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Swan Sisters (Part 3)

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Jasper Whitlock X Reader

Bella Swan and Sister!Reader

Summary: Part 3 of the sister!reader series where you're Bella's sister and a vampire, but she doesn't know. Yet. In this part - the decision making meeting following the accident + you finding Edward in Bella's room that night + talk of La Push beach

Word Count: 3199

Warnings: None? Jasper's murderous intent, but like, only for a moment.

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“NO!”

You are met with the clattering of a falling chair and Edward’s voice, sharp and defiant, as you step into the Cullen’s house.

“Edward.” That’s Carlisle’s voice.

You peek into the dining room, where the whole family is sitting around the table. Except Edward, who looks ready to flee, and Carlisle, who’s keeping him from doing just that. Jasper’s eyes find yours, and you can tell that it’s not going well. They must be talking about what to do already.

“It’s crystal clear, Edward. You can deny it all you want, but that’s what I see,” Alice sighs.

“I have to leave.”

“You can’t!”

Everyone’s eyes snap to you, as if they weren’t already keenly aware of your presence. It makes you flinch, unprepared to have so much attention so suddenly. You hadn’t meant to burst out like that.

“He’s not leaving,” Alice chimes, voice light despite the nerves fizzling in the air. “There are only two ways I see this ending and neither involve him leaving. He’ll never be able to at this rate.”

“I can change it!”

“What do you see, Alice?” You implore her, finally stepping into the room. The argument you planned in your head on the way here is all but forgotten. There isn’t often much you can do to change Alice’s visions.

The little ravenette glances at you, and only then does she hesitate. It can’t be good, then. You look to Edward, to ask him, but his eyes are locked on you, dripping with such misery - and remorse? - it makes you waver. Dread creeps up your spine. What did she see?

“Tell us, Alice,” Jasper urges, looking uneasy from the storm of emotions clouding the room.

“Well, it depends on how strong Edward is,” Alice starts, glancing warily between you and her brother. “If he’s not strong enough to control himself, he’ll…kill Bella.”

Your eyes blow wide. Kill her? No, no you won’t allow that.

“And he’ll hurt you when you try to stop him,” she finishes, though she looks like she’s waiting for-

A low snarl tears through the room.

Everyone goes abruptly still, except Alice. All eyes turn towards Jasper.

And the sight steals your breath away.

Standing at his full height, Jasper braces himself against the table, every carved muscle drawn taut, wood splintering under his grip. His hair falls like shattered pieces of a halo around his face, lips drawn back around a feral, animalistic snarl. Bleeding to a molten black hue and dripping with something violently dark, his eyes are locked solely on Edward.

The others all shift back, instincts screaming at them to get away from the threat in front of them. This isn’t Jasper anymore. No, it’s the soldier. A man ravaged by war, whose skin is decorated with scars like medals, whose fingers still drip with the blood of past kills. And he wouldn’t hesitate to kill again to protect what he loves.

And you’re in awe. Because it is Jasper. The man you love. Your mate.

How could you ever be afraid of him?

“Jasper-” Edward holds out his hands, but it does little to placate the blond. Jasper just narrows his eyes, and Edward seems to flinch from some invisible attack.

You shake yourself from your reverie. As much as you want to kill Edward yourself, the thought of him hurting your sister burning like ice through your veins, you know you shouldn’t. Deep down, even if this is something Alice has seen, there’s a part of you that’s certain he won’t do it. He’d never be able to live with himself. So you won’t let him die just yet. For Bella.

“Jasper,” you call softly, his name sugar on your lips, “stop, please.”

The change is instant, like a cat retracting its claws and flattening its fur. The blond is at your side, his touch gentle as he curls around you, nose tucking into your hair. No more fury. No more soldier. Just your Jasper. Though you can still feel his concern, and that only warms your heart more.

“I feel safe, Jas. Can’t you tell?” You smile up at him, letting your emotions speak for you.

“You sure, darlin’?”

“Completely.”

Just like that, he relaxes against you, letting out a soft huff in your hair when you giggle. It seems you’re pretty good at taming the big, bad wolf. He’s really just a soft puppy on the inside anyways. Maybe he’d purr if you scratched him under the chin - you’ll have to try that some time, you think with another laugh.

With that settled, you turn back to the family. Each and every one of them is staring at you with wide eyes, astonishment clear in their features. Edward looks so relieved he might faint, and just a touch disturbed. You can’t help but give him a teasing smile.

“You thought he was going to hurt you?” You chirp, leaning back into Jasper’s chest.

Edward glances warily at the blond (who you know is still glaring daggers, not that you mind).

“You should have heard what he was thinking,” he replies, shaken, “What he’s still thinking!”

“Jasper.” You elbow him none too gently.

“...Sorry.” He’s obviously not. But you nod anyways, much to Edward’s chagrin.

“What else did you see, Alice? What’s the other outcome?”

Alice, not missing a beat, picks up right where she left off, “The other ending is that she will be one of us someday.”

You blink.

And blink and blink.

You would say you’re shocked, but can you really be?

This is where you ended up, so why not her?

“Okay,” you hum, finitely.

“What? No! That’s not going to happen!” You roll your eyes at Edwards, dramatics. You suppose that also makes sense now.

“This certainly makes things more complicated,” Carlisle murmurs.

“I’ll say,” Emmett agrees, voice bordering on laughter.

“Our plans don’t change though. We’ll stay and watch. And no one will touch Bella.”

“No-”

“Edward,” you cut him off, and he stiffens, “just think about it. Think about what it means.”

If she becomes a vampire, that probably means they’ll fall in love, just like you and Jasper. You can already see it. Especially after your conversation with Bella.

Edward jerks as he sees your memories, the ones your purposefully let fill your mind. Her blushing at his name, the vehement denial, her laughter. And you see the spark in his eyes, the gleam of something beyond thirst, beyond amusement, and you know.

But he shuts down, a shield of cold disinterest covering his face, before storming right out of the house. With him gone and Jasper calmed, the rest of the Cullens settle back into their seats. None of them seem too surprised by Edward’s dramatics. You’re still feeling a bit whiplashed, though.

With a heavy sigh, you lean even further into Jasper’s embrace. Someday he’ll figure it out. You can only imagine how he feels, especially since you know what he thinks about being a vampire himself. The only thing keeping them apart at this point though, is their pure stubbornness.

It’s just a matter of time before they both accept where they’re going.

The silence left in Edward’s wake breaks when Emmett bursts, “What just happened?”

And then everyone is laughing, and the tension dissipates.

“I think our dear Edward just realized he’s falling for a human,” Rosalie says, nose scrunching.

“Hey, I was human just a little bit ago,” you point out, but Rose just rolls her eyes.

“You were different.”

“Mhm.” Your eyes squint into thin crescents. “I believe I was even more awkward. God only knows how you all put up with me.”

“Oh, we loved you, (Y/n),” Esme chimes, ever the second mother to you all, “And you’ve been so good to Jasper.”

“Not as good as he’s been to me,” you reply, looking over your shoulder at the blond.

His arms tighten around you a fraction, lips curling with a soft grin as he brushes your noses together. It’s such a sweet, gentle gesture, you can’t help but sigh, eyes flickering shut.

“You guys are sickening,” Emmett grumbles.

“I think they’re cute,” Alice chirps.

“If cute means gross.”

As if he and Rose are any better, you muse and hide your smile in Jasper’s chest. At least you keep things innocent in front of everyone else. Bar one incident where you could have sworn no one was in the house. But still!

“So, Jas-” You prop your chin against him, eyes alight with unrestrained admiration. “-were you really going to hurt Edward to protect me?”

Jasper’s brow furrows, his hands tracing along your waist thoughtlessly to keep himself grounded. Even the memory of your sudden fear, the feeling so sharp it had felt like a knife digging into his chest, makes him want to chase the copper-haired vampire down and kill him. He’s sure he could too. Edward may have his ability, but his fighting experience is lacking compared to him.

Seeing the dark shadow fall over his eyes again, you reach up, brushing your fingertips along his jaw before cupping the side of his face. They flicker down to you hesitantly, and it’s easy to find your answer there.

“No killing him,” you hum, drawing a sharp frown from the blond. “Bella likes him, so I think she’d be pretty put out if something happened to him.”

“And he’s a part of this family, just like you,” Carlisle adds serenely, a more valid reason perhaps.

“And he’s the only one who will play chess with me.” Of course you can’t take that from Alice.

“So we can’t lose him,” you say, voice veiled with laughter. “Plus, he keeps the family safe, including me. Just like you’re trying to do.” You press a kiss to the corner of his lips, which seems to melt a bit of his icy defense. “I want Bella to be like us one day and it looks like she might be if we let this play itself out.”

You feel lighter after saying it out loud, even more so when Jasper finally loosens, giving you one of those stiff, reluctant nods before pulling you back in to bury his face in the crook of your neck. You curl your arms around him, letting out a relieved breath into his hair.

Just like that, the weight of it all seems to magically disappear. This changes everything, after all. If Bella gets turned, you’ll never have to lose her. That thought alone makes you soar. And if she ends up with Edward? Well, that’d just be perfect.

There’s a lot you still need to navigate, but maybe it’ll all work out.

---

If working out means you find Edward standing in your little sister’s room in the dead of night several hours later.

“You have three seconds to explain before I kill you,” you growl, voice just quiet enough to not wake Bella.

“(Y/n)-”

“Time’s up.”

You shove him right out the window.

Edward deftly catches himself and you drop down right next to him, ready to give him a lashing. But before you can even get a single scathing word out, he jumps to cover your mouth. You both freeze. Slowly, your eyes narrow into slits, every murderous thought flickering through your head. Maybe you should let Jasper at him. Edward goes even paler than usual, if that’s possible.

“Just…let me explain?” He implores quietly.

You hold your fierce glare for a moment, just to watch him squirm, but eventually concede.

Brows raised, Edward hesitantly lets his hand fall away, as if he still expects you to bite his head off. You want to. You feel like you have every right to, given how you just found him, but he deserves the benefit of the doubt. Just this once.

“I was worried. About her,” he starts, sounding just as bewildered with himself as you are. “I couldn’t stop myself, I just had to make sure she was safe.”

“So you broke into her room and watched her sleep? Do you know how creepy that is?” Your face screws up as you recount the sight. “Seriously, Edward, you can’t just-”

“I know,” he snaps, “I know. I was just going to check on her and leave, but then I started thinking about…about staying.”

Staying? Hope sparks in your chest. Does that mean he’s accepting Alice’s vision? An image of him and Bella, walking hand in hand, in love, flashes through your mind.

“Please try to restrain yourself,” he mutters, suddenly reluctant at your inner burst of excitement, “I still don’t think it’s safe.”

“But you’re trying to make it safer.” That’s why he stayed. Being around her is like some kind of weird exposure therapy.

Edward cringes, “Don’t call it that.”

“That’s what it is, though,” you hum, all your previous malice evaporating into the air. This is so exciting! He wants it to work. “You’re hoping being around her will desensitize you to her scent.”

“It worked for you.”

“And if it works for you, you’ll stay?”

“...maybe.”

Good enough for you! Esme will be so happy. And Alice. She probably already sees it.

“Okay!” You concede with a bright smile and give him a cheesy thumbs up, “Still creepy but I’ll allow it! I believe in you, Edward, you can make this work.”

He rolls his eyes, but there’s just the smallest smile pulling at his lips that shows his fondness for you. Your optimism has always been effective at cheering up even his cloudy moods. There’s something contagious about it, which makes you all the more perfect for his brother, alongside your fierce protectiveness.

Speaking of.

“If you touch her though, I will garrotte you.”

And with that, you skip off back to the house, humming to yourself and leaving a baffled Edward behind you.

There was no hint of a lie in your mind.

---

“Are you sure Edward isn’t bipolar?”

You snort, barely covering your mouth before a cackle escapes you.

Bella, queen of smooth segways. You were just asking what she wanted for dinner.

“Pretty sure,” you chirp once the laughter passes, “Why do you ask?”

“It’s just-” She pinches her lips together in frustration. “I can’t figure him out. One minute he’s being nice to me and the next it’s like he’s trying to scare me off.”

“Not surprised,” you say with a shrug, “I don’t think he’s ever liked someone before.”

You grab a potato, making quick work of peeling it. Charlie likes your roasted potato recipe. The man is a meat and potatoes person through and thro-

Oh no.

You twist on your heels, coming face to face with a stunned Bella. She’s staring at you, doe-eyed, mouth barely gaping.

Oh, you weren’t supposed to say that.

“I mean- he uh, he- oh I’m so screwed.” You steeple your fingers in front of your lips.

“He likes me?”

“Well…” How can you answer this without answering it? You groan. If only you’d gotten some special ability to turn back time, or not say stupid things at least. “Can you forget I said that? He’s gonna kill me.”

“Why would he treat me like this if he likes me?”

“I don’t know! Cause he’s stupid? Cause he thinks he’s not good for you?”

Bella frowns, as if it’s the most bizarre idea in the world “But he’s-” She gestures vaguely.

“Gorgeous? Perfect? Stunning?”

That’s what you thought when you first saw Jasper. You could hardly speak a word to the man because of how flustered his beauty made you. If your memory serves correct, the first time you successfully put words together in front of him, it was because he used his ability to calm you down.

“They really are an attractive bunch,” you mumble to yourself.

“You fit pretty well with them,” Bella says offhandedly, a hint of something in her voice you choose to ignore.

“Anyways, you and Edward. What did he do this time to prompt such accusations?”

“Well, a group of us are going to the beach, and I tried inviting him. He says he wants to be friends, but that we shouldn’t be, and then he got all-” Another vague gesture, and you can’t help but giggle as Bella tries to do an impression of Edward’s sulky expression. “I don’t know, but it was weird.”

“Which beach?” You ask, curious. If it’s-

“La Push.”

Yup. La Push, the beach on the Quileute’s reservation. Many of your summers were spent at that beach, up until you were turned and learned about the true history between them and the Cullens. Now you can’t go anymore, unless the wolves become a little more amicable.

“I think there’s a history there,” you explain vaguely, “The Quileute don't like the Cullens. But that sounds fun! You might run into Jacob!”

“Jacob, yah.” She doesn’t seem too interested in the prospect, not compared to the intrigue in her voice when she asks, “Why don’t they like the Cullens?”

“Not sure, some legend or something?” It wasn’t something you asked about in depth. All you know is that Sam Uley does not like you anymore, not that he ever really did. “Just don’t take the whole Edward thing too seriously. He probably wanted to.”

“Because he likes me?” Bella raises a deft eyebrow.

You give her a sharp glare in return, “If you tell him I said anything, you’re dead meat, Tinkerbell. I’ll have just enough time to get you before he kills me.”

“It’s not like I believe you.” She shrugs, coming beside you to pick up peeling the potato where you left off, though you catch the smallest frown marring her lips. “No way Edward Cullens likes me.”

Oh.

“So you’re both stupid.”

A match made in heaven. Or purgatory maybe.

“Just realistic.”

Oh sweetie.

You shake your head, allowing the silence to stretch as you switch over to the steak and let her finish the potatoes.

You departed from reality a long time ago. There is absolutely nothing realistic about your life right now. A girl from Forks, one of the most uneventful towns in the country, who somehow fell in love with a Cullen, the one with the least control mind you, and ended up getting turned into a vampire herself. Not to mention the werewolves and their weird imprinting thing. It’s really like you’ve set foot in some fantasy novel.

And now Bella, too. You can only imagine how she’d react to learning about it all.

By the time you finish preparing the meal, right before Charlie gets home, Bella seems less perturbed. There’s a little glint to her eyes as she plates herself some food, one you can’t miss after growing up with her.

“What are you thinking, Bells?” You prod, practically gluing yourself to her side.

“Nothing, just that it might not be too bad to run into Jacob tomorrow,” she mumbles, avoiding your curious gaze.

You tilt your head, “Why?”

She just shrugs again, and that’s when your father decides to make his entrance. You let out a soft huff and slump into your seat, not missing Bella’s little secretive grin.

That can’t mean anything good.

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Part 4

The amount of times I read through these bits in Midnight Sun to try and stick with the books! I love Midnight Sun, such a good book :3 definitely recommend if you like the main series!

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