#maria x jasper

[su-angelvicioso]

[4veslil]

Headcanons | Jasper Hale | You're a Newborn In Maria's Army

A/N: Just wanted to write something Jasper! Love this character so much and my first ever fanfiction (that I wrote at 14!) was an OCxJasper Hale! This idea is inspired by one of my longer fics but I was just antsy to write something now. That fic is still in the works rn because of my Paul Lahote fic Touch The Soul. So, really, this is a little sneak peek at the vibes of my next Twilight fanfiction :) Without further ado, please enjoy and make sure to request if you like my stuff! (Request link/info can be found on my Master List!)

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So basically you were a mistake. He shouldn’t have distracted that newborn while he was feeding.

But with hindsight, Jasper said your change was a happy accident.

When you woke up you were partially feral, with blips of control- you had strong morals though

Jasper would have to chaperone you during feeds- he knew if you saw a child or woman hurt you’d go ballistic

When you were in control he managed to find out you were the only child of a blacksmith

Made sense when it came to fighting- you were strong, he had to give you that

What was the difference between chaperone and mentor? Well, to Jasper, there wasn’t one.

He personally trained you with the intention of keeping you past a year

At first it was serious, but once you exceeded his expectations it became an excuse to enjoy each other’s company.

You would go swimming in the nearest lake you could find, stripping off and enjoying the water

Although you didn’t sweat, the blood, mud, dust and other human secretions dirtied you.

Jasper made a habit of chasing you around the lake with his stained shirt

You knew if he caught up he’d rub it in your face, “Get a good whiff for me” he’d tease as he straddled your hips.

You’d splash each other, dare each other to drink animal blood (you always forfeited though and would just play fight) and you’d rate the cannonballs you’d do

You would wash his hair, running your hands through the gold strands with utmost care

You weren’t very talkative unlike Jasper, always the charismatic, southern gentleman- it was easy to see why Maria claimed him

From fighting like you did nudity was no big deal, bathing was necessary and newborns only really thought about blood, it was no big deal

He’d always plait your wet hair when you’d finished.

You asked Jasper how he learned to plait hair, he said it was a vague memory

From then on, as the most literate between you, you encouraged Jasper to share about his human life before it completely slipped away

This was once you could hold a pen without breaking it, it took over an hour of tantrums to manage it

You only got to write three pages chronicling his human life- he couldn’t remember much

But that didn’t stop jasper from folding the paper small and keeping them in a leather pouch in his breast pocket

When everyone’s emotions got too much Jasper would trace the way you wrote his name.

The dress you wore after the change was stolen from Nettie’s old things, Jasper wanted you to have nice things

He would say thank you for being his comrade with new pencils, a comb, shawls and ribbons for your hair

Jasper was bad at expressing himself, he thought actions spoke louder than words- after all his charisma did make him talk a lot of bullshit

You would do the same with words, combating your quietness with a new compliment.

He would leave you always smiling while he left Maria renewed as her merciless-monster-of-a-lover

Jasper had to hold you back a lot from storming up to your Coven Leader and giving her a piece of your mind

After, you’d strop (as Jasper called it). Silent treatment was a given so avoiding him entirely was what brought you two back to normal

He didn’t know when that was, you’d just suddenly be there next to him like you popped out of thin air. You wouldn’t admit you had Jasper Withdrawals

Jasper would ruffle your hair with a smirk like he was saying ‘You done pouting now?’

You’d slap his hand away (thankful you couldn’t blush) and look up to glare at him, but his smile was what you really wanted to see. Your strange addiction

When feelings started to develop between you being amongst an army of newborns made it hard for Jasper to pick them up

It was a very confusing time, and with Maria breathing down your neck it stayed ‘more than friends, less than lovers’ for decades.

He would stare at you just too long and Peter would whack him around the head

Because of that Peter actually managed to beat Jasper in a fight- he’s always held it over his head.

When Jasper saw you attacked in a fight he was right at your side and vice versa. After one fight in particular you both realised how much you cared for each other.

Downside? Maria was starting to notice

He let Peter and Charlotte go at the price of taking you

It wasn’t easy but his promise to come find you settled your heart

“I promise I’ll find you. If not in a few days or even decades, know I’m still coming… then we’ll never part again”

And he meant it when he said decades.

At least the 80s were good for one thing- Jasper with a shaggy mullet was something you’d never let him live down

[su-angelvicioso]

@fuckmeyer I AM LOOKING DIRECTLY AND INTENTLY!!!!!!! 👁️ 👁️

This is gonna be LONG but I stalk ur blog now. I’ve read ur tags, and I’ve come back for more, Maria discussions, Maria headcanons, and Maria love… Jasper can come along too ig, only because he worshiped the ground she walked on. (His words not mine lol.) Anyways, it’s loving Maria hourz.

I wanna talk about the strikethrough because YES! Maria totally didn’t expect to develop feelings for Jasper down the line but she did. They ARE lovers! I don’t give a damn what Meyer says! I don’t care about all the “Mate” stuff because none of that holds up when you really look at what we are shown instead of told. Their actions portray that of two people who have love for each other and it’s so ridiculous to me that some ppl try so hard to deny that when it’s obvious. It’s honestly so much more realistic and interesting to have them be lovers, and damn what the deniers say! They’re just mad and uncomfortable bc they think Maria will be a threat to their ship but she’s just existing and minding her business lol. Maria deserves to have love and be loved. Latinas in general deserve to be love interests and not just “evil brown seductress”. *eye roll*.

They’re obviously into each other. It’s the only thing that explains their weakness for each other. They’re both known as people who are willing to kill anything that threatens them… except for each other lol.

They spent a few years paranoid around each other knowing they were “planning” to kill, and both parties could have easily done so… they never did the deed and now I lowkey believe they weren’t even that serious about it lol, they were both on edge and probably just trying to scare each other away bc they’re dumb and can’t handle their feelings.

Ppl claim Jasper left so quickly when Peter and Charlotte came back for him bc he was just so miserable and all that, but I think another reason Jasper left so quickly is because he really didn’t want to have to face the possibility of killing Maria and/or he simply couldn’t handle this new sour relationship with her when it was never like that between them before. They were each others closest companion. She’s the reason he stayed so long because he loved her, and being around her… her confidence, ambition, brightness, genius, vibes, and mind-blowing sex was his getaway from everything else and was his only source of goodness when they were both surrounded by war and destruction.

I highly doubt he would have stayed so long if Maria was just so mean, bitterly angry, disrespectful, and violent towards him the way some ppl try to characterize her. To me, logically speaking, Maria is and would have to be hella charming, charismatic, bubbly, hospitable/warm in a scarily insane way for her to have so many followers who are not only afraid of her but are also blindly devoted to her, especially when one of them is an emotion detecting/manipulating empath. If she’s this hugely manipulative person as they say why would she be ruthlessly angry and bitter towards everyone?? Why would anyone follow her?? She wouldn’t have been as successful with & without Jasper if she was just stone cold evil all the time. I think she breathes life into everything she does (even war and destruction lol) because that’s just who she is.

We later find out that Jasper was actually Relieved that he didn’t have to kill her. Imagine that lol. Peter suggested they go back and do so… Jasper said No. He just didn’t want revenge against her and vampires are like, known for revenge in their universe. Like what’s the explanation for Jasper:

1. Being so willing to protect Maria, even from himself.

2. Being relieved he didn’t have to kill her.

3. Rejecting his friend Peter’s suggestion to go back and kill her.

4. STILL not killing her later when she found him in Calgary and ultimately “forced” them to move (still don’t know how), theoretically putting his new family and Alice in danger… He was ready to kill Bella for the slightest hint of danger that she brought, but Maria??? No, she must be spared, she’s just a baby lol.

5. Still being kind/thoughtful enough to wish her well, even telling his friend Peter to relay that message to her if he sees her because it’s THAT important apparently and not just a passing thought to keep to himself…

A lot of ppl like to say Jasper was “saved from Maria”. But not only was Peter okay with Jasper’s rejection to killing her, he was also okay with him asking to tell her he wishes her well, even when they both knew how unlikely it was they’ll run into her. If Peter saved Jasper from Maria why are they so chill with her now? Why not actually go seek revenge? Peter saved Jasper from War and Destruction. Not Maria. Because Maria wasn’t really the core problem like some ppl make her out to be. It was their surroundings.

She’s lowkey still considered a friend. Jasper is so okay with her existence that he’s even thinking of seeing her again to ask for help. Like he’s such a big ass softie for her, even in times when you’d think he wouldn’t be and she’s not his lover??? Make it make sense please!!! Like I said, no man is doing ALL THAT for a woman he doesn’t love. If going to literal war for a woman for nearly a century isn’t enough evidence then this should be… That man loved her (and probably still does) and whoever disagrees is blind.

More: Ppl seem to believe that Maria didn’t care at all about Jasper and had no romantic feelings for him but she literally treats Jasper with the same caution and softness that he does. They’re BOTH weird asf when it comes to each other.

Maria is seen as this ruthless, unfeeling demon… but she had a whole family and a lover before, so obviously that means she’s capable of feeling love and she’s also loveable. Allegedly she’s an evil person who doesn’t care about anyone and will hunt you down and yet, not only did she let Peter and Charlotte go. She let Jasper go too. She put Jasper in charge and trusted him with things I’m sure she used to handle herself.

When Lucy & Nettie betrayed her, I think she became closer to Jasper considering he was the one who warned her and they took them out together. They protected each other on and off the battlefield. When their relationship soured she still couldn’t kill him even tho it was her army, she trained him, and it could have been done without much effort on her part… now if she was this evil unfeeling devil, she would have. But she didn’t. She’s a ruthless warlord who has killed for less, she didn’t trust him at the time and she believed that he was thinking of betrayal like Nettie & Lucy so she had a STRONG motive to get rid of him, and she just waits for a couple of years with only a hanging threat of killing him??? She didn’t really want to kill him and it shows. She didn’t wait that long to kill Lucy & Nettie lol. If she truly didn’t care about him she would have easily and quickly gotten rid of him at the first thought of betrayal. She wouldn’t have waited those few years and if he did manage to escape. She would have found him much sooner and killed him.

Speaking of finding him, why did she even care enough to look him up years later, and decide to visit anyway? (For the record: I don’t believe Maria initially came to kill or cause trouble bc why would she? If that’s the case she wouldn’t have come alone for a whole coven of vamps. She’s too smart and good at survival for that) If Maria is this uncaring person, why would she care enough about someone that is supposedly “disposable” to her??? Probably because he meant more to her than she’d care to admit. I can only imagine/headcanon how badly she was AT WAR with herself over that too. Especially considering how she previously lost her “mate”. I have so many headcanons about how she handled her feelings for Jasper when she finally realized and bbygirl was going thru it! Lol.

Because lbr, she may not have had strong feelings for him in the beginning but she definitely developed feelings for him after all that they went through together. That’s literally the only explanation for her actions with him. We are told she’s more ruthless/dangerous than Jasper yet she’s literally let him get away with so much and still thinks about him and she’s CONFLICTED about it! Which is gonna be yet ANOTHER conversation that I’m totally gonna return to your inbox for lol. I love angst, love, and complicated things between these dumbasses who clearly have unresolved feelings for each other. They are SO interesting and their story is so powerful. Like imagine what JasperxMariaxTherapy would look like. 😭

TLDR: Maria was the one that got away and Jasper is not over her.

👏Latinas in general deserve to be love interests and not just “evil brown seductresses.”👏

María & Jasper were mates! to quote a wise bestie (i.e. you):

no man is doing ALL THAT for a woman he doesn’t love. If going to literal war for a woman for nearly a century isn’t enough evidence then this should be…

to me the whole "lost her mate" & the "never treated him as an equal or thought of him as her mate" biz was thrown into the guide just to make her look like a non-option for Jasper. canon paints a different picture. vampires mate for life, but nowhere does it say they can only have one mate. you never "get over" your mate... but you can always make room in your heart for more love. (RIP Marcus but girl you gotta get outta the house). & that's what María did without realizing it! girl is so traumatized & focused on war, she probs fell in love & didn't even notice. then when she did she got scared of her feelings & tried to run lmao stupid baby i love her sm

The Saga of María & The Major

if i had to guess the progression of their relationship (PASS ME THE MIC LMAO) i'd say it went roughly like:

María turns Jasper

he impresses her w/ his gift & his military expertise. he wins. they celebrate. she rewards him with responsibility. he loves that he's serving a purpose & loves feeling needed. she loves that he makes her feel accomplished & in control

more wins. more victories. he's her major. she's his queen. they're in love with victory & bloodshed & war. they're toxic, they're powerful, they're young gods, they're partners. always late-night strategy seshs & early-morning briefings. always on the same page in combat. they break off & do solo missions together. they only hunt with each other. this is a v normal relationship

they get to know each other (of COURSE María is warm & bubbly & charming; she may be a warlord but she's a leader first) & find out they had similar thoughts & values in life. they hated the upheaval of their lives caused by invaders (ok Jasper), they hated feeling like losers in war, they are very driven & goal-oriented. flirting is involved?? wow, is this friendship??? (no, this is patrick)

there's a romantic spark. Jasper feels it. he knows she feels it but wonders if she knows it ykwim? it feels amazing but he keeps it to himself. then one night (late night hehe) María accuses him of using his gift to make her attracted to him. oop. girl OUTS HERSELF as having a crush on Jasper &, even after he insists he never used his gift to make her feel things (true), GETS MAD at herself for having feelings & kicks him out. goodbye loser. except...

she hates having a crush! she cannot stop thinking about him & he knows it! she feels like she's replacing her mate! she can't concentrate around him! he's her major & it's inappropriate! he can taste her attraction all the time! why is he the only one who gets to taste! she wants to taste him!

THEY FUCK

also they kiss

a lot

they sneak around & keep things buttoned up on the battlefield. HOT. we love a forbidden romance

María gets scared of the intimacy bc she's María (feelings? no entiendo). which is around when she finds out what the Civil War was really about. ew. he's basically a colonizer. she thought they had similar experience vis-a-vis war but he's a colonizer? ew.

she's disgusted. she feels like a fool. she's angry at herself for still having feelings for him. she feels oddly like a hypocrite considering she purges all these newborns. she maintains a professional relationship. cold. distant. he hates it. he reaches out. several times. says he wants to understand. ok

[you want to understand? here's all this rage & pain & grief over what the white men did to me & what Benito stole from me & this is how i felt when i was displaced from my home & my family whom i loved more than a lot of things & people who are NOT YOU; keep telling yourself we're "so similar" bc you lost your "way of life" & bc you also had to witness the deaths of your friends & family whom you loved more than...other people you may (have) love(d). p.s. fuck you (metaphorically) p.p.s. next time it's on sight.] she's a professional & he will never understand. get back to work. GOODBYE LOSER x2

except... she depends on him too much. vice-versa. they're partners. they're toxic. they can't untangle. the war effort suffers. he's desperate to win her back. things are weird.

then one day he finds out Nettie & Lucy plan to kill her. fuck. now she needs to kill her covenmates. too old for the bullshit. Jasper offers to help. she takes it. grudgingly. she's DISTRAUGHT but so traumatized she's doing what she does best & closing herself off from the pain.

except Jasper knows better. after the deed is done & she retires to her chambers he goes in with her. & as soon as he starts prodding she cracks & unleashes all this pent up emotion. this is a whole different María. Jasper has never felt such deep emotion ever. or so many emotions at once. how does so much emotion fit into such a smol lady??? science is still uncovering the phenomenon

& underneath all that pain & anguish & exhaustion & fear & hate & disgust, Jasper feels love. raw, aching love. for her family. for her past. for her country. for her life. for him. he will drown in her before morning. sometimes you just gotta hold a girl & cry with her

OHP THEY FUCK PT. 2 ELECTRIC FUCKAROO

WOW actually openly being in love engaging with your emotions is kinda rad (& scary). María can really reflect on her life & herself. like maybe this war isn't the end all be all? maybe there's more to this life than revenge? maybe for the first time she can see her future on the horizon? maybe saving Mexico is futile bc war is never-ending, & maybe if she didn't spend all this energy killing she could spend more energy loving...

& maybe Jasper feels that way too. maybe that's why he's depressed. maybe he's just as tired as she is. maybe he's losing his mind over all this death. maybe he feels trapped. maybe he resents her. maybe he hates her. maybe he's plotting to kill her. maybe she should kill him before he kills her because even if he didn't kill her he would definitely kill her just by killing her because she loves likes loves him & she can't let him go even though he wants her to which is why he's going to—

oh.

jasper left.

she won't need to kill him after all. jasper left. he didn't want to kill her. he just wanted to leave her. alone. so he left.

jasper is gone.

...oh.

***

The Calgary Incident

Speaking of finding him, why did she care enough to look him up years later, and decide to visit anyway? (For the record: I don’t believe Maria initially came to kill or cause trouble bc why would she? If that’s the case she wouldn’t have come alone for a whole coven of vamps. She’s too smart and good at survival for that)

first: let's acknowledge the fact that the Cullens weren't able to detect María until the last second & that a coven of seven with THREE (3) gifted vampires was too scared to take on one (1) María. QUEEN

second: María DEF wasn't there to harm them bc 1) wtf does María care about Canadian territory? 2) if the Cullens were her enemies they would already be dead.

she's there for Jasper. probably not to ask him for advice/help. she got by fine without him. María being María she's also not going to come to him like "i'm still in love with you."

that said, she IS a ride or die. if she thought Jasper was in exceptional danger she would warn him. the Volturi likely have their eye on María & (for other reasons) the Cullens, & she got wind of it. she was looking out for him, & maybe even hoping for better diplomatic relations Just In Case. even if the Cullens naïvely believed their happy little (powerful) family wasn't being watched, María knows better. she's careful, calculated, & she knows the Volturi will make trouble for the Cullens (& by extension her) in the future.

Jasper is also a ride or die. & him telling her to "keep her distance" is to protect HER. not him. not Alice. not the Cullens. bc he knows "keep your distance" as a threat/warning is pointless. girl will do whatever the hell she wants. but he also knows she put herself in a vulnerable position to find them. he knows if the Volturi weren't watching her then, they certainly are now that she has visited the up-and-coming Cullen coven. "keep your distance" is akin to him saying "take care of yourself."

this, & "tell her i wish her well," is the closest they will get to saying "i still love you."

but they don't have to say it. they already know.

[scarfacemarston]

Could you maybe probably sort of kind of pretty please with a cherry on top write a Natasha x reader? Wlw preferred but nbreader is cool too. Maybe like a prank fic? I love pranks so much they bring so much serotonin into my veins 💋💋💋

Natasha x F! Reader prank people

Warnings: LOTS of cussing from Rumlow because that's just the type of guy he is. Takes place before the Hydra reveal. You loved a lot of things about Natasha. Who wouldn’t love the woman? You were the luckiest gal in the world to call her your partner. You loved how many layers she had to her and felt honored to see the softer, more playful side of her. Not many people knew that she had a penchant for pranks. It was quite simple for her to play pranks on people and let chaos reign because no one ever suspected it was the severe and stoic Black Widow.

Sometimes, she would prank people and give the most mischievous and playful smile -reserved only for you.

Well, there came a time when you wanted to join in. After all, it was a fun new way for you two to bond as a couple. Natasha quirked an eyebrow at your request but accepted it anyway.

Some of her favorite targets included Isaac Murphy, Brock Rumlow, and the IT guy from the 7th floor of the Shield Headquarters.

“You remember that I like to play the long game here, right? No salt in the sugar container or pie in the face antics. That’s child’s play. No, I want them to be either very confused, suffering or both. You can handle that, can’t you?” Natasha said with a quick of her lips. You scoffed.

“Of course I can! I have some ideas of my own, you know.” You defended yourself. Natasha crossed her arms. “Well this I have to hear.” “Well, I hate Brock Rumlow, too. I have a simple, but obnoxious prank on him, but he might tear up the room.” You warned.

“Hm, if it’s too awful, I’ll have to hear his loud mouth whining about it. Save your best idea for him to make it worth it.” Natasha thought aloud.

“Okay, will do. This Murphy guy, you have his email and number, right? Why not sign him up for the most famous mega church we can find? Joel Olsteen or Kenneth Copland, like that!.”

“He’s suspicious. I’m not sure what is off about him, but I will find out. But, not a bad idea, but I think we can do worse.”

“I’m getting there! What about various political campaigners? We could do Obama, Romney, Kennedy and even more local politicians. I receive those emails and texts daily despite donating to a Green Party campaign six years ago. That’s just one! Imagine how horrible three or more would be!” You enthused.

Natasha grinned. “Not bad, but I really want him to suffer.” “I was thinking we could give his name to various military recruiters? ” You suggested. “I’ll suggest his name to a multi-level marketing group so they can try to recruit him, too. Not bad for your first prank.” Nat said, hugging you from behind. “I think we can do even better.” Nat muttered in your ear.

“Okay, for Rumlow - I was thinking we trick him into thinking there’s somebody who takes his desk during the night shift. Uses his chair, desk, everything.” You said, a grin curling on your features. “Hm, sounds promising. Go on” She murmured. “Well, I was thinking we move his stuff around every day before he comes in. Maybe lay a crossword puzzle or newspapers scattered in the morning that look read? Move his pens, and everything else!” You laughed. Natasha nodded in approval. I think we should leave half-eaten bags of chips, half-drunk water bottles, and candy wrappers so he thinks someone has been eating there. That will get him. He’s quite possessive with his stuff.” Nat suggested. You gasped. “Oh, he’s going to hate that.” “Yep. And to end it up, we can have multiple files on his computer that look like they’re from Murphy, Jack Rollins and Sitwell. All of them sometimes work the night shifts.” Nat laughed as she turned to face you. ‘Imagine the fights!”

“I’ll be sure to tape them, don’t you worry, love,” Natasha said, tapping your nose.

It wasn’t long until Natasha invited you to have lunch with her at a SHIELD gathering. It was a relaxed affair where nothing intelligence-related was discussed. A few other SHIELD members invited their partners or children as well.

Natasha smirked as she took her seat next to you and placed a plate of sandwiches and milkshakes on the table for you to share.

“Might as well have something to eat while we enjoy the show. Murphy looks like he’s going to have a mental breakdown. His phone has been going off all day to the point that Rumlow threatened to break it, and Maria Hill threatened to take disciplinary action."

At that moment, you heard the buzz of a cellphone receiving a notification…and another…and another.

“They won’t leave me alone!” Murphy whined.

“Shut that damn phone up, or I’m smashing it. I don’t give a fuck about any “disciplinary action.”

“It’s the number, you idiot. Not the phone!” Murphy said, raising his voice.

“Then change the fucking number!” Rumlow raised his voice.

“I can’t! I have too many accounts associated with it! I’d have to start all over!” Murphy whined.

Rollins tromped over, glaring at Murphy. “

All of us are plotting your death, Murphy.” Rollins snapped as he pulled Rumlow by the shoulder away.

“Come on, let’s get you a beer.” Rollins muttered.

“I need more than a damn beer,” Rumlow muttered, stomping off. Soon, the noise was annoying, even the two of you.

Finally, Maria Hill herself made her way over, snatching the phone from Murphy’s hand. “You’re on thin ice, kid,” Hill said, pointing at his face.

Murphy sat, slumping into his chair. “It’s not my fault!” he whined.

You and Natasha exchanged looks as you slipped on your milkshake, stealing one of Natasha’s fries.

“I have to admit, I was close to breaking his phone myself.” Nat admitted.

“Yeah, this might have backfired on us.”

“But it is great to see them at each other’s throats. It distracts them from bothering Steve and I,” Natasha said, stopping your hand from stealing another fry.

“I could have bought you fries, you know.” Nat laughed.

“But I so enjoy stealing yours!” You smiled.

~~~~~ A week later, you received a text from Natasha. “Calling you in a second. Need you to hear this. Need to be silent, though.” “Ok” And with that, your phone began to ring. You picked up immediately only to hear shouting and cursing in the background…from a very familiar voice. It was most certainly Rumlow who had become fed up with the idea of someone “stealing his shit in his space.”

“If I find out which piece of shit is using my desk, I’m going to dismember them! Slowly!” Rumlow bellowed.

You heard a second voice. “No one sits there! Calm down there, alpha male. It’s your space.” Rollins snarked.

“Then where the fuck is this shit coming from? You work the night shift! Why are there files from you, Murphy and Sitwell? “ he shouted.

“Yeah, Over there. That’s how I know no one sits there. I don't know how they got that, Rumlow. I didn't do it." Rollins defended.

“Where did this come from? Or this?” - the sound of objects being thrown came through the phone.”

“Fine, ask Murphy!”

You hear another voice in the background.

“That asshole is on thin ice. If it’s him, good luck finding the body.” Rumlow growled.

“It wasn’t me! I quit working nights last month!” Murphy squeaked.

“That leaves Sitwell, then.” You heard Rollins speak up.

You heard Rumlow growl. “Damn it. That nerd is higher on the ladder than we are…but how about we pay the dweeb a visit anyway?” You heard Rumlow’s voice fade in the background.

You heard Natasha’s voice. “I hope you’re proud of yourself and the chaos you caused,” Nat said, snickering.

“Oh, so proud! I’m sorry you’re having to deal with this, though.” You apologized.

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. I can handle a few mens’ fragile egos and I can drown them out pretty well. I have to say, you impressed me with your pranks. I might need to watch out…but just know that any pranks you play on me, I’ll get you back with a vengence.” Nat warned.

“….. okay, then it will only be fun ones then! A surprise room of puppies, or baklava randomly appearing in places.” You appeased. Nat gave one of her rare laughs.

“I can live with that. Let’s give the boys a break for now, but we are definitely going to prank them again. Maybe we’ll go after new targets. I have to go. Dinner at Demo’s tonight, same time as usual?”

“Wouldn’t miss it. Love you, Tasha.”

“Love you, Y/N”.

[miss-morgans-lover]

Multifanfom:

Top Ships + Dirtiest Minds/ Most Flirtatious:

Kendall/Shelby (PRDC) - Kendall, everyone thinks it's Shelby as Kendall presents as too upright and Shelby makes many dirty jokes, but it's actually Kendall. Kendall gets horny a lot more and when it's just her and Shelby, some of the words to come out of her mouth are entirely unexpected from someone like her.

Tanya/Bella (Twilight) - Tanya, obviously, she's a succubus. She's always flirting with Bella and making dirty references in her ears

Kate/Bella (Twilight) - Kate, much like her sister she's a succubus and loves sex, she's constantly flirting with Bella and touching her, and she is always making dirty jokes

BlackHill (MCU) - Natasha, she knows the most and often ends up horny. She ends up flirting with some guy on a mission then imagining doing those things to Maria, Nat is often going into their shared office and just coming up behind Maria to whisper in her ear

WinterWidow/ BuckyNat (MCU) - People think it's Nat but it's actually Bucky, he remembers things from their past and is desperate to make up on lost time, though Nat is a close second and presents as more dirty minded in public, but behind closed doors, Bucky is the most

ValCarol/MarVal (MCU) - Valkyrie, people expect it to be Carol, but Valkyrie is a lot more dirty minded in both public and behind closed doors. She's always touching and flirting with Carol everywhere, wanting everyone to know Carol is hers. They have also spoke pretty loudly to Carol about the plans she has for her later on

Pansmione (HP) - Pretty similar, but it would be Pansy, but only just, Pansy likes to whisper in Hermione's ears while studying, easily able to distract her.

Narlily (HP) - Pretty similar like Pansmione, everyone who knows about them thinks it's Lily but it's actually Narcissa, but she's a lot more secretive about it. Notes passed in corridors and meet ups on the astronomy tower late at night. Lily is the one that flirts in front of those that know, but Narcissa is all over her once the clock strikes midnight.

Jasper/Peter (Twilight) - Everyone who knows expects it to be Jasper as he's the more dominant, but it's actually Peter, he always walking up to Jasper and sitting on his lap, whispering things into Jasper's ears to make him lose it

Chiley (PRDC) - Just like with Kendall/Shelby everyone thinks it would be Chase, the one who's always flirting with Riley, but it's actually Riley, only he flirts blatantly behind closed doors. Whispers in Chase's ear and touches as they pass drive Chase crazy and Riley knows this.

Rosella (Twilight) - Rosalie, she dresses in ways that drive Bella crazy, though all she needs is a wink in Bella's direction. Her mind makes a lot dirty, she can't even hear Bella in the shower without fantasies plaguing her mind that are so dirty, Edward has to leave the house

Wolfstar (HP) - Most think it's Sirius with the way he flirts with everyone, but those close to them know it's Remus, especially close to the full moon. Whispers, touches, notes, everything, Remus is always doing things to drive Sirius crazy and he loves it

Jegulus (HP) - Just like Narlily, James is the one those that know about them see flirting with him, but Regulus is the one to say the dirtiest things in James' ear or in notes passed in the corridor or through others that know of them.

Carol/Therese (Carol/ A Price Of Salt) - They only flirt fully behind closed doors, only glances and brushes of hands otherwise, and when they do, it's definitely Carol who takes the top spot. This is easily shown in the movie, Therese will blush at even a glance from Carol. Plus, Carol knows what she's doing and Therese knows this.

[gaypirate420]

I had two bisexual ideas but honestly I don't know if I should write them so.

*In this household we do not hate Maria, we are a proud Mexican home so sftu and don't come telling me how much you hate Maria (or Alice too).

*Reader is afab and neutral pronouns.

[writing-for-twilight]

Anonymous asked:

26 + 28, jasper/maria

1.

“Are we only ever going to live in the dark? We fight, bestial and brutal, and reduce ourselves to unthinking machines over dusty scraps of land. We kill the innocent for the compensation of our own losses and end with nothing at all.”

2.

“This is my purpose, to defend my homeland from intrusion, to give back to my community. I’m sure you would know about having to do bad things for good reasons.”

3.

“I had scrambled and clawed for this cold happiness. I have hardened from years of pain and fighting. But I am not you, and I will not watch as you plunge yourself into a world of dark destruction. I see light - and you, with your perfect vampire eyes, somehow have not.”

4.

Jasper,

I am sure you will think that you have freed yourself of me, and that you can now live your perfect piece of happiness. That you never enjoyed the power, the glory, the satisfaction of ripping apart enemies with your bare hands and pointed teeth. The long nights running, hunting, killing in the vast desert landscape.

But you will remember that it is only with me that you felt the sun again.

5.

“I don’t even really want to forget you. Does this make me a bad person, or at least worse than I have to already be?”

6.

“Come back and haunt me, let’s go back to the start.”

7.

Dear Maria,

There are times when I wonder what you would think of me now. You would have made fun of me sitting in a high school with humans, pretending not to suffer from a burning throat, re-learning what I have known a decade ago.

But I am well. She is my home. Once I had thought you would be that shelter, but you proved to be a whirlwind that sought to rip me from my roots that she cherished and nurtured.

[flowerslut]

happy 6 sentence sunday. here's 8

In this particular memory, he’d stopped tearing into the body in his arms—a calf gripped in his hands, the leg attached to nothing more than a lifeless torso—and he’d watched Maria.

He’d studied the way her hands moved softly over the bodies. The most favorable items were things she retrieved during her initial searches, but sometimes, although they’d been forbidden from it, newborns plucked items to keep from the victims they fed on. Jasper watched as Maria carefully pulled stockings from the feet of one newborn before carefully pocketing them, and then on the next body she unclasped a silver bangle, carefully closing the tiny clasp around her own, opposite wrist.

The delicacy in which she handled the bodies she pilfered always made Jasper stop and wonder. On a typical night Jasper would dream up scenarios while moving, letting his thoughts tumble through his mind as he clung to desperate hopes and foolish reveries. On typical nights, if Jasper were lucky, Maria would invite him back into her bed where they’d spend hours wrapped up in each other.

Her hands had never been gentle on his body, even then.

[prairieghcsts]

tag drop 2

[entitled-fangirl]

Are you scared of me, Princess?

Jasper Hale x human!reader

Summary: The reader sees the scars on Jasper's arms, prompting him to tell her the truth.

Words: 1,646

Warnings: talk of murder, vampire stuff idk, scars, cursing

Author's note: God this is angsty. Someone get 8th-grade me in here right now because this is what she thought she was reading at her age.

Masterlist <3

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Jasper sat in the bed placed in his room, his mate resting her back against his chest. His arms were wrapped around her waist and his face found its way into her hair. Her hands were placed on top of his on her waist, relishing in the feeling of comfort he gave her.

They were a strange pair, the two. The bloodthirsty vampire fighting his instincts to feed and the helpless human girl who wouldn’t be able to fight him if she tried. 

But she trusted him with her whole heart. It had been hard at first. She had to marinate in the knowledge of the existence of vampires, and he suffered the constant smell of her sweet scent, calling out to him every second.

It was so hard for him, even on a good day. Her smell of her blood always drew him in. 

The only thing holding him back from draining her was the feeling he knew he wouldn’t fight the minute her body became lifeless: dread.

But now, they laid in each other’s arms in complete trust. 

Her hand wandered up his forearm, stopping at the unevenness of his skin. She looked down, pulling his sleeve up briefly.

Bite marks and scratches laid all up and down his forearm. She didn’t want to know how far up his arm it went, thankful for the sleeve.

She felt him shift. He felt uncomfortable. Scared of her reaction. But above all else, he cared for her. She could practically feel his gift poking at her emotions, intertwining them with his. A sense of calmness fell over the two of them before words could form.

Her hand still laid against his arm gently, her thumb brushing one of the bites to comfort him in her own way.

She felt his head move away from hers, leaning back against the bed frame. She used this opportunity to turn in his grip, now facing him. Once there, she pulled his arm into her lap, her eyes inspecting the scars in front of her. 

He simply watched. He couldn’t hide them, and he would never lie. Not to her. So, he simply sat there to let her ask him or draw her own conclusions.

She finally looked up, her eyes locking on his. She’s thankful of his gift, because otherwise, she may have been teary-eyed. “T….Tell me, Jasper?”

His eyes softened. God, she was so good to him. So perfect. So innocent and pure. Everything he knew he wasn’t.

Her blood would be so easy to take. The feeling of adrenaline would be worth the-

“It’s… a long story, Princess. I don’t think you wanna hear it.”

She was visibly hurt by his answer, her hand retreating from his. “Oh. I… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pry… I just… just thought…”

He chuckles to himself, teasing her, “Thought what, Princess? You really wanna know?”

She nods, her eyes glossy, holding an unreadable expression.

He sighs. He wanted to hold off from telling her this. That was his plan. But now, she had ruined the perfect plan in his head. Not that he could be mad at her. His heart couldn’t do that.

He pulls his sleeve up his other arm, showing her the scarring. “D’you know much about the Civil War, Darlin’?”

She nods, her eyes never leaving his forearm. 

He smiles, “Good girl. Knew you would.” He took a deep breath, not that he needed to, but it allowed him to collect himself and decide what to say. “I was turned during the Civil War. A woman named Maria convinced me to help her train a vampire army. I was foolish and naive. I thought she was doing the right thing.”

He looked up at her to gauge her reaction. She simply stared at the scars, her head low in thought. He took this as a sign to continue.

“You know.. I was, uh, a major, in the war?”

Her head perked up at that, her eyes meeting his. “A..a major?”

He smirked, “Yeah. Major Jasper Whitlock.” As he said so, she felt a wave of pride come from his body. She didn’t need Jasper’s gifts to sense it, for it had come so plain. 

He continued, “I trained them myself. Her army, I mean. I know you don’t know much about us, but newborn vampires are more dangerous. More deadly. They’re stronger than most.” As he said this, she could feel his tone becoming sharper. 

“Stronger than Emmett?”

He nods, “Yes, Princess. Much stronger. You stay away from a newborn.” It had meant to be advice, but it came out a demand. “They’re more deadly than you can imagine. I’ve watched them do…” his eyes look off in thought, “…unspeakable things…”

A small silence overtakes them before she breaks it. “And you trained them?”

His eyes quickly move back to hers, the amber color glowing, “Yes, ma’am.”

“How?”

“Not easily. They don’t take too well, as you can see,” he said, his head motioning forward at his arms. “I punished them, too. Killed them when they got out of hand or weren’t what we needed.”

He feared to look up at her, but he couldn’t resist. Her gaze was on the window. He didn’t often wish for a gift different than his, but at this moment, he wished he could read her mind. See what was going on in that lovely little human brain of hers. But he couldn’t. He sensed she wasn’t distressed. He had to see her eyes to be sure. Not for his gift’s sake, but for his own. His hand outstretched to grab her jaw gently, pulling it towards his own. “Are you scared of me?”

Her eyes catch his, their faces a foot apart. “…Sh…should I be, Jasper?”

He considers her question quickly with a nod, his voice low. “Really fucking scared.”

She blinks at his wording, her brain struggling to comprehend everything in front of her. 

He wanted to joke, take the dark mood away, but he knew this was serious. “I killed before this,” he gestured to himself, “I killed during this…. I’ll probably have to kill sometime after this. I’ve murdered many with no remorse, their bodies laying at my feet. Innocent lives and murders, too. I overpowered the strongest vampires with ease, ending them mercilessly. My heart holds no mercy. So, I’ll ask again. Are you scared of me?”

She wasn’t sure what to think. She couldn’t put it into words. Was she scared? She supposed so. Any sane person would be. But she trusted him. She trusted him. She trusted him. “You… You won’t hurt me, Jasper.”

He wanted to laugh at her sweet response. How naive of his little lamb. She said it so sure of herself. Of him. She didn’t know of the constant, deep thirst of blood he fought back every time their eyes met. She didn’t know of the pain he felt when she parted from him. She didn’t know of the horrors he had endured. And most importantly, she would never understand the terrors he had caused.

“You don’t know that, Princess.”

She took a quick breath in at his response. Every reasonable thought she ever had was gone. She should run. She should hide. But she didn’t. She wouldn’t. Her body remained here, on the vampire’s bed, his hand gripping her jaw while staring at her like she was prey. Every reasonable thought was gone.

She reached her hand up to place on top of his on her jaw, flinching at the cold feeling of his skin on hers. “You won’t, Jasper.” She began to even sound confident.

He smiled at her, his sharp teeth peeking out. This girl believes in him that much. What a stupid girl. Too trusting. Too hopeful. Too pretty. Too good. Too perfect. He could absolutely ruin her. But he wouldn’t. “C’mon, Princess. Admit you’re a little afraid.” He needed to hear her say it.

Her hand gripped his, pushing it down her jaw lightly until it rested over her throat. His hand now wrapped around her neck, her hand lightly resting on his. 

He was speechless at her touches. Her movements. Her willingness. Her loyalty to him. His eyes stare at his own hand, admiring the view in front of him. Her hopeful eyes staring into his while his hand rested above her only source of oxygen. It was intimate. It was scary. It was perfect. She was perfect. 

His thumb brushed her throat lightly, feeling her heartbeat quicken at his touch. He could practically feel the blood running through her veins. And she trusted him still. 

They sat there in silence for a while, simply admiring the other. 

She was perfect. Too innocent for her own good, but so loyal and willing for him. Her pretty face was the perfect view for him. He could stare at it until the end of his days. And she trusted him with her life. 

She trusted him with the one thing his body thirst to destroy. And he loved her all the more for it.

He was strong. Resilient. An open book for her to read at her leisure. Protective was a word she was familiar with. She felt like his arms were the only thing she needed to live in the world. She trusted him with her life.

His other arm moved up her body, his hand getting lost in the hair on the back of her head. He pushes her forward, capturing her lips in his. 

The hand on her neck stayed. But it never twitched. 

They pulled away from each other to let her catch her breath. Their faces were close as they tried to think of the right words to say.

“You’re not afraid of me.”

It wasn’t a question, it was a statement. She wasn’t afraid of him. 

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[dreamsholdpowers]

Just a thought that's been floating around in my head.

Not proof read

Characters: Jasper Whitlock Hale x Gender-Neutral Reader.

Warnings: None as far as I'm concerned.

Angst/Fluff??

Word count: 638

Imagine~

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You're sitting with Jasper, in your room. It's still a fairly new relationship and you're trying to get used to the whole Vampireness, it definitely makes a lot of sense now that you know. But right now the tranquil and serene atmosphere in your room provides a sense of solace as you bask in each other's presence.

You're sitting up against the headboard of the bed as Jasper lays with his back against your chest. Your fingers tracing mindless patterns up and down his arm when you first feel it.

"Bite marks?" Is what you first think to yourself. Acutely aware of how quickly Jasper tensed up in your hold. Your hands go up to gently cup his cheeks, making him look into your (e/c) eyes that are filled with concern and confusion, meeting Golden hues that look uncomfortable, it's a new sight on the normally calm vampire and that has you on edge.

He feels it, of course he does. Jasper doesn't need to use his gift to tell what you're feeling. The look in your eyes tells him more than enough and he hesitates. You're the best thing that's happened to him in his gruelling existence as a vampire, and he fears telling you would be just as good as loosing you.

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to Jas, Though I'm here if you need me." You interject his spiralling thoughts, your gentle touch on his cheek somewhat grounding him to reality. He does hesitate but you deserve to know the truth. Jasper has always been a weak man when it came to you. He shifts in your hold. Such that he sits infront of you. His golden eyes look dim. As a small smile tugs on his lips. One that doesn't reach his eyes.

"You're gonna know either way someday darlin'." His voice is smooth, the southern drawl that never fails to make you feel butterfliesin your stomach, your hands lace with his his. Fingers twining together as Jasper looks at you.

For the next hour, Jasper tells you about everything. His past as the Major in confederate army, meeting Maria and training her coven of newborn vampires. Showing you the countless bitemarks that litter his smooth pale skin. He doesn't try to prod with your emotions. Wanting to know exactly how you feel about him.

What he didn't expect was for you to cry, cry for him and his past. You were unable to believe as how could someone treat him like that, make him do such stuff. Your hands holding his hands. So gently as if you're afraid that one wrong touch would shatter him. To someone else it would be funny, you're holding a vampire more than four times your age who could snap your neck on a whim with such care as if he's fine china.

The way you hold him, he's taken aback. When he can't feel an ounce of disgust from you, Jasper expected you to move away from him, turn away in disgust and not cry for him, holding him so gently. He knows he doesn't deserve it. He's a selfish man when it comes to you, he can't refuse any touch you offer him. Soaking it up like a sponge. His heart feels heavy, how could a monster like him find someone so pure like you, someone who holds him so gently and lovingly like you do. He wraps his arms around you, pulling him into his arms and rubs your back, tucking you under his chin to soothe you.

"you're to good fr'me darlin'." He says looking down at you with a look that could border on adoration, he was sure he could count himself as the luckiest man-vampire on earth to have someone like you as his mate.

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Hi darlings!

English isn't my first language so please forgive me for any mistakes, it's short, I'm aware.

It was roaming around in my head so I needed to write it down, I pray anyone reading this has a good day!

☁️Aqsa~

[su-angelvicioso]

👀

Preface: I usually don’t ever post any unfinished artwork Ever.... BUT i’ve been trying to step out of my comfort zone for years now so why not try something new like sneak peeks of my silly little projects? Lmao! Anyways, please gaze at your own risk (bad & cringe art lmao.💀) i’m gonna choose not to add my novel-long explanation behind this piece but if anyone is interested I just might edit and add it lol. ❤️✨

[homisexual11]

Jalice X Reader NSFW Alphabet

How I’m supposed to do this? I don’t know, homie. But I’ll figure it out.

Warnings: mentions of vampirism, and mentions of blood… the usual. overstimulation

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Both of them are so good at it, and are such sweethearts. Beware, you will be coddled like crazy. Running a bath for you, then changing you into warm clothes (because they’re both fucking freezing)

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

They love all of you. But… Alice loves your lips, and Jasper likes your thighs. Alice’s reasoning is a bit less SFW, but she genuinely likes the shape of them and how they look. She also likes what you can do with them, but anyways… Jasper genuinely likes lying on your thighs innocently.

Alice likes her eyes, she likes the way they look on her, and what she can do to you with them…

Jasper likes his fingers because he knows how well he can please both of you with them. Man is good with his hands. (As seen in the gif— yes that is the entire reason I added it)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

It takes quite a while for both of them to orgasm, vampire stamina and all that… and genuinely they could go at it for hours, but they normally stop after one with themselves. For you, my love, they will overstimulate you to no end.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Alice is actually surprisingly dominant… but because of the fact that Jasper is nervous to be out of control she normally just lets it go. But when you come around, it becomes less a secret.

Jasper wouldn’t mind if you called him sir, but doesn’t want to weird you out. (Help he’s so sweet)

Also both of them might like to see you cry from pleasure but—

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

They had obviously done it with each other before you, and before then Jasper had done it a couple times with Maria…still that was more to get her off than him, gotta love that. It’s not the worst thing she did. (Ima leave that at that)

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Alice likes to sit on your face.

Jasper likes to SEE your face. He will do pretty much anything, though.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It can be a little silly… like a quite a few giggles. It can also be serious, but it’s very silly most of the time.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I don’t know why but I can’t do this to save my life 😭 it makes me uncomfortable but I can write like backbreaking earth shattering smut and somehow not this.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Although it’s very silly, Jasper 100% refers to it as making love. He’s very into it, it’s very loving and mostly gentle with him. Alice can join, but she does whatever feels better for you in the moment.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Never really happens. Jasper definitely doesn’t, and Alice never really has the need to.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Overstimulation, said it once, will say it again.

Orgasm denial every now and then

Obviously multiple people (but will do it separately, either she and him, you and him, or you and her)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

A bedroom, it’s simple. They’re simple like that.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Dirty talk for both of them. Also Jasper likes seeing both of you in his clothes? Take that as you will.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that physically hurts. Blood play, for obvious reasons. Also Jasper would probably not want to do it before marriage, but might be convinced?

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Both. Both of them love both. They both do it so well, too.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

For Alice it depends, but for Jasper it’s normally slow and sensual… unless something’s pissed him off, which he normally won’t fuck you if that’s the case but if he does you’re in for a wild ride (literally and figuratively)

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Alice will do it, she’s the more progressive of the two on almost anything. Jasper prefers not, but if you really needed it he would.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

With anything that wouldn’t hurt you, yeah. That limits it a little bit, but still.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Obviously they could go for weeks on end, but they normally only do one or two for them. Once again, on you they will go at it until you beg them to stop.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

No, but if you had them they could be used.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Alice can be a tease, but she doesn’t always do it. Jasper could, and boy would it bother you, but he normally doesn’t.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Neither of them are very loud, because they held their breath if you were human… if you weren’t, they would let a couple sounds slip. They also learned to keep quiet so people wouldn’t know as easily, but one time you were giving Jasper head and he whimpered so much because no one was in the area—

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

One of the best experiences with all of you together was when you went down on Alice as Jasper took you from behind. Yall did the exact same thing for a long time that night…

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I don’t know how to do this for Alice 😭 but Jasper is average but he’s a little thicker. (Help that made me uncomfortable to write)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Alice’s is higher than Jaspers, but Both are very low.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

They don’t sleep.

[xetlynn]

Alice & Jasper Masterlist

Youngest Shadow- Alice Cullen x reader x Jasper Hale

Introduction!

The first movie

Chapter One- Two Sisters, Dad

Chapter Two- First Day

Chapter Three- Crash It

Chapter Four- Field Trips

Chapter Five- Sick Days

Chapter Six- Confirming Us

Chapter Seven- Meet Again

Chapter Eight- The Game

Chapter Nine- Memories

Chapter Ten- Home

The Second Movie

Chapter One- Birthday Wishes

Chapter Two- Plans to Go

Chapter Three- Heartbreak and Wolves

Chapter Four- Fate

Chapter Five- Tore Up

Chapter Six- Reincarnate Pt. 1

Chapter Seven- Reincarnate Pt. 2

Chapter Eight- Pick Up

Chapter Nine- Hot and Cold

Chapter Ten- Steam

Chapter Eleven- Cliffs

Chapter Twelve- Forgive

Chapter Thirteen- Volturi

The Third Movie

Chapter One- Transformation

Chapter Two- Florida

Chapter Three- Intruder

Chapter four- Beast of the Inbetween

Chapter five- Graduates

Chapter six- Maria

Chapter seven- The battle

The last movie

Chapter one- Day Before

Chapter two- Last Time

Chapter three- Date Night

Chapter four- Voices

Chapter five- Warning Chapter six- The Pack Chapter seven- Renesmee

Started: July 20th, 2023

Finished: (ongoing)

[astraule]

"I'm Yours Now"

Pairing: Jasper x Reader Song: Dreaming of You - Cigarettes After Sex TW: Cursing and hinting to sex. Y/N: She/ Her vampire reader, was a part of the Mexican coven but was able to flee. Gift: Power to emit an irresistible singing that lures anyone who hears it to the user. Word Count: 2.7 K Summary: The Cullens meet you, a mysterious vampire who needs Jasper's help to get away from Maria. Worried about his family, Jasper agrees to protect you. Shopping together, you finally open up about your fears regarding acceptance. Your day turns when Maria accuses Jasper of theft, resulting in a tense stand-off. You confront Maria and decide to leave with Jasper for safety. In his room, you confess to being jealous of him with Maria, and Jasper calms you by letting you know he is yours now, making it an intense scene between you.

Jasper POV: (Cullen House Living Room)

Bella turned to Edward, an interested expression on her face. "You're saying she actually did come to visit at least once?" she asked, her legs sprawled across his lap. I looked up from my book as I sat on the couch and said, "Maria is really self-centered; she tends to act on impulse without thinking things through.”

"I made it clear to her that she should not come back here, but, quite frankly, I would not be surprised to see her pop up again." I rolled my eyes, reflecting on some of the happenings from the Southern wars.

Bella asked, her interest awakened. "Is there anyone from your old coven that you miss?" I was about to say, "Peter and Charlotte were great friends back then, and we still keep in touch. But there's one vampire I haven't seen since those days-" when Bella cut me off with a wide-eyed look of excitement. "Seriously?! Who is it?

This made me chuckle and shake my head. "I can't say a lot, but her gift was all in her voice. She had this astonishing ability to draw people in when she sang." Bella was looking interested, but I could tell she wanted more and would have asked more if suddenly there wasn't some noise outside that distracted us.

"Who are you?" Rosalie's voice carried as Bella, Edward, and I rushed out to join the rest of our family, stirred by the presence of a silent stranger. Recognition hit me like a bolt as soon as she was about to speak, sending me leaping forward and covering her mouth. "What are you doing here?" I questioned, looking down at Y/N, her wide, red eyes gazing up at me.

(Living Room)

Y/N started speaking, her voice barely above a whisper, "Peter told me you'd be here, said you might be able to help me." Even with our super-sensitive vampiric hearing, the sound came across barely audible. Alice gave me a bewildered look. "Peter? Your friend? " she asked. I faced Y/N again, trying to confirm my suspicions. "You’re sure Maria didn’t send you?" She shook her head and whispered, "No, it was Peter. You can ask him if you like; he said you could help me get away from Maria.”

"Help you? You do realize that if Maria finds out you're here, it puts my entire family in danger," I said, crossing my arms. She hesitated, clearly considering how much to say, before finally responding, "I’ve been in danger since the moment I decided to come looking for you."

"You can't be thinking about this seriously," Rosalie said, her eyes on me. "This decision concerns the whole family." Carlisle seconded, his eyes on Y/N, who stared back at him with an assurance that made him seem uneasy. "I'm just passing through; I don't mean to cause any trouble on your territory," Y/N said.

"Carlisle, I have known this vampire for years, and she has never crossed the line," I said, but Emmett cut in. "No offense, dude, but do you remember the mess you made when you first came to this family?" "I get that, and appreciate it, really. It's exactly why I'll be keeping a very close eye on her until we can dispose of her safely," I said.

"I have no problem with her roaming free as long as we look out for her." Bella seconded my opinion; her bright red eyes shining when she looked at Y/N. "Bella, this vampire is not a newborn as you are. Her eyes are red because of human blood consumption, and whatever mess she causes, it will be because of her decision and not because of lack of self-control," Edward said.

Emmett said, "And on top of that, if she wants to use that gift of hers against us or anyone else, we're fucked." Y/N responded, "That’s why I speak softly, I have never really had the opportunity to use my voice.”

"Let's go hunting while we figure things out; we must be starving, after all." Carlisle finally spoke up, but then Rosalie chimed in, "Someone needs to keep an eye on the threat," looking at Y/N, who didn't look fazed at all. "I can stick around to watch her; just make sure to bring me something to drink," I offered.

(Jasper’s Room)

"Your room is nice. We never had rooms back in the coven. You remember when we used to lie around in packs?" Y/N asked softly, perched in my chair with her legs crossed. I shook my head, replying, "That was pointless; we never felt cold, never needed sleep." I looked at the books on my shelf.

"I'm sorry to burst into your peaceful life like this. Maria's completely lost her mind; she's no longer able to lead. Honestly, she never could. You were always the one making the tough decisions; you were the real leader-" Y/N began, but I cut her off. "Those were bad decisions I made, and since then, I have grown.”

"You have a great life here, just like I did when I was human." She whispered once more, "In a place where I could really live, express myself, scream, talk, and sing. But now, my voice feels like a burden; we've all been afflicted by Maria's curse.”

After a moment of silence, Y/N finally broke the silence, while I went to my shelf, pulled out a book, and sat down in an empty chair next to her. "Peter mentioned that you drink animal blood. I've been trying to get the hang of it to make my stay in your territory smoother as I traveled here. I've had a few mishaps, but don't worry, none of them happened in your area."

"Accidents happen to all of us, and in our own way, each of us has tasted human blood. All of us but Rosalie and Bella, that is. Their self-control is remarkable - the best I've ever seen." I said, not looking up from my book, just keeping my eyes on its pages.

Y/N whispered, "Lucky." The silence that followed lasted long minutes. "I can practically hear your desire to know more, Y/N. Ask your questions," I said, continuing to read my book, never taking my eyes from it. "What's the newborn for? You aren't so tender with them." She finally asked. "Bella? She’s my brother Edward's mate. To be frank, better a newborn than a human, having to constantly battle the instinct of killing her.”

"You met her while she was human and didn't kill her?" Y/N's voice rose. "You really are amazing-" she said, her voice slowly becoming quieter now. This made me look up from my book and back to her. "There were so many times I wanted to, yet I could never do that to my brother," I said.

"Oh yeah, your family. I'm aware you have a special ability; do any of your relatives share a gift?" Y/N asked as she playfully threw her legs over the arm of the chair. "Alice has the ability to see the future, Edward can read minds, and Bella’s a shield." I was surprised at how much was pouring out.

I decided it was time to pause the interrogation. At the sound of the creaking front door, announcing my family's return, I shut my book. "Jasper, we've come to an agreement," Carlisle's voice sounded throughout the house.

(Dining Table)

"Why do you need a dining table? We don't eat," Y/N asked over her shoulder. "We have to fit in," Edward said for the group. "Very well, let's begin," Carlisle said. "Y/N will stay with us for the time being. If she can prove not to be an issue, we can revisit the topic of an extended stay. But if she does prove to be a problem, we will need to dispose of her before the Volturi comes and kills all of us.”

Y/N didn't look fazed, just nodded in response. "For now, she'll be under your care, Jasper. Make sure to share all your knowledge with her," Carlisle instructed. I let out a sigh in my head. "Fantastic," I thought, knowing Y/N's presence brought an uncomfortable feeling in me.

Alice beamed. "I bet you don't have too much with you! We should hit the shops once you have your thirst under control, the four of us." She hooked a companionable arm through Rosalie-who looked less than enthusiastic about being in Y/N's company-and Bella-who didn't look all that enthused by the prospect of shopping. "Shopping?" Y/N murmured, head cocked in interest.

(3 Months Later, Jasper’s Room)

Y/N tugged at my arm in urgency, her voice no higher than a whisper. "Come on, I couldn't wait to show you my new clothes!" she exclaimed, almost losing balance with the mountain of bags she juggled in the other hand. If human, I was sure that by now her blood flow would be restricted.

"Alright, let me see," I said, lowering myself into my chair. Just as I was about to relax, Y/N started stripping right in front of me, and I jumped up from my seat, tossing a blanket over her. "The bathroom is just over there," I said, my hand gesturing in that direction. Luckily, I was a vampire; otherwise, my cheeks would have been bright red.

Y/N was slowly finding her place in our lives, her eyes turning to the warm honey gold color that we all shared. But she had a lot to learn yet; Maria's strict rules had her feeling quite unhuman, even for a vampire.

A few minutes later, Y/N emerged from the bathroom, in a red top and jean skirt. "What do you think of this one? Rosalie helped me pick it out," she asked, eyes sparkling with excitement. I nodded in appreciation, responding, "It's absolutely gorgeous." Just then, she darted back into the bathroom, probably to show me yet another outfit.

Within less than five minutes, she came out of the bathroom again, this time in a black top and checkered skirt, then twirled around to ask, "How about this one? Alice chose it." I couldn't help but laugh as I said, "You really do look like Alice in that outfit." That made me wonder who taught her that spinning thing when showing off your clothes.

"You're going to love this next one," she said, disappearing into the bathroom. A minute later, she reemerged in a dark red shirt and jeans. "Let me guess, Bella picked that out for you?" I asked, and she nodded. "You definitely look like her, but what do you like?" I asked, and she thought about it for a second. Finally, she said, "Will you take me shopping tomorrow?

(Next Day, Living Room)

“I'll be out shopping with Y/N today, so just give me a call if anything comes up," I said to my family, who were all sitting around the TV. Just as I finished saying that, Rosalie stood up from the couch, beating Emmett to it. "Jasper, we need to talk."

Emmett huffed in annoyance, "Rose, come on. We've already talked about this." I interrupted, crossing my arms, "No, let her speak. I want to know what she's going to say." When Rosalie began to pipe up, she said, "This family is complete. Y/N petitioned to come through, not to join."

“I've enjoyed having her here," Bella said. Alice nodded in agreement. Edward spoke up, "For once, I think I might be willing to agree with Rosalie. The last time you all went out of the house, I was the only one who stayed behind with her. I found her to be softly singing in the dark of your room, Jasper."

"She loves to sing, but she has to find ways to do it without activating her abilities." I looked at Edward for a moment before turning my gaze to the soft sounds coming from the stairs, where Y/N stood, wearing the same serene expression she had on her first day here. "I let Y/N stay as long as she abides by the rules; our family is made up of various vampires, Rose," Carlisle clarified.

"Hey, let's continue this conversation when I get back," I said, holding the front door open for Y/N to step outside.

Y/N POV: (Port Angeles)

“Do they not like me?” I asked, looking over at Jasper as we walked together. “What a silly question, of course they-” Jasper started to say, but I cut him off. “It just feels like they don’t like me,” I said.

A brief moment of silence hung in the air before I finally spoke. "I really like them. Emmett has such a great sense of humor; he always knows how to make me laugh. Edward is incredibly smart, and I find myself learning new things from him all the time. Carlisle is a gentle and kind vampire, just like Esme, and they both remind me of my parents. Alice is so sweet; I feel at ease sharing anything with her. Bella has a calming presence, and the quiet moments we share are never awkward. Rosalie is stunningly beautiful, and even though she doesn’t seem to like me much, I still think very highly of her."

"They really do like you. It's just that you're new, and new things can feel a bit overwhelming because we don't know what to expect. They just need some time to adjust to you, just like I have," Jasper said, looking into my eyes. "I like you, Jaz," I said with a smile. "I like you too, Y/N. So, how about we go find you some new clothes?" he proposed, and I nodded in agreement.

(Clothing Store)

"Hey Y/N, we've been browsing for an hour now. Is there really nothing here that catches your eye? We could always check out another shop," Jasper suggested, trailing behind me as I wandered through the aisles. "It's just that there are so many options-" I started to explain, but my words were cut short when I collided with someone unexpectedly. "So this is where you've been hiding," a voice I recognized said. Looking up, I was met with the sight of Maria, the vampire I had hoped to avoid.

Maria shot a fierce look at Jasper, her voice dripping with disbelief. “I might have overlooked your leaving, but stealing my most prized possession? That’s just too much.” Jasper retorted, “We don’t owe you anything.” His response only ignited Maria’s fury. “What are you planning to do next, cowboy? You’ve already caused enough trouble.”

"I brought you into this world, and I can just as easily take you out of it," Maria said, her grip on my arm tightening. "I never asked for you to be created! We're leaving now," I shot back, my voice rising above the whispers of the crowd around us.

(Jasper’s Room)

Jasper shook his head as he closed the door, casting a glance at me on his bed. “She’s out of her mind for coming back here.” I sighed, feeling the heaviness of the situation. “Once she finds me, it’s all over.” He looked at me with resolve. “I won’t let that happen,” he promised, sitting down next to me.

“Jasper, we used to share a deep friendship, which is why I decided to contact you. I’m not sure if it’s connected to your special talent, but I’ve always felt a sense of security in your presence. I genuinely want to preserve the connection we have.”

“I’ll protect you, Y/N,” Jasper whispered, softly resting my head on his shoulder. “You don’t have to face this alone anymore.”

“Together forever?” I asked, giving him a playful smile. “Absolutely, we’ve tackled so many challenges together,” he replied, laughing as I thought back to the lighter moments from the Southern Wars. “Remember that time Peter almost drained the human we brought for Maria?” I said, making Jasper chuckle. “Thank goodness we stepped in; otherwise, he would have been done for.”

Jasper started, “We had such a great time when Maria wasn’t there.” Before he could continue, I rushed in and hugged him tightly. “I’ve always felt a twinge of jealousy towards her for having you,” I confessed. “If you want me to be yours now, I can be,” he responded.

"Mine, all mine." I said before pushing my lips against his having him gently pull my shirt off.

Emmett POV: (Living Room)

"What in the world is that noise?" Rose asked, plopping down beside me on the couch and giving us both a moment to listen in. "You must be kidding me! First it was Edward and Bella; now it's Jasper and Y/N?”

I struggle so much to write steamy scenes, but I really want to get better for all of you. If anyone has any tips or advice on how to do better, I would so appreciate it!

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Broken Pieces Put Back Together

Jasper Whitlock X Reader

Summary: You get turned by Maria a short time after Jasper. Life in the coven is not what you expect though, as Maria quickly realizes you have a useful ability and you end up outliving the other newborns. At least you have Jasper, though. Until you don't.

Word Count: 3361

Warning: Depression, a short bit of suicidal thoughts, canonical violence. It gets rough in the middle y'all.

Lots of hurt but it has a happy ending, I promise.

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You and Jasper were close to fast friends when you were forced to join Maria’s army. At first, you were terrified of the blond and his scar-ridden skin. Word reached you quickly of all he’d done, the countless lives he’d taken. How could you not be scared?

But then one night you found him on his own, standing outside the abandoned barn you called home, looking up at the stars with such a broken expression. That night, something drew you to his side. The urge to comfort, the need to ease his pain, was the first feeling to overcome the overwhelming sense of bloodlust constantly burning in your throat.

Not a single word was spoken that night. You didn’t know what to say, not to this man who had lived through so much more than you, and he didn’t offer anything in return. You both just stood there, still as statues, looking up at the stars.

That night you learned that Jasper Whitlock is not all that he appears to be.

It’s also the night Maria learned of your ability, and decided you might be of more value than she originally thought. You hadn’t even realized you were doing anything. In that moment, all you wanted was to keep him safe, hide him for just a little bit so he could breathe. And apparently you had done just that. You both disappeared, from everyone’s perception at least.

And so you lived. Outlived.

Your new reality was much crueler than you thought it could be. You realized that when your friend, a young girl changed the day after you, was deemed no longer useful.

That night, Jasper was the one who came to you.

“(Y/n).”

You don’t look away from the sky, the bleeding colors of the sunset dull in comparison to the flashing colors of fire behind your eyes. You can smell the smoke clinging to his clothes as he gets closer. It burns your nose, makes your chest ache as a fresh wave of pain sweeps through you.

“It was you, wasn’t it?” You ask quietly, voice like a broken set of bells.

Jasper sets his jaw, looking down at his hands. He nods slowly, an unfamiliar lump forming in his throat. He’s never felt guilty for following orders, he always thought it was for the best, that Maria knew better than the rest of them.

But then you look at him, your eyes swimming with tragedy, and it makes something inside of him ache. There’s no anger, no hatred, like he expected, just an ocean of grief.

 It clogs your throat, burns behind your eyes, leaves you shaking. You rest on the edge of tears, suffocating in that horrible, sinking feeling, but always unable to cry. And you hate it. You hate it. You hate it. It’s like walking a tightrope, always off balance, yet never falling.

But you shatter when a hand rests gently on your shoulder.

A dry, ugly sob breaks past your lips as you turn into Jasper’s body. He curls his arms around you wordlessly, wishing he could hold all your pieces together. And even though his hands are the ones that did it, even though you know he’ll have to do it again and again and again, you can’t help but soak up every ounce of comfort from his rare embrace.

Slowly the sadness lifts, until it's bearable, not crushing you but not completely gone. His ability. Usually you’d scold him, tell him your emotions are yours for a reason, but right now all you can do is hold onto him tighter.

He’s all you have left, now.

Something changed after that night. You and Jasper got even closer. He protected you and was your rock when Maria turned your ability into a weapon. And on nights when she would go hunting alone, the two of you would perch on the roof of the barn and just look at the stars, talking about anything and everything. 

You loved hearing stories of his human life. He would tell you about his time in the army, about the pressure he faced to join when he got old enough. His family didn’t have much, especially after the war started. You could tell he loved them, just by the soft smile he would get any time he talked about them.

You would take turns sharing stories. You told him about your siblings and their mischievous games. You were the oldest, so it often rested on you to watch over them, which usually ended with you covering up their shenanigans. You loved it though, taking care of them, teaching them.

That urge was still somewhere deep inside you, a motherly instinct you can’t quite shake. It made it all the more difficult to distance yourself from the fresh newborns in the coven. Before, you would take them in, calm them down, make sure they had something to drink to ease the pain of their thirst.

You couldn’t experience that again, though. That loss. So you kept your distance, spending most of your time with Jasper anyways. The man’s threatening aura kept most of them away. 

Except one. 

A newborn, a little too confident, a little too high on his new strength, decided he just couldn’t leave you alone. For the most part, you ignored him. In your human life, you dealt with more than enough  unwanted attention, so you thought you were used to it. He was as stubborn as he was arrogant though.

Until Jasper nearly killed him for making a move on you (a little too aggressively).

Luckily Maria wasn’t there for that.

“Are you alright?” Jasper ushers you outside, red eyes frantically scanning over you, as if you could be battered and bruised. 

“I’m fine, Jas,” you breathe, brushing the dust from your pants, “I’m more worried about that guy you just ripped the arm off of.”

“I should’ve killed him for touchin’ you.”

You glance at him, amusement quickly replacing the mild panic that filled you the moment that man laid his hands on you, “You know you wouldn’t. Maria would get angry if you did that.”

Jasper’s lips draw into a thin line. It shouldn’t matter. You’re the only one who treats him like he’s still human, his only friend. He wants to say that he will always protect you, even if he has to fight Maria herself. But the words don’t come. Deep down, a part of him knows they aren’t true, and that leaves behind a bitter taste in his mouth.

“Don’t look like that.” He blinks when you touch his cheek, your fingers soft and light, unlike Maria’s. You smile at him, just as gently, voice resigned, “I know how you think, Jasper Hale. You’re a loyal man, and that’s okay. You don’t have to explain yourself to me.”

As you say it, a sadness wraps around you, one that Jasper doesn’t understand. It doesn’t match your smile, or the soft creasing of your eyes as you look up at him. Why does it make you so sad?

You don’t let the feeling linger though, reigning it in the moment you notice the slight furrow of his brow he sometimes gets when he is trying to focus on your emotions. You don’t need him figuring out why. Why his loyalty to Maria makes your chest ache so painfully.

Falling in love with Jasper Hale was as easy as breathing, which says something considering you don’t even need to. Behind the tough, military face of his, was a man who was charismatic and gentle, who liked to laugh and remembered the name of every horse he’d ever ridden. 

He was loyal to a fault.

That’s why he could not see Maria’s true nature for the longest time. It became clear to you rather quickly once you got closer with Jasper. Close enough that she took notice. Close enough that she decided to do something about it.

It started with small things.

Whenever you would go to talk to Jasper, she would call him over for something unimportant.

She started sending you on little tasks, just to keep you out of the barn.

Even on the days she would go hunting, the days you looked forward to most because you and Jasper could be completely alone, she started taking Jasper with her.

And each time, she would give you one of those vicious smiles. Like she won. It did not take long to realize it was all on purpose. In her own way, she was telling you loud and clear that she wanted you nowhere near Jasper and anytime you tried, she’d be there to show you just how little you mattered.

What hurt most, though, was how Jasper always listened to her. Every time, he would follow after her like a good soldier, casting you a guilty look over his shoulder. You didn’t blame him though. You couldn’t. Not when you knew the alternative.

So you got used to being alone for the first time in your life. The sadness, the one that Jasper kept at bay all that time, slowly crept back in, filling every nook and cranny of your being. Day after day, it got harder to stay, to listen to Maria’s direction. Even when you did listen, she treated you like a pest, contempt burning in her eyes. 

You couldn’t bring yourself to leave though. The thought alone made your heart ache, because that would mean leaving Jasper. No amount of distance could dampen those feelings that came so quickly. They were branded in your heart, a part of you now and probably forever. A simple look from him and you would resign yourself all over again to stay. 

Even if it got you killed.

Some days were too hard though, watching him follow on Maria’s heel, doing all she asked. It had been months since you talked, actually talked. Months since you heard him laugh or felt the comfort of his touch, no matter how small it was. And it hurt.

The pain made it hard to drink. You’d go weeks without blood, finding the burn of the hunger was better than the empty feeling in your chest. It made you weak, your skin turning almost translucent, the circles under your eyes growing darker and darker.

Jasper hated it. He had to watch as you fell into depression, your emotions like a dark cloud around you, so strong even the newborns walked on eggshells around you. He hated it, yet he could never do anything about it.

He wasn’t as oblivious as you thought him to be. He was aware of Maria’s resentment towards you. Jasper knew that if he showed his concern, even an inkling of it, she would lash out at you. At least by her side, he could temper her emotions and protect you.

His efforts could only go so far, though.

As you grew weaker, your ability weakened as well. And Maria noticed.

You wanted her to notice. 

Leaving wasn’t an option, but the pain of staying was becoming too much for you to bear. Death seemed like the only way out of this eternally lonely existence. You just hoped Jasper wouldn’t have to be the one to do it.

Maria never liked the easy way, though. Loyalty must be proven.

You felt it as soon as you stepped foot outside the barn one night. The air was warm and dark clouds covered the sky, blocking out any light. Something sank in your gut and you just knew.

If you were going to die, you were at least going to die somewhere you could be surrounded by good memories. So you trekked to the hill where you first stood with Jasper, the one where you spent many nights watching the stars, and that’s exactly where he found you.

You perch yourself on a rock, watching as lightning flashes in the clouds. The air is heavy with static, but not a single drop of rain falls. It’s like the world can’t decide how it feels, a mess of storms not ready to break, but needing to, the tension rising and rising. Until something gives.

You hear Jasper before you see him. His steps are uncharacteristically heavy, the brush whispering as he walks through it. The air grows impossibly heavier when he comes to an abrupt stop just feet away from you.

It’ll be quick, you think. You hardly have the strength to keep yourself upright, the burning in your throat like hot coals. With what energy you have left, you keep your chin up and slowly turn your gaze away from the clouds to the man behind you.

And you smile. Because it’s Jasper. Your Jasper. Looking just as broken as the first night you stood by him. 

Jasper’s knees practically buckle when you look at him, a wave of fondness warming the air around you. How can you still feel such a thing for him? After all he has done. You must know why he’s here. He doesn’t deserve it, he doesn’t deserve the trust in your eyes.

“Don’t look like that,” you murmur, smile going sad. You can’t stand the guilt twisting those features you love so much. 

Jasper shakes his head, teeth gritting together so hard, his jaw creaks. He doesn’t want this. He can’t. Not with you looking at him like he’s hung the moon. No fear, no hatred. You should despise him.

“It’s not your fault,” you whisper, as if hearing his thoughts.

“Darlin’-” 

He chokes on all the words he wants to say, everything he’s been waiting to say. How he wishes you could see the ocean, like you’ve always wanted. How he wants to be right there with you, just to see the way your eyes light up. How his eternal life finally seemed to have meaning when he met you.

“It’s okay, Jasper. I’m okay.” You reach for him, wanting nothing more than to just take his distress away. That’s all you’ve ever wanted. He gives in, allows you to take his hand, pull him closer. For you, he convinces himself, despite the selfish comfort he finds in your touch. “I know it’s not your decision. This has nothing to do with you,” you hesitate, squeezing his hands softly with a sad smile, “but I’m glad I got to talk to you one last time, at least. It’s not so scary if it’s you.”

“Stop.” His voice cracks like thunder, desperation bleeding into his eyes.

But there’s one last thing you need to say.

“I love you.”

Your eyes drift shut and you tilt your face back to the sky.

A drop of rain traces down your cheek.

Now you’re ready.

“I can’t.”

What?

You peek your eyes open, looking on in shock as Jasper kneels in front of you, face set in the most determined look you’ve ever seen. What’s happening?

“I can’t hurt you. I won’t,” he declares, red eyes set on you without a hint of hesitation.

You gape at him, head suddenly spinning, “But Maria-”

“I won’t let her hurt you either.”

“But Jasper- How- What-”

“Run away with me.”

You blink. And blink. And blink. If you had a working heart, it would be beating out of your chest at this point. Has he lost his mind?

“We’ll go to the States, to the ocean just like you want, leave all this behind.” The words spill out of him, the dam finally broken. Each word makes your eyes go wider, the sadness receding as hope sparks in your chest. “Please, darlin’. Give me a chance to make you happy.”

“Oh, Jasper.” You touch his face, drawing him just close enough to press a kiss to his forehead. Jasper’s eyes flicker shut, your love washing over him like the rain. Your next words seal the rest of your eternity, “You’ve always made me happy. We can go anywhere. As long as I’m with you, I’ll be the happiest woman in the world.”

And for the first time in forever, that smile slants over his lips, bright and warm and gorgeous.

You missed that smile so much.

That night, the two of you disappeared into the storm. You don’t know if Maria ever searched for you. If she did, she never found you.

Jasper kept his word. As soon as you crossed the border, you traveled to the west coast. You saw the ocean, which was more than you ever expected it to be, and that’s where you stayed for a while. Until you met the Cullens, at least.

You were nervous at first. Large covens were rare outside of the armies, so you didn’t trust them at first. There was no way you’d do that ever again. But you missed having a family, and looking at them, you couldn’t help but want for what they seemed to have.

“What do you think, Jas?” You ask your mate as you curl into his side.

He wraps an arm around you, lips pressing against your forehead softly, “Whatever you want, darlin’. They’re intentions seem honorable.”

“Would you be okay going vegetarian, though?” You love the idea. It’s always bothered you, having to kill innocent humans. Even feeding from the bad ones leaves a bad taste in your mouth. 

“I’ll manage,” Jasper chuckles, eyes creasing.

“And the moving around?”

“We already do that, sugar.”

“Oh yah.” The Cullens move around far less than you, actually. You can’t believe they can stay in the same place for months, years even. The thought fills you with anticipation. Maybe you could finally settle down and have a normal life with Jasper.

“Maybe we could get a dog,” you hum, a slow smile spreading across your lips.

Jasper snorts, drawing you closer to press a kiss to your temple. You glance up at him, eyes bright with unrestrained excitement. And just like that, it’s decided.

“Let’s join them.”

“Alright! Oh! We could call him Cowboy! Can you imagine it? Cowboy the dog. It’d be perfect.”

“Anythin’ you want, darlin’.”

And that’s how you ended up with the Cullens.

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“...wow.”

You grin at Bella, “I know, it’s a lot. But it all worked out for the best! I can’t imagine my life any different.”

“And I can’t imagine my life without you.” Your smile goes even wider when a familiar pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind.

You look over your shoulder at your mate, eyes practically lighting up with affection, “Good, cause you’d be hard pressed to get rid of me at this point.”

Bella watches the small interaction, surprised to see the blond vampire without his usual stoic facade. He’s like a completely different person, practically melting into your touch, and smiling. Actually smiling. And you look just as lovestruck.

“You guys make a cute couple,” she says, feeling a bit awkward when you turn your gaze back to her.

“Thanks Bells. You and Eddie make just as cute of one. I can’t wait to go to your wedding.”

The brunette flushes what must be the darkest shade of red possible, successfully mimicking a cherry. She shuffles away with some muttered excuse, and you can’t hold back a giggle.

“You’re evil, darlin’,” Jasper murmurs, shaking his head.

You flip around in his hold, arms wrapping around his neck, “What! You know it’s going to happen. Edward’s completely smitten with that girl.”

“Still doesn’t mean you have to torture the poor thing,” he chastises, though he can’t hide the mirth in his tone.

“Fine. I guess I can take it easy on her,” you sigh dramatically, earning another chuckle from your mate.

“That’s my girl.”

You tuck yourself into his chest, hiding a truly ecstatic smile in his jacket. To this day, you still can’t believe that this is your life.

You really wouldn’t change anything about it. Not the bad things, not the start, none of it. You like to think your love is stronger because of it. And it will only continue to grow stronger every day for the rest of your eternity together.

You can’t wait to see where the two of you go.

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This was not meant to get so edgy, but here we are. I never really know what I'm writing until it's finished.

Anyways! I hope you guys enjoyed the angst, hurt and comfort! A really fluffy fic will be coming next, and I am SO excited about it.