#jasper hale fic

[vanteguccir]

── ୨୧ !　𝗙𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗬 𝗥𝗘𝗨𝗡𝗜𝗢𝗡

　　　　　　𝒋𝒂𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒆 x mikaelson!reader

SUMMARY: When Edward decides to leave Bella behind for her own safety, Y/N take the lead to take the Cullens to the town where she grew up, with her only concern being how to explain for them her real there.

WARNING: None.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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"Edward, if you really want to disappear... I know a place we can go." Y/N said, looking directly into the mind reader's eyes, hoping to see some kind of emotion there.

Y/N could imagine the mess that was in Edward's head, the fact that he had, or rather, wanted to leave Bella behind for the girl's own safety was killing him from the inside, and despite feeling angry at the quick choice he made, she couldn't judge him. Y/N could never see herself away from Jasper, just imagining the possibility made her frozen heart hurt.

"Where?" Rosalie chimed in, looking at Y/N waiting for her response.

"New Orleans." She responded a few seconds later, feeling everyone's eyes focus on her.

Everyone in the Cullen family had a story that began at their birth and, often, ended with their last breath before becoming creatures of the night, stories of when their surname was something else, not Cullen.

Each one took their own time to reveal this story to the others, but it was never difficult for Y/N, after all, her life was normal before anything else... Right?

The vampire was born in London, but at the age of thirteen she moved to New Orleans with her mother after her parents divorced for reasons that Y/N didn't know to this day. Her mother chose New Orleans based on the idea that her parents, Y/N's grandparents, lived there and her ancestors came from there too.

From the age of thirteen, Y/N discovered the culture of New Orleans and grew up surrounded by it: street parties, blues players on every corner, restaurants open 24 hours a day, bright night bars and so on. At least that's what Y/N told her new family.

The truth is that the girl came from a lineage of extremely strong and well-known witches in the supernatural world, the Mikaelsons. Anyone who is smart enough would have a question mark in their mind now, after all, the Mikaelsons who are still alive are all vampires and vampires don't procreate, right? Right!

But what if part of the story has never been told? Not in bedtime stories, at least.

Niklaus' father was not the only affair Esther had, the mother of the Mikaelson family had a thing for supernatural beings and, therefore, in addition to werewolves, Esther became involved with a great wizard at the time, from the Bishop lineage.

Wizards weren't as well known at the time, as everyone focused on the female image within witchcraft, sometimes with curious eyes and sometimes with evil ones, but that doesn't mean they didn't exist, and Esther not only found one, she had a daughter with him.

Five years before Esther decided to turn her children into bloodthirsty creatures, she gave birth to Agnes Bishop-Mikaelson. Knowing the gigantic problem it would create if she showed up at home with another daughter in her arms, after her 9-month "trip", and that the child was not Mikael's, Esther decided to leave Agnes with her father and pretend that she never existed, completely removing the name Mikaelson from the child.

And it worked, no one from the Bishop family ever looked for her throughout her life and eternity, but that doesn't mean that the story of having remnants of a Mikaelson in the family tree wasn't passed on.

And Y/N, from the age of thirteen, grew up surrounded by infinite grimoires of her lineage, listening to stories told by her grandparents and mother, finally being able to understand why she could make fire light out of nowhere or objects levitate.

But although the girl saw her magic as a salvation, it was her downfall as well.

After the death of her grandparents, her mother became lost in grief and loneliness, going to the other side of the veil a few months later, leaving Y/N alone in a world of supernatural beings who would do anything to kill her if they knew about her great-great grandmother.

It didn't take much for the story of Esther's secret daughter to be revealed, and consequently, the existence of Y/N. Beings from all over the United States began to appear to the girl, wanting her life in exchange for revenge, and then her ancestors began to haunt her dreams trying to help her, but Y/N didn't understand that, and the situation only left everything worse for her.

Until one day, a charming man wearing a suit that was too expensive to wear on any given day appeared at the door of her house, offering protection and help in exchange for explanations.

Elijah was extremely helpful after understanding what his mother did to the Bishop lineage, being grateful that Y/N had no reservations in showing him all the grimoires and diaries of her ancestors, revealing the complete truth.

And with that Y/N was welcomed by the Mikaelson family, being able to train her magic with Esther's grimoires too, despite not having any physical help, since Kol, one of the Mikaelson brothers, was sleeping in some kind of coffin and Freya was dead, or something like that.

But it was one night when Y/N was walking alone through the streets of New Orleans, eager to return to the home of who she considered family, when everything was stolen from her.

An old and strong enemy of Esther appeared accompanied by reinforcements and not even with all of Y/N's still little knowledge would she have been able to stop them, the girl had only recently started studying strong magic and blamed herself for it, despite it not being her fault.

The girl was kidnapped and taken to a warehouse far from the entrance to New Orleans, surrounded by orchards, where she was tortured for hours, or was it days?

With the little strength she had left, Y/N was able to escape a few meters away from the warehouse, and it was there that she was found by Esme, who at the time was looking for fragrant apples to decorate the counter of her temporary home with her family.

Y/N could never be able to thank Esme enough for saving her life that day, if it weren't for the eldest, she would not have survived, already extremely weak and with fractures that caused irreversible damage to her organs, which would only lead to a slow death. Therefore, when Esme arrived at his house suddenly with the young woman in his arms, Carlisle spared no time before transforming her.

And then Y/N Cullen's new life began. She knew that hiding the whole truth wasn't right, but the last thing she wanted was to put the Cullen family in danger, already putting them at risk enough just by being with them.

"Are you sure you're ready to go back there, my love?" Jasper's question interrupted Y/N's triggered memories, and the girl was momentarily grateful that, with her magic, she could block Edward's reading.

"Yes, it's time to face those fears. Pack your bags, we'll leave at nightfall." Y/N informed decisively, turning around and going to her shared room with Jasper, finally being able to take a deep breath and organize her mind.

She needed to tell them before they put a foot in New Orleans, the girl knew that Niklaus would know of her arrival within seconds and she definitely didn't want to cause any more drama.

Y/N took out her phone and opened the contacts, her finger hovering over Elijah's contact, sighing and closing her eyes tightly before locking the screen, her last meeting with the Mikaelsons wasn't one of the best; Niklaus demanded that Y/N return home, despite her type of vampire being different, while Rebekah blamed herself for not having protected her enough before that night and Elijah tried to calm the whole situation, also begging her with his eyes to return to them, they missed her company, but she knew she couldn't, not at the time.

The girl shook her head, trying to shake off the thoughts, and picked up her and Jasper's bags, starting to organize the piles of clothes that she would take for both of them.

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"There, everyone's ready?" Emmett asked after loading all the bags into the four cars and closing the trunk of the last one. Everyone responded with a simple wave and got into their respective cars, Y/N heading to the car she would use with Jasper, getting into the passenger seat and waiting for the long journey to begin.

"Baby, what's going on? Ever since you decided to take us to New Orleans you've been quiet. You know if you don't want to go there, we can aways choose another place-" Jasper began, his right hand on Y/N's thigh as his eyes remained on the road in front of him, casting quick glances at his girlfriend.

"No Jas, I'm fine, just thinking... I wasn't completely truthful with you guys about my life before I turned." She said, looking closely at Jasper, waiting to see his reaction, but only received a nod as if to say "you can continue, I'm all ears". "I think it would be better for everyone to listen." Y/N muttered, pulling out her phone and quickly starting a group call with one person from each car.

"Y/N? Unless Jasper lost his hand, I don't see why you're calling us. Your car looks great." Rosalie was the first to answer, being in the car behind Jasper and Y/N.

Y/N let out a laugh while Jasper rolled his eyes, Rosalie could be sarcastic when she wanted.

"Hello to you too, Rose. I'm just calling you all because I think I should tell you everything before we get to New Orleans. I wasn't completely truthful in the life story I told you before." Y/N began, beginning her long and tragic life story, smiling small when she had everyone's attention.

"This is all... Wow." Alice muttered from Edward's car. "How come I didn't see any of this?"

"Like I said, I'm a witch, and even with the transformation, for some reason, my magic wasn't interrupted or broken, in fact it became stronger and I have more control over it, that's why you only see me in some of your visions and Edward only hears some of my thoughts, I decide what you can see and hear." Y/N explained, seeing a sideways smile spread across Jasper's face, he knew she didn't mention him because she didn't hide her emotions from him, she never did.

"I think it's a lot of information to digest in a short amount of time, but we understand why you kept it from us for so long and I'm grateful that you wanted to protect us all." Carlisle took the lead, followed by "uhum's" from everyone, Y/N sighed in relief.

"When we get there, are we going to stay at this Mikaelsons' house or...?" Alice asked, looking out the window at the constantly changing landscape.

"We're going to the house I grew up in, I never sold or rented it. It must be dusty, but I promise it's big enough for all of us."

"Just the fact that I won't need to sleep with Edweirdo makes it good enough for me." Emmett joked, everyone laughing simultaneously, which calmed the tension.

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It didn't take long for the traditional "Welcome to New Orleans" sign to appear up ahead.

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves, she couldn't imagine the Mikaelsons' reaction to seeing her again, so many years later. And she couldn't lie and say that she wasn't afraid of the Cullens' reaction to seeing what a mess her "other life" was.

The girl quickly took out her phone and opened the message group she shared with the Cullens.

"We arrived in the city that never sleeps, this is my home address, but you can just follow Jasper and I and we'll be there soon."

After sending the text, Y/N started giving Jasper directions to the entrances, trying not to look at the places they passed, as she knew she would get stuck in a memory loop. Finally, after many entrances, the girl saw the house where she spent her adolescence and early youth, smiling small as she felt her eyes fill with tears.

"It's that one over there." She said, pointing to the two-story house with a light pink fence in the front and pastel yellow curtains, just like her grandmother liked.

It wasn't long before the family found themselves unloading the suitcases from the cars and taking them to the living room, Emmett cracking jokes while Esme scolded him and Alice talked about all the clothing and shoe stores she saw on the way there.

A sound of approaching footsteps caught the family's attention, and they looked up to see a blond, green-eyed man approaching with an expression of anger and surprise.

"So it's true?" He spoke up, making Y/N freeze in the middle of the room, her hand dropping the backpack she was holding. "Y/N Bishop-Mikaelson everyone!" The man continued loudly with an ironic tone and sarcastic smile, opening his arms.

"Nik." Y/N whispered, closing her eyes tightly.

"Did you finally remember that you have a family, Y/N? Or did you come to ask for help with some nonsense you got into?" Niklaus asked rhetorically, staring at the entrance where he could see the girl's silhouette.

"Niklaus, please." Y/N spoke, turning and leaving the house, stopping a few meters away from the older man.

The hybrid stopped for a few seconds, analyzing the girl he saw as a daughter before she disappeared from his life, and the only girl Niklaus would set the world on fire if necessary, besides his brothers.

"Why did you come back?" He asked, crossing his arms, as if he was in charge of the city, which in a way is not a lie.

"We were in trouble in Forks and needed some time away." She responded with a sigh, quickly glancing at the Cullens behind her, who were paying attention to the moment without trying to interfere.

"Problems?" Nik paused for a second, a thread of worry passing through his eyes, which was quickly drowned out. "And do you find refuge here?" His nervous tone returned.

"Yes Niklaus, if you don't remember, I grew up here and my entire lineage is from here, I have the right to return to my home." Y/N argued, taking a rigid stance, pointing to her own chest.

"Oh, now New Orleans is your home? Funny how-"

"That's enough Niklaus." A second male voice came before the vision of a dark-skinned man wearing an expensive suit emerged.

"Great, a family reunion! Just what I needed right now." Y/N spoke with false excitement, rolling her eyes.

"Good to see you too Y/N." Elijah spoke, stopping next to Klaus and looking at everyone behind the Mikaelson girl, noticing their uncomfortable expressions at the sudden encounters and barbs exchanged between Nik and Y/N. "Why don't we have dinner at our house with everyone and... talk? We miss you Y/N and it would be great to meet the ones you consider family. If they're important to you, they're important to us too." He finished, sending a quick smile to the Cullens and receiving ones in return.

It would be long months.

[truetogaia]

What would you guys say if I wrote some Twilight blurbs and drabbles? hrmmmm.. its twilight season after all.. and I'm only just getting into the third book... for the third time..

the aesthetic has me curling up in bed crying 🤧

[emmie-tt]

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Eternity more to come...

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[ervotica]

Ik this isn’t part of the prompt but can u plz do a eclipse Jasper x human reader whenever she can feel her anxiety worsen or even a panic attack about to start Jasper uses his ability to calm her down (since he can manipulate emotions/moods) and he usually does it by talking to her and kissing her gently🥹😭

summary; jasper eases your anxiety and kisses away all your worries.

warnings; fem!reader, reader w anxiety, soft, soft!jasper, jasper uses his gift on reader but it’s sweet, pure fluff! no use of y/n

Jasper's rasping Southern lilt pulls you out of your haze; he can feel the rushing thrum of your pulse beneath your skin, the way you tense and burrow further into the comfort of the blanket that’s loosely draped over your shoulders. You're vacant, eyes glassy and unfocused despite the lively chatter of the Cullen house, the raucous booming of Emmett’s voice and Rosalie’s quiet scolding that follows as the rest of the family talk animatedly. This upcoming fight has everyone on edge and it’s evident in your stance, the way you curl up small on the couch and wring your fingers until they flush ruby.

"Hey, sugar," Jasper murmurs, a finger hooking over your cheek to draw your gaze to his own. It's a miracle he can stand to be so close to you now, almost desensitised to your scent, the warmth of your touch, the ravenous hunger that claws at his throat when you're close. Your eyes crinkle at the corners, carving lines into the soft skin when your eyes meet his.

"Hey, Jas."

His icy lips are on your cheek and you soak up his touch, resisting the urge to lean into it as you really want to, still cautious of overwhelming him. The sense of calm that washes over you feels artificial, the only indicator that the feeling isn’t quite your own, but rather the emotion that Jasper is weaving into your frazzled nerves as the anxiety untangles like yarn and dissipates. The crushing thunderstorm is reduced to small, sweeping waves that lap at the corners of your mind but no longer engulf it.

You accept the feeling regardless of its origin, your muscles uncoiling as Jasper strokes slow lines over your cheekbone. Your eyes track the swish of his blond tresses when his head dips further, the bridge of his nose pressed to your cheek, and one golden eye that watches you right back.

His mouth ventures to the corner of your lips and you feel the imprint of his smile as you giggle and your features scrunch with unbridled adoration. It’s a rare display of such emboldened affection from him and you’ll be damned if you don’t wring him for every ounce whilst he’s willing to offer it.

All background noise melts away when he catches your lips between his own. You gasp a sweet little noise into his mouth and he swallows it greedily; the feel of his cold fingers on your cheek brands you, leaving a lasting tingle that reminds you that you’re his and his only. He nips at your bottom lip, the ghost of a laugh echoing against your mouth when you whine and cant your body towards his, wanting, needing, to be close. His forehead stays anchored to your own when he draws himself away.

"You’re beautiful," he murmurs. "My beautiful girl."

The cadence of his voice alone is enough to have you going soft and pliant in his grasp, tired eyes watching his every move as he nudges your chin upwards and presses another gentle peck to your mouth.

"Everything’s gonna be jus’ fine, okay?" he coos, gathering you up and into his arms in a way that has you biting your lip to suppress a whimper. "And then we’ll have forever, my darlin’."

"You promise?" He almost laughs at your question, but he hears the warble in your voice, feels the tightening of your fingers against the sleeve of his shirt, and he knows you need the reassurance. Something white-hot lights in his chest, fondness and something deep and primal all mixed into one— the urge to protect you always, no matter the cost, even if the world burns to ashes. He’ll protect you always.

"I promise." He sits back until you’re tucked beneath his arm, pushing stray curls out of your face as you nestle into the crook of his armpit. "Why don’t you sleep for a little while? You need it."

Suddenly the ruckus of the Cullen house dulls in your ears, your only focus on the blond you’re tucked against, his fingers curling around the blanket to pull it flush to your frame. The last thing you register is his arms tightening around you as you doze, and an arm hiking you into his lap when you go limp against him.

[ohyoudosmellgood]

just met peter facinelli and asked him what he thought is most compelling about carlisle as a character:

„with carlisle there’s a feeling of calm, even when there‘s chaos.“

and that’s actually so true and poetic? calling all fanfiction authors to go and pick that line up.

[fandom-kiddo]

I heard you needed requests!

what about like Edward or any of the other vampires with a little that’s human but bites thing

I think that would be cute cause vampires bite and now their little is copying them by biting things

Your wish is my command!

How Edward and The Cullens react to a little who bites!

Edward

Definitely a bit startled by it initially!

Since his skin is so tough human teeth can’t even scratch it, he very strongly discourages you biting him

Will buy you teethers though

“Are my darlings teeth coming in?”

Will think it’s so cute and just shake his head at you

While you’ve never seen him or the others eat, you picked up the habit somehow

If you insist on biting him then he will compromise and let you nibble on his fingers real soft!

He will lie and say your teeth are so strong that it hurts if you bite too hard

In reality he doesn’t want his little one to hurt their teeth

Alice

Similarly to Edward and the rest of the Cullen’s, she will redirect your biting too

The minute your little mouth goes ‘ahh’ she’s putting a pacifier in your mouth

100% calls you baby bear for the biting

She knows you do it to imitate them so it makes her happy

Will 100% match your energy and pretend to bite you.

We’re talking doin the Minecraft eating sound and going om nom nom on your neck just to hear you giggle.

Would rather you chew on teethers or chew toys then ever try to bite her skin

She knows it’s like marble and it’s too tough for baby teeth :(

Will similarly let you nibble her fingers as long as you don’t actually bite down

Does think it’s super cute

Jasper

Battle scars✨

Will let you bite him more than the rest of the cullens

He’s already got pre done bites so you can bite in those

But don’t bite down harder

Thinks your biting is very cute and will, similarly to Alice, fake bite at you

But fs when he has a little more self control

Overall matches the vibe

Does try to redirect you

If you chew on his clothes tho he doesn’t care too much

Is pretty fine with you chewing on stuff as long as you don’t hurt your teeth

Rosalie

Isn’t the fondest of the chewing

Tbh kinda concerned by it

“Are you hungry sweetheart?”

She asks when you first start biting

When she realizes you just like biting and chewing on stuff, she isn’t too fond of you biting on her

“Sweetheart, you can’t chew on mommy, you’ll hurt your baby teeth”

Will buy you chew toys and other stuff just for redirecting you

If you prefer pacifiers, she’ll get the extra tough ones

Will 100% give your pacifier a little kiss or rub noses with you.

Emmett

Bites back(he doesn’t actually bite he’s too scared of hurting you)

Also calls you baby bear

When you are feeling bitey he will grab your teether or chew toy and tug on it

Loves tug of war

Will growl while tugging fs

Will let you nibble at him but he doesn’t let you bite down hard

“Baby, you can’t bite daddy too hard like that, it hurts sweetness.”

It doesn’t actually hurt him he just says it so you won’t bite hard

Esme

She’s a mom

So she is going to scold about the biting

“Hey, no biting sweetheart” she scolds

She’s worried about your teeth bless her

She is the biggest pattern interrupter

So she buys you teethers and chewlery and chew toys

Since you can sometimes be a hardcore chewer she’s keeps extra, not to mention has strict rules on if one is wearing out to let her know

She doesn’t want her baby to choke!

Will also get you really chew intensive snacks or gum to keep you occupied

Carlisle

He’s a doctor okay

He gets specific state of the art chew toys and stuff

Just so they are the best they can be for teeth

He’s especially worried if you try to bite him

It’s not the action as much as his worry for your teeth against what is essentially stone

“Ah, ah, little one. Use one of your chew toys, biting daddy is bad for your teeth, darling.”

Lowkey a stickler about it too

Like esme, he stays stocked

Same rules about worried about you choking

If you feel like really chewing hard the only semi bad thing he will allow is you chewing ice

He secretly does love hearing you crunch away at the cubes

He will even make sure to keep ice in the house he knows you like chewing

(Real ice chewers know there is a very big diff in the cubes)

[bambieyedoll]

⊹ ⋆ ꒰ఎﾟMOODBOARD ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹

past lovers 2 - jasper hale x reader

jasper’s eyes locked in your familiar long hair as you walked into the school building. it couldn’t be. it wasn’t possible, he told himself. in complete trance, he followed you inside ignoring the voice of his confused siblings calling for him. he had to see you. he spotted you across the multitude of students, walking into the director’s office. jasper swore he could go mad crazy right there and then. the ache in his chest telling him to go hold you, to kneel before you and promise his eternal devotion to you in this life and the next one. as he reached for the door handle, it suddenly opened and next thing he knew, your beautiful eyes looked up at him. those eyes. the ones he had lost himself into countless of times before. it was you. you were back. and this time he wouldn’t make the same mistakes.

[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

Carlisle Cullen x Fem Reader (2)

This fic is a continuation of this drabble here.

Warnings: mentions of death, destruction and one curse word. Edward is not manipulative or controlling in this au.

“It’s all going to be all right Bella,” Alice soothed.  “(Name) won’t mind if this runs over time.”

“But it’s her birthday,” Bella protested.  “She shouldn’t be worried about us.”

“She won’t be worried about us,” Edward replied.  “She and Carlisle are spending time together.”

Bella cheered up at that; seeing you and Carlisle together was like witnessing everything romantic in the world all at once.

“At the back there, pay attention!” Mr. Mason barked. 

Edward, Bella, Alice, and Jasper murmured apologies.

“Now that we are all focusing and not distracted, perhaps you can describe the painting that we are standing in front of.”

“They were talking about Edward’s mom’s birthday,” Mike interjected.  Mr. Mason ignored the comment in favour of staring at Edward until he began to speak.

“This painting is part of a series of three paintings called La Purga.  They depict the destruction of Olympus by its own King.”

Mr. Mason’s expression became a little less severe, “Miss Cullen, what is the backstory of the paintings?”

Alice needlessly cleared her throat, “The story behind these paintings is that the King of Olympus, Zeus, feared that someone he was related to would destroy Olympus.  He slaughtered everyone that he shared a bond with.  There are many interpretations regarding Zeus’ final fate but the prevailing theory is that his own power destroyed him.  In the last painting, the artist leads you to believe that his lightning rebounded and killed him.”

Bella looked at the bottom right corner of the painting where the artist had signed.  The writing seemed familiar and the longer Bella stared at the signature, the more she realised it was an anagram.  Reshuffling the letters in her mind, she came up with a recognisable name.  Rosalie Hale.

As Alice drove her to the Cullen’s home, Bella voiced her thoughts.  Alice grinned, “Rosalie may have painted the picture, but who do you think told her the story?  The real story?”

“No way!”  Bella gasped.  “I thought Zeus killed anyone even slightly related to him?”

Alice shook her head with the grin still on her face, “Zeus couldn’t detect (Name) when she lived with the Volturi which is how she met Carlisle.”

“Zeus was destroyed by his own power.”  Bella breathed, “Which was wielded by his own daughter.”

Jasper leaned forward, “As Emmett always says, ‘Mom’s a badass.’  To date, she is one of the only outsiders to have the Volturi’s respect.” 

[kiiwiigii]

Beautiful

Jasper x Fem!Reader

Summary: Jasper helps you calm down in the middle of a rough day.

Warnings:

Fluff

Word Count: 800+

Requested?: Yes! By @twilightlover2007 Enjoy sweet pea!

May I request Jasper helping his mate through a bad ADHD day? Her clothes are bugging her and all she wants to do is curl up in a soft fuzzy blanket.  Sounds are too loud and she just wants to listen to rain. Her mind is buzzing like an angry bee and she just wants to not think. Jasper is her safe space helping her tune out the world. Please and thank you!(let me know if you have any question!)

A/N: My first Jasper fic! Yay!

I couldn’t even think. Or rather, I was overthinking. My thoughts were scrambled and I couldn't clear my head no matter how hard I tried. There was too much going on. It was too loud. Too many voices. Too many sounds. My clothes were too scratchy, making my skin itch all over. And it was too bright. I twitched and fidgeted in my chair. I just wanted to go home and curl up in bed.  

I slumped down into my seat, my head on my desk. I hated study hall. It was always too overstimulating, and I couldn’t calm down long enough to focus on anything. Instead, I just tended to panic. 

In fact, I could feel that panic starting to build. 

There was a knock on the door. 

“Y/N?" 

I looked up at Mrs. Snyder, her aging face made more severe by her gray hair she often pulled back into a bun. I was surprised to see Jasper standing next to her. My heart leapt at the sight of him, a small smile on his face. His eyes were a bright molten gold, and I knew he had fed over the weekend.  

"Jasper says you have a joint project that you’re working on for history. Why don’t you head to the library?" 

I looked confused before quickly schooling my expression into one of acknowledgment and had to keep myself from moving too fast in my excitement to get away. I met Jasper by the door, which he graciously held open for me. 

"Ma'am.” He inclined his head at me playfully. 

“Why thank you, sir.” I drawled, imitating his accent. 

Jasper full-out grinned. 

Score for me. 

Once outside the classroom, Jasper pulled me into his arms, his calming scent washing over me, and I felt the calming waves of his gift following right behind. I sighed, finally able to relax in the quiet of the hall, my panic starting to ebb. 

“I’m sorry, Jazz.” I whispered into his chest. “Did I distract you?" 

"You always distract me.” He answered quietly. 

His hands rubbed up and down my back soothingly. 

“Let’s get out of here, darlin’." 

I looked up at him in surprise. 

"Why Jasper Hale! Are you suggesting that we skip school??" 

He shushed me with a finger to my lips, looking around conspiratorially.  

"The others might hear." 

I snorted. "I don’t think they care, Jazz." 

Jasper cocked his head to the side for a moment. 

"Alice disagrees." 

"Love you too, Al."

Jasper chuckled before pulling away and taking my hand, placing a light kiss across my knuckles. 

"Come on, darlin’." 

We walked out of the building and across the back field until we were in the woods, just out of sight. Jasper picked me up, swinging me onto his back. 

"Hold on." 

I tightened my arms around him as he took off, burying my face in the back of his neck. In less than a minute we were in my backyard, and Jasper had scaled the side of the house to my third-story window. It slid open easily and he helped me inside. 

"I thought we discussed not leaving your window unlocked.” He frowned disapprovingly as he shut it, flicking the lock closed with emphasis.  

I gave him an innocent smile as I began taking my top off. Jasper was suddenly facing the other direction, combing through my dresser, before handing me my favorite soft top and pajama bottoms.  

“Nice try, darlin’." 

But his tone gave him away. I had taken him by surprise, and it was a nice distraction from my itchy skin and still buzzing thoughts. I quickly changed, Jasper turning around right as I finished pulling my top down. He stood there for a moment, just watching me with a content look on his face. I fidgeted with the long sleeves of my top. 

"What?” I asked nervously. 

He grinned and shook his head. “You’re beautiful." 

I blushed a bright red as he pulled me in close, arms wrapping around my waist. I felt his emotions flood through me for a brief moment and I was stunned into silence at his sincerity. 

"You’re beautiful and you’re mine. All mine. Like you were made just for me."

I buried my head into his chest again, a giddy embarrassment flooding through me. His fingers found their way under my chin, tilting my head back as he ducked his head, lip caressing mine in a sweet but deep kiss.

After a moment he let me go so I could breathe and led me over to the bed, pulling me next to him and covering us both with my favorite blanket and then a second to keep me warm from his cold body. 

I let myself sink further into him, my muscles relaxing as his scent invaded my nose. Jasper’s hand trailed through my hair soothingly, his chin resting on top of my head. Before long I could hear the rain pelting against my window, lulling me into a light sense of sleep.

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[cielito--lindo]

“Shitshitshitshit” Bella muttered. This is just great, fucking perfect timing. She heard a soft knock on the door

“You okay?” Edward called out “Not to be weird, but you’ve been in there longer than usual.”

“Uh, it’s fine.” Bella stared at her blood stain on her panties. Brand new fuckin’ panties. She leaned over, praying to whatever God was out there and checked the bathroom drawers. Of course, they were empty. Vampires can’t have periods, idiot.

Bella was usually pretty good about keeping track of her period, keeping a box of pads in her car or one in her bag. She ran out last month and just kept forgetting to restock; it was on her to-do list and she thought she had enough time. Especially since her period app told her she wasn’t due until next week. She could hear some commotion outside the door, it sounded like the Cullen siblings hushed fighting.

“Can one of you just check Carlisle’s office or something?” Edward asked, coming back from the hallway “I don’t need Jasper’s ability to tell how embarrassed she is right now.”

“Ah yes, let me just raid our father’s office for some menstrual products that I’m definitely sure he has” Rosalie rolled her eyes “Your her partner! Not to mention her vampiric partner! You couldn’t tell she was due?”

Jasper snorted “For having the worst case of vampire blue balls, you’d think you’d notice any change in her scent. Hell, I smelled it the moment y’all pulled into the driveway. It’s hard to ignore. Old blood is still blood.”

“Maybe don’t let Bella know you could smell that, I guess it’s a sensitive topic for women.” Alice murmured. Edward looked over to her, silently asking for her help “Don’t look at me, I don’t even remember having a period!”

Emmett sighed as he stood up “Y’all are ridiculous, we could’ve already helped Bella with the amount of time we’ve spent bickering about it.” He took off upstairs towards his and Rosalie’s bedroom.

The rest of the Cullen siblings looked at each other in confusion “I didn’t think he would get that upset about this.” Rosalie commented.

Jasper cocked his head to the side. Emmett wasn’t upset, he would’ve known. There was an aura of annoyance and concern, but tinged with another emotion he couldn’t place. It felt familiar somehow, he knew he had sensed it before.

Out of all the Cullen siblings, Emmett was the one who experienced and embraced the full scale of, what was once human, emotions. Carlisle was always cool and collected, Esme radiated contentment, Edward was always slightly panicked, Rosalie was ever annoyed, and Alice...well Alice could be unpredictable sometimes.

Edward’s ears perked up as he heard Emmett come back down the stairs towards the hallway bathroom. Bella heard another soft knock on the door “Edward, I’m almost out, I swear!” She called out, not breaking her focus of creating a pad out of toilet paper. It was rudimentary, but desperate times and whatever.

“Hey, Baby B?”

“Emmett?” There was rustling and then she saw something sliding out from the door. “Oh thank fuck” Bella breathed out. She leaned over and picked up the pad from the floor, the plastic wrapper crinkling in her hands.

“I didn’t know if you used pads, but I got some tampons too if you used those instead?” Emmett asked. She felt her eyes water up slightly at the concern in his voice. “No, Em, this is great. You’re a lifesaver, thank you!”

Emmett smiled, pride swelling in his chest “I got you, sis. We’re in the living room when you’re all done. Also I know you, don’t start on that I’m an embarrassed human who gets embarrassed about normal human things” He mimicked her, putting on a high pitched voice.

He walked back to his siblings after hearing Bella laugh. He looked up to find 4 pairs of eyes staring at him. He looked around confused. “What?”

“Dude what was that?” Edward asked.

“What was what?” “Where did you get those?” Rosalie looked up at him “Wait, how long have you been keeping pads and tampons in our bathroom?”

Emmett thought back for a moment “After a month of having Bells around. Mainly after I was sure that Ed-boy wouldn’t drain her dry.” That earned him a punch in the shoulder from Edward. “I mean, why would you have them anyway?”

“Once I realized that Eddie was gonna be preoccupied on how to bone Bella without killing her” smack “OW! I got some just in case she forgot, she’s pretty good about keeping track, so I never thought she would have to use them until now, I guess.” He was still met with skepticism and confusion.

Emmett sighed and rubbed the back of his neck “I had little sisters and I always made sure they had their monthly supplies.”

Rosalie smiled softly and took his hand into hers. She knew how much it still hurt Emmett to talk about the family he had to leave behind. “Ma and Pa had them working on the farm and keeping focus on their studies, this was something I could help them with. I would even make sure to save a little extra at the end of the month to buy them a little piece of chocolate, I overheard Ma talking about how it would make them feel better once.” A fond smile tugged at the corner of Emmett’s mouth.

Fondness, Jasper realized. He was sensing fondness coming from his brother. Emmett was the only one of them that had sisters when he was turned. Well, Alice wasn’t sure if she had siblings at all. “Bella’s family now, so I wanna make sure she’s comfortable with us. And you” He jabbed a finger playfully at Edward “need to start paying attention to that shit if you really wanna keep Baby B human. Just because you’ve been alive longer doesn’t mean you aren’t still younger than me. At least my frontal lobe was more developed before I got turned.” Jasper snorted at that little dig.

Edward closed his eyes and sighed in resignation “Yeah, yeah you’re right.” Hearing the bathroom door creak open, they whipped their heads over to Bella. She wiped her hands on her jeans and looked up, startled, noticing the attention on her “You know I don’t think I’ll ever get used to you guys staring at me like that.” She grinned “Thanks again, Em.”

He matched her grin “No worries, sis.”

[vanteguccir]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ twilight, again. another ending. no matter how perfect the day is, it always has to end ❞

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❆ - angst ✮ - smut ❀ - fluff

── ୨୧ !　family reunion | j.h. [ ❆❀ ]

when Edward decides to leave Bella behind for her own safety, Y/N take the lead to take the Cullens to the town where she grew up, with her only concern being how to explain for them her real there.

── ୨୧ !　I love you | p.l. [ ❀ ]

where Paul finally gets the courage to say "I love you" for the first time.

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[astraule]

"You're Safe With Me"

Pairing: Alice x Reader Song: Change - Big Thief “Death, like a door to a place we’ve never been before.” Tags: Angst, losing a child, trauma, sharing trauma, helping through angst, soft kiss. Y/N: Vampire fem!reader. Word Count: 1.6 K Summary: You and Alice stood on her balcony, looking up at the stars. As time went by, you developed a fondness for her and her family, feeling comfortable enough to open up about your past. A few weeks later, while back on the balcony, you confessed that you had never shared your story with anyone before. Alice listened closely and you both shared a touching moment, as you were moved by her thoughtfulness.

3RD POV: (Alice’s Room Balcony)

Alice focused her eyes on you, a curious sparkle in their depths as you both leaned your elbows on her balcony with your arms crossed, looking up at the star-filled night sky. "It’s been an adventure of a few weeks for you, hasn't it?" she said. You shrugged a bit and said, "I'm used to hostility; though your family has been surprisingly nice to me, making my travels a great deal more enjoyable." Not more than a few weeks ago, you were roaming untrodden lands as a nomad, stumbling upon the vampires who possessed the land, the Cullens.

"Though I'm enjoying myself, it's time I need to get going soon. I sense danger just out of sight, and I would not wish to make a mistake on your land." You breathed a sigh as you spoke. "That's the problem with living close to werewolf territory; you can never be at ease." Alice responded, looking back up at the sparkling stars in the sky.

"While it seems a little early for you to go, I get that the last few weeks have been tough, especially with getting used to the rules on our land and vegetarian ways. I'm sure we can figure out a way to make your stay longer," Alice spoke once more. You could tell that Alice had developed a liking for you, and it appeared her family felt the same; they were all very approachable. Each one of them had distinct qualities that really made them stand out.

The leader of the coven, Carlisle Cullen, was incredibly wise; you could ask him anything, and he would give you a thoughtful and detailed answer. Esme Cullen, the matriarch of the group, exuded warmth and kindness, embodying the nurturing presence of a mother you had been missing for a while now. Emmett Cullen, the muscle of the coven, was a fantastic fighter, always eager to challenge you to a friendly spar. Rosalie Hale, known for her breathtaking beauty, had a passion for fixing and tinkering with cars, you were happy to lend a hand with your limited skills. 

Jasper Hale, the newest to embrace the vegetarian lifestyle before you arrived, was insightful, and you often enjoyed quiet moments together in the living room, each lost in your own book. Edward Cullen, the youngest member, had an incredible talent for playing the piano, you loved to sing along with his melodies. Bella Swan-Cullen, the latest addition to the family, radiated a gentle calmness, and you treasured your time together, sharing books and music, often losing track of time in deep conversations about your favorite stories. Alice Cullen, the most enchanting of them all, added a whimsical touch to your life, and you loved trying on the unique outfits she created for you.

They had confided in you about the complex details of their lives, especially the captivating stories of how they became vampires. For some time, you held back your own story, struggling with the guilt of not being honest with them. Alice often expressed her desire for you to stay with them, and her family appeared to be welcoming as well. Still, the idea of staying without sharing your truth felt like a heavy burden on your shoulders.

"I used to be a singer," you said, cutting through the silence that lingered between you and Alice. Her eyes narrowed, picking up on the change in the mood. Taking a deep breath, you walked back through the balcony door and into her room, you made your way to the living room where the rest of the Cullens were waiting, with Alice following closely behind you.

(Living Room)

You told the story as if it were just yesterday, back in 1962 when you were just 21 years old. Coming from a family of musicians, you were ready to carve out your own path in the world. The memory of that cold November night was clear, as you stepped out of the venue, surrounded by two bodyguards who protected you from the crowds of fans that had gathered.

You walked gracefully, the sound of your kitten heels tapping on the pavement as you acknowledged your fans, the gold bracelets on your wrist jingling softly. After getting into your limousine, you reached your hotel smoothly. Later that night, around 12:06 AM, you felt the urge to go out for a bite to eat. Without your bodyguards, the streets of Los Angeles seemed surprisingly peaceful, though not completely empty. Wanting to keep a low profile, you chose a casual outfit and wore just one bracelet, hoping to blend in with the few night owls around.

As you approached a familiar part of the city, it felt oddly quiet for this time of day. Suddenly, a young woman with striking silver hair came up to you. She looked to be in her early twenties, about your age. “Y/N L/N, I’m such a huge fan,” she said, her voice smooth and comforting, and her beauty was undeniable. “Could I get your autograph?” she asked, holding out a small notebook and a pen. Unlike the usual crowds of fans, she kept a respectful distance, radiating a sense of calm and genuine admiration. ‘An autograph wouldn’t hurt, and then I can grab a bite,’ you thought as you reached for the pen. Just then, a sharp sting shot through your wrist, making you wince and shut your eyes for a moment. When you opened them again, the woman had disappeared.

You looked down at your wrist, where a large bite mark disfigured your skin. Confusion swirled in your mind for a few moments before a sharp pain shot through you, forcing you to tear off the bracelet that adorned your wrist. You stumbled into a desolate alley, overwhelmed by the agony. Your transformation consumed the entire night, leaving you alone and without anyone to help you navigate this new reality. As dawn broke, you sought refuge in an abandoned house, escaping the city under the cover of darkness. The bracelet, stained with your blood, was later found by police, engraved with the words, ‘To Y/N from daddy, I love you princess.’ This marked the beginning of grievance; fans mourned the loss of their beloved singer, your father grieved for his princess, and your mother faced the heartbreak of losing her only child.

The situation was tough for everyone, no one could really move on from the loss of what was Y/N. Your parents felt the weight of the heartache deeply; your mother was forever altered, often retreating to your childhood room, crying as she held onto your cherished stuffed animals. Your father, consumed by his own grief, found it too painful to enter that space, unable to help his wife through her suffering. As time passed, you would sometimes catch yourself looking through the windows of your old home, witnessing your mother’s sorrow and your father’s struggle to cope with reality.

"I was once adored as one of the greatest singers of my time, a cherished daughter, and a devoted friend. But then, one fateful night altered everything, leaving me confined to this existence." As you finished your story, Alice embraced you, fully understanding the difficulty of sharing your experiences. “We’re genuinely sorry for what you’ve been through, Y/N. If anyone can relate to your suffering, it’s us,” Carlisle said.

"We know we can't erase your pain completely, but we truly want to help you find your way through it," Bella said, holding Edward's hand firmly. Esme softly stood up from the couch and tapped Alice on the shoulder, encouraging her to let go of the hug and sit down. Esme then wrapped you in a warm, motherly hug, providing comfort and reassurance.

Esme’s embrace was as comforting as your mother’s hugs. She would wrap you in her arms whenever you were hurt, kissing your scrapes as if her touch could make them better. On days when you felt unwell, she often made warm soup to help you feel better. She read you bedtime stories, always remembering to turn on the nightlight before quietly leaving the room. Your mother had always dreamed of having a child, and you were that dream come true for her. The pain and heartache a parent feels when losing a child is beyond any single word.

As you settled into Esme's arms, your voice shook as you murmured, "Mom." Tears glistened in her eyes at the sound of that name, a mix of joy and sorrow swelling in her heart. "I've got you now, sweetheart," she comforted you, wrestling with the guilt of taking on a role meant for your true mother, yet fully aware of your need for this comfort.

(Alice’s Room Balcony, Few Weeks Later)

“I’ve never told that story to anyone before,” you confessed with a sigh, feeling Alice lean her head on your shoulder. “I truly admire your dedication, Y/N,” she said with warmth. “I hope we can make you feel completely at home here.”

“There’s a warmth inside me that tells me I’m going to love it here,” you replied softly as Alice lifted her head from your shoulder, and you turned to meet her gaze. “I made this for you; it was supposed to be a surprise, but I just couldn’t hold it in any longer,” she said, pulling out a golden bracelet from her pocket, beautifully engraved with the words ‘To Y/N from daddy, I love you princess.’ It was an exact replica of the one from years ago. You extended your arm, and as she fastened it around your wrist, just above your bite mark, tears began to well up in your eyes.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d like it, so I set aside all my visions and just made it,” she said, her eyes focused on the bracelet. You couldn’t resist cupping her face in your hands, pulling her in for a kiss that lasted a few moments. When you finally pulled back, you smiled and said, “I really love it, Alice.”

This is honestly the most emotional fanfic I've ever written. I really hope you enjoy reading it as much as I loved creating it!

[emmie-tt]

Going to start the Jasper Hale series!!!

Jasper Hale x Wife!reader (AVENGERS CROSSOVER) : you got married about a year before he went “missing” and after he ran away from Maria she went after you only for her to send you to hydra after seeing potential. When you return from Hydra you find out what she did to Jasper and kill her. Flash forward to now you get a call that Carlisle needs help protecting his family from the volturi and you see someone you thought you never would…

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[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Wildest dreams, pt. 28

Summary: Paul's gone. While the search for him is ongoing, Y/N is back home, awaiting his return.

Warnings: angst, fluff, sexual innuendos, swearing, talking about death, mental health issues and suicide

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Tucking her legs under her, Y/N stares out the window. It’s been unusually cold lately, the skies turning darker with each passing day. The clouds are getting lower, spreading among the trees surrounding her home. Whenever autumn comes knocking, Y/N welcomes the rainy days and moody weather with both arms. She didn’t detest the cold as she once did, because Paul would always hold her a little bit closer. He’d often kiss her until they both struggled to keep their hands to each other and she had to beg for mercy before they were both late for work. It’s not like he’d kiss her any less in the summer, it’s just that he’s aware his warmth in already warm days is harder for Y/N’s body to handle. It’s why he’d give her space from time to time. Y/N hated that. That’s why she’d turn down the AC to freezing cold temperatures all the time just so she could enjoy Paul’s cuddles more.

She misses his cuddles now.

It’s been five days since Paul went out of the Cullen’s house and shifted into a wolf. When he’d lose his temper, Paul would be back by nightfall and Y/N never needed to worry. This felt different. Jacob didn’t tell her much at first, trying to sugarcoat what they’d discovered, but she wasn’t letting up. She could never let up when Paul was involved.

“You need to hear it from him, not me,” Jacob sighs.

Pinching the bridge of her nose, Y/N frowns deeply. “I don’t know what’s happening, but I know I feel that his heart is shattered and I -”, she pauses as a sob threatens to escape her. “I never feel his emotions unless they’re at an extreme and his pain is suffocating me right now.”

“It’s a deeply personal thing I can’t imagine Paul would want you to talk to us about.”

Chuckling dryly, she points a finger at Jacob’s chest. “You have no idea what he or I would want. You weren’t here when we were building this relationship from the ground up! You weren’t here as we grew up and you sure as hell weren’t here when we learned each other’s hearts by heart! So don’t tell me what he would or wouldn’t want, because I know what he wants, and that is me! And if he is in this state because he believes he’s done something that will take me away from him, I need to know what the fuck it is so I can convince him it isn’t his fault and that–,“ belting over she lets a shuddered breath pass her lips. Clutching her chest, Y/N’s knees hit the ground with a loud sob echoing throughout the room. Jacob’s quick to wrap his arms around her, looking at Edward in distress.

“She’s overwhelmed”, Edward explains before glancing at Jasper, who seems devastated by the constant waves of pure anguish coming off of Y/N.

In the blink of an eye, Jasper is beside Y/N, his hand running up and down her back as she gasps for breath. All the pain and confusion coursing through her blood is nearly enough to make anyone insane. Even Jasper is barely holding it together as he takes some of her pain, replacing the tsunami of negative emotions with a sense of tranquility.

It doesn’t take long for Y/N’s breathing to return to normal, but her tears don’t dry. Jasper can manipulate her emotions, but he can’t trick her body into forgetting everything.

“Just tell me,” she pleads. “I need to know how to bring him back home.”

“He’s found out you’d possess a rare ability if you were to join our family,” Carlisle answers, and her eyes find him immediately. “One that the Volturi would never allow to exist. That means they’d kill you if you were to change.”

Wiping her tears with the back of her hand, she furrows her eyebrows. “Then I won’t shift and it won’t be a problem.”

“Aro will know,” Alice chimes in. “He can read every thought anyone’s ever had just by touch. He’d find out about you. Even as a human, you’d be a threat. The potential you carry is enough for him to act.”

Letting out a heavy breath, Y/N shakes her head. “How do you even know I might have this power?”

“We asked a member of our extended family to visit,” Alice replies. “We didn’t want to take risks when it came to you. A Quileute imprint.”

“And if you didn’t? If he never told you what potential I carry? If we never even mentioned the possibility of me being part of your family?”

“You’d have never gone through what Paul saw the day he imprinted on you.”

“A self-actualizing prophesy,” Y/N nods. “Is it really as bad as it seems?” Y/N asks Alice. “Paul has always seemed traumatized by it, but he’s my imprint. Is it really a horrid way to die?”

For the first time, Y/N noticed emotions in the Cullens. The Cullens' stony faces are difficult to read by humans, but Y/N can no longer ignore the emotions she notices in them. It’s on all their faces–compassion and pity most of all.

“Okay then”, Y/N forces a small smile as she uses Jacob’s shoulders to help herself stand. Jasper doesn’t hesitate, holding her up as she stumbles during her attempt.

“We need to find my fiancé,” Y/N purses her lips. “Jacob,” she sighs. “Please find him and bring him back to me.”

“I will do my best,” he promises. “But it’s not easy when we get into this headspace. It once took me an entire summer to return to my human form.”

Nodding, she swallows thickly. “Tell him I need him. Tell him I love him and I don’t care about anything other than spending the rest of my life with him. I want to get married and I want us to live every single day to the fullest.”

“I’ll gather the rest of the pack still willing to shift,” Jacob pecks her forehead. “We can cover more ground and drag him back if necessary.”

As Jacob walks toward the door, he’s stopped as her fingers coil around his pinky finger–the only part of him she could reach as he all but ran to fulfill his promise.

“Don’t let him see me breaking down. He can’t ever know.”

Ever since, Y/N waited for her soulmate to return to her. Embry, Quill, and Seth joined Jacob in their search the very first night. Sam and his eldest son waited for Leah and her husband, Owen, to come from Port Angeles before joining the very next day.

Emily would visit with her youngest every morning. Y/N’d have her dad over for lunch, but it didn’t help distract her as much. The greatest thing Sam has ever done for her was give her and Paul his blessing to clue her father in. She didn’t tell him she was marked for certain death. It would kill him to know, but he knows enough to be aware her life is in danger. She told him Paul’s off with the pack trying to hunt down a rogue cold one, protecting the tribe. Kim and Jared would come over every other night for dinner. Y/N imagines it’s because they feel guilty about Jared’s lack of involvement in the search for Paul. He’s not shifted in so long, the human part of him is much stronger than the wolf. Y/N supposes they didn’t want to halt his aging now when they finally seem to look the same age. She can’t take it to heart. Perhaps she’d hate if Paul shifted after a decade too.

Claire and her wife visited on the second day. She’s never been too close to Claire as she and Andrea live far, about a five-hour drive in one direction. They mostly see each other for holidays, but Y/N appreciated her visiting very much. Catching up with them put her mind at ease for a few hours, long enough to maintain some semblance of sanity.

Renesmee showed up with Bella for a few hours on the third day, bringing loads of chocolates Edward knew Y/N liked. Apparently, he’s joined the search earlier that day with Emmett and Rosalie.

The only ones who never left her home were Daisy and Jasper. It would likely drive Embry crazy if he knew his imprint had been sitting beside a vampire this entire time, especially when that vampire was Jasper. He’s apparently less stable with his diet compared to others in his family, but Y/N likes it when he’s close by. If it weren’t for him micromanaging her emotions whenever they threatened to kill her, Y/N would have lost herself. Alice came and went, unable to handle the smell of wolves for too long. The smell of several wolves mixed together is much worse than Jacob's scent, she said.

“He’s going to come back”, Daisy hands her a cup of warm tea. It’s nothing compared to holding Paul’s hand, but if she closes her eyes for a few minutes, she can pretend he’s there, safe with her.

Daisy sits with her, feeling her loss. Embry’s never been away this long before. She can’t imagine how hard it must be for Y/N when she can’t even be sure Paul is alright when she can feel he’s in pain. At least Embry isn’t in danger and he isn’t heartbroken to the point of being stuck in his wolf form. He’ll definitely come back home. Paul might not. She doesn’t say that openly, but she carries that worry. Meeting Y/N was scary as hell, especially with how highly Embry used to talk about her. She knows they had a mutual crush on each other when they were younger, but it never seemed to work for them. Embry told her he didn’t want to mess up his friendship with Jacob, who was evidently in love with Y/N, but he also didn’t want to risk losing Y/N as a friend. It was easier to admire her from a distance.

It’s not like Daisy is insecure about her relationship with Embry now, but before she knew what imprinting was, it did cross her mind that Y/N might be competition. She only found out about imprints when Embry spilled the beans about Paul imprinting on Y/N when she first came back to town. He wasn’t aware she was close enough to hear him and the way he mocked Paul for it, but she heard it. It wasn’t hard making the connection about their own situation. Smiling, she remembers how stupid his face looked when she called him her imprint in bed that night. He nearly choked on his own saliva before she kissed him harder than ever before. She wishes he was with her to kiss him harder than that. Jared didn’t shift and leave Kim, so why did Embry? Shaking her head, she puts those thoughts away. Y/N is a close friend, possibly her closest friend, and she’s definitely Embry’s favorite person aside from herself. This is a small sacrifice for someone they both care about.

Jasper watches the two girls from the couch. He can sense the quickly shifting emotions in Daisy every day, but none of them are malicious. It’s evident she simply misses her husband. Y/N is a hurricane compared to Daisy. She’s impossible to predict and the devastation her emotions can cause is incredibly difficult to contain. He’s never truly delved much into imprint connections, perhaps because Jacob and Renesmee had a simple relationship. Renesmee didn’t pay him much attention until she ended things with her high school boyfriend. After graduation, that’s when she decided she wanted him…selfishly so. She never quite unlatched from him. Renesmee was more or less obsessed with him, jealous of Y/N’s friendship with him, but she was never in any pain regarding Jacob. As for the wolf side of the relationship, Jacob just wanted to protect her and make her happy. He didn’t necessarily love her the way Renesmee loved him, but he wouldn’t ever break her heart, even though his own wasn’t whole. Jasper always knew Jacob loved someone else and despite the imprinting tying him to his niece, Jacob never forgot the one he wanted truly. Seeing Jacob and Y/N in the same room revealed everything to him — he wanted what he could never have. And now he’s off, making sure Y/N can have some form of a happy ending as if she won’t die soon.

Never before did Jasper care much about humans, knowing they’re around only for a brief part of his immortal life. Very few did he care to befriend and, for some reason, Y/N felt like a person he wanted to be around. She didn’t make him thirsty, it’s her heart that speaks to him. So many people walk around hiding their true feelings, but she feels everything so clearly and she refuses to pretend otherwise. It’s rare to find someone like that. He has observed her mainly depressed in the time he's known her, but he wonders about the potential of being around her when she's truly happy.? He could get drunk on candid joyfulness Y/N is capable of feeling. Perhaps he’s going to be invited to the wedding when Paul returns. She’ll certainly be cheerful on that day and he has to know the other side of this despair. He can't believe that he cannot replace this pit of aching with ecstasy and serenity.

Alice finds him unreasonable for staying with Y/N inside the house she shares with Paul, but he can’t bring himself to leave yet. Not before she’s reunited with her fiancé. Leaving now is like playing with destiny. She deserves the relief he’s cautiously giving her, making sure she can feel her emotions without allowing them to cross the borders of what she can safely handle. Y/N needs him, even if others do not agree. Until Paul walks over the threshold of this house, Jasper will not leave. Y/N doesn’t demand it either. He can feel she’s grateful for his presence, for taking the edge off the very sharp knife her emotions tend to become.

So he stays, watching over the girls as the lighting tears apart the sky.

“What would happen if I were to join your family and Aro was,” Y/N pauses as she turns to look at Jasper, who seemed rather surprised she was talking about it. “Well, if he was eliminated, would it really be such a problem for me? For your family?”

Staring at Jasper, Y/N watches as his lips spread in a thin line and then into a genuine smile. She’s definitely gone mad. “You’d want to take on the Volturi?”

“I want to take on Aro,” she corrects. “If he was alone, he’d be easier to eliminate.”

“To kill, you mean,” Jasper states.

Shaking her head, she places the empty teacup down. “I understand the chances of it are minimal, but say I accept to be one of you and I get this magical power of making vampires human… Can’t I make him human?”

“Would he, like, just become a vampire again?” Daisy asks.

Jasper rubs his chin. The more time he spends around her, Y/N swears he does these little gestures for her benefit, something to take away from the ungodly beauty he possesses, to make him seem more human.

It's impossible to turn them into vampires after they have been cured. However, the rest of them would know. The entire army would be ready to dismember us to get to you.”

“Not if he disappears,” Y/N tries. “We could hold him hostage until he dies a human death.”

“That’s dark”, Daisy notes.

“It’s nothing compared to what he’s been doing for much longer than you’ve been alive,” Jasper argues. “He deserves far worse.”

“Could it work?” Y/N asks as Jasper’s phone lights up. “Alice?” The hope in her voice is so easily detectable that it makes Jasper almost frown when he sees it’s a message from Edward.

We found Paul.

“No. Edward says they found Paul.”

“Are they coming home?” Y/N jumps, running toward Jasper. “Call him, call him!”

Smiling as her hope brings alive the butterflies in his stomach, Jasper dials his brother immediately.

“Kind of hard to talk now”, Edward grunts as a loud growl sounds.

“I’m with Y/N. You’re on speaker.”

“Where is he”, Y/N grabs Jasper’s wrist, bringing her lips closer to the phone. “Is he okay?”

“Canada”, Edward sighs as the growling grows louder.

“Is that him?!” she exclaims. “Paul Lahote, you stop that right now!”

On command, the growls turn into whimpers and she can’t help the way her chin trembles with the pained sound leaving her fiancé.

“Come home,” she says softly. “I know you believe you put me in this situation, but that’s not true.” Sniffling, she pauses as if to wonder if saying it in front of everyone is unwise. It doesn’t take long for her to decide, choosing to prioritize Paul over her vulnerability. “If you and I never fell in love, I’d have been dead a long time ago. Paul, I came back home for a few months to tie up loose ends.”

Glancing at Daisy who stood by her, Y/N swallows thickly. “I was struggling with anxiety and depression. And I didn’t feel like I had anyone in this world other than my dad. I just…I was in therapy, but it didn’t really feel like it was working. The meds never really helped either. I was just so…so lonely.”

“Y/N”, Daisy rests a hand on her shoulder as a show of support.

“I was planning on taking my life and then you showed up in that forest with your stupid smile and gorgeous eyes and suddenly I had one more mystery to solve.” Smiling meekly, Y/N sighs. “Before long, I was falling in love with you and my friends returned to me and in that time, I started falling in love with life again. You saved my life, Paul Lahote, and I hate how cheesy that sounds, but you did. And whatever time I got now is still a lot longer than it would have been if we never met.”

Biting her lower lip, she closes her eyes. “You made me happier than I believed was possible. I love you and I want to marry you. I want to marry you and become your wife as we planned. Come back to me so we can enjoy this time we have left.”

“I will.”

She recognizes Paul’s voice immediately.

“I’ll be home soon. We’ll do whatever you want.” His voice is shaky, imbued with heavy emotions he’s attempting to keep under control.

Smiling, she nods. “A beach wedding would have been great, but the weather might not agree.”

“I’ll make sure it agrees,” Paul sniffles.

“Where we had our first date?”

“Sounds perfect!”

Neither spoke for a few moments. Each breath seems to hang in the air, heavy with unspoken thoughts. It’s the kind of silence that carries weight, a palpable tension that both parties are acutely aware of but hesitate to break. Y/N inhales sharply as Paul breaks the silence.

“I love you too.”

“I know”, she replies quietly.

“With all my heart.”

“I believe you.”

“I’ll see you soon,” Paul promises.

Nodding, she holds her breath as tears rush to her eyes. She can’t let Paul hear her crying. He’s carrying far too much guilt already and her tears shouldn’t be part of the load. Swallowing the growing lump at the back of her throat, she replies sweetly, her tone laced with all the love she wants to give him.

“I’ll hold you to that.”

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Part 29

[gaypirate420]

Me trying not to listen to the voices and write a Jasper/Major fic.

[therealvinelle]

I love the Agatha Christie question!

Who are your HP/Twilight faves in the Christie universe? (Who’s the opportunist who knows too much and dies for it? Who’s the conman killer who courts the girl to avoid suspicion? Who’s just trying to take a holiday and gets caught-up in a murder? Who are the dynamic mystery-solving duo who realize they are in love by the end of the novel? etc.).

I mean, that is kind of what The Man Who Would Be King (and secret fic) (both cowritten with @theoriginalcarnivorousmuffin) have already become. We have our murder victim, Alphard, a very rich man with a colorful family, and possibly his sister, we have our unlikely detectives in Voldemort, Lily Potter, and Alphard himself. It may not be the center of the story but it's a large part of it.

In other words my answer for Harry Potter would somehow spoil all my present and future fics so I won't.

As for the Twilight version...

I vote we do it wealthy dysfunctional family style, it's most natural.

A patriarch is poisoned

Carlisle Cullen, a very wealthy man with powerful enemies, nonetheless dear to those around him and blessed with more friends than most, is found dead in his office one morning. Cause of death? Murder.

The police, caught on the detail that Dr. Cullen was a vampire and vampires are real, what the fuck is this on the doctor's autopsy table and is he going to wake up again and drink all our blood?, are little use in the investigation. Scotland Yard is soon brought in, and using Chief Swan's connections with the family they get a better picture of Dr. Cullen's life.

His family wasn't looking to inherit him anytime soon, as he was immortal. None of them were having money troubles however, all were independently wealthy.

He had made enemies of a thousand-year-old clan of powerful vampires, who on hearing that his murder is being investigated like this get very upset. Supposedly the victim lived with them in his youth (and inspector Craddock cries when he learns the timeline for this murder goes back to the 1600s. Are they going to have to bring historians in on this murder??), he might have known something

Oh what's that? The victim had a whole network of friends across the globe, who are all killers, and he knew everyone's secrets? ... do we have the budget to investigate this?

The victim was also living next to a tribe of magical shapeshifting wolves evolved specifically to kill his kind. They liked him best and had a line in their treaty that "he dies last". Not sure what to do with this information

Rosalie Hale missing person case from 1933 solved: Carlisle Cullen adopted her. Was she recognised, did someone piece it together, and was Carlisle killed in retribution?

The victim lived a fake life of fake papers. Could be important, except it's the most normal thing about this case.

The police wonder how this man didn't get murdered sooner, and are stretched so thin the investigation is going slowly.

So, Renesmee gets to be our plucky detective du jour, as she decides to see if she can help. Surely there is no harm in her poking around, and she's well liked around the vampire world so there might be answers she can get that human police can't, partly because policemen keep getting eaten.

She slowly narrows it down to the horrible realization that it was someone in the family, and she learns terrible things.

Jasper Hale wasn't Jasper Hale at all! He was a friend of Jasper's in the newborn army who wanted a new life, and who in the wake of Jasper's suden and unexpected death assumed his identity. He had Peter bite his entire face so he'd be scarred like Jasper had been, and vouch for this blond vampire most definitely being Jasper Hale. Peter later had to die because he Knew Too Much, and so did Charlotte, regrettably. Fake Jasper did however not kill Carlisle.

Edward seems a prime suspect, he is an angry and resentful young man who acts out. Everyone thinks he did it, and that Bella should certainly marry Jacob, the safer option. Much upheaval is had, however, once Renesmee is able to clear Edward's name and he meaningfully links arms with Bella. They sail off into the sunset with their inheritance.

Rosalie is a beautiful, cold, intimidating woman, the femme fatale sort who's surely conniving. It's a bit of a mystery why she married that poor fool Emmett, but it's clear to all she doesn't love him. No clear motive from her, other than the money she would inherit, but she's just so suspicious. Her alibi is ambiguous, she claims she was with Esme and Emmett but what if Esme and Emmett are lying to protect their daughter and wife? Superintendent Battle wonders about that.

Renesmee is at a loss.

And then she realizes that it's not Rosalie who acts like she doesn't love Emmett, it's Emmett who acts like he doesn't love her! And Esme's grieving widow act is just that, it's an act!

Renesmee realizes that Emmett and Esme are lovers, and killed Carlisle together. Esme committed it while Emmett tricked Rosalie into giving her an alibi. Renesmee realizes this once she has a "But Rosalie couldn't have seen Esme from that angle!" moment.

The plan was too pin Rosalie for the murder, see her hanged, and then in due time the mourning widowers would marry, happily entitled to all the money they couldn't have touched if they'd divorced. Also Rosalie was Catholic so she wouldn't have agreed to a divorce.

The two lovers are confronted, and Esme pulls out a tiny pearl-studded gun from her shoe, says "We tried, my love. I regret nothing" before shooting first Emmett, then herself.