#edward cullen if he slayed

[agentark]

I think it's incredibly iconic that Eyes On Fire is on Mal's playlist

[marsystars]

THIS IS THE SKIN OF A KILLER BELLA

[kyufeed]

[buglover77]

Hello chronic pain havers just letting you know any time I think “I am so sick” a man with a surfboard appears behind me and goes “YEAHHH, sick as HELL duuuuude!!!!” If you take your meds he might appear to you too

[heartswrath]

finding out that a majority of btvs fans hate angel is harrowing . i love you angel i’ll protect you don’t worry

[xo-hugs-n-kisses-ox]

Rumination

Ruminate

(v.) To think about something deeply

After Edward left her, Bella Swan fell apart. Desperate to try and save his eldest daughter, Charlie brings his youngest daughter to Forks to see if she can bring her sister out of her depression.

Now, y/n must try to help her sister find her way back to the light while also trying to navigate her Junior year of high school in the odd town of Forks.

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Chapter Twelve: Consequences

Now Playing: Breakin’ Dishes by Rihanna

I listened as Billy told us all the story of Taha Aki and his family, how they dealt with the Cold Ones. I had heard this story before, when Bella and I had come over with Charlie as children.

Bella fell asleep after a while, and Jacob picked her up to take her back to Edward. I had gone back with the rest to Emily’s house.

I showered and put on my pajamas, walking out to sit on the couch as Jared set up some movies. Emily made popcorn and Sam dug out blankets.

The movie Jared ended up turning on was some action movie I wasn’t particularly interested in. It wasn’t bad, though.

I fell asleep about half way through, and I woke up in my bed. I wasn’t sure how I got there, but I figured one of the guys put me to bed so they could fold out the couch bed.

I made my way towards the kitchen, only to find Sam, Jared, and Paul sitting around the table looking grim.

I slid into the seat closest to me, asking them, “What happened?”

Jared handed me a newspaper.

On it, the title read, “Seattle Terrorized by Slayings.” Underneath the title, I read about nearly fifty people having been killed at random. There seemed to be no rhyme or reason to the brutal murders; no racial bias, no gender bias, not one part of the city safe from the attacks. The only thing that authorities have determined was that all the victims were from ages twenty to thirty, with a few victims being in their late teens. I felt sick.

“We will be patrolling more,” Sam said grimly, “We are meeting with the Cullens.”

“Do you think it’s… supernatural?” I asked, my brows drawing together, “It could be human doings, there’s some sadistic people in the world.”

“There’s not a fingerprint there, no tracks, not a single thing pointing to human murders,” Paul said, his voice tense and his body pulled taught, “Better safe than sorry.”

I pursed my lips, nodding.

---

Bella called me.

“You saw it, right?” She demanded, her voice hushed. I knew what she meant.

“Yeah, we all saw it.” I confirmed, and I heard her sigh in relief on the other end of the phone.

“Carlisle asked for help from the Denali coven, the one I told you Laurent had stayed with,” she explained, “They won’t help us, if this is caused by Victoria.”

“Why?” I asked, slightly confused. Weren’t they friends with the Cullens?

“Laurent was involved with one of them,” she said angrily, “And now the Denali coven wants to kill the pack because they killed Laurent.”

I was silent for a long moment.

“Fuck Laurent and fuck them, we don’t need their help anyway,” I said slowly, anger simmering in my chest, “He tried to kill us, he deserved to be destroyed.”

Bella agreed with me, adding, “Yeah. Listen, I need you to talk to Sam. If the things in Seattle are because of Victoria, we need to work together or everything will be for nothing.”

“He wants to talk to the Cullens,” I informed her, “I think it’s going to be some of the others who need convincing.”

“Okay,” she said, “Okay. I’ll call you, if I know anything else.”

“Back at you,” I tell her, “Love you.”

“Love you too, Y/n.”

The call disconnected, and I ran back to the front of the house to tell everyone what I had learned.”

---

Bella said that Alice was having a party. We both agreed that it was a stupid idea.

Sam wants to speak with the Cullens, but he doesn’t trust them. He wants answers, he wants to know what they know.

I think he believes that they’re somehow the cause of everything, and I don’t really disagree. I think, though, that the Cullens are trying to keep everything safe and close to their chest.

Jacob got Bella, but they hung out at his house.

I was making food with Emily, watching as the guys cycled in and out of the house. Sam had everyone doing double shifts, and it was taking a toll. When they weren’t out in the forest, the pack was sleeping. I had to coax them awake to get them to eat, and as soon as they were finished, they were right back asleep.

Paul had just gotten back from his shift to trade out with Embry, when Bella stormed into the house. She was holding her hand, furious and crying, and I was quick to rush to her side.

Despite his weariness, Paul woke himself up to oversee everyone’s safety.

Bella’s hand was broken, and Emily was the one to look at it. She explained what happened, and I stared at her. I was still as a statue as she spoke, my eyes wide as fury exploded in my chest.

I shoved to my feet, my chair tipping over behind me as I stormed outside to find Jacob. Paul was on my heels after smacking Jared awake to watch over Bella and Emily in the kitchen.

I stormed over to where Jacob was standing in the yard, debating if it was worth it to break my hand to punch him, too.

Instead, I stopped an arm’s length away from him and watched him coldly. I was so angry that I was shaking, and I demanded, “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

My voice almost didn’t sound like me, and it would have been a bit more startling had I been less upset.

“Y/n, listen—” he started, but I cut him off.

“I don’t give a single damn about what you have to say!” I snapped, “I know you like my sister, and no one fucking liked Edward, but that doesn’t give you the right to kiss her against her will!”

“Y/n, it’s not that bad, I—”

I cut him off again, “If Edward doesn’t kill you, I very well might, you pushy, idiotic, piece of shit.”

I turned, looking to Paul.

“Explain to him what consent is, because it seems like the constant fever has gotten to his brain,” I ordered, “And keep him away from the house.”

I stormed back to the house, listening as Paul started to lay into Jacob.

---

I took Bella to the Cullen’s home. It was the first time I had ever seen it.

We marched in and I saw Edward first.

“What happened?” He demanded, and Bella explained everything to him.

I was still fuming, and Edward was tense beside me as Carlisle fixed Bella’s hand.

“Don’t touch any of the others,” I muttered, “But Jacob’s free game.”

Edward inclined his head, “We share similar sentiments on him now, I see.”

“If I could have, I would have broken his nose.”

---

I ended up staying the night with the Cullens.

Alice made me shower, since I “smelled like wet dog,” and gave me some of clothes to wear instead. She stuffed me into a pair of black pajama pants several sizes too big, tying them tightly around my hips. The shirt, which was also slightly large, was a band tee for Metallica.

Bella and I took monopoly over the couches, Edward sitting beside her.

Emmett and Rosalie had come out of their room, and Emmett asked, “What happened, Bella? Walking and cheering gum at the same time?”

“Punched a werewolf,” she corrected, and he laughed loudly.

“Which one?” He asked eagerly, “That why your sister’s here?”

“Jacob,” I answered, “Feel free to break his jaw, if Paul didn’t for me.”

Emmett grinned, sitting down happily beside me, “Paul’s the one who tried to beat my ass when I accidentally got over the creek, right?”

“Yeah,” I confirmed, “No hard feelings about it.”

Emmett laughed again, “If we weren’t supposed to hate each other, it’d be cool to wrestle. They’re bigger than the bears that I hunt.”

I raised my brows, “I’ll relay the sentiment.”

After a minute, my phone rang. I picked it up and I walked back outside, listening to Paul’s voice as it crackles to life on the other end of the line.

“How are things over there?” He asked, “Are the lea— Cullens taking care of your sister?”

“They’re nice, the good doctor put a brace on Bella’s wrist, Edward’s taking care of her right now.,” I informed, then asked, “How are things over there?”

“Pack’s a little divided,” He told me honestly, “Some think Jacob wasn’t overly in the wrong, Emily, Leah, and the rest of the girls think Bella should’ve been able to break his nose.”

I hummed, “What about you? What do you think?”

“I think I hate vampires and want you and Bella away from them, but that Jacob had no right to kiss Bella when it wasn’t what she wanted.”

His answer was good, and I told him as much.

“Good answer,” I murmured, “You get some brownie points.”

“For being a decent person?” He said dryly, “Thanks, Y/n. I’ll take them where I can get them.”

I snorted, “Alright, Hot head, whatever. Meet me over at my house? I think I’ll murder Jacob if I go back over there, and I need to tell Charlie about Bella breaking her hand.”

“Took care of it already,” He replied, and I could hear him walking to the door, “I’ll see you over there.”

I hung up and kissed Bella’s temple, hesitantly patting Edward on the shoulder as I left. I felt awkward in their house, but I thanked them for their help and hospitality.

———

(Lightly edited 1/5/25)

Sorry this was put out so late!! Anyway, hope y’all enjoyed!!

Also, this was about when I started realizing that Stephanie Meyer wasn’t a good writer in general bc Jacob and Edward weren’t shit and Bella was a victim of both at any given time

Also also, I got a few requests!! I’m so happy and I’m working on them rn!! They should be out sometime this week and thank you guys so much for the interest in my writing 🥰 I adore yall 💕

(Ps I got a guinea pig and he’s adorable and SO soft)

[steddie-island]

Slay Bells

Written for @steddiebingo 12 days of Christmas Prompts: Cookies, candy canes, feast Rating: G | WC: 2,361 | Tags: Meet ugly, Pre-Steddie, Minor Robin Buckley/ Chrissy Cunningham, rockstar Eddie Munson ao3 | Divider credit

"What the hell is this?"

Eddie had agreed to let Chrissy redecorate his home before cameras came and set up everywhere, but he hadn't expected for it to not look like his house anymore.

Sure, his furniture was there still, but his couch had been covered and there were different curtains hanging up in the living room. Everything was draped in red and green and gold and it was so bright and cheerful and fucking plaid, Eddie wanted to throw up.

"Chrissy!"

"She's not here."

Eddie looked towards the voice. The man standing on top of the step ladder looked like he belonged there in the middle of all of this, with his coiffed hair and his ridiculously soft looking yellow sweater. Eddie watched him stretch, felt his mouth go dry at the sight of tummy— before all of that was squished by the sight of a garish angel being put on the top of the tree taking up most of one corner of his living room.

"No. Nope! Hey—" Eddie waved his arms in front of him as he crossed to stand in front of the tree like he could block anything from where he was still standing on the ground.

The man blinked down at him with that ugly angel in his hands. "Chrissy said we needed to make this place look like Christmas threw up."

"You succeeded. What the fuck is all of this?" Eddie looked around again before putting a hand on his chest. He wasn't actually having a heart attack, he was sure, but seeing his home taken from somewhere he could relax to some sort of gothic Christmas GAP showroom abomination was making him feel like he was awfully close.

The man climbed off of the ladder and put his hands on his hips. "We can take some of it down—"

"Might be faster to just bulldoze the whole goddamn house."

The man's jaw clicked, and Eddie saw a shift on his face that made him shiver. "I'm sorry, did we ruin the whole lone wolf Dracula thing you had going? Don't worry, we saved all of the rats and any cobwebs can be put right back."

"Cobwebs? Are you trying to say it was dirty before?" Eddie asked.

"No, I'm saying it looked like you were going for more of an Edward Cullen vibe and Chrissy told—"

"Edward Cullen—"

"Hey!" Chrissy Cunningham clapped her hands loudly several times as she hurried into the room. Eddie was ready to ignore both her and the woman following after her, but Chrissy didn't stop clapping until she was standing between the two of them.

"Hey, Eddie, we talked about this—"

"Not like this we didn't!" Eddie stopped shooting lasers at the decorator and aimed them at Chrissy instead. "What the fuck did you do to my house!"

Chrissy looked around the room, then back at Eddie. He wanted to keep being pissed but it was hard to do that when she was dressed like Ski Trip Barbie, complete with puffy pink vest and and a matching pink hat that had a big fluffy pompom on the top of it.

"This wasn't what I imagined, either, but this can be undone!" Chrissy looked back at the man with that angel that Eddie just really wanted to throw at this point. "It can be undone, right? Before tomorrow?"

The man sighed, but his partner stepped in.

"We can fix it," she said. Her smile was on Chrissy, she wasn't addressing Eddie at all. "We should've asked more questions before we started, but we can fix this before any cameras get here."

Chrissy smiled and reached out to touch the woman's arm. "Thank you, Robin."

Oh, so that was Robin? Eddie had heard stories about her, but he hadn't seen her before now. Some of his anger melted away.

Until ladder man spoke up again.

"There's no way, not unless we work overnight," he protested. "This already took all day—"

"Then we'll work overnight," Robin said, shooting him a look. "Steve we've pulled off bigger jobs than this before—"

"I'm not fucking Santa Claus!" Steve argued. "It would take a miracle—"

Chrissy started clapping her hands again. Eddie wondered whether it was leftover from her days as a cheerleader or if it was something she'd picked up to command attention. Either way, it worked.

"I will be here to help!" she said brightly. "It'll be super easy with all three of us." She turned to Eddie and gave him a smile. "Your uncle just got into town anyway, right?"

"Right," Eddie grumbled.

"Then why don't you pack a bag, get a room somewhere— on me! And tomorrow, before any cameras come in for your interview, you can do a runthrough to make sure everything has been fixed to your taste."

Steve snorted, said something that sounded like "What taste?" but a look from Robin shut him up and wiped the smirk off of his face.

Eddie rubbed his thumb over the screen of his phone. He hated the idea of these three being left in charge longer than they already had been, but it couldn't exactly get worse than this.

Right?

"Fine." Eddie gave a firm nod, then pointed a finger at Chrissy. "I'm relying on you not to let Mr. Rogers over there fuck this up any more than he already has."

"Mr. Rogers? Is that supposed to—"

Chrissy reached back and put a hand on Steve's chest. "We'll make it perfect. It'll look like the most metal Christmas of your dreams, Eddie."

Eddie grimaced, sighed, shot one last look at the pair of decorators, then turned to pack a bag. "It better be."

Eddie was trying to relax but nothing was working. Not Wayne's excitement over how nice their room was— "Really, Ed, you didn't have to go to all this trouble…" or Home Alone playing on the TV while they feasted on anything and everything Eddie could have sent up from the kitchens.

All Eddie could think of while he filled up his third plate was his house, about how he'd given Chrissy an inch and the whole fucking rug had been pulled out from underneath him. Maybe it was stupid to be as upset as he was over decorations, but this was important, dammit.

And it wasn't like he wouldn't have decorated in his own way if he'd been home and had time, but Corroded Coffin barely managed to squeeze any sort of Christmas break in on this tour, and he would rather have actually spent what time he did have with Wayne instead of fussing over a damn tree.

"You've got steam comin' outta your ears."

A hand came up to his ear. "I do not." Eddie slumped further down into the couch before reaching for his beer bottle.

"C'mon, son. It's not that big a deal. They'll have it fixed, didn't you say your manager is helping them fix it herself?" Wayne nudged Eddie with his elbow. "Besides, I heard Santa doesn't visit kids who pout two days before Christmas."

"I'm not pouting!" Eddie knew he was, though. And really, it was stupid. He was letting this one thing ruin their visit together when he only had Wayne for a week. He sighed, sat up again. "Ah shit, I am pouting. I just… wanted this to be perfect."

"We're together for Christmas again, it will be." Wayne clinked their bottles together lightly. "Why don't you tell me more about this big interview you're doing tomorrow?"

Eddie was trying his damndest not to be anxious, but the closer they got to home the harder he had to fight not to chew on his cuticles.

Chrissy was standing outside, wearing a fuzzy red vest with a matching hat instead of the pink she'd donned the day before. She hugged both Eddie and Wayne before hurrying towards the front door. "Come on, Ed! You're gonna love it!" Eddie tried not to grimace as he followed after her with his overnight bag over his shoulder.

The first thing he noticed when he stepped inside was Steve and Robin, standing on either side of the tree. The second thing was the decorations.

They weren't garish anymore. The plaid covering on his couch was gone and instead a soft looking red blanket had been draped over the back of it. There were red throw pillows, too, with silver and black embroidered over them. The tree was lit with white lights and draped in ornaments and tinsel in shades of red, silver, and black. They'd made it so even the red and white candy canes looked like they belonged here with the job that the trio had done.

"Oh my god is that—" Eddie grinned as he hurried closer to the tree. Instead of the garish angel, a top hat with conchos on a leather band around the base of it.

"We figured a Slash hat made a pretty metal topper," Chrissy said, and Steve nodded his agreement.

The only red and green decorations were the garland strung around the walls, over his mantlepiece, wrapped around the banister leading upsairs, where he would find the bedding in all of the bedrooms switched out to elegant Christmas and winter-esque designs that matched the decor downstairs.

"I didn't think you would pull it off." Eddie grinned and turned to Chrissy. "You fucking did it."

"We're geniuses," she said proudly. "Steve did the tree himself."

Eddie flicked his eyes back to Steve. He still had the same yellow sweater on, his hair was less put together. And now there were simple gold frame glasses sitting on his nose, making those brown eyes even more obvious.

"Well damn. I guess Mr. Rogers has more taste than we thought, too." Eddie's joke didn't land, just earned an eyeroll from Steve before he nudged Robin.

"That's our cue to go get some sleep," he said.

Robin nodded, stopped to kiss Chrissy's cheek with a, "See you tonight!", then hurried after Steve so they could be gone before the reporter showed up.

"So are we still on? Are you still upset?" Chrissy asked.

Eddie looked at his watch. "Let's get this show on the road!"

The interview went off without a hitch. They walked through Eddie's house, asking their questions, taking in every inch of where he'd made a home for himself. Somehow the kitchen had been stocked with fresh baked goods, too, some of which were sent home with the reporter at the end of it all.

Not so many that Eddie couldn't pack them up and take them to Chrissy's when he and Wayne headed over for her Christmas party later that night.

After how well the interview had gone, Eddie was riding high and feeling good.

Until he noticed Steve, standing beside Christmas tree looking every bit as good as he'd looked before they'd had their little argument the day before.

No, not an argument. They hadn't talked enough for it to be an argument. And sure, he'd been compared to Dracula (flattering) and then Edward Cullen (less flattering, thanks) but surely that wasn't enough for them to need to avoid each other forever.

Eddie snagged two glasses of champagne and weaved his way through the crowd. "Mr. Rogers."

Steve gave him a look, then turned so he was facing away from Eddie, though he didn't walk away.

Eddie followed him and offered one of the glasses up. "I think I owe you an apology for yesterday." He smiled a little. "Maybe not as big as the one you owe me, maybe, but— I'm kidding!"

Steve shook his head. "You're not the worst client I've ever had, I used to have to decorate for my mom," he said.

"Oooh, I don't know if that's a bigger burn on me or your mom." Eddie gently waved the champagne glass until Steve took it from him.

"Me, either." Steve took a sip and let his shoulders relax a little.

Tonight his sweater was a deep red. It looked even softer than the blanket they'd draped over Eddie's couch. Eddie wanted to touch it.

"For the record, I almost didn't notice how ugly the decorations were yesterday. I had this… really hot guy standing in my house. I think if you hadn't been putting that angel on the tree I might not have noticed for another… five minutes, maybe?" Eddie gave him another smile.

Steve narrowed his eyes, tipped his head to the side as he watched Eddie. "Do you always come across as this needy when you're trying to apologize?"

"Very much so." Eddie grinned and leaned against the wall. "It gets people to take a little pity on me."

"Oh, yes. Mr. Rockstar needs all the sympathy he can get." Still, Steve wasn't walking away, so Eddie wasn't blowing this as much as he could've been.

"No, no, pity is the better word." Eddie bumped his foot against Steve's. "Even the worst pity date can turn into a real date with the right person." His eyes softened, and he reached out to touch Steve's wrist, to find out if the sweater really was as soft as it looked. It wasn't, it was softer. "And I really am sorry."

"Me, too," Steve said after a moment, once he'd drained his champagne flute. "I don't think there were enough brides in your house for you to be compared to Dracula."

Eddie laughed brightly. "I guess I'll need to work on that, then," he said.

"You really have to work on asking people out, then. Unless you're just beating around the bush until the other person beats you to it?" Steve challenged Eddie with a raised brow while he drained his champagne.

"No, no, I can do it." Eddie put his glass down. "Would you, Steve— I'm so sorry, I don't know your last name— be open to having dinner with sometime?"

Steve just watched him for a few long seconds before smiling, giving a nod. "As big a pain in the ass as you've been, I think I would like that."

"You think that was me being a pain in the ass? Baby, you haven't seen anything yet."

[crazyk-imagine]

Old Age and Fated Bonds

Pairing: Felix Volturi X Hybrid!reader

Characters: Hybrid!reader, Alice Cullen, Bella Swan, Edward Cullen, Demetri Volturi, Aro Volturi, Marcus Volturi, Caius Colturi, Jane Volturi

Warnings: Reader protecting themselves, fancast Felix is here to slay, Edward being a big dummy, reader butting head with the dumbass, reader teasing her mate, Felix teasing reader, the feeding scene, the feeding scene makes me feral, this became oddly sexual, these vampires know how to seduce someone, Felix gives baby sub vibes, Felix and reader are a power couple, I feel like I made the reader a little bipolar but-

Word Count: 2,496

A/N: I wrote the feeding scene before work, lost it and then had to back track before leaving. I was so pissed but it's good. It's exactly what I wrote but a smidge different

The Volturi forget reader is a hybrid even after Reneesme is born then they're like oh wait it can be true, we have proof

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"Felix, take your dearest to your room. We still have some unfinished business to attend to with the Cullens and Miss Swan."

He moves from beside you, placing a hand on your back to guide you out of the throne room.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Are you scared?"

"That doesn't answer my question."

"You haven't answered mine."

You purse your lips, rethinking whether he was hot or if you're so lonely you're desperate for contact. You don't glance up at him to know he's smirking.

"We're going to my room where you'll stay until I'm finished."

You scoff, "I'm not a dog."

"No, you are not."

"Thank you."

"Dogs know when to listen."

Your jaw drops, gaze falling onto the door as it clicks shut. You roll your head, listening to the cracking of your neck; wondering what you should do to get back at him for his comment.

You sit, thinking back to the moment that led you to your current predicament.

-

You made sure not to be too far from Alice, knowing she’d be more helpful to you than Bella or Edward.

You keep the block up in your mind, so he doesn't hear how much of an idiot he is.

The guards lead you to the infamous throne room.

You inwardly hum, taking note of every nook, crack, everything really.

It's such a gorgeous room, shame it's used for more torturing people for whatever they see fit.

You knew the Volturi had money (they've been around for so long, naturally they were bound to be rich). But seeing it, completely different than what the Cullens told you.

You glance back at the three and rush towards them, not needing to get lost or discovered. Someone would have a fit if that ever happened.

-

You're not paying attention to what the odd king is saying, not until a body being slammed down draws your attention to the people in front of you.

You step closer to the vampire with a pixie cut, watching as the tall and lean, attractive vampire practically throws Edward into the ground.

The corners of your lips twitch, not entirely empathetic towards him.

He made his bed, almost literally, and now he must lie in it.

You take the time to lean forward, wanting only her to hear you. "You didn't tell me they would be hot."

Edward groans, for more than one reason.

"Who said that?" Caius leans forward.

Aro claps with excitement in his eyes.

"Oh, crap."

"Demetri," Aro calls for him.

The vampire doesn't know what to do when he can't sense you.

He calls for the guard again, smile widening at his struggle to find you. "Magnifica!" He claps his hands.

Alice stands still, shaking her head.

You realize why she told you to stay quiet.

"Show yourself dear. I'd like it if you could show me who holds a power such as yours."

You don't move, clutching onto her coverup.

Aro notices and gestures for Jane to use her powers; they don't work because she can't see you.

Caius is irritated and demands you show yourself.

"Before you turned, weren't you ever scared? What do you expect me to do? Roll over and do as you say."

"That is no way to talk to your kings."

Edward huffs, "would you stop delaying this and show yourself already."

They can't see you to see your sarcastic and menacing smirk, although the tallest guard can sense a change in your attitude.

"Excuse me for one second." You stand before him, opening your mind slightly so he knows where to look. "I am so tired of your shit Edward, and you've pissed me off enough today." You hit him in his stomach.

He removes himself from Bella (who screams for someone to help him); as he bends forward, holding it; you grab him by his neck.

You had yet to realize as you fight him, you're not using your power and begin showing yourself.

You lean close to his ear, "better hold on. Wouldn't want you to fall before I'm through with you." You lift him off the ground, his feet dangling (shocking everyone watching) and slam him into the ground.

Kneeling beside him, applying pressure to your grip, watching as the crack appears. "Next time, don't piss me off." You push yourself off the ground, brushing away the imaginary dirt.

You slowly lift your head, realizing they can see you. A shy smile breaks onto your lips, followed by a nervous chuckle, "hey."

Aro claps his hands like crazy, walking towards you with a bounce in his step.

An unmuted scent floods Felix's nose as he stares at you, somehow finding his way beside you.

You notice the way the silent king is gesturing for his brother. "I think your friend wants to chit chat."

He turns and reaches for his hand. "What a pleasant surprise and all thanks to the Cullens and Miss Swan."

You furrow your brows, turning around towards Alice. "Alice?"

She hums.

"I would remove yourself from my sight before I do the same to you as I did your brother."

Her eyes widen, this was not how today was supposed to end. "What? I-"

"Do as I say, they already have someone waiting at the door to escort you. I don't appreciate being lied to and I will not tolerate it. If you don't want your major to end up in a fight, I'd leave."

The three walk away.

You huff, crossing your arms before smirking. "I know you want to hurt me, blondie."

Her glare hardens.

You spin around and chuckle before finding the king’s eyes on you. "I feel like I'm missing something."

"A pleasant discovery has been made today. You are Felix's mate. How wonderful."

You stare at the weird king. "This is not where I saw today going."

He giggles, "I know, dear, but now you get to enjoy your new life within the walls of this castle."

"Is that supposed to persuade me?"

He merely smiles.

-

Some time passes and he's back.

"You haven't moved?"

"I have nowhere to go. No plans, no friends."

He removes his cape, carefully hanging it up.

"Aren't you going to be punished for not wearing a piece of your ensemble?" You chuckle.

He finds himself smirking, it was a good joke (or is he just saying that because of the bond, he doesn't care because you're all he cares about). "Funny."

"I know I am."

"Do you-" he struggles to find the words, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Talk about?"

"You know what I'm referring to."

You roll your eyes and chuckle to yourself.

He takes your chin between his thumb and index finger, turning your head to look at him. "I will not allow bratty behavior to come from you."

Your eyes widen.

The corner of his lip curves upward, "still think I'm hot?"

"You know I'm not afraid to fight you."

"I know, watching you take down the Cullen was," he leans in, nuzzling his nose underneath your jawline, placing a tender kiss there. "The highlight of finding my mate."

You melt under his touch before realizing the words he said. You push him back. "I'm sorry. What?"

"You're my mate."

"I heard that."

"It didn't sound like it."

"I," you push yourself out of the seat, walking past him; not noticing him drooling over you as you do.

His eyes never left you as you pace and unintentionally use your powers. He settles himself in the chair. "Where'd you go?"

"I'm still here," you tell him, standing beside him. "It's just- it's a lot to take in, you know."

He nods, "I understand."

"How are you so calm?"

"One of us has to."

You purse your lips.

He reaches for you, pulling you into his lap to calm you. "I know it's going to take a lot before we have a proper bond of trust built but believe me when I say, I'm with you. You are not alone."

You snuggle deeper into his embrace, eyes closing as today’s events took a lot of your energy.

He settles you into his perfectly made bed, watching over you for a few minutes before exiting the room, grabbing his cloak on the way out.

-

You wake, finding no one around.

It saddens you a bit, but you know that he is a busy man and just because he's found you doesn't mean his schedule is going to change entirely.

The burning in your throat returns, how long has it been since you fed? Apparently too long.

You exit the room and search for something, anything to satisfy yourself.

You know a feeding tour is going to happen tonight, they mentioned it earlier.

-

You wander through one too many halls and the faint scent of humans’ wafts through your nose. You follow and find a group being led into the room; you can only assume is the waiting room.

You manage to sneak in using your powers, giving you the advantage of pretending to be one of the tourists and the opportunity to pull one of the humans with you, sinking your fangs into their neck.

The others finish, but you continue, always being one to take your time making it more special (in case it was ever your last time or before you met the Cullens).

Demetri rapidly taps on his friend's shoulder.

Felix groans, tossing the person he fed on aside. "What?"

"Look."

He turns in the direction of where his friend was pointing and finds a peculiar sight. "I think your mate is more than what the kings realized."

He steps away, ignoring the babbling as he makes his way towards you.

You open your eyes, giving whoever is petting your hair a fierce look.

How dare they interrupt your feeding until your eyes focus and you find your mate in front of you, his body blocking yours.

He removes his hand from your hair, reaching for the human's wrist, slowly sinking his fangs into their skin.

As you two finish, he tosses them aside, reaching for your chin.

He pulls you closer like he did earlier, his cold breath fanning against your warm and bloodied lips, sticking his tongue out, licking the last remains away; only he can leave marks on his beloved. "You have some explaining to do."

You nod as if hypnotized before yawning. "After a nap, I can explain everything to you."

He nods and lifts you up into his arms, letting you settle in before he starts exiting the room; ignoring the teasing looks he knows Demetri is throwing his way.

He debates on setting you in his bed or sitting in the chair and letting you rest on him directly. He pulls the covers over you and listens to your soft and calm breathing.

-

You wake to a dark room but know he's still nearby, turning to find your suspicions to be true.

He stays still, keeping his gaze on the book.

"It's upside down."

He tries to read a page and flips it over, finding it to be true. "No wonder I couldn't read it." He furrows his brows, "how'd you know?"

"I sold that book to an annoying man back in my younger days."

"How old are you?"

You lay on your back, staring at the ceiling. "You know, it's never wise to ask a woman her age."

"I can handle you, I'm not afraid to ask." You sped out of the bed, using your powers to gain the upper hand and yank him out of the chair, straddling his lap. Your hand on his neck keeps him hooked to the ground.

He stares up at you amazed by every way you move and think. His hands find their way towards your hips, grounding you to him as if you could sink further into his grasp.

"I'm old, honey."

"Yet you've never looked younger," he smiles up at you.

You roll your eyes and push yourself off him, "you're just desperate for my touch," you tell him with a teasing tone.

He watches you walk around the room before taking your place on the bed.

You cross one leg over the other and slightly lean back, letting your neck rest on your shoulder. "Do you plan on telling them or should I?"

He's quiet, not ready to share you with anyone else (you assume).

"We can wait till tomorrow."

He nods, preferring that option.

"If your friend can keep his mouth shut."

Felix rubs his face with annoyance.

"If he does blab, you should at least know... I'm a rare breed as they say."

"What does that mean?"

"I can survive on human food or blood. My father was a vampire while my mother was human."

"And... then you arrived?"

You nod. "Apparently, my father was, as some say, a man whore and fell for my innocent, virgin mother then their miracle baby arrived but when she died, so did he."

"Why?"

"They were mates, the purest of bond for mates."

"But you were left alone?"

"A doctor found me," a fond smile breaks out onto your face, "and helped the any way he could before he got sick."

"How'd you get involved with the Cullens?"

"I may have," you shrug. "Had to get them out of town before our kind was discovered."

He nods.

"How do you feel?"

"About?"

"This whole mate thing. It was thrown upon you; you didn't really have a choice in this."

"I'm surprisingly, fine."

"Fine? Just fine? I'm kind of freaking out here again and- hey!" You tilt your head to stare into his eyes. "You licked me."

"That was hours ago."

"I- shut up."

He smirks.

-

You don't know when you fell asleep but find yourself waking just before sunrise. You push yourself up and look around the room, searching for the large man (you get to call yours).

"Looking for something?"

You tilt your head and offer a sleepy smile.

"No."

Felix raises a brow, clearly not believing a word out of your mouth. "I informed the kings of what you told me."

"And what they say?"

"Master Aro was pleased. Master Marcus was happy to inform me of our bond and it will become stronger with time."

"The blond one?"

"Master Caius is... it's hard to tell what he's feeling."

You open your mouth to call his name but find yourself drawing a blank. "What was your name again?"

"You don't know my name?"

"The weird one only said it once, what am I supposed to remember every name I hear? I'm a hybrid, not working at a place where I have to remember everyone's names."

He can't help but chuckle, surprised that you two didn't at least share this simple piece of information. "Felix. My name is Felix."

You smile and tell him yours in return. 

[bananaactivity]

Sooo… Hook and Morgie huh.

Morgie and Hook look so different in this world… I love it. I actually ended up changing his hair to match Morgana from Troll Hunters 🫣. I wanted him to look more interesting cause people kept saying he was random and lame, Red heads with mullets aren’t lame I think 😃

( outing myself as a troll hunters fan in the year of 2024 💀)

Down below I put a little GIF of Morgies eyes doin the changing thing

(Why he kinda serving Edward Cullen tho like 😛)

Turns out Morgana Le Fay is REALLY powerful, so by extension Morgie should have the potential to be a pretty spooky sorcerer/ witch/ fay/ god. Based on Descendants canon, parents magical abilities is hereditary ie it’s VERY likely Morgie has all his moms powers in Arthur mythos. Which includes stuff like NECROMANCY AND OMNIPRESENCE, shapeshifting, immortality, time travel, illusion, flight, casting spells, healing, ASTRAL PROJECTION, telekinesis, mind control… other stuff across multiple media projects. I’m actually gonna keep a lot of this, minus omnipresence and time travel cse that’s way too powerful. As a caveat morgies still gonna be stupid and goofy asl… and he’s not the bossy type. He’s also tooo young to be super strong he can only do low level versions of his mom’s powers… like he can only turn into a Cat, snake, small dragon, crow, and big wolf for his transformation powers currently. I like to think anything he turns into is always black with his serpent eyes. Actually I don’t think that’s just true in my universe. Also because he’s stupid it makes since for Merlin to be okay with him at his school. Since Morgies mom has literally hated him for like centuries atp.

Speaking of this still adds another layer to the “ why is Uliana in charge when her crew consists of gods and supernatural entities that are much more powerful than she is” all she has is tentacles…. And even hook could turn her into Sannakjii if he wanted to fr bro… 3/5ths of her crew are literal gods or god adjacent 💀

I think this picture sums up My Hook and Morgie pretty good… I have more goofy pictures I wanna do of them.

Yes I did give Morgie fangs and black fingertips… necromancer??… shapeshifter??… can’t help myself??

Dont worry Hook is still flamboyant and crazy, he’s just a little sad at the beginning. He meets Morgie at school right after Peter Pan cut his hand off and banished him from Neverland because Hook got a scholarship to Merlin’s academy and he wants to be a pirate… so yeah he’s pretty sadge and struggling to function with his hook 😥 he won’t let that stop him from finishing his Swashbuckling masters degree tho 💅SLAY WE LOVE AN EDUCATED KING EVEN THO HIS SON CANT COUNT. Morgie is also a weapons smith major and he imbues his shit with like dark souls so that’s pretty cool.

I’ll have more on Morgie after I finish the goofy pictures…

[lilisouless]

Nina: this is what we are going to do, we are all going as classic vampires. We are winning halloween this year

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Matthias: so,are you like Dracula´s wife or something?

Nina: don't be uncultured, i am Carmilla. Sorry but i can't kiss you in this costume, Nadia and Tamar won't forgive me if i kiss a man in this.

Nina: by the way, why the mustage?

Matthias: i am Dracula, he has a mustage

Nina: what version of Dracula?

Matthias: THE version os Dracula!

Jesper comes in with a huge axe guitar and a long black wig

Nina: Marceline?

Jesper: well,duh

Matthias: not judging but, doesn't she have a male counterpart? you could have been him

Jesper: but he has a baker boyfriend, Marceline and i have scientist partners, so this fits better . Speking of which-

Wylan disguised as Edward Cullen: Look at this! (stands under a light bulb and shines) i made a liquid that makes my skin sparkle under the light

Jesper: we can use him as a disco ball

Matthias: thats kind of cu-AHG! (gets tackled)

Inej with a blonde wig, putting a knife over his throat: don't move! or i´ll vanquish you!

Nina: Inej, Buffy the Vampire slayer is called like that because she slays vampire, not because she is a vampire that slays

Inej: well you should have been more specific...does that mean i get to slay Matthias´s mustage?

Matthias: no! get off me!

Kaz: no, Inej, keep him down where he belongs

Matthias: whats with the purple ski...Demjin...are you Count von Count?

Kaz: well yes, we both count all of our money at night.

why do i have the feeling i already made the vampire slayer joke thing

[writrevampire]

helllloook!! i’m not sure if ur requests are open so pls ignore if they arnt!! <3333

buuuuut i was wondering if i could get a jasper hale x fem!reader? i was thinking of her showing the cullen what she looked like when she was still human

(she was a teen in the late 90s early 2000’s!! so think like https://pin.it/4CqFZIhwu , https://pin.it/3kXvcqd3l and https://pin.it/4QsPBNO5E all pinterest links :3)

like her style was def kinda grunge maybe reader had a cam corder so there’s videos of her going to clubs with her friends (i don’t condone underage drinking but that was like THE THING back then)

but reader is a BADDIE 💅💅 since the rest of the cullen are younger (physically) maybe she was turned when she was 16/17? but yea!! id rlly like to see jasper and the other react to that

(i can def see esme and carlise’s disappointed parent faces at the things she did for fun)

anyways ty lovie!!! ik you’re gonna slay this request ❤️❤️(also pls pls take care of yourself! )

happy new year 😘

hi, thank you for the request!

however, i do not feel comfortable writing about a teenager who does underage drinking, lol. plus if she's 16 and Jasper is 19 in cannon, i'd rather not.

plus, i'm just not very good with femme!readers. i'm transmasc so it's kinda weird writing that for me. i should update my "not willing to write" section of my get to know me post. i'm best with nonbinary/genderneutral/transmasc/masc writing.

i'm positive Jasper's reaction (and all others) to all this would be this emoji: 😟

FOR THE RECORD: i'm aware that for example, Edward was 17 when he was turned. i'm aware that in vampirism, he is an adult, by all senses of the word. that's not the problem. it's moreso the aspects of underage debauchery mixed with an age gap i'm not comfortable writing for. Bella was 18 when she was turned, Edward was 17, i don't really care about that. the ethics of vampirism in this universe is somewhat weird, so it's not really an issue, just a "me" problem.

nothing wrong with your request, i'm just not willing to do it. i hope you find someone who will, though! happy new year to you, too!

[achickennamedcheese]

cheese im bored tell me a story

There once was a boy named Harry Destined to be a star His parents were killed by Voldemort Who gave him a lightning scar

Yo, Harry You a wizard

Harry goes to Hogwarts He meets Ron and Hermione McGonagall requires he play for Gryffindor

Draco is a daddy's boy Quirrell becomes unemployed The sorcerer's stone is destroyed by Dumbledore

Ron breaks his wand Now Ginny's gone And Harry's in mortal danger

Tom Riddle hides His snake inside His ginormous secret chamber

Harry blows up Aunt Marge The dementors come and take charge Lupin is a wolf The rat's a man And now the prisoner is at large

They use time travel so they can Save the prisoner of Azkaban Who just so happens to be Harry's godfather I don't really get it either

Harry gets put in the Triwizard Tournament With dragons and mermaids Oh no, Edward Cullen gets slayed He's back

Harry, Harry, it's getting scary Voldemort's back and you're a revolutionary, Harry Dumbledore, Dumbledore Why is he ignoring your constant attempts to contact him?

He is forced to leave the school Umbridge arrives, Draco's a tool Kids break into the Ministry Sirius Black is dead as can be, oh

Split your soul, seven parts of a whole They're horcruxes, it's Dumbledore's end

There once was a boy named Harry Who constantly conquered death But in one final duel between good and bad He may take his final breath

[strandnreyes]

nice ask week

Jen, as slayifiyer vamp leader, please rank these vampires in order of best vampire (you determine what "best" means):

Edward Cullen

Alice Cullen

Damon Salvatore

Caroline Forbes

Spike

TK Strand

Carlos Reyes

TK Strand - when comparing TK and Carlos as vampires, I think TK gets to take the lead because he’s more experienced (and he really went through it prior to Maine and it always makes me a little weepy to think about him so alone. therefore i have to crown him)

Carlos Reyes - my beloved baby vamp that doesn’t know his own strength or how his teeth work <3

Alice Cullen - can I rank her this high just for the kick? I’m ranking her this high just for the kick. And the visions. That’s neat. And she’s just friendly, good for her

Caroline Forbes - I haven’t seen a ton of the vampire diaries, but she seems slay

Edward Cullen - idk he has too many one liners that make me full body cringe. that’s what makes watching twilight entertaining, but no one who says ‘hold on tight, spider monkey’ should ever be at the top of a list

Spike - know absolutely nothing about him so I’m hoping he’s better than Damon

Damon Salvatore - again, small amount of vampire diaries knowledge, but I can say for certain that I do not like this man

Thanks for the ask!

[the1975attheirverybest]

Matty in his Edward Cullen era🤞🏻

Jk, he looks so sunshine baby🦋

My brain is now singing Sunshine Baby by The Japanese House which is a slay. So thanks!

But yeah he’s fuckin beautiful clutching that flask lmao.

[rockislandadultreads]

Libby Spotlight: Vampires!

Twilight by Stephenie Meyer

Isabella Swan's move to Forks, a small, perpetually rainy town in Washington, could have been the most boring move she ever made. But once she meets the mysterious and alluring Edward Cullen, Isabella's life takes a thrilling and terrifying turn.

Up until now, Edward has managed to keep his vampire identity a secret in the small community he lives in, but now nobody is safe, especially Isabella, the person Edward holds most dear. The lovers find themselves balanced precariously on the point of a knife — between desire and danger.

This is the first volume of the "Twilight Saga" series.

Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter by Seth Grahame-Smith

Indiana. Moonlight falls through the dense woods that surround a one-room cabin, where a nine-year-old Abraham Lincoln kneels at his suffering mother's bedside. She's been stricken with something the old-timers call "Milk Sickness." Only later will the grieving Abe learn that his mother's fatal affliction was actually the work of a vampire.

When the truth becomes known to young Lincoln, he writes in his journal, "henceforth my life shall be one of rigorous study and devotion. I shall become a master of mind and body. And this mastery shall have but one purpose..." Gifted with his legendary height, strength, and skill with an ax, Abe sets out on a path of vengeance that will lead him all the way to the White House.

While Abraham Lincoln is widely lauded for saving and freeing millions of slaves, his valiant fight against the forces of the undead has remained in the shadows for hundreds of years. That is, until Seth Grahame-Smith stumbled upon The Secret Journal of Abraham Lincoln, and became the first living person to lay eyes on it in more than 140 years.

The Southern Book Club's Guide to Slaying Vampires by Grady Hendrix

Patricia Campbell’s life has never felt smaller. Her husband is a workaholic, her teenage kids have their own lives, her senile mother-in-law needs constant care, and she’s always a step behind on her endless to-do list. The only thing keeping her sane is her book club, a close-knit group of Charleston women united by their love of true crime. At these meetings they’re as likely to talk about the Manson family as they are about their own families.

One evening after book club, Patricia is viciously attacked by an elderly neighbor, bringing the neighbor's handsome nephew, James Harris, into her life. James is well traveled and well read, and he makes Patricia feel things she hasn’t felt in years. But when children on the other side of town go missing, their deaths written off by local police, Patricia has reason to believe James Harris is more of a Bundy than a Brad Pitt. The real problem? James is a monster of a different kind—and Patricia has already invited him in. 

Little by little, James will insinuate himself into Patricia’s life and try to take everything she took for granted—including the book club—but she won’t surrender without a fight in this blood-soaked tale of neighborly kindness gone wrong.

Some Girls Bite by Chloe Neill

Sure, the life of a graduate student wasn’t exactly glamorous, but it was Merit’s. She was doing fine until a rogue vampire attacked her. But he only got a sip before he was scared away by another bloodsucker–and this one decided the best way to save her life was to make her the walking undead.

Turns out her savior was the master vampire of Cadogan House. Now she’s traded sweating over her thesis for learning to fit in at a Hyde Park mansion full of vamps loyal to Ethan Sullivan. Of course, as a tall, green-eyed, four-hundred-year-old vampire, he has centuries’ worth of charm, but unfortunately, he expects her gratitude–and servitude.

But an inconvenient sunlight allergy and Ethan’s attitude are the least of her concerns. Someone’s still out to get her. Her initiation into Chicago’s nightlife may be the first skirmish in a war–and there will be blood.

This is the first volume of the "Chicagoland Vampires" series.

[beautifulmakkaris]

would love to hear your buffy!chrissy headcannons if you're happy to share

anon i am so sorry, this ask has been in my inbox for WEEKS and i was simply a big dope and missed it

i would absolutely LOVE to share my buffy!chrissy headcanons, i love two (2) tiny blonde cheerleaders haunted by supernatural beings :)))

chrissy is chosen around 15 which is when her nightmares and hallucinations start... except they're actually prophecy dreams

everything we see happen with the main party is just the tip of the iceberg, every time shit goes down in stranger things they're dealing with the just one threat, chrissy is in the background dealing with EVERYTHING ELSE THATS GOING ON

chrissy is under pressure from every aspect of her life, from the cheer squad, from her mom, from jason and now from the watchers council

ooh maybe ms kelley the guidance counsellor is her watcher

or the cheer coach and being head cheerleader is cover for their training sessions, they're 'planning routines'

someone in the eddissy tag mentioned eddie as a vampire and i feel like he would be the perfect mix of angel and spike lmao like the softness of angel and the chains and leather of spike with maybe a smidgen of xander's comic relief (but not his misogyny)

eddie is actually pulling an edward cullen and constantly repeating senior year because he never graduated in life and doesn't know how to pretend to be an actual adult so just keeps being a senior until the school kicks him out and then he joins a new one lmao

y'all were pressed about the age gap before

she gets drawn into the vecna plot but snaps out of the trance thanks to her slayer abilities

as she drops to the floor eddie is freaking out and she's like man that isn't even the weirdest thing thats happened to me this week

she fully knows he's a vampire and the watchers council has been telling her to slay him for years but she always argues that he never actually hurts anyone......andhe'skindofcute

she arranged going to his trailer bc her watcher had finally demanded she slay him, but naturally she was instead planning on warning him so he could skip town except vecna ruined that plan

the bit in the bench scene where he like dramatically falls off the bench but he's like 'ugh you've staked me right in the heart' and she's like my dude how have you fooled everyone for so long

oh what if her 86 necklace was made of silver and the first time they kiss it burns against his collarbone and he doesn't even notice like angel with buffy's cross that one time

she thinks his hellfire club is actually training to fight demons and is very disappointed when she meets them all, despite their claims to have faced down monsters before

the party and chrissy fight about terminology ALL THE TIME

'we have to go into the upside down' 'you mean the hellmouth' '...no i mean the upside down' 'right...except its actually the hellmouth'

the party using their dnd names for things and chrissy being like 'demodogs? do you mean the hellhounds?' or 'why do you keep calling the blah blah blah demon a demogorgon :/'

dustin being like yeah so we've saved the town THREE times now and chrissy being like '...only three? that's cute'

she and nancy bond over their favourite weapons (chrissy has a 'mr pointy' stake and suggests nancy names her shotgun too)

chrissy definitely clocks that max is a potential and subtly tries to give her pointers before the fight

she hopes when she dies max doesn't get chosen as the next slayer because she doesn't want her to go through life like chrissy has, but maybe vecna is drawn to slayers because of their power and magical potency...

anyway i just think chrissy in her cheer uniform carrying a crossbow super nonchalantly would be super neat

bonus headcanon! robin becomes a witch and they're best friends and it's buffy and willow ok