Ruby declared sympathetically.

"Exactly!" Steven replied. "Connie is gonna go super far away for college, and I'm gonna be stuck here in Beach City where barely anything can go right for me nowadays and I don't know what to do about them! I want to be with Connie forever, like how you and Sapphire are basically together forever as Garnet!" That was when he came to a conclusion. "Wait, if I want to be together with Connie, then she's my future!"

Steven's revelation made Ruby super excited, and she began scuttling in place with stars in her eyes, her rapid footsteps creating a small fire beneath her feet. "STEVEN STEVEN STEVEN STEVEN STEVEN!" she cheered, but stopped short once she noticed the fire she created. "Oh my gosh, one sec!" Ruby quickly ran off and came back with a towel that she used to put it out. "Anyways, STEVEN, YOU GOTTA PROPOSE!"

"Wait, propose?!" Steven exclaimed in shock. "But, we're only teenagers, we can't get married yet! But then again…"

"Don't say you haven't thought of it!" Ruby added cheerfully. "Besides, aren't there couples in this country that get married at 18 or something?"

"Y-yeah, I thought of it." Steven began blushing, which he tried to hide within his jacket. "I mean, we just had this discussion."

"Well, what are you waiting for?!" Ruby yelled happily while jumping up and grabbing onto his head. "DO IT, DO IT, DO IT! DO IT LIKE YOUR LIFE DEPENDS ON IT!"

"Are you still really sure?" Steven asked the overly eager Gem. "As I said, Connie and I are still only teenagers."

"C'mon, we told you about how it worked for Sapphire and I." Ruby responded. "And if you're successful, you'll have the honor of receiving this!" She presented Steven with a badge depicting one figure popping the question to another. "The Proposal Badge! And if you're not so sure, well, seeing the future would be really helpful here."

Steven gasped, knowing just who Ruby was implying.

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Far away from Ruby, Sapphire sat down with her class, made up of the Watermelon Tourmaline fusion, two of the Nephrites, Orange Spodumene, Cherry Quartz, and Angel Aura Quartz, while drawing lines in the sand with a stick.

"Okay class, let's begin our lesson." Sapphire announced to her students when she spotted Steven racing towards her with a big smile on his face. "Ah, Steven. I've been expecting you."

"Hi, Sapphire." Steven greeted Sapphire. "I'm sorry to interrupt your class, but I got big news! I've been thinking about my future with Connie lately, and a chat with Ruby convinced me that I should propose!"

"Wait, don't you have to wait until you're a grown-up to do that?" Cherry Quartz inquired with a raise of her hand.

"Let me guess, you're here because of my future vision?" Sapphire asked. "Let's run the numbers then." She then let Steven stand next to her before beginning to speak to her class. "Okay class, let's review what we've learned today." She began while drawing complex math equations in the sand. "Using the concepts we discussed so far, let us calculate the probability of Steven succeeding in asking Connie to marry him. Let's begin with the probability that she'll want to spend her life with someone, and then we'll multiply that by the differential factor in sociocultural marriage acceptance. Next, we multiply that by a possibly happy cohabitation, the factor of fear of engagement, the intensity of the love you share, and finally the robustness of your goals in life." As Sapphire finished her equation, she finally turned back to Steven. "Are you following so far, Steven?"

"Uh, maybe?" Steven answered as he stared at the equation Sapphire had jotted down for him in the sand, but it wasn't long before the ocean tides began to wash them away. "Oh no, your work!"

"And there we have it." Sapphire declared with a chuckle. "Don't you get it, Steven? My marriage to Ruby, our fusion as Garnet, it eluded my future vision for so long, defied the odds, and perhaps even changed the course of time itself!" she declared encouragingly. "We could just write equations in the sand all day, but then a wave of chance can come crashing in and wash everything away! Love is truly unquantifiable! Even with my gift of clairvoyance, I know far better than anyone that love can make the impossible possible! And that is why I say do it! Do it, Steven, just do it!"

"Yeah, you're right!" Steven began getting pumped up before turning to Sapphire's class. "Get one last good look at me, everyone, because after today you're gonna be calling me Steven Quartz Cutie Pie DeMayo Diamond Universe-Maheswaran!"

The class began cheering vibrantly, bringing a big smile to Steven's face as he finally realized what his future now held.

--

As the afternoon slowly began to give way to evening, Ruby and Sapphire reunited by rushing towards each other on the sand, excited about the big proposal.

"Steven told me first, and I led him to you!" Ruby cheered, spinning her little blue wife around by the waist.

"I told him to go for it!" Sapphire laughed. "Oh, it's going to be so wonderful!"

As the two fused back into Garnet, she stood still for a few moments, contemplating her components' decisions before coming to one of her own. "I take full responsibility for their actions." Just then, Garnet heard footsteps and found Pearl walking behind her, her pointy nose stuck in a book. "Pearl, I'm guessing you want to see me about the book you're reading."

"I was just thinking about calling up you and Amethyst," Pearl announced as her gaze turned from the pages to her leader. "Where's Steven?"

"Oh, nothing much," Garnet answered. "Just going to make a rash decision that'll emotionally damage him in the long run."

"Oh, that's ni-" Pearl began before she did a double-take. "WAIT, WHAT?!"

--

As for Steven, he was too busy getting ready for an evening with Connie without a care in the world, picking up a cake from Spacetries that said 'Together forever!' on it, buying some flowers from Crazy Lace Agate, lighting up the glow bracelet that brought him & Connie together to begin with and dressing up in some nice clothes. If all goes well, he would soon become Steven Quartz Cutie Pie DeMayo Diamond Universe-Maheswaran.

Meanwhile, at Connie's house, Connie kept on studying for the University of Jayhawk when she heard a roar coming from outside her window. Walking over to the window, she discovered Steven parked outside her home with Lion by his side.

"Evening Connie, how are you doing?" Steven asked his ladylove.

"Steven?" Connie replied. "What are you doing here, and why are you all dressed up like that?"

"You got a fifteen-minute study break in two minutes, right?" Steven inquired, gazing at his watch to check if his timing is correct.

"Whoa, spot-on!" Connie exclaimed, gazing at her phone to learn that he was indeed right. "So, what did you come here for?"

"You want to go for a walk with me?" Steven offered. "I'm sure you could use some fresh air."

"That's very sweet Steven." Connie smiled. "I'd really love to, but I-"

"Don't worry, we can take Lion, and then I'll bring you home in fifteen!" Steven declared with a thumbs up.

"Okay, let's do this!" Connie accepted the offer and left her room to meet Steven outside, taking a moment to tell her parents along the way. "Bye Mom and Dad, I'm spending my study break with Steven!"

Once Connie was out the door, she and Steven mounted on Lion's back and he ran away from the Maheswaran residence.

--

"Remember when we first met here?" Steven asked Connie as they dismounted from Lion and began walking down the beach.

"You mean when you tried riding a bike in the sand and then started running away screaming?" Connie replied with a chuckle.

"Yeah, I was trying to get your attention." Steven added.

"Last I remember, I was more focused on my book than your silly antics." Connie stated.

"Well, that all happened right here." Steven declared, gesturing to a picnic at the very spot where he and Connie first met all those years ago. "You like what I have here?"

"Steven!" Connie exclaimed in awe at the picnic set before them. "I don't know what to say! I also can't believe you still remember this exact spot!"

"I just remember it like it was yesterday!" Steven exclaimed just as eagerly before running over to a nearby rock to sit on.

"This is too cute." Connie squealed while blushing.

"And without further ado," Steven announced as he picked up a guitar to play while Connie sat down. "There's something very important that I'd like to tell you today." With that, he started strumming the guitar and began to sing. "I'd rather be tall, I'd rather be smart, I'd rather be sure you know I care." He sang for Connie. "Wherever you go, wherever you start, I'd rather be sure you know I'm there. I'd rather I always be a part of whatever you do. I'd rather be me, with you."

Although Connie was a little turned off by the deeper meaning of Steven's song, she chose to just keep those feelings hidden to not hurt Steven's while he continued singing. "Wherever we go, I already trust, I'd know what to do if it were us. I'd know what to say, I'd know how to be, I'd know your entire syllabus." Steven continued as the song reached its climax. "I can't think of any other thing in the world that I would rather do. If I could be, I'd rather be me with you."

"Oh Steven, that's so beautiful!" Connie applauded the love song. "If a little unsettling, but I'd rather not say it out loud because-" Steven then got down on one knee and presented him her old glow bracelet. "Huh?"

"Connie, will you marry me?" Steven popped the question at last.

"Come again?" Connie asked, completely taken off guard by such a proposal.

"Let's get married and live together as Stevonnie, just like Garnet!" Steven reiterated for his possible wife.

"Are you serious?" Connie chuckled at the marriage proposal. "I think we should talk about this first."

"You might think I'm being sentimental, but this makes sense!" Steven exclaimed. "I don't know what you'll be studying, but I'm sure Stevonnie will! We can go to Jayhawk together!"

"I really appreciate this little date, but come on! You're still young!" Connie said as she stood up. "And acting a little clingy, I might add." She added under her breath.

"What was that?" Steven asked Connie.

"Nothing!" Connie lied. "Like I said, we're still young. And even if some couples get married at like, eighteen, I don't think we're fit to be one of those."

"So, you don't want to be Stevonnie with me?" Steven asked despondently, but Connie was there to comfort him.

"Of course I'd want to be Stevonnie, but I'd like to be my own person too," Connie answered reassuringly. "You get that, right?"

"Yeah, but," Steven began while putting the bracelet away as Connie hugged him. "Is it a no?"

"I'd say it's not right now." Connie answered.

"But if we're going to spend our lives together, why didn't you say it now?" Steven kept on inquiring fretfully.

"We got plenty of time." Connie declared, moving on from hugging Steven to holding his hands. "Don't you worry."

"I'm not worried, honest." Steven tried correcting his best friend. "I'm just happy when I'm with you."

"I'm happy around you too." Connie replied. "It's just that-" Before Connie could finish, the alarm on her phone went off. "Oh snap, my alarm!" she yelped in realization while pulling her phone out. "Forget studying right now, I don't think it matters."

"But it does matter to you!" Steven yelled.

"And you're just as important!" Connie responded, beginning to notice Steven getting more stressed out.

"I'm fine, we can talk about it later." Steven began rapidly panting. "Look, Lion's still right there, you can go now."

"Are you sure Steven?" Connie wondered sympathetically. "You're looking a little on edge. Maybe I can hook you up with a good therapist. She's a good friend of my mom named Dr. Rebe-"

"I'm sure I'm fine." Steven cut Connie off. "Now go."

"Okay." Connie obliged before giving Steven a goodbye hug. "I'll call you again tomorrow at noon." She said before walking towards Lion to have him take her home.

"Have fun studying!" Steven continued putting up a happy front as he bid Connie farewell. But as soon as she was out of sight, that front completely fell. "Nobody I love ever wants to stay."

With that, Steven fell back-first to the sand and turned pink, the resulting impact ruining the nice picnic around him as he wallowed in a crater of his sadness, and stayed there for the rest of the day.

--

Many hours later, Steven kept on lying in the crater long into the night with tears in his eyes, and when he finally decided to get up, Garnet was there waiting for him with the picnic basket containing the cake still intact.

"I assume it didn't go well." Garnet theorized as she helped Steven up from the crater and began walking him home.

"I don't get it," Steven muttered cynically. "Ruby and Sapphire said I should go for it, and I did, but everything went wrong."

"I apologize on their behalf," Garnet stated. "You just can't trust love advice from hopeless romantics like those two."

"Then why didn't you stop me?" Steven asked the fusion.

"I couldn't see a future where you didn't try proposing to Connie," Garnet answered. "However, there were quite a few where after she said no, you forced her to fuse with you and subsequently went insane."

"Of course." Steven moaned. "Even in alternate timelines, nothing can ever go right for me."

"Don't be so hard on yourself." Garnet comforted her half-human ward with a hug to the side. "Your soulmate should be your complement, not a missing piece. Ruby and Sapphire may deeply love each other, but they still have their own thoughts, feelings, and lives." The pair soon reached the beach house and sat down on the steps together. "Whatever hole you have in your life Steven, I want you to know that Connie or Stevonnie might not fill it."

"It's just that you guys make it so easy!" Steven revealed as he took the basket from Garnet. "Can't believe I'm saying this, but it's kinda your fault for being so dang perfect!"

"I know you're upset Steven, and I take responsibility for your plight," Garnet apologized to Steven. "but blaming others as much as you blame yourself won't help."

"Then maybe shoving this adorable cake in my face will!" Steven declared as he opened the picnic basket to reveal that the cake was in pieces.

"It probably won't." Garnet deadpanned, but Steven didn't listen and started eating the broken cake anyways.

"Well, I'm still gonna do it!" Steven exclaimed, his mouth now full of cake.

"I know," Garnet added as she gazed up at the sky. However, what she didn't catch was a fly buzzing around her and Steven, and its green eyes started blinking.

--

"Ah, romance. So utterly futile." Black Rutile grimaced as she watched the live footage of Steven drowning his sorrows in cake through a hard light welding mask. "Still, all that trauma could be useful in the future."

As Black Rutile was spectating on Steven's pain, she was hard at work on her plans for revenge, using a blowtorch to put together the final touches on a special wrist-mounted device. Once she was done, the villainous Rutile aimed the device at a rock carved into the exact shape of White Diamond's gem and fired. The resulting blast destroyed the rock and left a massive cloud of ash where it once was, but she wasn't satisfied with the smattering of pebbles that once made up the rock.

"Hm, need to work on the disintegration aspect a bit more." Black Rutile pondered while retracting the welding mask into her visor and began going back to the drawing board.

--

Guess who's back? Back again? Black Rutile's back, she's no friend! And on that rather sad turned ominous note, we conclude the first chapter of Part 3. Now that we have Steven's romance issues out of the way, expect to see the following in the coming chapters, in no particular order.

Garnet, Amethyst and Pearl re-enact Ace Attorney while Steven becomes even more scarred for life.

Viva Los Diego! Lapis & Amethyst get involved with a James Bond parody, Garnet & Bismuth solve mysteries together with a police officer who's basically the Plumber from Ratchet and Clank, Pearl matches wits with a snooty film director who's like Michael Bay, David Cage, Neil Druckmann & Zack Snyder in one, and Peridot tries promoting her CPH reboot.

Steven hangs out with Spinel and plays basketball with Wolverine.

Peridot finally gets her own song.

Jasper finally gets her own song.

A certain Stevonnie-chasing jerk dares Steven to reform him.

And finally, Black Rutile plays a role in a certain event in Fragments, the final chapter of this part.

Have I gotten your interest yet? Good, cause strap in everyone, it's gonna be nuts.

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Coming Home Part Eight

JJ x Reader

Warnings: There will be mentions of the sexual assault from the previous episodes. Other than that, nothing that the show doesn’t cover: alcohol and physical fights, etc.

Hey guys! Thank you for all your support on part seven!! I'm really glad that everyone has been enjoying the series. My dad just gave me his old laptop so now I should be able to get this series up more frequently! (I was using my mom’s before). Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list :) and thank you for reading I hope you enjoy!!💖

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A collective gasp echoed around the crowd at Midsummers. Ward looked over to where his son had tried to disappear into the crowd and if looks could kill Rafe would have been six feet underground. 

Flustered your aunt and uncle looked between Rose and Ward. “I think we need to find a way to get out of here so we can talk.” Ward spoke under his breath to your uncle. 

Your aunt motioned for John B to take you inside, Sarah, JJ, Pope, and Kie followed. John B handed you off to JJ as soon as you reached him. He and Pope hung back for a few minutes to ensure that Rafe wouldn’t follow. Sarah led the way up the stairs and down the hall to your room while you clung to JJ for dear life. He was the only thing you were focused on. The feeling of his shirt balled in your fist. The warmth of his hand around your waist. The sound of his breathing which helped you steady your own. Once you reached your room he carefully sat you down on your bed before sitting down beside you and wrapping an arm around you. Kie crouched at your feet and held your hand while Sarah closed the door. You were in a daze, numb from the shock and not at all ready for the conversation that you knew was going to follow. 

“It’s going to be alright babe.” JJ whispered into your ear with a soft confidence despite the fear in his eyes. He was scared for you, everyone was.

“Y/n, you are strong and you’re going to be able to get through this.” Kie gave your hand a squeeze. 

“What’s going to happen now?” you asked unaware of the words even leaving your mouth. Tears began to well in your eyes once again. 

Kie placed her head in your lap comfortingly. “I think the adults are trying to find someone to supervise the party so we can all go somewhere private.”

Sarah sat down on your other side now and stroked your hair. “I think we’re going to go over to my house and you’re going to have to tell my dad, Rose, and your aunt and uncle what happened.”

You nodded tears rolling down your cheeks now. JJ placed a kiss on your head trying to fight back tears of his own. He was angry and terrified at the same time. His heart broke seeing you like this. Your face which usually harbored a vibrant smile was pale and expressionless and your body felt limp against his own. 

A soft knock sounded on your door that made everyone jump. Pope opened the door and John B followed him in closing the door behind them. 

“Hey Bug,” you looked up at Pope with big teary eyes, “how are you holding up?”

“I’ve been better.” you said emitting a soft chuckle which everyone echoed. Sarah moved so that John B could sit next to you.

“Kie’s parents offered to chaperone the party while we all go over to Tanny Hill to talk this out. Okay?”

You nodded softly, your lip trembling. Pope kneeled down next to Kie, his tall frame became even with yours as he placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Ward and Rose already took him over there. We’re not going to leave you. You’re surrounded by people who love you and will protect you.” 

JJ lifted his hand and guided your chin toward him, “We’re going to keep you safe.” 

Your aunt spoke softly through the door, “Are you guys ready to head over?” 

Everyone stood and interlocked hands. You were in the middle of JJ and John B, Sarah was next to him on your right with Pope and Kie next to JJ on your left. Everyone's hands remained intertwined on the walk to Tanny Hill until you had to follow your aunt and uncle into Ward's office and they closed the door behind you. 

Your eyes immediately darted to Rafe who was standing in the far corner of Ward’s office. You plopped down on the leather couch your aunt and uncle on either side of you. Ward and Rose sat opposite of you. 

“I’d like to start off by apologizing y/n.” Rose reached over the coffee table, grasping your hand in her own. “I shouldn’t have assumed that your friend would have done that to you.”

“My boyfriend actually. Thank you for your apology Rose, I really appreciate it.” you looked up from your lap briefly to flash her a small smile. 

You could hear Rafe’s breathing become shallow at your words, causing your heart to pound in your chest and your hands began to shake. Your aunt noticed this and rubbed your shoulders. You leaned your head on your uncle's shoulder, glad they didn’t question you about JJ and after tonight you knew that they wouldn’t. 

Ward started. “Honey. I know it is going to be hard to tell us what happened. But we are here for you and we need the whole story.”

You nodded before closing your eyes and taking a deep shuddering breath. 

“We were at a party in the boneyard…” You recounted everything that had happened. What you said. What Rafe said. The way he grabbed you and slammed you against the wall. The way he touched you. Everything, even the smallest of details. You weren’t entirely present for most of it. You just allowed the words to flow out of your mouth while tears streamed down your cheeks. Rose, Ward and your aunt and uncle all listening intently with concern and horror stretched across their faces. 

-

As soon as the door to Ward’s office closed everyone breathed out an anxious breath. JJ let go of the burning feeling that was swelling up in his throat and allowed the tears to flow freely down his face as he paced back and forth along the hallway in front of the office. 

“JJ she's gonna be okay.” Kie tried to comfort him. 

“Blondie, its Bug.” John B grabbed his friends shoulders and looked into his eyes, “Lord knows she’s a fighter. She’s just through that door and you’ll see her in a little bit.” He pulled JJ into a hug. 

JJ pulled away wiping the tears from under his eyes as Kie came up behind him and rubbed his back. “But he’s in there with her.” He paused, the words were choked as they came out of his mouth and his face contorted in a mix of pain and fury. “You guys don’t know what he did to her. I’m supposed to be keeping her safe. I promised.” JJ slid down against the wall and began fiddling with the seaglass and leather bracelet.

John B and Pope sat down on either side of him and the girls sat with their backs against the wall opposite the boys. 

“JJ, She’s safe in there. Her aunt and uncle are in there with her. So are Ward and Rose.” Sarah said comfortingly.

After a moment Pope broke the silence, “What did he do exactly?” 

Kie shifted her dress before shifting her gaze to JJ. She nodded at him saying, “JJ I know it’s not your thing to tell but if you don’t tell us she’ll have to and I don’t think anyone here wants to put her through that again.” 

JJ nodded and sniffled before repeating exactly what you had told him at Battery Jasper. About halfway through the story John B stood up and began pacing, doing everything in his power not to punch a whole in the walls of Tanny Hill. He had tears of pure rage streaming down his cheeks. Rafe had put the Pogues through a whole lot of bull shit, but now knowing the full extent of what happened that night, his anger bubbled at the surface and he tried to keep it from boiling over. He watched the anger build up in Pope as well and he could see JJ trying to keep from grinding his teeth and digging his nails into his palms as he spoke. Looks of absolute horror and sorrow were painted across Sarah and Kie’s faces. 

When JJ finished Sarah’s glance shifted to John B. She stood and reached to comfort him but he was past the point of no return. 

“Sah, thank you for trying but this needs to ride it's course. Bug is like a sister to me and it is taking every muscle in my body and all of my focus to not barge into that office and drop kick your brother into oblivion.”

“You and me both.” JJ huffed from his sitting position. 

The door to the office opened and your aunt poked her head out. “Kie, JJ, we need you in here.”

JJ sprung up immediately and practically ran into the office. Kie exchanged a look with the others and gulped before following your aunt in.

-

JJ immediately took your aunt’s spot on the leather couch and took your hand in his own, his eyes locked on Rafe. While you stared somewhat blankly at the bookshelf behind Ward and Rose, Kie took the chair to JJ’s right and your aunt sat on your uncle’s left.

Your aunt looked between you, JJ, and Kie before speaking. “JJ, Kie, y/n told us that you two came to her aid that night and I want to thank you for that.” She nodded at your uncle. 

“But we’d also like to know what you saw. Just to gain a fuller understanding.” your uncle continued. 

Kie started. “Well we were around the fire at the boneyard. Everyone was just chilling and talking when I heard someone screaming for help down the beach. I asked JJ if he could hear it too and when we heard her scream again we ran toward the noise.”

JJ shifted his gaze from Rafe toward your aunt, who he knew decently well from the times that she’d come visit her sister on the island when you were kids, “I don’t think either of us really registered what was happening. The only thing I saw was that Rafe had a girl pinned up against the rock wall, I couldn’t see who it was or what he was doing. Naturally I pulled him off of her and we got into a fight.” 

“I got there after JJ had pulled him off of her. Y/n was sobbing and crawling in the sand looking for her bracelets. The back of her white t-shirt was soaked through with blood and she had an array of bruises and scratches on her wrist and a red handprint on her face.”

As Kie finished her description of your wounds your aunt began to cry and your uncles fists clenched. Rose’s mouth was agape and Ward’s head was in his hands, they both choked back tears. 

JJ continued, shifting his glance to Rose and Ward, “I didn’t know it was y/n until I found this bracelet that I gave her before she left when we were twelve.” 

Rafe huffed and rolled his eyes across the room. JJ’s anger boiled over. 

“Do you have something to say Cameron!!?” he spat, standing up. None of the adults made any effort to stop him. “She could barely walk. Have you even seen what you did to her. Because I have. Do you know how hard the last few days have been for her? Because I do and so does Kie and John B and Pope and Sarah.” Pausing he glanced at the ceiling, “Thank god Kie and I heard her crying.” He looked down at the ground and swallowed hard before saying, “You were going to rape her weren’t you?” Everyone drew in a collective breath. The tension in the room was swamp like and everyone except for JJ and Rafe had turned into statues. JJ had asked the question that no one wanted to. The question you had been avoiding for days. “And for what Rafe? Huh? Because she knew us? Because she loves us? She didn’t do anything to deserve that.” 

JJ’s body was now wracked with angry sobs but he pushed them down and stood tall when Rafe charged forward at him. You flinched and your uncle protectively placed his body over yours. Ward quickly stood up and placed himself between his son and JJ. You whimpered softly, “That's enough JJ.” He softened immediately as you grabbed his hand with your left and his forearm with your right, pulling him into you and putting your head on his shoulder. 

“Rafe, stay the hell away from Y/n and JJ.” Ward scolded his sun as he forcefully walked him behind his desk and sat him in his desk chair.

“Dad you’re defending a pogue!” Rafe protested. 

In response Ward simply walked back to the couch and before sitting down next to Rose turned back to glare at his son. “I thought I raised you better than this.” Rafe was silenced. 

Rose shifted the conversation back to the events of that night, looking between the three of you she uttered, “What else happened?” 

Kie whispered, “Well we brought her off of the beach and then I went to grab everyone else.” 

Curtly your uncle said, “Then it’s time for us to bring them in.” Everyone nodded. 

Rose stood and brought in the rest of the Pogues from the hallway. John B walked in fuming. Sarah clutched onto his arm in an effort to both calm him down and prevent him from strangling Rafe. Pope closed the door and shot daggers at Rafe. They stood behind you, JJ, and your aunt and uncle on the couch. 

Despite being in the same room as the boy who assaulted you, you felt calm in your protective bubble of people that loved you and left him ostracized. Yet, your whole body continued to shake and it became more difficult to take deep breaths as you relived the events of that night and vivid flashes of it came back to you. The next hour was a mystery to you, you were unsure of what was said. You could hear the distant voices of your friends and feel the occasional vibrations from JJ’s voice as they described what they saw that night and spoke of the way they protected you. Your aunt’s voice snapped you back into the conversation. 

“Sweetie, y/n, are you with us?” 

You shook your head against JJ’s shoulder and let out a soft, “No.” 

Your uncle turned to you and grabbed your hand. “We want to keep you safe y/n. Ward and Rose will support us in any action we take against Rafe for what he did to you.” 

You turned to them and they each gave you a soft understanding smile. Your uncle finished, “Would you like to press charges?” 

You lifted your head from JJ’s shoulder and sat up. You felt like the wind was knocked out of you. 

“No.” Everyone in the room had a confused look on their face. “I want a restraining order. That way he will still have to look everyone that loves me in the eyes knowing what he did.” you said with sudden confidence.

Ward nodded. “Okay.” 

JJ rubbed your thumb with his own. John B placed a hand on your shoulder, as did Pope. Sarah and Kie were on either side of them glaring at Rafe. 

You spoke again, looking between your aunt and uncle, “Can we please go home now?” your spark of confidence was gone and the question came out as more of a plea. 

Your aunt nodded. The Pogues all escorted you out. After deciding to handle the rest of this in the morning your aunt stood and embraced Rose, they followed you out the door. Your uncle stood and walked over to where Rafe sat. 

“If you ever so much as look at my niece again, let alone talk to her or lay a finger on her, I won't hesitate to press charges. I swore to my sister in law that I would protect her daughter if anything was to ever happen to her. Y/n is the closest thing I’ll ever have to a daughter. I will do anything to protect my little girl.” 

With that he shook Ward’s hand and followed after the rest of his family. 

-

When everyone returned back to your house there was a jumble of hugs and tears. Your aunt wrapped each of the boys into a hug and thanked them for everything they did for you. Your uncle hugged you before handing you off to the girls. Sarah and Kie didn’t let go for several minutes until John B came over and unraveled you from their arms before wrapping you into his own. 

“Bug.” he sobbed shallowly. Tightening his grip around his best friend. 

“Bookie.” You cried into his chest. While the boy who was practically your brother held you, your uncle pulled JJ to the side. 

“Thank you for standing up for her son.” He wrapped JJ into a hug, “And for protecting her.” Tears began to form in your uncle’s eyes. “Keep her safe, please.” 

JJ looked at you hugging John B over your uncle’s shoulder, “I always will, until the day I die.” 

-

Your aunt decided that everyone should sleep over the house because she didn’t want you to have to be alone after tonight. Everyone went home to grab their things while you slipped out of your dress and into your favorite pjs. You stared at yourself in the bathroom mirror and took in every aspect of your appearance. The worn tie dye t shirt, your disheveled hair and blotchy face. Your bloodshot (y/e/c) eyes and red nose. Finally managing to slow your breathing, you undid the braids in your hair and plucked the lavender out of them before gathering it on top of your head and putting it up into a messy bun. You removed your makeup and washed your face before heading downstairs to wait for your friends. 

Kie arrived first followed by John B and then Pope. Sarah finally arrived thirty minutes after Pope and explained that it was because Ward and Rose wanted to make sure that everyone was okay and Ward wanted to see her for a little bit. The Pogues all went up to your room but you stayed on the couch and waited for JJ. You felt hollow and like each of your limbs had turned to lead. You had your head laid in your aunt's lap and you were staring at the ceiling when you heard the door open. 

Your uncle gasped, “Son what the hell happened?” 

At his words you bolted upright. Your soul practically left your body as you looked at JJ. He was silhouetted in the doorway a backpack in his hand, still in his vest and dress pants. His shirt was stained with blood. JJ’s cheekbone was bruised and swollen and his lip was split, still bleeding. His eyes locked with yours as they filled with tears. 

“Hey Bug, I ran into my dad.”

As always if anyone needs anything please feel free to message me! I’m always here to talk about absolutely anything, I love you all dearly<33

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Born to Float - Octavia became a criminal with her first breath. Some people are just born to float. (Octavia Blake, Bellamy Blake, Aurora Blake)

Post-Apocalyptic Ethics 101 - Collection of dribbles & short stories. (Bellamy Blake, Clarke Griffin, Marcus Kane, Jasper Jordan)

Coin Operated Boy - The things John Murphy does to survive. Tag to 3.10. Trigger Warning: RAPE. (John Murphy/Emori, Murphy/Ontari)

Battlestar Galactica 

Persephone on New Caprica - It’s winter on New Caprica and they’re all Persephone here. A collection of short stories. (Gaius Baltar/Caprica Six, Felix Gaeta/Eight, Kara Tharce/Leoben Conroy)

Four Loves (The Canoodling on New Caprica Remix) - Three loves which died on New Caprica and one which flourished. Remix of Canoodling & Conspiracies Oh My! by raktajino. (Maya & Isis, Diana Seelix & Jammer, Boomer & God, Laura Roslin/William Adama)

The Broken Earth series Seismic Shift - Schaffa tells himself he will stop if Eitz says no. This one will be allowed to say no. The boy says nothing at all. (Schaffa, Eitz) WARNING: Child Sexual Abuse

Dark Angel

Tricks & Treats - Joshua and Alec go to a party. Joshua eats little hot dogs and is diverting. (Joshua, Alec, Rita)

Another Day at the Office - Insert zombie apocalypse. (Alec, Original Cindy, Normal)

Pooka Boo - Maybe Ben’s hallucinations started out random and fluffy too. (Alec, Max, Logan, Original Cindy, Pooka)

Dollhouse

Ms. Lonelyhearts -  Adelle knew Victor was a lover at heart. (Adelle Dewitt/Victor, Sierra/Victor)

Downton Abbey

The Hedgehog’s Dilemma - “Mind my spikes.” Five warnings, four relationships and one revelation. Daemons AU. (Thomas Barrow/Duke, Thomas & Sara O'Brien, Thomas/Edward Courtney, Thomas/Jimmy Kent)

Bluestocking Girl - Four books which didn’t change Edith’s life and one letter to the editor which did. (Edith Crawley, Crawley family)

Snakes & Lions - In Thomas, Jimmy finds that courage isn’t exclusive to Gryffindors. Now if only he could find some himself. Harry Potter fusion. Part one of Houses Alike In Dignity (Thomas Barrow/Jimmy Kent)

The House Elf and the Lioness - “Honestly Sybil, he’s practically a house elf,” Mary exclaimed when she caught them kissing in the stacks. Harry Potter fusion. Part two of Houses Alike In Dignity (Sybil Crawley/Tom Branson, Mary Crawley)

The Owl & the Son-of-a-Squib - Matthew Crawley is quite shocked when an owl swoops down and drops off a letter which changes his life. Harry Potter fusion. Part three of Houses Alike In Dignity (Matthew Crawley, Isobel Crawley, Violet Crawley)

The Dragon Prince

Dragon Scales - Collection of short tumblr prompts. (Rayla, Callum, Ezran, Amaya, Soren) You Fight Like You Practice - Callum’s never been good with a sword, but the right teacher can make all the difference. Two lessons, two teachers, and one real fight. (Callum, Soren, Rayla) The Talk - Rayla and Callum finally talk about what happened the night of the assassination. (Rayla, Callum, Ezran)

Firefly

Firefly, In Brief - Collection of short stories and dribbles. (Firefly crew)

Will to Be Well (The Psychosomatic Remix) - Studies on the efficacy of acupuncture are inconclusive but, if River believes hard enough, learning the art might make her better. Remix of If I Could Will You Whole by Spiralleds (River, Inara, Jayne)

Harry Potter

Have to Start Somewhere (The Words to Rebuild Remix) - This diary belongs to Ginevra Molly Weasley and no one else. Remix of Words to Build by Elennare. (Ginny Weasley)

Interstellar

Eureka Moment - The night she solved the equation, Murph had unprotected sex for the first time in her life. (Murph/Getty)

Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell

Requiescat in pace - In which Jonathan Strange discovers that returning the dead to their natural state is more difficult than he would imagine. (Jonathan Strange, dead Neapolitans)

Miraculous Ladybug

Intrepid Reporter - Alya won’t let a little thing like danger stop her from reporting the truth. (Alya, Marinette, Nino) Better Than Ice Cream - Orange, mint, and raspberry could be a tasty combination. The solution to every love triangle should be polyamory, but sometimes it’s just not that simple. (Marinette, Adrien) St. Athanase Day - Adrien and Marinette’s beret the second time around. She forgets the card but still signs her work. (Adrien, Plagg) No Sleep Til Hawkmoth - An overly-caffeinated revelation helps narrow Alya’s search for Hawkmoth (Alya, Marinette, Adrien, Nino, Chloé)

Misfits

Good Housekeeping - It’s been months since his mum kicked him out, but at least Nathan hasn’t sunk to sleeping under the flyover. He’s got a good thing going at the community center and means to keep it. (Nathan Young)

The (Non)Haunting of Nathan Young -And to think he’d scoffed when Simon had tried to warn him. Everyone you love will die. What a laugh, right? Christ, he’s been such an idiot. (Nathan Young/Kelly Bailey)

Pushing Daisies

Li'l Gumshoe - Young Penny Cod was nine years, two hours, and forty-three minutes old when she found the book which changed her life. Like hundreds of other little black girls who would encounter Li’l Gumshoe, she felt as though it had been written just for her. The difference was, Penny Cod was right. (Penny Cod, Emerson Cod, Lila Robinson, Pie Hole gang)

Orphan Black

Portrait of the Artist as a Young Girl - There’s something magical about Uncle Felix’s flat. Maybe it’s all the art. (Kira, Felix, Cosima)

Devil’s Trap - Helena and Grace have a lot in common. (Helena, Grace)

Despite All My Rage - Rachel is still just a rat in a cage. So much for self-directed evolution. (Rachel, Aldous Leekie, Ethan Duncan)

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

Shadow Over Mystacor - After Shadow Weaver’s attack on Mystacor, Adora just wants to relax, but that’s hard to do when it’s all her fault. (Adora, Glimmer, Bow)

Parting Strands - Looking out for each other had been their thing, but Adora’s starting to suspect that’s over. Her thoughts during that scene in “Promise.” (Adora, Catra)

The Good Soldier On the sliding scale between perfect soldier Adora and useless malcontent Catra, Lonnie was closer to the Adora end of the spectrum. How the hell had Catra made Force Captain before her? Catra was just going crash and burn and Lonnie? Lonnie would let her. (Lonnie, Catra, Team Horde)

She-Ra (Modesty) Shorts - Adora/Catra shorts written for the 3 Sentence Ficathon. (Adora/Catra)

A Song of Ice and Fire

The Return - Robb sends Theon home to Pyke. If you think this has a happy ending, you haven’t been paying attention. (Asha Greyjoy, Greyjoy family)

Stranger Things

Smurfete Principle - There can be more than one girl in the party. El and Max work things out at the Snow Ball. (Max, El)

Stranger Side of the Force - While watching Star Wars, El notices she and Vader have a lot in common. (El, Mike, Max, Lucas, Dustin, Will)

It Lingers - The Mind Flayer is gone, but El can still feel it clawing underneath her skin. (El, Joyce, Will, Jonathan) Date Night - Everyone and her mother seems to think they’re together and Robin’s getting pretty sick of it. (Robin, Steve, The Party)

Temeraire

Epistolary - Dear Lady Allendale….yours, etc., Emily Roland (Emily Roland)

Umbrella Academy

Heroes for Ghosts - Eudora waits for Diego and things at the hotel go very differently. (Klaus, Diego, Ben, Eudora, Hazel, Cha-Cha, Ghosts)

Peanut Butter and Marshmallows - Stuck in the apocalypse, Five reads about Vanya leaving him sandwiches. (Five, Delores)

Iconic - When Vanya learns Klaus is gay from an article in a teen magazine, she’s upset for more than a few reasons. (Vanya, Klaus) Feed Your Head - Three shitty things young Klaus did for drugs and one thing they did for him. (Klaus, Reginald, Grace) When Evil Rains - Umbrella Academy shorts (Klaus, Diego)

Voltron: Legendary Defender

Players Only Love You When They’re Playing - Coran kept staring at Romelle like she was walking miracle, but Allura couldn’t look at her without thinking of Lotor and his betrayal.

White Collar

Eyes on the Target (The Solid Ground Remix) - Peter asked her to keep an eye on Neal for him while he’s stuck in jail. It could be going better. Remix of Keep Your Feet on Solid Ground by frith_in_thorns. (Dianna Berrigan, Neal Caffrey, Peter Burke)

[raven-black102]

The Witch and The Major Vampire (Jasper x Scarlet Witch Reader)

Could you do a Jasper x reader where shes is his mate(a powerful witch and she is very calm and polite) that has the powers of Scarlet Witch and they met when the Cullens saw her hurt (with a blood stain on her dress) with her little son, Major ends up taking control and she delivers her child to them before fainting, and Major remains in control for days while she is still recovering and also accepts her son?

Requested by Anonymous and this happen way before Bella went to Florks.

Warning: a bit of smut at the end.

(Y/n)'s POV

"Come on (S/n)! They're catching up!" I yelled as I tried to use my power to slow those hunters down. "Your not getting away that easily witch!" I heard them snarled. "(S/n) I need you to listen to me. I need you to run and hide. Whatever you hear never come out of your hiding spot till I get you okay." I said to (S/n) as he started to cry and nod his head.

"I love you." I said kissing the crown of his head as I stop. "Go! Run!" I yelled as I turned around and placed my palm facing each other and leaving a gap to create a ball.

"You want me? Here I am." I said as I started to through a ball of scarlet at the Hunters while trying to dodge arrows at me. I quickly raised up my hand again and created a barrier.

"No more games witch!" I heard as I chuckled darkly. "Your right. No more games." I said as I ran towards them thought balls of scarlet at then.

I grabbed one of the hunters sword and quickly cut off his head. I couldn't care if there blood stains my dress. "P-please! I-I w-was f-for-forced to d-do th-this!" The last hunter begged on his hands and knees. "You hurt my son. Now your paying the price." I said then slit his throat.

I stood there for awhile trying to calm myself down a bit and rub of some of the blood that got on my face. "Momma!" I heard causing me to turn and see (S/n) running towards me. "(S/n). I told you to run." I said sternly only for him to pout.

Then all of the sudden all the corpus lit on fire. I jumped looking at them as they quickly turn to ash. "(S/n)? Did you do that?" I asked gently as I look down at him. His bottom lip quiver causing me to crouch down and hugging tightly.

"Come on lets go see if we can find some help." I said picking him up. "Momma your hurt." (S/n) said as I let a small whince escape my lip. "I'll be fine. Its nothing." I said as I gave him a piggie back ride and started to walk away from the burnt corpus.

"Someone's coming momma." (S/n) said causing me to stop. "Who are you?" I heard causing me to turn to the right to see a whole family there. "People where chasing me and my boy." I said calmly. 'They don't seem like a threat yet.' I thought causing the boy with bronze hair to frown. "We don't mean any harm." He said gently as (S/n) hides himself behind me.

"I'm (Y/n)." I started as I looked to see a familiar face. "Alice?" I asked causing her to look at me with a big grin on her face. "(Y/n)!" She yelled excitedly as she tried to walk towards me. I moved back away from her causing her to frown. "You can't..." I started as she took notice of the blood stains on my dress.

"Jasper..." The older look male started looking at the boy with blond wavy hair. His eyes are pitch black as he looks at me. "Your hurt." He said as he to tried to walk towards me. "Stop. Don't get any closer." I said as (S/n) held on my me tightly.

"(Y/n). Is that?" Alice started causing me to smile slightly. "Yeah. This is (S/n). (S/n) meet your aunt Alice. She helped me deliver you." I said softly as (S/n) looks at Alice in awe. "Alice. Can you watch over him for me please." I said as I felt weak.

She nodded as I put (S/n) down next to me. "Go with your Aunt Alice I be making sure nobody is going to get you okay." I said gently as Alice got closer. "Hi (S/n) I'm Alice. And I'm going to be your favorite aunt." Alice said to (S/n) causing him to giggle slightly.

"You can stay with us. Will protect you." The older woman said to me as I gave her a kind smile. "Maybe one day. Just not today." I started then everything went black. "Jasper!" I heard as I felt something cold grab me.

Major's POV

'This isn't how we plan to meet our mate.' Jasper said as I held her close. "She's barely breathing." I said looking at Carlisle as I straighten up. "Lets get back to the house then Major." He said as we ran towards the house. "Momma! Is momma going to be okay Aunt Alice?" My mates son asked almost on the verge of tears. 'Well kill those hunter for hurting out mate!' I snarled in my head. 'Well get the chance to later. Right now we just need to worry about our Mate and her son.' Jasper said causing me to calm down slightly.

I calmed (S/n) down with my gift as I gently place my mate down in Carlisle office bed. "You can go Major. Your be the first one I'll go to when she walks up." He said as I hesitated. It amused me a bit on how I was able to contain myself from killing her with all that blood.

'Her sent is very strong. We didn't even smell the blood on her.' Jasper said causing me to nod and leave the office. When I went to the living room I saw everyone else is there except Alice and (S/n).

"Where Alice and (S/n)?" I asked looking at them causing them to all grin at me. "You found your mate." Edward said as Emmett laugh. "And she has a child with her." Rosalie added with a gentle smile.

"You where also able to contain your thirst." Esme said causing me to slightly smile at them. "(S/n) this is Emmett, Rosalie, Edward, Esme, and Major Whitlock." I heard causing me to look up and see Alice with (S/n) who was picking out from behind her.

"Major Whitlock? Like the one who fought in the Civil War?" (S/n) said softly causing me to smile at him. "That's right sir." I said causing him to quickly run his little legs towards me. I crouch down at his height as he looks up at me in awe.

"You don't look really old Major." (S/n) said causing us all to laugh. "Momma always tell me some stories about the Civil War and how her ansisters where in them." (S/n) said excitedly.

"Really now?" I asked as I gently picked him up causing him to squeal. "Want to tell me some of then?" I asked as we sat on the couch and the others come closer to us to hear. "Yeah but momma uses her magic to show me picture." He said the slightly pout.

"Maybe when your mother wakes up she'll tell us the story again." Esme said causing (S/n) to nod his head. "How old are you (S/n)?" Rosalie asked causing (S/n) to make a thinking face. "I'm five! Momma said my birthday is in two weeks!" He said clapping his hand.

Time Skip

(Y/n)'s POV

A small groan escaped my lips as I gently sat up from the bed. 'Bed? I don't remember... Oh, Alice.' I thought chuckling as I saw I was wearing an oversize white button up shirt. "You look good in my shirt." I heard causing me to look up to see the blond boy again.

"Thank you dear." I said winking at him. "Wheres (S/n)?" I asked as I whine slightly. The boy quickly appeared in front of me as he gently pushed me down on the bed. "His asleep." He said as I look up at him taking in his handsomely features.

I gently placed my hand on his cold cheek as he looks down at me in awe. "Your our mate now. Well protect you and (S/n) with our life." He said as he look at me then my lips. "Our?" I asked causing me to smile. "I'm Major Whitlock. The ego of Jasper Hale." He said as my eyes slightly widen.

"Your son had the same reaction." He said as I felt my heart started to pound agent my chest. "Excited are we?" He asked then placed his lips on mine. I genlte run my fingers through his hair and tugged it softly. He moved his cold hands on my thighs sending chills up my spine.

"Did (S/n) told you storys?" I asked him panting slightly. "He did. He also called me old." He added causing me to laugh softly. "He doesn't know much about the other supernatural creatures yet. He is only five." I said as I continued to run my hands through his hair.

"Mmhhmmm if you keep doing that I want be able to control myself anymore." He groan causing me to smirk slightly. "I'm fine with that. Maybe give (S/n) another sibling." I purred in his ear and the next thing I know I was laying in the middle of the bed with the Major on top of me.

Part 2

[kamadoesthings]

Wrote all of this in a day because I'm hella inconsistent with my monthly opt challenge

DAY ONE: REALIZATION

“What’s the problem babes?” Verity asked, wrapping her hand around the noirett’s shoulder. They were out late, sitting in a rusty automobile, as the clouds drizzled. Jasper stood quietly, staring at his lap. “What is it when you can’t stop thinking of someone? When the person is gone, you feel like a part of you left. When you change how you usually act around only them? I heard people call it love, but I know it can’t be.” Jasper asked, his eyes glistening. “I’m sorry babe, but that sounds an awful lot like love. Maybe not love, but a crush?” Verity suggested, trying to cheer her friend up. Jasper looked up with a soft smile, a tear dropping from his cheek. “Yeah. I thought so.” Verity wrapped her arms and wings around the boy, as only comforting coos could be heard.

“Forrest, hun? Your cheeks are really red.” An older woman noticed from across the bakery kitchen. “Oh, yeah. I’m alright. Thanks Neeve.” Forrest sighed, as he grabbed a rolling pin. A moment of silence filled the kitchen. “You have anything you wanna talk about, dear?” The periwinkle-haired woman asked, walking to Forrest’s section. She pushed a tray into the fire powered oven. “I mean… I think I like someone.” Chaos and voices of older women filled the kitchen. Forrest’s face went redder. “Don’t worry about a thing dear.” Neeve sang. “I hope you all are baking with all the noise you’re making!” The chaos went down almost immediately. “Why do you think that? That you like the person, I mean.” Neeve asked, getting flour from the cabinet above. “Well,” Forrest started, getting a thin knife and cookie cutter. “My heart rate accelerates when he’s around, and my body feels super light. His smile makes my day, and I feel like kissing his soft cheeks-” Forrest trailed. “Whoa there Romeo. You definitely like him alot,” Exalis said from a different kitchen section. Forrest bit his bottom lip as his face went as red as jam.

DAY TWO: FIRST KISS

“I do have something I’d like to tell you.” Jasper said, biting the corner of his lip. “Yeah? What is it?” Forrest asked, confused by the noirett’s expression. The two stood in an old marketplace, surrounded by vibrant oranges, tans, beiges, and browns. Jasper slowly walked to the boy. He cupped his hands, placing them on Forrest’s cheeks as he lifted his toes slightly. His lips gently rubbed against Forrest’s. Splitting apart as their lips intertwined. The kiss was forward and sudden, but passionate. Forrest’s eyes lit open as the moment caught him by surprise, but he quickly became intrigued by Jasper’s sweet behavior. He smelled like passion fruit and citrus. Makes sense.

DAY THREE: MOVING IN TOGETHER

“Decorating isn’t going to be easy.” I said, glancing at Forrest. “I know that.” Forrest scoffed, making me chuckle. “Well, we’ve got almost nothing, so we should go to a furniture store or something.” I replied. “I figured that.” My annoying roommate added in a sing-song tone. Forrest went to grab his things before adding a “Bye!” at the door. As the door slammed shut, I scoffed. There was no way in hell only Forrest was going to pick out our furniture. I grabbed my short-sleeved hoodie as well as some cargo shorts before I began to change. First, off with my pants (of course my boxers still on), and then off with my shirt. Then I heard the door knob shake. I looked at the door with fear in my eyes, unable to move. “Sorry, I forgot my keys-” My pesky roommate started. I looked directly at his face, seeing his bright skin fade to a dark pink. “Do-Don’t look!” I hissed as he turned his head. I quickly threw on my clothes as I got my bag. I grabbed his keys, as I pulled him out the door by hand. As we got downstairs, I quickly started the car.

DAY FOUR: MEETING PARENTS/FAMILY

“I feel like this is going to be way harder than it needs to be.”Jasper sighed. “Don’t worry, nae sarang <3” Forrest reassured, planting a soft kiss on his lover’s lips.

“Jasper, dear? Why are we all here?” Jasper’s mother, Dove asked. His father nodded in agreement. His grandmother was there as well. “Don’t worry. One second.” Jasper said, making his way towards Forrest. Jasper heard him say a few things he said to his own family before adding something himself. “Did we really have to bring everyone? Both of my parents, my grandma, plus my sisters? And your mom and little siblings? Plus Neeve and Exalis?” He asked. Forrest walked right behind the boy, his lips slightly brushing against Jasper’s ear. “Don’t worry.” He whispered softly. Jasper’s cheeks puffed out as he hid a flustered smile. “Hello, to both my family, and Jasper’s.” Forrest started. “Does he know our son?” Jasper’s father asked quietly. “Well, the two of us would like to say something-” Forrest continued. “All his idea, by the way!-” Jasper added. “We would like to say that we are dating!” Forrest announced, kissing Jasper softly onto his cheek. Jasper’s cheeks lit up. “Nice choice brother.” Grace said, putting her thumbs up.

“Oh, so this was the guy you were talking about.” Neeve and Dove said at the same time. Forrest and Jasper faced eachother with a smile.

[gaysparklepires]

16. The Cullens

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He slept soundly, barely moving. I worried if my lack of body heat would cause him to feel too cold in the night, but the old quilt wrapped around him seemed to leave him sleeping comfortably.

At first, I thought he might not speak tonight, after all, it had been a long day for him and he was probably exhausted. He surprised me though, like he always did. At first, he simply mumbled incoherently. Soft whispers and groans. Then, the words came.

“Mmm… Edward,” his tone was gentle, wistful, “Edward…. Beautiful…”

Sweet foolish boy, to think me beautiful when it was he who held that title in my eyes.

“Edward…” He sighed again, “Edward…” He took a deep breath, then sighed deeply. “I love you… Edward.”

It was like the entire word had stopped, like nothing else mattered. If my heart could beat it would be pounding harder than his had ever beat in all our time together. If I wasn’t cold stone, I would be on fire. To hear him say the words, to hear them spoken aloud, was the most euphoric feeling I had ever known.

A selfish part of me—more selfish than I had already been—longed to stir him, wake him up and profess my love to him, but I couldn’t be that selfish. I could wait one night to shower him with declarations of my love in the morning. After all, I had waited nearly a century, I could wait a few hours.

He didn’t speak again for the rest of the night, as the night went on I began to wonder what the next step would be for us. Where would we go from here? A smile spread across my face as an idea dawned on me. I glanced at the small clock on his bedside table. It was still a few hours before sunrise. I gently removed myself from the bed, hating leaving him but eager to prepare for my new plan.

Before I left, I leaned forward and gently kissed his forehead, inhaling his scent.

“I love you, Beau Swan.”

I was out the window in less than a second, sprinting with renewed vigor back to my own home.

When I arrived, Alice was standing on the front porch with a wide grin on her face.

“I see that you might be bringing Beau by today,” she said, a bit a smugly, “should I plan a party? I can throw it together by mid-morning!” She was practically bouncing.

“I don’t think a party is necessary, Alice,” I rolled my eyes. “A simple welcome should suffice.”

“But a party would be so much fun! I could decorate the house for him! What’s his favorite flower?”

“Alice, please.” I glared.

“Fine, fine…” she huffed, turning to the front door. She spun back around suddenly. “We could make him dinner! Does he like Italian food?”

I rolled my eyes again and gently pushed her into the house.

Emmett and Royal were sitting on the couch watching the television, Jasper sat in the corner reading. They all turned to look at me, their expressions curious.

“Hey, Edward!” Emmett called, “How’d it go? I’m guessing you didn’t kill him.”

Royal snorted and rolled his eyes.

“Where are Carlisle and Esme?” I asked, ignoring his question.

“What is it, Edward?” Carlisle asked from the bottom of the stairs, Esme at his side.

“I would like to do something, but I would like to ask all of your permission first.” I said slowly.

Royal let out a single, humorless laugh. “That’s nice for a change; consulting us before you make a stupid decision.”

“Royal…” Esme gave him a disapproving glance before turning back to me, “What is it, Edward?”

I took a deep breath, trying to ignore Alice’s building excitement beside me.

“I’d like to invite Beau to come to the house and meet everyone.”

There was a moment of stunned silence. No one spoke, and there were no immediate thoughts to read. It was barely a second, but it felt like an eternity.

Royal, of course, was the first to speak.

“You’ve got to be kidding.” He growled, “You want to bring a human here? Here? The one place we don’t have to hide? The one place we can just be ourselves? And you want to bring your little human crush here?”

“Royal, please,” Carlisle sighed. “I think it’s a fine idea. Beau is important to Edward, and he’d like us to meet him. I see nothing wrong with that.”

“Should we make him dinner?” Esme was smiling widely, her mind in a flurry trying to decide how best to welcome Beau.

“That’s what I said!” Alice beamed, “I was thinking Italian food.”

“It would be a good excuse to use the kitchen.” Carlisle mused.

“Does he even like Italian food?” Emmett asked, “Isn’t Beau a French name? Maybe he likes French food.”

“You’re all ridiculous,” Royal huffed, standing suddenly, “If you want to bring the human over then fine—I can’t stop you.” He stomped off towards the garage. “Just know I won’t be here.” He shouted as he slammed the door behind him.

“Aw, hell,” Emmett sighed, “I want to meet the kid but I should probably stay with Roy just to keep him from getting to riled up about everything. Sorry, Edward.”

“It’s fine, Emmett,” I nodded, “I’d rather someone keep Royal in check, to be honest.”

Emmett sighed again and hurried off to find Royal. I turned back to Carlisle and Esme.

“I’m sorry to spring this on you so suddenly.”

“Don’t be sorry, dear,” Esme smiled, “We’re happy to have him over.”

“Perhaps we should all go on a quick hunting trip,” Carlisle suggested coolly, “just to make sure we’re all prepared.”

I was wondering when they’d start worrying about me, Jasper thought, raising an eyebrow at me, I suppose I shouldn’t take it too personally.

I gave Jasper a slight nod of appreciation and apology. He only laughed.

“Jasper, I don’t mean to sound insensitive—"

He raised a hand to stop me. Don’t worry, I’ll keep my distance from him. He rolled his eyes slightly. “Alice, we should get going,” he called out loud, “I think I’m in the mood for something big prey today.”

Alice sighed, “Okay, but let’s not spend all morning hunting. I want to make sure everything is perfect before Beau gets here!”

They were gone in a second, Alice’s mind split between hunting plans and combing through possible visions of the coming afternoon. I was relieved to see that all of her visions showed a successful visit.

“I suppose we should be happy that Alice didn’t mention today going badly,” Carlisle smiled.

“From what I could see, she’s confident it will go well.” I nodded.

“Of course it will!” Esme laughed, “We’ll all be on our best behavior.” She put a gentle hand on my cheek. I’m so happy for you, Edward. So very happy.

And she was gone, Carlisle gave me a smiling nod before he, too, hurried off.

I went to my room, glancing around at the various journals and CDs strewn about the space. I quickly tidied up before changing into fresh clothes for the day. I had to laugh then at the absurdity of the moment. I was cleaning my room, nervously preparing for my boyfriend to meet my family. How human of me!

I didn’t want to waste any more time than I had to away from Beau, so I hurried back out to see him. It was slightly foolish of me, after all, he was still fast asleep and it would be several hours before he woke up but I hated spending any time away from him. Besides, he had wanted me to stay. I hoped he wouldn’t notice that I had left.

I climbed back through his bedroom window, but not wanting to wake him by climbing into the bed I took my usual place in the corner of the room, sitting in the old rocking chair. I sat and watched him sleep, wondering if he wouldn’t mind this time since he had asked me to stay.

The night crawled on, but eventually reached its end. The sun would be rising soon. I could hear Charlie stir in his room and listened as he prepared for his morning. He left about an hour later, I discreetly glanced out of Beau’s bedroom window and watched as Charlie piled an absurd amount of fishing gear into his cruiser before driving off.

I watched Beau sleep as the muted grey light filled the room. The brighter it became the more he stirred and tossed. A few times he let out a groan, his breathing became less slow and steady as he finally began to stir.

“Oh!” He suddenly gasped, shooting straight up in bed. It seemed to throw him off balance. His hair stuck out in all directions, tangled around itself.

“Your hair looks like a haystack… but I like it.” I smiled from my place in the corner.

His attention shot to me, and his face turned a light shade of pink. He ran his hands through his hair, but the mop of curls could not be tamed so easily.

“You stayed.” He blinked a few times, disbelief in his voice.

“Of course. That’s what you wanted, correct?”

He nodded.

I smiled, elated that his feelings had not changed overnight. “It’s what I wanted, too.”

He tumbled out of the bed, staggering clumsily toward me; I grinned and reached out to take his hands, so I could pull him into my lap. He tentatively rested his head against my shoulder and took a deep breath.

“I was almost sure it was a dream.” He sighed.

“You’re not that creative,” I scoffed, teasingly.

“Charlie!” He suddenly jumped to his feet and stumbled toward the door.

“He left an hour ago, with an amazing amount of gear.”

He stopped, glancing back at me and back towards to the door, looking oddly disoriented.

“You’re not usually this confused in the morning,” I mused, watching him.

His answered me with a stern glare, “I’m still not sure I’m okay with the fact that you know that.”

I could only smile guiltily at him, then I held my arms open, beckoning him to return to me.

He hesitated a moment before answering, “I need another human minute.”

“I’ll wait.” I smiled.

He rushed out of the room and I heard the sound of the bathroom door closing. A faucet turning on, fumbling about, it sounded like he was brushing his teeth. A few splashes of water, then the faucet turned off. The bathroom door reopened, and his steps headed back towards the room.

When he returned, his hair was slightly less wild than it had been before, there was some water on his face, and a smell of mint on his breath. I hadn’t moved, my arms still open for him. I gestured him to join me with my hands and I heard his heartbeat quicken as he approached me.

“Welcome back,” I breathed as I wrapped my arms around him.

We stayed like that for a too short moment before he glanced down at my clothes then up at my hair, a quizzical look on his face.

“You left?” He queried, touching the collar of my shirt.

“I could hardly leave in the clothes I came in—what would the neighbors think?” I teased.

“I didn’t even notice you go.”

“You were very deeply asleep; I didn’t miss anything.” I suppressed a smile. “The talking came earlier.”

He groaned comically. “What did you hear?”

All teasing left my face, my eyes burned with passion as I looked down at him. I was usually hyper-aware of my facial expression, but I wondered what I looked like now. “You said you loved me.”

He turned crimson. “Maybe I do.” He dropped his head, examining the stitches in my shirt. “Besides, you knew that already.”

“It was nice to hear, just the same.”

His eyes met mine, and he ran his hands through my hair.

“I love you,” he whispered.

A thousand ways of expressing my love passed through my mind, all the different ways I could tell him how much he meant to me, all the different ways I could describe my love.

“You are my life now,” was the best response I could give. It was simple, short, but it encapsulated all my feelings perfectly.

I leaned forward and rested my forehead against his as carefully as I could, and we sat there, saying nothing, as the morning light slowly filled the room.

I could have stayed like that forever, but I knew he could not, and I was eager to take him to see my family, slowly, reluctantly, I leaned back and smiled down at him.

“Breakfast time.”

He threw his hand over his neck and his eyes were wild and panicked.

I reflexively flinched, then I saw the smirk dancing at the corners of his mouth and narrowed my eyes at his joke, scowling.

“Come on,” he laughed, “you know that was funny.”

I had suspected he had a slightly morbid sense of humor, I suppose this confirmed it. “I disagree. Shall I rephrase? Breakfast time for the human.”

“Okay.” He chewed his lip for a moment, “I need one more human minute first, if you don’t mind.”

“Of course.”

“Stay.”

“Oh, yes, sir.” I smiled. I was beginning to realize I enjoyed when he was assertive. There was something thrilling about it.

He rushed out of his bedroom and I heard the bathroom door shut. The sound of the faucet for a moment, then the hiss of the shower. Drawers opening and closing… Then a sudden silence. I listened carefully, but I didn’t hear any movement for a good minute or two. I was curious as to what was wrong, and then his footsteps came back toward the room. I thought to ask him what was wrong as he appeared in the doorway, but my voice caught in my throat.

“Um…” He cleared his throat, blushing furiously.

He was still wet from the shower, with only a towel wrapped tightly around his waist. The water glistened off his pale skin. Trailed in beads down his chest, his stomach, down to his waist…

“I… Er…” I had never been so thoroughly stunned in my entire existence. I had never felt so completely conflicted. The urge to cross the room and pull him into my arms, to… to… “Shall we meet in the kitchen, then?” I practically choked out the words.

“If you don’t mind.” He blushed, deeper.

“He’s going to be the death of me…” I muttered to myself before I rose to my feet, rushing past him as quickly as I could. Even then, the temptation was so intense I wasn’t sure how I managed to continue down the stairs and into the kitchen.

“Thanks,” he called down after me.

When I reached the kitchen, I leaned against the counter and took a few cleansing breaths, trying to collect myself. How could he be so thoroughly tempting? It was indecent!

After a few minutes, he ran down the stairs to join me in the kitchen. He was wearing a pair of nicely fitted jeans and the deep blue shirt I enjoyed so much. The deep cut collar showed off his chest nicely, and I couldn’t help but think of the sight of it a moment ago, bare and wet… Damn! I needed to get ahold of myself!

“What’s for breakfast?” He asked, distracting me from my thoughts.

I hadn’t thought of that, I hadn’t cooked anything in… Well, it had been a while. I would have to learn for him. “I’m not sure… What would you like?”

He laughed. “That’s all right, I fend for myself pretty well. You’re allowed to watch me hunt.”

I watched him pull a bowl from a cupboard, then a box of food from the pantry; cereal, it looked like. I sat down at the table and watched him prepare his meal. The smell was slightly off-putting—the chalky smelling squares of the cereal, the strange sour smell of the milk—then he set the food down on the table and paused, glancing down at the empty space in front of me.

“Um, can I… get you anything?” he asked.

I rolled my eyes. “Just eat, Beau.”

He sat down, watching me as he took a bite. It was fascinating watching him eat, I hadn’t noticed it before. The stark difference between us. Me, a creature of violence and blood tearing into my prey and him, calm and easy as he brought the spoon to his mouth.

He swallowed a bit loudly, then cleared his throat. “Anything on the agenda today?”

“Perhaps,” I said slowly. “That depends on whether or not you like my idea.”

“I’m sure I’ll like it,” he said, taking a second bite.

My lips pursed, suddenly feeling nervous. “Are you open to meeting my family?”

His eyes widened, and he suddenly began coughing and choking on his food.

I jumped up, feeling helpless as I reached my hand out toward him. I knew how to save someone from choking in practice, I had learned of course, but I had only ever practiced on dummies, never on an actual human—How much force would I need to exert to help him without hurting him? I was trying to figure out how to strike that balance when he began shaking his head and motioning for me to sit while he coughed.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” he gasped.

“Please don’t do that to me again, Beau.”

“Work on your timing.” He shot back.

“Perhaps we should have this conversation after your meal.”

“Okay.” He agreed.

I watched him eat in silence. He seemed distracted now, his eyes not focused on anything. I foolishly wondered what he was thinking about. There was no way I could figure it out, for as good as I was getting at reading his expressions and tone I still couldn’t read him when he was so silent and withdrawn like this.

“I’ve finally done it,” I murmured glumly as he pushed the bowl away.

“What did you do?”

“I scared you.”

He shrugged, “I suppose you did.”

“I wouldn’t let anyone hurt you,” I promised him, jokingly.

This apparently had the opposite effect from what I intended as a worried look crept into his expression.

“No one would try, Beau, that was a joke.”

“I just don’t want to cause any problems. Do they even know that I know?”

I rolled my eyes. Always so selfless, always worried about everyone else. “Oh, they’re quite up to date. It’s not really possible to keep secrets in my family, what with our various parlor tricks. Alice had already seen that your dropping by was a possibility.”

A mess of different expressions ran across his face for a moment before he fixed a neutral one in place, even then, his face began to burn scarlet after a second.

I wondered what he could possibly be thinking of that would make him blush like that.

“Just thinking about what Alice might have seen,” he explained, apparently reading me better than I was reading him.

That made sense, and I nodded. “It can feel invasive. But she doesn’t do it on purpose. And she sees so many different possibilities… She doesn’t know which will happen. For example. She saw over a hundred different ways that yesterday could have gone, and you only survived about seventy-five percent of the scenarios.” I could hear the edge creeping into my voice as the tension spread throughout my body. “They’d taken bets, you know, as to whether or not I would kill you.” They had been foolish enough to think I wouldn’t catch them thinking about it. Alice had been largely disapproving of the whole game, but Emmett and Jasper enjoyed their little bets.

“Oh.”

I watched him. “Do you want to know who sided for and against?”

“Um, maybe not. Tell me after I meet them. I don’t want to go into this prejudiced.”

His answer surprised me, I had thought he would put up more of a fight about the whole idea. “Oh, you’ll go then?”

“Oh, why not.” He threw up his hands, letting them drop back into his lap. “It’s traditional, isn’t it?”

I laughed at his response, and he smiled.

“If we’re being traditional,” I asked eagerly, “does that mean I get to meet Charlie, too?”

“He already knows you,” I replied.

“As your boyfriend, I mean.”

His eyes sparked suddenly, and he smiled. “Is that what you are?”

“Of course.” I said, confused. “Is it a question?”

“I suppose we’ve never said the words.”

I laughed again, “I’m your boyfriend,” the words thrilled me as I said them, “And I would like to meet your father.”

“Well, okay.” He said after a moment. “You’ll have to cut me some slack though, I’ve never introduced a boy to my dad and we just sort of opened up the conversation about boys. So I want to ease him into it.”

I could agree to that. “It’s a loose interpretation of the word ‘boy,’ I’ll admit.” I reached across the table and ran a finger down his jaw, “but we’ll spare him all the gory details.” I smiled at him, lifting his chin with my finger. “He will need some explanation for why I’m around here so much. I don’t want Chief Swan getting a restraining order put on me.”

“Will you be here that much?” He asked, eagerly.

“As much as you want me,” I assured him.

“I want you a lot.” He said softly.

I felt a thrill run through me, I grinned and rose to my feet, “Are we ready to go?”

“Sure, do I look decent?” He asked absently, standing and moving towards the door.

I caught him by the waist and pulled him close to me.

“Decent?” I breathed into his ear. “You are utterly indecent—no one should look so tempting, it’s not fair.”

“Temping? I can change…”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” I purred. I pressed my lips to his warm forehead and his scent coursed through me, short-circuiting my better thinking. “Shall I explain how you are tempting me?”

I traced my fingers slowly down his spine and my breathing sped as my excitement began to rise. His hands were limp against my chest, and he seemed unsteady on his feet. I tilted my head slowly, carefully, and pressed my lips to his. My urges overtook me and my lips parted his slightly. In response, he grabbed handfuls of my shirt, and my grip on his waist tightened. I pushed him backwards towards the wall, pinning him there. The gentle impact against the wall, caused him to tighten his grip on my shirt and added an urgency in his body. A growl of pleasure escaped my mouth and my lips moved from his to his jaw, then down his neck. His breathing hitched and quickened, then a shiver ran down his body.

“Okay, okay,” he gasped. “We need to stop.”

“Why?” I groaned into his neck, wanting the exact opposite.

“Because if you keep doing that I’m not going to be able to stop myself from jumping you.”

I reluctantly pulled away, grinning widely. “Perhaps that wouldn’t be the worst thing…” If I was being honest with myself, I needed to stop us while I could, but I desperately wanted to keep going.

“Don’t tempt me.” He groaned.

I smiled, looking him up and down. “I’m very partial to that color with your skin,” I said without much thought, completely distracted by how beautiful he looked. He flushed even deeper, the blood pulsing under his pale skin.

“We need to get going, or we’re never going to leave.” He said, breathlessly. That anxious crease began to show between his eyebrows and he began to chew gently on his lower lip.

“You’re starting to look worried.” I noted quietly.

“I am.”

“Not because you’re headed to meet a houseful of vampires, but because you think those vampires won’t approve of you, correct?” I wondered if my casual use of the word surprised him at all.

“That’s right.” He answered without hesitation.

I shook my head in disbelief. “You’re incredible.”

 I was grateful he had let me drive. I was too eager and too anxious to handle his unbearably sluggish driving. He watched the scenery pass with wide, observant eyes, like he was trying to build a map in his mind. No one in town knew exactly where the mysterious, strange Cullens lived. We preferred it that way. We liked having our sanctuary, removed and alone, beyond the houses, nestled deep in the forest.

I drove the familiar path automatically, not needing to pay attention. My attention was solely on Beau. He didn’t notice me staring, though, he was too distracted by the misty forest surrounding us. When we turned onto the unmarked, unpaved drive that led to the house, his eyes strained to look ahead into the shady canopy of the trees, trying to find the elusive Cullen home.

I watched his eyes squint, then widen slowly, until he was staring without blinking at the house. It was certainly impressive. Esme had done a remarkable job turning the old historical home into a stylish, modernized abode. Restoring old houses had always been a favorite pastime of hers and was the part of moving she most looked forward to. It was a small consolation to us whenever we had to move to see the joy and excitement light Esme’s eyes whenever we found a new home for her to work on.

“Wow.” Beau breathed.

“You like it?” I smiled.

“It… has a certain charm.”

Always downplaying things. I leaned over and gently kissed his neck. I was out of the car and opening his door before he had even blushed.

“Ready?” I asked, still smiling.

“Not even a little bit—let’s go.” He laughed nervously.

“You look fantastic.” I took his hand to lead him to the front door.

As we walked the shaded path to the porch I could sense the tension in his body. His pulse was becoming less steady, his skin looked paler with every step. I rubbed my thumb in slow, gentle circles along the back of his hand.

I wondered if he was aware of how nervous I was, how anxiously excited I felt.

I opened the door for him.

Any anxiousness he had felt before seemed to momentarily falter as his eyes took in the interior of the house. I hadn’t thought much of it before, at least not in a very long time. The wide-open room that Esme had created by knocking out most of the walls, the back wall entirely made of glass to open up the view all the way to the wide river, the bright airy colors she had chosen for the interior.

Here he is! Carlisle’s thoughts beamed from where he stood next to the grand piano.

We’re so happy to meet him, Edward. Esme’s thoughts were bright and ecstatic next to him.

They stayed where they were, smiling and welcoming, but not making any move to meet us. They didn’t want to frighten Beau, but Esme observed his hand in mine and it filled her with a sense of elation and satisfaction.

Beau stared at Carlisle for a moment, then his eyes moved to Esme. I couldn’t help but watch him through her eyes. His face was even with a slight, nervous smile on his lips. His posture was unsure, and his free hand tugged at the hem of his shirt.

“Carlisle, Esme,” I broke the short silence, “this is Beau.”

“You’re very welcome, Beau.” Carlisle took a deliberately slow, measured step as he approached Beau. Slower and more careful than he was even at the hospital. Carlisle tentatively raised his hand, and Beau stepped forward to shake it.

“It’s nice to see you again, Dr. Cullen.”

“Please, call me Carlisle.”

“Carlisle.” Beau grinned, seeming completely at ease. I felt relief pour through me that this was going so well.

He seems very at ease, doesn’t he? Carlisle smiled in his thoughts.

Esme smiled then and took an equally slow step toward Beau, reaching for his hand.

“It’s very nice to know you,” she beamed. He’s so handsome, Edward.

“Thank you. I’m glad to meet you, too.” Beau smiled back.

And so polite! Esme continued beaming.

“Where are Alice and Jasper?” I said, knowing they were waiting upstairs. It was their cue to come down, rather than an actual question.

Finally! Alice’s thoughts were a cacophony of excitement. “Hey Edward!” She called from the top of the stairs. She dashed down the stairs, almost too fast for Beau’s human eyes to see, coming to a easy stop right in front of him.

Alice!

Oh, no…

Carlisle and Esme shot warning glances at her, but she paid them no mind. Beau, for his part, seemed completely unbothered by her sudden appearance. He was too comfortable, after all.

“Hi, Beau!” Alice said, and she balanced on her toes to kiss him quickly on the cheek. Esme and Carlisle’s thoughts were beyond reproach now; they were positively staggered. Beau’s eyes looked surprised, too, but there was something else in them I couldn’t quite place… Almost a happiness and relief in their silvery depths.

Despite Beau’s relative calm, I couldn’t keep myself from going tense when his scent washed over Alice. I was thoroughly accustomed to his scent at this point, but it was different experiencing it through someone else’s mind. Alice easily observed the subtler notes to Beau’s fragrance, measured their overall appeal, and pushed it from her mind. Almost like she was noticing some expensive perfume rather than the deliciously tempting scent of human blood. Beau glanced at my face, but I kept my expression even.

“You do smell nice, I never noticed before,” Alice commented, like it was nothing. How easy for her!

No one spoke then, and I felt my anxiety begin to rise. I wasn’t sure what to say, how to maneuver away from the topic of Beau’s scent. When did I become so bad at conversation?

Need a hand? Jasper smirked in his thoughts, measuring the rising tension in the room and countering it with a sense of calm and ease as he stepped into the room. I felt Beau relax at my side, a smile slowly spreading on his face. I raised an eyebrow at Jasper, curiously.

I won’t be kissing him on the cheek or welcoming him with a hug, but it’s the least I can do, I suppose. Jasper suppressed a smirk. “Hello, Beau.” He kept his distance, his hands staunchly at his side.

“Hello, Jasper.” Beau smiled shyly back at him, and then at the others. “It’s nice to meet you all—you have a very beautiful home,” he complimented.

“Thank you,” Esme replied. “We’re so glad that you came.” It’s so brave of him! I can hardly believe it!

Edward, I don’t mean to take away from the moment... Carlisle was looking at me, a bit to intensely. I worried Beau would noticed, he tended to notice such things. Before you arrived with Beau, Alice had a vision… He recalled the memory for me. Visitors—nomads—coming to the area, they would be coming close to where we were, curious to see this large coven of their kind in such a populated area. I nodded once.

“Do you play?” Esme asked, pulling me from my silent conversation with Carlisle.

Beau was looking at my piano with a strange look of fondness in his eyes.

He looked back at Esme and shook his head. “Not at all. But it’s so beautiful. Is It yours?”

“No,” she laughed. “Edward didn’t tell you that he was musical?”

“No.” Beau turned to me. I tried to look innocent, but he glared at me with narrowed eyes. “I should have known, I guess.”

Esme raised her eyebrows in confusion at his response.

“Is there anything he’s not good at?” Beau asked, in that funny flat way I enjoyed.

Jasper snickered in response, Alice rolled her eyes, and Esme looked at me with an admonishing expression.

“I hope you haven’t been showing off—it’s rude,” she scolded.

“Just a bit,” I laughed.

Though you do have many talents worth sharing, my dear.

“He’s been too modest, actually.” Beau said.

“Well, play for him,” Esme encouraged.

“You just said showing off was rude,” I countered.

“There are exceptions to every rule,” she replied. She turned to Beau, smiling. “I’m being selfish. He doesn’t play enough, and I love to hear him.”

“I’d like to hear you play,” Beau looked up at me, an excited expression in his eyes.

“It’s settled then.” Esme pushed me toward the piano. I tugged Beau along, sitting him beside me on the bench.

I gave Beau a long, exasperated look for encouraging Esme like he had, but it was mostly put on. I did enjoy showing off for Beau more than I should; I liked the way he usually responded to me showing off.

I launched into Esme’s favorite song. Beau’s reaction was certainly amusing, his mouth actually dropped open! He leaned closer into me, probably without thinking about it. The others chuckled at his reaction, and I couldn’t help but feel rather smug.

I looked at him casually, reveling in the feeling of it all and winked at him. “Do you like it?”

“Did you write this?”

I nodded. “It’s Esme’s favorite.”

“It’s beautiful.” He murmured softly, watching my hands fly across the keys.

I smiled and slowed the music into his lullaby. His eyebrows raised in surprise as he realized what he was hearing.

“You inspired this one,” I said softly. “This is your song.”

He didn’t speak, he just watched my hands, leaning into me.

We’ll give you two some privacy. Carlisle smiled.

Don’t hog him all day, Edward! Alice chided.

He’s wonderful, Edward, just wonderful. So happy for you! Esme beamed.

They all silently slipped out of the room.

“They like you, you know,” I said to Beau. “Esme, especially.”

He glanced behind us, looking for them all.

“Where did they go?”

“Very subtly giving us some privacy, I suppose.”

He sighed. “They like me. But Royal and Emmett…” he trailed off.

I frowned, I didn’t want him thinking about that. “Don’t worry about Royal, he’ll come around.”

Beau pursed his lips, his expression full of doubt. “Emmett?”

“Well, he thinks I’m a lunatic, it’s true, but he doesn’t have a problem with you. He’s trying to reason with Royal.” I wanted to add that Emmett wanted to be here, but decided against it since it might only serve to tip Beau off as to how bad of a mood Royal was in.

“What is it that upset Royal?”

I sighed, not wanting to waste time talking about all of Royal’s petty little grievances. “Royal struggles the most with… what we are. It’s hard for him to have someone outside know the truth. And he’s a little jealous.”

“Royal is jealous of me?” Beau asked, utterly perplexed.

“You’re human.” I shrugged. “He wishes that he were, too.”

“Oh,” he muttered, seeming surprised by the answer. “Even Jasper, though…”

“That’s really my fault,” I said. “I told you he was the most recent to our way of life. I warned him to keep his distance.”

Beau was silent for a moment, then a slight shudder ran down his body.

“Esme and Carlisle…?” He continued, quickly.

“Are happy to see me happy. Actually, Esme wouldn’t care if you had a third eye and webbed feet. All this time she’s been worried about me, afraid that there was something missing from my essential makeup, that I was too young when Carlisle changed me…. She’s ecstatic. Every time I touch you, she just about chokes with satisfaction.”

“Alice seems very… enthusiastic.” He observed, because he saw everything too clearly.

“Alice has her own way of looking at things,” I said through tight lips, thinking of Alice’s many visions of Beau’s future.

“And you’re not going to explain that, are you?”

I couldn’t explain it to him, not now. But he knew that. Somehow he could sense there was more and that I wouldn’t—couldn’t—tell him… not now, at least. Somehow, the wordless communication that passed between us seemed enough for him for the time being.

“So what was Carlisle telling you before?”

Ah. He had noticed. Of course. “You noticed that, did you?”

He shrugged. “Give me some credit.”

I looked at him for a moment before answering. I supposed it would be better to tell him. No use in hiding it.

“He wanted to tell me some news—he didn’t know if it was something I would share with you.”

“Will you?”

“I have to, because I’m going to be a little… overbearingly protective over the next few days—or weeks—and I wouldn’t want you to think I’m naturally a tyrant.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, exactly. Alice just sees some visitors coming soon. They know we’re here, and they’re curious.”

“Visitors?”

“Yes… well, they aren’t like us, of course—in their hunting habits, I mean. They probably won’t come into town at all, but I’m certainly not going to let you out of my sight till they’re gone.”

He shivered.

“Finally, a rational response!” I murmured. “I was beginning to think you had no sense of self-preservation at all.”

He stiffened for a fraction of a second, then deliberately looked away from me, his eyes wandering around the room.

I followed his gaze. “Not what you expected, is it?” I asked, my voice a little too smug.

“No,” he said.

“No coffins, no piled skills in the corners; I don’t even think we have cobwebs… what a disappointment this must be for you,” I continued, teasing.

He ignored me. “It’s so light… so open.”

My voice was more serious now. “It’s the one place we never have to hide.”

The part of Beau’s lullaby I liked the least was here now; the end. I couldn’t shy away from the inexorable ending. The melancholy sound of a life in the balance...

“Thank you,” I said quietly after the final note had ended. He raised his hand suddenly to his face, wiping away small, glistening tears.

I took his face in my hands, gently brushing the tears from the corners of his eyes with my thumbs.

“So human.” I marveled.

He gazed at me, his eyes full of questions and I gazed back for a long moment before smiling.

“Do you want to see the rest of the house?”

“Only if there’s coffins.”

I laughed, loudly, taking his hand in mine and leading him away from the piano.

“I’ll see what I can do.” I chuckled.

I led him up the stairs, and his hand trailed along the railing. He looked around at the walls and floorboards, his eyes wide and curious.

“Royal and Emmett’s room… Carlisle’s office… Alice and Jasper’s room…” I casually gestured as I led him past the doors.

He stopped suddenly at the end of the hall, I turned to look at him. He was staring with a bewildered expression at the large crucifix hanging on the wall.

“You can laugh,” I offered. “It is sort of ironic.”

He didn’t laugh, though. He stared at the old, wooden cross. His hand reached out, one finger extended, as if to touch the dark wood but he didn’t. He just stared.

“It must be very old,” he guessed.

I shrugged. “Early sixteen-thirties, more or less.”

He broke away from the cross to stare at me.

“Why do you keep this here?”

“Nostalgia. It belonged to Carlisle’s father.” I replied.

“He collected antiques?” He offered, doubt in his voice.

“No. He carved this himself. It hung on the wall above the pulpit in the vicarage where he preached.

I look of shock passed over his face, and he quickly returned his gaze to the old cross. His brow furrowed slightly like he was trying to work something out in his head. He didn’t speak again. He just stared with a mixed expression of awe and shock on his face.

“Are you all right?” I asked, growing worried.

“How old is Carlisle?” He asked quietly, distracted.

“He just celebrated his three hundred and sixty-second birthday,” I answered. Beau looked back at me, his silver eyes full of questions.

I watched him carefully as I spoke, trying to read every reaction in his face.

“Carlisle was born in London, in the sixteen-forties, he believes. Time wasn’t marked as accurately then, for the common people anyway. It was just before Cromwell’s rule, though.”

Beau’s face didn’t betray anything. I guessed he was working to keep his expression even.

“He was the only son of an Anglican pastor. His mother died giving birth to him. His father was an intolerant man. As the Protestants came into power, he was enthusiastic in his persecution of Roman Catholics and other religions. He also believed very strongly in the reality of evil. He led hunts for witches, werewolves… and vampires.” Ah. There was a reaction. It was slight—miniscule—but I did see it. I continued without pausing.

“They burned a lot of innocent people—of course the real creatures that he sought were not so easy to catch.

“When the pastor grew old, he placed his obedient son in charge of the raids. At first Carlisle was a disappointment; he was not quick to accuse, to see demons where they did not exist. But he was persistent, and more clever than his father. He actually discovered a coven of true vampires that lived hidden in the sewers of the city, only coming out at night to hunt. In those days, when monsters were not just myths and legends, that was the way many lived.

“The people gathered their pitchforks and torches, of course”—I let out a brief, dark laugh—“and waited where Carlisle had seen the monsters exit into the street. Eventually one emerged.”

Beau leaned in closer to me, hanging on every word.

“He must have been ancient, and weak with hunger. Carlisle heard him call out in Latin to the others when he caught the scent of the mob. He ran through the streets, and Carlisle—he was twenty-three and very fast—was in the lead of the pursuit. The creature could have easily outrun them, but Carlisle thinks he was too hungry, so he turned and attacked. He fell on Carlisle first, but the others were close behind, and he turned to defend himself. He killed two men, and made off with a third, leaving Carlisle bleeding in the street.”

I stopped myself from relaying too much. Beau didn’t need to know the gritty details of the transformation. I didn’t want him to know those details.

“Carlisle knew what his father would do. The bodies would be burned—anything infected by the monster must be destroyed. Carlisle acted instinctively to save his own life. He crawled away from the alley while the mob followed the fiend and his victim. He hid in a cellar, buried himself in some rotting potatoes for three days. It’s a miracle he was able to keep silent, to stay undiscovered.

“It was then, and he realized what he had become.”

Beau’s eyes were wide, a mounting expression of horror deep within them. I broke off from the story, concerned.

“How are you feeling?” I asked.

“I’m fine.” He sounded like he meant it honestly. He chewed on his lip for a moment, his eyes full of curiosity.

I smiled. “I expect you have a few more questions for me.”

“Just a few.”

I smiled wider. I enjoyed his curiosity now. It was humorous, really. Before, I would have been horrified at his eagerness to learn more about me and my family—about what we were. But now, when he already knew so much, it was practically a relief to share it all with someone else.

“Come on, then,” I led him down the hall toward Carlisle’s office. “I’ll show you.”

[a-pretty-nerd]

~Golden Passion~

Chapter 2 💟

A Jasper Jordan x reader 1920s Au

Concept: Imagine you are the new, young wife of an old Millionaire. And Jasper is your butler, who you start having a dirty and passionate affair with.

A/N:Im so glad you guys liked the first Chapter! I am still taking requests, though because of my new series, and current events in my life. I will be picky about the requests I take. With each chapter, a moodboard will be posted before the release of each on that illudes to the events and surrounding of said chapter. My new series Pages, will always be presented this way.

Warnings: None, again. I know. Weird.

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You awoke the next morning in your king size bed, alone. Some part of you had hoped you’d wake up to your husband. The sunlight of the warm morning illuminated your large master bedroom. You stretched and rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. Never before had you slept so well. Perhaps it was the sill sheets or the expensive mattress made for royalty. You dressed in a lovely day dress and took your time doing your hair and makeup. After all, it was one of your duties now. As the wife of Howard Gould, you were expected to give a stunning presentation. There was a knock at the door.

“Mrs?” A man’s voice came from behind. “May I come in?”

“Oh! Yes, yes. Come in.” Jasper slowly opened the door and entered. Be greeted you formally, and stood up tall and at attention as his eyes flickered over you.

“Mr. Gould has asked that I fetch you. He has guests.”

“I’ll be right down.” You smiled, your heart fluttering at just the sight of him. He nodded his head, before turning to leave. Only to stop by the door, and look back at you. His eyes traveled up your body as you turned to check your reflection in the mirror.

“If I may be so bold, Mrs.” His voice was shaky, nervous. “You look divine.” You turned to him, your lips parting in shock. He swallowed, not being able to believe he had spoken so out of turn. So, inappropriate. His cheeks went bright pink, as he went red.

“Thank you, Jasper.” You smiled again, surprised. He nodded again and closed the door behind him. You looked back at your reflection. Your heart racing in your chest as you processed the scene that just played. You stood a little straighter. A little more, proud. As you walked out into the hall and into the main room. You walked down the steps as Mr. Gould noticed you.

“There she is!” He shouted, holding a drink up in your direction. Before him, a handful of men, all over the age of 40. With wives about your age on their arms. “My beautiful wife!” You smiled brightly as you made your way closer to him. He wrapped an around you and held you close. “This, my comrades! Is the new Mrs. Howard Gould.”

“You can call me Y/N.” You shyly spoke with the same smile.

“My my, what a prize you’ve got there.” One of his colleagues commented.

“Indeed. A gorgeous specimen.” Another leaned forward before his wife angrily, but gently bat him with a “hmph!”

“Darling, why don’t you ladies stay here. While the um, men, step into the parlor for a drink?” He let go of you and walked away with his little group of old businessmen. Leaving you and your fellows wives in the same room, alone. Other than Jasper, who stood tall against a wall. There, if needed. You glanced to look at him every now and again. As he watched you.

“Well, Y/N, you’ve certainly caught yourself a fat cat.” One of the girls chuckled, she introduced herself as she sat on a gold lined couch. Oleta Melone. She turned her head to Jasper. “A drink.” She demanded. Jasper quickly nodded before moving to another room to fetch it for her.

“Indeed. What a lucky one you are.” The second girl agreed. “I’m Alice. Pitson’s wife.”

“A pleasure.” You continued to smile. Trying to be the best hostess you could.

“You’ll be seeing a lot of us from now on. The men get together at least once a week. We know this house better than you do.” The third girl, Dia. She walked around the room, her heels clicking against the marble.

“Pay them no mind, Y/N. They’re just jealous. They all tried to grab your husband before settling for theirs. Before you came along of course.” The final girl, Clarke spoke. Jasper entered the room, grabbing your attention again. You watched him give each wife a drink. Including you. You took it from his gloved hand, your heart skipped a beat when his fingers just grazed yours. He exited again to put away the tray.

“I suppose he is quite the catch.” You spoke, and the girls laughed. You were confused. Was a wife not supposed to talk up her husband?

“Indeed he is.” Oleta chuckled before taking a drink. Clarke scolded her.

“I don’t understand, what was so funny?”

“There's no need to pretend with us, dear. We’re all in the same boat.” Alice spoke.

“Only some people’s boats are nicer than others.” Oleta poked.

“You’re new, but you’ll learn,” Clarke reassured.

“Learn what?”

“The tricks of the trade.” Dia sang, raising up her glass.

“How to keep a secret.”

“The wife of a rich man must be cunning.” Alice and Oleta spoke one after the other with grins on their perfectly painted faces.

“I’m…confused.” You sat down in a chair and crossed your ankles.

“You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into, have you?”

“I guess not.”

“You think, you’ve hit it big. You’ve married yourself a King and now you’ll live happily ever after in paradise?” Oleta spoke, condescending. “Well, there's no such this as paradise. Not even for us rich folks. Especially us wives.”

“Hush, Oleta. You’ll scare her.” Clark scolded.

“You’ve married yourself, an infertile.” Dia blurted.

“A what?”

“Your husband, he’s infertile. It means, he cannot give you a child. Nor does he have much of a desire to produce one.” Alice crossed her legs and took a drink.

“H-How do you know this?” You asked.

“His wife before you, she told us.”

“Not the first one to have told us either.” Oleta giggled.

“How many wives has Howard had?” The girls shrugged.

“We’re not entirley sure.”

“You’re the fourth since I’ve been around.” Oleta was the eldest of the group. Closest age to her husband than the others. In her thirties.

“What happened to them?” The room went silent for a moment.

“Y/N. As wives, of the rich man, you must know. We are disposable. They do not marry us for our hearts but for our bodies. Our appearance. It takes very little for a rich man to divorce you.”

“Or kill you,” Oleta muttered.

“Oleta!” Clarke shouted.

“What? It’s true!”

“We don’t know that for sure!”

“Killed?” Your eyes went wide.

“His last wive…past away young. Under mysterious circumstances. It was written off as a rare illness.” Alice continued. The room went silent again. As if a moment, just for her.

“But that shouldn’t stop you from having fun!” Oleta encouraged.

“Oh yes! Don't be afraid to…venture out.” Again, they made everything so confusing.

“I…don’t-”

“We are sexual creatures just as men are, Y/N. Your husband is incapable of treating you as such. Most of ours are.”

“You mean…you’re having an affair?” Each girl nodded, some with a smile. You gasped.

“Don’t be so old fashioned! There is no shame in keeping yourself, healthy. After all, no rich man can have a sickly wife!” Dia chimed. “Young men make incredible lovers.” She whispered.

“There's no need to be shy around us with that sort of thing. My lover is our gardener.” Alice smiled.

“Mine is our pool boy,” Dia whispered, loudly.

“My husband’s adult son is better than he’ll ever be.” Oleta grinned. That was the only one you found to be to a little, wrong. The three turned to Clarke.

“And have you nabbed that stallion yet?” Dia asked. Clarke looked down and smiled, shyly. She looked back and nodded slowly. The group of girls went up in celebration.

“Finally! You’ve had your eye on him for years! What was his name again?”

“Bellamy.” She squeaked.

“Congratulations.” You joined in, trying to be accepted. The conversation brought something to mind. You looked around and found Jasper standing and waiting. As would be common from that point on. Your cheeks went pink again. If, they encouraged you to cheat on your husband. Perhaps…no. No no no. You had always promised yourself to be a loyal and good wife. For whoever you married. Even if, he couldn’t satisfy you. Even with this in mind, a part of you would bet that Jasper could. He may have been sweet, and innocent, but behind that, you imagined a passionate frenzy.

The rest of the day ended with a grand party thrown by your husband in your honor. Large groups of people arrived. You were swimming in a pool of strangers that covered nearly every inch of the house. All dressed in sparkling evening wear. After your Mr. made a toast, you wiggled your way into a secluded hallway. You took deep breathes as you finished your champaign to dull your nerves. Your moment was interrupted when you heard quick footsteps down the hallway. You snapped up to attend, to find Jasper rushing down the hallway. Poor boy had been working his ass off all night for your guests along with the rest of the staff. He paused when he saw you. He stopped right in front of you. His eyes met yours, and you froze again. Why were you so struck by this young man? He was a butler for christ’s sake.

“May I take that away for you, Mrs?” He asked. You shook yourself awake. You looked down at the empty glass in your hand.

“Oh, yes. Please.” He bowed his head as he took it from you. He took a few steps away, before stopping. You watched him, confused. Before he quickly turned back and in one swift motion Jasper’s lips were on yours and his free hand was on your waist, pulling you into him. Immediately your eyes closed and you kissed back. As if by instinct. Sparks flew in your heart, and your mind went entirely blank. Nothing else mattered other than the softness of his lips, and the way he held you. He pulled away and exhaled. Your eyes kept close, as he rested his head against yours. You felt a fire growing in your stomach. As a loud sound was made from the main room. Jasper’s eyes shot open, and he turned in that direction. His heart racing a thousand miles an hour. Beating so fast, so hard, it stung. He just wanted you, as you wanted him. He couldn’t explain why. Neither could you. He looked back at you for a second before he rushed off. You wouldn’t see him again for the rest of the night.

The next morning, you woke up alone once again. Your husband had gone to work. But you awoke to find a beautiful white rose lay on your bedside table. Left by no one else but your lover boy.

[forestwater87]

Rate all the cc ships u can think of from favorite to least favorite

OH BOY okay so there’s … a lot. I might not hit them all so gimme any I seem to have missed if you care about my blatherings. :)

But okay, in order of fave to least (and I went with literally every one I can think of. There are a lot, so many we gotta put this shit under a cut):

Gwen/David: Okay, yeah. Obviously. These are my babies.

(They are incapable of being the grown-up at the same time and I am LIVING.)

I’m a huge sucker for any time a big tough girl and a sweet femme boy date because GAH cute, but I also feel like there’s so much fun to be had with these losers. Her obvious anxiety issues match so well with David’s own, and they have such different ways of handling it that there’s a lot of opportunities to bounce off each other and grow together. Besides, she’s levelheaded and seems to keep him more or less on-target, and while she hates this job she cares about him and wants him to be okay, and it just makes my heart melt when an apathetic character has an exception especially when that exception is a sunshine boy and ahhhhh the cute

It’s basically opposites attract, but with some weird connective tissue in the form of their few similarities.

Jasper/David/Gwen: This isn’t … this isn’t a thing, guys. It’s just some bullshit @hopefullypessimistic84​ and I made up because I ship her Jaspid and she ships my Gwenvid and so we smushed them together like Barbie dolls and made them kiss.

Doesn’t mean I love it any less, though. These three are cuties and I am a fan.

Jasper/David: They’re fucking soulmates. 

Besides, any relationship in which David is the bad boy is automatically too hilarious and sweet not to love. We don’t know a ton about Jasper — and therefore about their relationship — but I could not be more here for it.

Obviously this is either as kids before he died, or as adults in a world where Jasper lives and grew up to be a sweet 90s dood a la HopefullyPessimistic and @sinisterspooks​‘ AU; I’m not about that ghost-child-fucking.

Max/Neil/Nikki: I don’t know how it happened. I don’t know why it happened.

I just know I would die for this ship. 

(Also I’ve named it Makkiel and this is badass.)

Nerris/Preston/Harrison: I’m pretty sure this one is entirely the fault of @sakisketches​? I’m not actually confident these three share any screentime on the actual show, but I love everything Saki’s made for them and now I couldn’t be more here for it.

(Genuinely couldn’t find anything with just them, sorry!)

It’s the kinda ship that makes more sense the more you think about it. They’re the ones with the weird, esoteric, “useless” interests, the kind of things that’ve made them no stranger to bullying. They’re all very competitive, passionate, dramatic … I’d imagine their relationship would be one filled with a lot of clashing, but it’d also be big and bright and beautiful.

Nurf/Petrol: This is another ship that isn’t actually a thing, but @directium​ made me believe. Damn you for making me love Perf. They’re such big strong boys and they deserve better than their shitty camps.

Besides, tell me Nurf wouldn’t be able to understand whatever reason Petrol has for not talking and would be sensitive and able to communicate perfectly regardless. Just try and tell me that wouldn’t happen.

Nerris/Harrison: Honestly, this dropped a little lower on this list while I was writing it, because … Nerris is kinda a bitch.

Don’t get me wrong — Harrison’s a prick too, especially to poor Max. But this kid gets bullied and insulted by basically everyone at camp, and you’d kinda expect these two to stick together because … well, they’re the biggest losers by far (excepting Preston).

That being said, I could see them growing out of their rivalry into a sort of grudging admiration and continuing on from there. Plus tell me these two wouldn’t just be gorgeous when they grow up, in terms of fashion. They’d be the power couple of the century.

(Okay but I cannot let this slide: in what universe is Nerris the true magic kid? Harrison can do literal magic! How did he not win this argument the second he actually set something on fire with the power of his mind?!)

Nikki/Sasha: Another couple where one of them needs to become so much less of a bitch for this to work. But … I mean:

(legit the only picture I could find that they were both in, pfft)

The only thing I’m almost as much of a sucker for than the tough girl/femme boy pairing is the tomboy/girly girl pairing. And if Nikki could corrupt Sasha to the fun of being wild and … like, not just the goddamn worst, it could be adorable.

Gwen/Bonquisha: Okay but. How fucking cute would this be?

Look at that face! Look how starstruck she is! She’d be like a Chihuahua dating a Mastiff; Gwen would go around starting fights and Bonquisha would have to pull her out of them and/or escalate things. They’d be the instigators of so much drama and would watch trash TV and giggle and it’d be sweet as fuck.

And they’d make David’s life miserable in the best possible way.

David/Bonquisha: So that tough girl/soft boy thing I was talking about earlier?

Multiply that by like 200. 

The major reason this one isn’t up there with Gwenvid is that there’s not that much to Bonquisha, and while she’s absolutely the queen of my heart, she isn’t as well-developed a character. Also I think David would spend most of their relationship being terrified of her, because she’s scary and he’s very squishy and delicate.

Nikki/Neil: This one’s the fault of @ciphernetics​, who dedicated about 2 seconds to it in one of her fics and now I’m in love with it forever.

I could totally see Neil being captivated by Nikki’s energy and vibrancy, and she’d have so much fun dragging him along on her adventures. And of course there’s the fact that Neil’s so cautious and levelheaded that he’d keep her from going off the deep end and getting herself killed; they’re kinda like Gwenvid in that way, I guess? Boundless enthusiasm meets snarky cynicism and makes Forestwater cry.

Max/Neil: Despite the fact that there’s an author on Ao3 that basically ruined this ship for me forever, it’s hard to deny these two are either bromates or soulmates.

They get each other. They’re both highly intelligent, oddly protective of their friends, so married to their ideals that it leads to them being massive douchebags to said friends, and just so very sarcastic.

Harrison/Nikki: He’s got a massive crush, right?

And Nikki loves how he can basically (accidentally) summon adventure. Together they’d be unstoppable! Seriously, I’m not sure there’s two people here with such mutual admiration for each other and that’s really sweet. 

Good kids, equally morally questionable, and Nikki could protect him while he summons fireballs to entertain her. It’d be precious.

Max/Nerris: Blame HopefullyPessimistic for this one again. She believes in it hard and where she goes, I must follow.

The fact that these two are kinda abrasive and harsh makes them interesting. It’d be fun to watch them trade barbs — as opposed to the kicking-a-bunny thing Nerris does with Harrison and Max does with Space Kid and David (and Gwen, kinda). They’re well-matched in terms of intelligence and ability to throw shade.

Ered/Nikki: Okay, yes, Ered is manipulative and mean and Nikki’s blind adoration of her is very unhealthy. BUT:

They’d be the most badass couple ever. They’d go on insane adventures all the time, and since Nikki seems incapable of being hurt and Ered’s injured all the time, we’d get adorable things like Nikki carrying Ered’s wheelchair up a mountain and doting over her every time she gets hurt. 

They’d be the beautiful butches we need, and I could see Nikki’s bravery and loyalty really breaking through Ered’s seemingly cold (cool? Ahahaha I think I’m clever) heart until she’d actually stand up for Nikki instead of just using her.

Max/Nikki: Not really my ship (not without Neil to balance them out), but these two are adventurous in a way that Neil isn’t. They have an energy and creativity that means they’d keep up with each other long after anyone else would’ve passed out from exhaustion and pure “guys just fucking stop.” I can see why people like it, even if it’s not my thing.

(But seriously, why not add a Neil? Both of these kids would benefit from a nice, rational Neil.)

Quartermaster/Quartersister: I recognize that this should be at the very bottom of the list, and possibly not even on it for pure oh dear god no. But …

I’m sorry, they’re just too fucking funny. It’s sick and gross and wrong and terrible and god help me I love it so much. You get down with your nasty self, QM. And you murder-bang as many grizzled nasty sisters as you want. I won’t judge (much).

Neil/Nerris: I don’t … really see this?

I do think they could get along; they’re definitely the most aligned in terms of interests, and Neil’s so spindly that even Nerris seems badass in comparison. Besides, Nerris doesn’t seem like the type to have patience for a guy unless he’s falling down appreciating her awesomeness, so in a weird way they’re kinda suited for each other. (And she’d totally get him into nerd culture and they’d rock DnD together.)

Plus, he called her “the Cute.” More than once. That’s might sweet.

Max/Preston: Nope, I don’t get this one.

I have nothing against it, they just seem to … hate each other? And yes, I realize “they hate each other” was the basis for more than one of the ships much higher up on this list, but … okay, I never said this was going to be a rational and well-thought-out ranking. I’m just vomiting thoughts on a page here, and for some reason these two don’t really work for me.

I think part of it is that Preston seems very anxious and high-strung, and Max is laid-back, but in the kind of way where he’d get a total kick out of fucking with Preston at every opportunity. Which is funny, but it doesn’t strike me as sustainable. Max needs to learn how to chill or Preston needs to learn how to chill. At this point in the show neither of them have any chill and I feel like it’s a disaster waiting to happen.

Neil/Tabii: Let me just start by saying that I love Tabii to pieces. She is adorable and precious and everything I need.

Unfortunately, if Neil’s into girls Tabii is very much not his type, and I don’t see a way for this to work out unless Tabii … completely gets an overhaul of her personality? I love this for being sweet and funny and relatable (I can’t have been the only one who had a devastating crush on a boy in his “girls have cooties” phase, am I?), but I don’t see it ever actually happening, you know?

Ered/Dolph: This is a thing? Really?

I don’t have anything against it, I just don’t see what’s there. Dolph having some sort of hero-worship for her is plausible (and admittedly quite adorable), but I’m not sure what they have in common. This could be a case of tough girl/sweet boy, I guess, considering how soft and artistic Dolph seems to be, but I’d need to see them interact more to really have an opinion on it.

Campbell/David: Well, aside from the fact that Ciphernetics with her amazing talent makes me want to believe, I have to file this one under “holy fuck is that unhealthy.”

Because he’s just … the relationship would be absurdly one-sided, the weird age difference notwithstanding, and David’s feelings, assuming they aren’t pure “daddy issues” and extend to … ahem, “daddy issues,” are super confused and fucked-up and vaguely incestuous? (Yes, okay, I realize that this is super hypocritical considering the QM/QS thing, but … what can I say, Quartermaster is an exception to literally every rule.) 

Besides, I can’t help but feel that any relationship they’d have would be manipulative and neglectful on Campbell’s part, and Davey doesn’t deserve that. He deserves someone who looks out for him, and Campbell … is not that. 

Also though, the age difference. Ew. And the fact that Campbell tried to kill him. Double ew.

Daniel/David: I can’t believe I’m saying this for the second time, but I do not support David being with anyone who has murdered children, or has considered murdering children. Just sort of a dealbreaker for me.

On top of that (in case we needed an “on top of that”), he breaks David down into his greatest insecurities and uses them against him, and causes David to make the saddest face I think I’ve ever seen and I actually wanted to cry a little bit, and I cannot tolerate this. Daniel has lost all of my affection and I must hate him forever for emotionally devastating my sonsband in this way. 

So nope, really don’t like this ship; totally get why people like it, but it makes me squirmy in all the wrong ways. This has been very difficult for a couple reasons:

Daniel looks just like David. There is something exceedingly attractive about 2 Davids. Yes, I am garbage. Don’t judge me.

The fan art for this ship is so fucking good you guys! SO GOOD

Campbell/Gwen: Gwen deserves someone who knows her fucking name.

And who doesn’t hit her in the face.

And who isn’t wanted by the government.

Gwen deserves better, is what I’m saying.

Pikeman/Gwen: This could be cute in a Neil/Tabii sort of way, if it wasn’t for the fact that Pikeman seems really …

Really creepy. I’m not saying he strikes me as the weird cross-breed of “Nice Guy” and “date-rapey,” but he did kidnap and beat a child. 

A lot of the people at the bottom of this list are not very kind to children. And have egos the size of Mount Rushmore. And have weird hair poofs.

Counselor/Camper: So this is a fairly obvious one, for fairly obvious reasons. It’s illegal and predatory and gross, and I feel like David in particular would kill himself before he’d ever hurt a child like that, so it strikes me as out of character. (This doesn’t mean I’m not a fan of any of the campers having crushes on any of the adults; that’s cute as fuck. It’s the adults returning the attraction that’s a big fat nope.)

I feel like I should devote a little extra attention to the Max/David ship, just because it’s by far the most popular and in a weird way … I get it? Don’t get me wrong, it’s at the rock-bottom of this list for a reason, but like I said, there’s something sweet about a grumpy cynic and pure sunshine getting together; if they were the same age I’d totally see these two as a plausible ship.

That being said … they’re not the same age. More than the ick factor, I just don’t think there’s much there? I’ve heard people compare Mavid to Gwenvid, and with good reason (Max and Gwen are similar in a lot of ways), but the difference is that David and Gwen can relate to each other as equals, as coworkers and people going through the same general period of life, with the same level of physical and emotional development, and an ability to support one another.

Max … cannot do that. 

There’s a reason the “David adopts Max AU” is hands-down the most popular in the fandom, and it’s because Max needs someone like David. At least while he’s at camp, he needs a father, to be showered in unconditional love and affirmation. The thing is, though, Max can’t return that affection, not the way a partner needs to; he’s not emotionally capable of it. Because he’s a child. 

It feels really weird to spill this much ink to say “I don’t like this ship because one of them is 10 years old and one of them’s a freaking adult,” but Max acts so mature that I think it’s easy to forget how young he really is. He’s a kid, and he needs a dad. David’s an adult, and he needs a grown-up. Even shoving the whole “hey guys it’s pedophilia” thing aside — and I realize that’s a hell of an ask, since … yeah, that’s not easy to shove aside — it’s unhealthy and one-sided. Plus it requires David to be a lot more predatory than I’m comfortable with.

Okay, I don’t wanna end this on a downer note, so let me throw a shout out to some really awesome authors who’ve made shipfics that I melt over. In literally no order:

HopefullyPessimistic, “Finding a Family” – Jaspid

Ciphernetics, “You Have Someone That Loves You” – Gwenvid, minor Camvid, minor David/OC

@microsuedemouse​, “Second Degree Sunburns” – Gwenvid

funhousefreak, “Bound” – Makkiel

mrsilikemyself, “un año más” – Max/Neil, unrequited Mavid

adrianthealien, “Take the Stupid Flower” – Praxton (tbh, haven’t actually read this one yet, but it looks adorable)

phobiaDeficient (TheTriggeredHappy), “The One Where David Is In Over His Head” – Danvid, not actually Gwenvid but I squinted and saw some

HopefullyPessimistic, “Soulmates” – Marris

[flip-it-delinquent-style]

Could you please do a nother Briller fic?Maybe them at Arkadia while Raven and Monty are hacking Ali and they have to protect them?

Alright this isn’t very canon or basic chemistry complaint BUT I tried my best! Hopefully it hits the short but sweet mark!

“MILLER!” Bryan’s bellowing shout falls on anempty hallway. He looked away for one second, damnit Miller.He is going to put a bullet through his boyfriend’s thick skull if one of thesedrones doesn’t do it first. 

Bryan’s off after his thief in an instant, breaking throughthe Ark’s main round door with a loud grunt. 

“Miller.” No reply. 

“MILLER!” Again, nothing. Panic is spillinginto Bryan’s chest now, wrapping its cold clutches around his insides.

“MILLER!”

“JESUS WHAT?!” The soon-to-be-bloody-deadboyfriend in question yells from his crouched position behind a small wallnearby. Why he waited for Bryan to call out threetimes is completely lost to the farm boy but he dives behind the wall tooanyway.

Drones are coming in from left and right, each appearing tohave angry modifications taped to their bodies. Angry modifications likefucking mini machine guns. Bryan is so over this whacky AI bitch. 

“Why flying machine guns though?” Miller abruptlystates, ducking even further against his boyfriend as heavy fire scattersaround them. 

“Because this is the fucking ground.” Bryangrumpily states, trying and failing to line a shot through the soaring debris.“You know it’s kind of hard to bring anything down when I have toconstantly keep one eye on you.”

“Good thing you don’t then,” how his boyfriend ismanaging to keep a shit-eating grin through all this, Bryan has no idea. Hecan’t deny it’s simultaneously both his most favourite and least favouritequality in the man. 

“Miller,” Bryan could not physically be more donewith this situation. Honestly. His eyebrows won’t even indulge him in a judgingglare he’s that exhausted. 

“Fine,” Miller murmurs lowly, pressing Bryanagainst their vantage point as a drone comes up over Arkadia’s hulking figureto their backs. It doesn’t appear to see them, but Miller refuses to let hishuman shield guard down until its hovered a few feet away. 

“Wait a minute…” Miller suddenly squints atwhere the drone vanished over a low thatched building. What’s he’s looking atBryan has no idea, as always. Really, it just looks like a bunch of emptybarrels outside Raven’s rooms. Barrels with…sticky notes on them?

“I think have an idea." If the farm boythought he was going to survive this damn attack before, he’s doomed now.

"Oh dear god, save us all.”

~

Bryan can’t decide what’s more worrying here. The fact thatMiller has hand in a barrel of rocket fuel or that a barrel of rocket fuel hasMiller’s hand in it. Either way, the unofficial-guard feels as if his head isabout to implode.

“Is that all?” He asks from his hunched position by thefence, suspiciously eyeing the small rag in Miller grasp. He instantly regretsasking it, of course but Miller just nods at him.

“Unless we want to blow the whole camp up, then yes.” Millershouldn’t be grinning as he says that sentence. He’s officially been spendingtoo much time with Raven.

It’s moments like these that Bryan is eternally gratefulthat Bellamy taught him that ‘count back from 10’ trick. He honestly has noidea how he got by without it before.

“Alright, say the plan back to me,” Miller whispers, hiseyes sweeping up to the sky to pinpoint each drone near them. Clutched in his handis one of Monty and Jasper’s moonshine bottle filled with gunpowder (why Raveninsists on keeping the two highly explosive materials shoved in barrels next toeach, Bryan will never know) and a wad of cloth dipped in rocket fuel.

“You run out to the fields as a distraction with nothing buta piece of scrap metal to protect you from a sea of bullets, the dronesprobably won’t follow you but if they do, you throw the highly explosive jar inthe air, I by some miracle shoot said jar from yards away, the drones are takenout and you probably die in a rain of fire. That’s just perfect, Nate. Whatcould possibly go wrong?” Finishing his rant, Bryan turns a hard glare on hisboyfriend’s back.

Wait why is he looking at his boyfriend’s back?

“COME AT ME MOTHERUCKERS!” Miller’s taking off before Bryan can eventhink to stop him, gun firing in all random directions and makeshift shield hoistedover his arm.

“For fucks…” Bryan has his rifle ready in seconds, training overthe three-remaining drones that are hovering a little too close to his boyfriendfor comfort. He won’t fire. Not yet. Miller’s plan may be batshit crazy but it’sthe only one they’ve got. Plus, if any of them turn to him now and a straybullet hits the barrels he’s crouched next to, everything their doing herewhile be for nothing. Not Raven and Monty’s hacking. Not Clarke’s desperate missionto find this boat woman. Not even Miller’s obnoxious suicide run.  

“Throw the damn bomb, Miller.” Bryan mutters to himself,repositioning a knuckle white grip on his gun. The guard has all three chargingtowards him now, each with guns blazing. They’re going to kill him. God, damnit. Bryan isn’t going to sit here and watch as the love of his life is moweddown.

He trains his scope over the drone now creeping up on Miller’sback… Finger on the trigger… Breathe in…

“NOW!” Miller’s booming shout echoes across Arkadia’s walls.Bryan only has to shift his aim slightly to the left at the last second and-

The explosion seems to reverberate through the air itself. Thefire so bright and heat so intense Bryan has to flinch away.

~

The sky is empty. Once the smoke clears all Bryan can see ofthe drones is scattered remains. The sight does nothing to ease the acidic pitof fear settling in his stomach. Miller’s shield is there. Right in the middleof the seared field, its outer facing side charred black.

“MILLER!” No reply.

“MILLER!” Again,nothing.

“Miller…please.” The sob bubbles from Bryan’s chest and leavesa bitter taste in his mouth. This isn’t happening. Not again.

“Jesus, what?” The sudden panted reply has Bryan spinning onhis heels. And there he is. The crazy fool Bryan calls a boyfriend with dirtsmeared across his and a wide-eyed grin spread over his features.

“I thought…” Bryan’s too busy wrapping his hands in Miller’sguard jacket and letting his boyfriend drag him to his feet to really finishthe sentence. He doesn’t want to say it anyway. The thought alone is painfulenough as it is.

“I had to leg it after I chucked the bottle up. You know Iprobably could have used like half of what I did but man was that awes-” Thedark guard’s over exciting rambling is cut off abruptly by Bryan’s lips.

Miller takes faintly of smoke and sweat but Bryan couldn’tcare less. His lips are still soft and giving. Just like Bryan remembers. Notchanged by the skybox or the mountain or the earth or the countless battles.

They stay like that for at least five minutes, Bryan desperatelyclinging to his thief while Miller happily obliges sloppy kiss after sloppykiss.

Bonus:

“You’re telling me I had to take down five of those thingswhile you two hide in a corner making out? ‘Whythank you Harper for saving our asses.’ You’re welcome, guys. Guys?Helllooooo. Wait why is the outfield on fire?”