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{Finnick Odair x Reader} To Survive The Ocean, First You Must Swim- CHAPTER FIVE - Finnicks POV

[After losing her sister to the games and her father to the ocean, her best friend (and supposed love of her life) Emery saves her. Now, as they go into the hunger games together, she is determined to do whatever it takes to save him. But when her mentor ends up being a man she has learnt to hate, she can't help but be frustrated, especially when she realises how little she really hates him, and how much she actually needs him.]

A/N: there may be minor inaccuracies throughout the story as it’s been a hot minute since i’ve read the hunger games. Anyways I had more fun writing Finnick's POV than expected, though if you couldn’t tell it was quite hard to leave the MC nameless and lacking any distinct physical attributes. Also I’m sorry that all of the povs are in first person- but it's easier dialogue wise when trying to make the mc lack a name. Btw I plan on making a masterlist when I have the time + once I get my Ao3 invitation I’ll also upload my fic on there! I need filler chapters so my inbox is always open for suggestions! Anyways this chapter superrrrrr long lmao

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[Finnick POV]

As the tributes ride the chariots I am driven to the training centre. Inside the car is a screen showing the parade.

“Our tributes look so good this year, don’t you think? Dara is so much better than who we used to have, you know the man whose only idea of style is being naked?” Sona says to me, and I nod in reply. Cornelia’s sister, who is known to me as Bugs due to Cornelia’s constant use of the nickname, smiles and waves with one hand and holds Emery with the other. As beautiful as she looks, the moment was tainted by her hand in Emery’s. I try not to think about it, instead focusing on her face, her smile, which suddenly falters. Turning her head she finds comfort in Emery. I frown, admittedly, I was jealous. After hearing Cornelia talk about her so much, it was hard for me to not think highly of her. And after I stuck to the promise of keeping an eye out on Bugs, I couldn’t help but start to notice things about her, things I never bothered to notice about anyone. The way she always stood her ground, and didn’t let anyone sway her. How she always stood up for the weak in school, even getting into a few fights with bullies. I chuckle as I remember her throwing a rock at Kim Lain. He was a dick - he deserved it. I noticed how strong she was, but also how caring, when she was thirteen she gave her lunch to a frail, younger girl who obviously hadn’t eaten in days, and started packing extra food for her everyday after that. I remember even the small things about Bugs, how she covers her mouth when laughing at things she probably shouldn’t laugh at. How she touches her hair when uncomfortable, or plays with her shirt while she’s waiting for the time to pass.

I should have gone up and talked to her earlier, I wish I did. Maybe if I had told her it was me who saved her life when she was fourteen we would have gotten closer, and she wouldn’t have been so eager to risk her life when Emery’s name was called. But I didn’t, I had only started selling my body just a few months earlier, and the last thing I needed was another person for Snow to threaten everytime I dared to diverge out of line. So I bit my tongue, watched her from afar, did my best to protect her just as promised, and look where that got us. For fuck sakes I even slept with a worker to keep her name out of the bowl, and she still managed to end up being a tribute.

I briefly consider trying to convince the game makers to kill off Emery, that way she’ll have to at least try to win, but I know I could never do that. I groan and Sona gives me a confused look, but I pay her no mind. She puts a hand up to my shoulder, though I immediately recoil. Sona says no words as she moves her hand away, knowing the cause for my discomfort. She may have been very illusioned by her upbringing in the Capitol, but even she has the heart to know rape is wrong. Sona has a kind soul, and I can imagine in a world where there were no games, no propaganda, she and I could really be close friends. But right now, we don’t exactly see eye to eye on the whole ‘radical take’ that killing children is wrong. But I know that someday she’ll see it. Every year her excitement for the games gets more and more dull, every year her voice gets dimmer reading the names of the children that are to die. One day she will completely learn to hate the games; but I don't know if I want that for her. She’s already in too deep to leave. Ignorance is bliss, as they say.

We get out of the car and enter the training centre, there aren’t any screens in the room we’re in, and I can’t help but be nervous with her out of my sight. I know it’s irrational; being a tribute is probably the safest position to be in up until you’re actually put in the arena, god forbid anything happens to the capital's precious props. But still, my nerves immediately calm down once I see her enter through the grand doors. Sona helps Bugs from the chariot before instantly pulling her into a hug, and I can’t help but laugh at the face she makes. After being released from Sona’s death grip, she turns to look at Emery, and I almost hate myself for the anger that begins to burn. A part of me wishes the roles were reversed, that I was the one she looked at with love and Emery was the one she looked at with spite. I knew she didn’t like me, and while it didn’t take a genius to figure out why, it still hurt. I really tried to make her at least warm up to me, I flirted with her and smiled at her in a way that made other girls melt. But alas, all it seemed to do was irritate her further, out of all the people to be resistant to my charm… Why her?

Her gaze on Emery doesn’t waver, and I can’t stop myself from standing in between them, forcing her to look at me and not him. Realising I need a reason for walking up, I simply congratulate her.

“Good job, princess.”

I know I should probably comment on Emery as well, but I can’t find it in me to care about anyone else. Not when she is standing right here.

We enter the crystal elevator and I can tell that Bugs is star-struck by the view. While I have gotten used to the ride, I think back to the first time I was here, and chuckle as I realise that her sister did the exact same thing. Of course, her sister never even came close to captivating my attention as much as she does. Sona makes some stupid comment on pearls, one that seemed awfully familiar, and Bugs laughs when I tell her the connection.

She laughed.

I told her something, and not only did it not aggravate her, but it actually made her laugh.

Before, the best expression she would give me was a glare, or an eye roll, and even then I was still hooked. But now, I know what it’s like to bring her joy, and holy shit it's addicting.

Fuck, if I wasn’t in deep before, I certainly am now.

Entering our floor, Bugs quickly goes to her room but Emery hangs around. He shoots me a look, and, as little as I am in the mood for it, I put on my fake face; feigning a calm, unaffected composure.

“Yes, Em?” I purposefully use the nickname Bugs calls him. Apparently that was the wrong move.

“She doesn’t need you, you know. She has me.” Insecure much? Although I couldn’t really blame him, it was only moments ago that I felt the euphoria of her joy being directed towards me. If I had constant access to it, I wouldn’t be so quick to let it go either.

“Quite the contrary actually, you need her. She knows it as well considering that was the whole reason she volunteered. Now if I were you, I would consider not picking a fight with me, since we both know that I am the only source of help either of you are going to get in these games.” I walk off, but couldn’t help adding one last comment as I do so. “And by the way, she does need me. That’s how mentoring in these games works.”

I added almost gleefully on the end, the notion of her needing me brought me far greater joy than it should have. Though, in any other circumstances maybe I’d be able to appreciate it more without the sinking feeling of guilt, and more so, the dread of what's to come in these next few weeks.

Emery huffs past me and I retreat to my room. Quite a familiar one at that, when I am brought to the capital throughout the year this tends to be where I stay. Though in all my time staying here, I have never found myself leaving and slowly drifting towards the quarters for the female tribute. But when I hear screaming, you wouldn’t exactly call the way I moved slow. I run so fast I knock over a decorative plant right outside, though as I am about to barge through the door I stop when I hear what they’re yelling about. Me.

Suddenly feeling the sinful urge to eavesdrop, I hope that Bugs didn’t hear the vase fall. Though it appears she doesn’t, as she continues what she’s saying without faltering.

“I’m sorry Em… Finnick… he means nothing to me. I do admit I don’t feel as much hatred as I once did for him, but still, I am with you. Forever and always.”

Nothing? Ouch. That one hurt - much more than it should have. There is a whisper I can’t make out before Emery starts speaking.

“I shouldn’t have reacted like that… I just can’t bear the thought of losing you.”

There is a pause before he continues.

“Remember when Finnick won the 65th? How you went on an endless spiral about how it should have been him that was killed and not your sister… I agree with what you said, your sister should have won.”

A knife is shot through my chest. Actually, coming from someone who has been stabbed, it’s worse than that. In fact I’d rather be back in the arena right now than be here listening to this unendurable conversation. But as much as I try, my legs can’t seem to move.

“Do you think so?” Emery says.

“Yes. Finnick should have died, my sister should have lived.”

I don’t know why it hurts so bad… it shouldn’t hurt this bad. Loads of people have wanted me dead, it was only four years ago when I was put in an arena with twenty-three of them. But hearing this come from her… the girl I care about far too much, the only girl whom I can find it in me to care about… only person for that matter… It's far too much to bear. My knees hit the floor and I sit against the wall for God knows how long. Hours maybe.

Replaying all the memories I have of her over these past few years, I try to find something - anything - that might make me like her less. That could take away this unbearable pain caused by something so small as her words.

Nothing.

There is not one single fucking thing that I do not simply adore about her.

I am only pulled out of my thoughts when Emery opens the door. Quickly trying to come up with an explanation as to what I am doing outside of Bugs room I look up to his face and realise;

He’s not surprised… he knew I was out there this whole time. Bugs may not have heard me knock over that vase but he did. The fucker knew. Emery walks past me saying nothing, but with his smug expression he didn’t need to. That’s why he reminded her of why she hates me… to make sure she doesn’t stop. That’s why he asked her if she still wishes I were dead; to make sure I know that her heart will always belong to him, and never me.

I’ve got to admit, what Emery lacks in physical strength he sure makes up for in manipulative skills. Wasn’t he supposed to be nice? Kind hearted? I suppose the games do affect all of us in the worst ways, especially when someone you love is on the line.

Though whatever the reason for making her say what she did, didn’t change how much her words hurt. Emery was right. He will always be the boy she needs, and I will always be the boy she hates. It killed me to know this, and it killed me to know that even with this knowledge, my feelings for her could never leave. Even after she dies in these games, my heart will still be with her long after she’s gone. Not with me, not with any of my numerous admirers, with her, in her grave.

Slowly, I force myself to get up, and in my room I am almost grateful to hear the phone ring, its shrill noise drowning out my thoughts. Though I quickly realise there is only one person who could be calling this time of night.

“Hello Snow.” I whisper into the landline, trying my best to not show any pain in my voice. Although I am only half paying attention to him as he speaks, my stomach still drops at his words. Tomorrow night I am to meet with a frequenter. He almost makes it out as him doing me a favour. That because it would be so late that none of my mentees would see me leave, and because this particular customer is a valuable sponsor, I should be grateful for him setting this nightmare. I can barely hide the venom on my tongue as I respond to him before hanging up. He is… somewhat right though, this specific guest is in fact a very rich and (if under the right circumstances) very generous sponsor. The fact that this arrangement will benefit Bugs makes me feel a bit better, but only barely.

Grabbing a rope I head into the lounge area where I pour myself a glass of whiskey. I alternate between drinking the neat drink and creating knots in the rope. Though while this usually efficient routine of tying knots helped me forget about what was coming tomorrow, it barely distracted me from my thoughts about Bugs. And after about an hour of this, whatever cruel deity that controlled our reality decided to take it further by presenting me with all that I want, but can’t have, in the flesh. Hearing a step I turn around to see her staring at me, my beautiful curse as perfect as ever.

“Hey princess.” I try to sound lighthearted, but fail miserably. Bugs doesn’t move, but needing her closer, I motion her to sit next to me.

“I don’t bite.” She obviously is still put off by my presence, I try to come up with a way to calm her, and think back to her excitement of the city view in the clear elevator.

“Actually, I know a better place to go to.” I get up and offer her my hand, and when she gives me hers a fire rushes through me that cannot be extinguished. Now I understand why girls get almost delirious when I get close to them, I think I could pass out at any moment.

I take her to the elevator, and up the stairs, not letting her go for even a second, as if the moment my hand leaves hers it will never find its way back. It pains me to know this is probably true. But when Bug's hand finally escapes my firm grasp, she makes up for it with the expression on her face. As I stare at her face, dazed by the scenery, I can’t help but think back to her sister doing the exact same thing years ago. Though in all honesty I appreciate the look of joy far more on Bugs face.

The wind starts to pick up, and she shivers. I take in her satin pajamas, they are quite skimpy, surely not able to give her any resistance against the cool of the night. Holding out my sweater, I offer it to her.

“Here.”

“Aren’t you going to be cold?”

I smile and slightly shake my head. Being cold can not even be considered a price to pay for her being comfortable, and besides, her satin shirt is extremely low cut and I feel guilty for looking, the sweater will at least provide some coverage.

“Just take it”

Okay… so maybe I misjudged the idea of more clothing preventing my sinful thoughts. Because as she wears my sweater, I find myself only more turned on. I try to keep my expression neutral as she thanks me - however I'm honestly lucky to not be quite literally drooling at the mouth right now. Though I try my best to push those thoughts away, to be thinking this way of her when she so clearly does not like me… how could I ever consider myself better than my capital admirers?

Bugs stares at the city lights, and they radiate back onto her perfect face. God I could spend the rest of my life like this, just staring at her, but the voice that’s been taunting me since the moment she was reaped speaks up even louder. ‘This will be one of the last times you get to look at her, before she dies, before she voluntarily kills herself.’

I feel my legs start to shake again, my hands as well. I quickly regret leaving my rope in the lounge area. I can’t let her die, I would rather go into the games myself than let her go. There's got to be some way to change her mind? I won’t stop trying to save her, I can’t. I could imagine that even when her heart stops beating I’ll still be fighting for her life. The possibility of her dying, it just seems so unreal to me, it’s a thought so horrid I cannot even process it.

“Are you really planning on just killing yourself?” But once that question leaves my mouth I quickly talk again because even though I know the answer, I don’t think I can handle it.

“You shouldn’t have volunteered.”

“Thank you for the great suggestion, Sherlock, do you also have a time machine on you by any chance? Or just your insightful words?”

I laugh and shake my head, the spite in her voice is one I’m used to, and I’m almost unphased by it. But then I remember why she hates me so much. Her sister. If I could bring Cornelia up, explain to Bugs the reason why I first fought for her in the first place, before I fell for her, maybe she’d change her mind? If not for me then for her sister.

“I didn’t mean it like that. I just mean she told me to protect you, and you sure are making it a hard job.”

“Who did?”

“Your sister, of course.”

Her confusion is evident, so I continue. Thinking back to this night four years ago as I do.

“Four years ago, her and I were on this exact same roof. All she did was speak of you - I think it must have hurt too much to talk about anything else - anyways she made me promise that if I got out and not her, I would protect you.” I still remember Cornelia’s voice as if it were yesterday.

“I know you’ll win, Finnick, and I am okay with that. Just please promise me one thing, when you get back, protect Bugs. She is so brave, so strong, so kind, and I know that when you meet her you’ll feel the same. My sister is my everything, so promise, just promise me, you’ll make sure she’s safe.”

“Of course I tried my best, when you somehow managed to almost kill yourself, I pulled you out of the water. When you were too scared of swimming to even touch a fishing boat, I… convinced Julia to allow you to only work on land.”

Thinking back to those moments I start to wonder; at what point did I stop protecting Bugs for Cornelia, and instead started protecting her for my own sake? I remember how much it killed me two years ago to find out Bugs tried to kill herself, so it must have been a while. Still I can picture the moment she jumped off that cliff. Although there was a storm and I could have very likely died pulling her out, I didn’t think twice about jumping in after her, though by the time I grabbed her she had already managed to knock herself out. I was so scared that she managed to successfully kill herself. I pinched her cheek on shore, and went in to a hysteric fit of laughter after she groaned in response, probably due to relief rather than there being any actual humour of it all.

When recounting my list of things I have done for her, I purposefully leave out the part where I slept with a worker to get her name out of the reaping bowl. She probably already thinks I’m a whore, and I don’t want to confirm her suspicions. ‘Tomorrow night, 12 am.’ Snow’s voice rings in my mind, and I so desperately want to get it off my chest. Part of me is so ashamed, so scared of what she’ll think of me, but another part of me just wants to let her know that I’m not the slut she thinks I am, at least not willingly. That I don’t want to sleep with the capital girls, or boys for that matter. I know what other people in my district say about me, and I need to show her that they’re wrong. I’m not the person they think I am. The person that she thinks I am.

“I know you hate me, Bugs, and you probably think I’m a whore. I can’t do anything about the hating part but I’m not… a whore. At least not a willing one.”

The words start to spill out before I can stop myself.

“Snow forced me, when a victor is considered desirable, he sells them for their bodies. I don’t get money for my time, I don’t need it, but I do get secrets, sponsorships, favors.”

Bugs stares at me for a second, the shock speaks for itself. Fuck she must think I’m some weak loser. That I won the hunger games with my face and now I open my legs for anybo-

She’s hugging me.

That familiar fire burns through and only brightens when I hug her back. Suddenly, just by holding her, everything is okay. I know nothing has actually gotten better, but just being here, with her, she makes it better. I hold onto her as though if I cling on tight enough, she won’t have to leave, she won’t have to go into the games, I won’t have to lose her. I don’t think of what's to come, I can’t think of it. I can’t lose her. I won’t. I may be selfish, but I won’t let it happen. Bugs is staying alive.

“I’m sorry.” I can barely hear her murmur in my chest, and it all starts pouring out.

“Your sister was brave, you resemble her. I’m sorry she died, I’m sorry I had a part to play in her death. I know you might hate me for it, but please remember I was just a kid, a kid trying to survive. And just because you don’t know my life doesn't make it worth any less.”

And then she does the least expected thing she possibly could have, she starts apologising. I don’t know why, I should be the one apologising to her, begging for her forgiveness and pleading for her to smile at me again, just as she did on the elevator.

“It hurt so much, I was so angry at myself, at everything. Blaming you made it easier. I’m sorry, Finnick.”

Finnick. This must have been the first time I’ve ever heard her say my name, to my face at least. I look back on earlier, when I called her my curse. She may very well be a curse, giving me the most joy I’ve ever felt all while planning on ripping it away in just a couple of weeks. But I don’t care anymore, whatever pain has been caused by her, her wanting me dead, trying to drown herself, loving another man, planning to die in the arena. It all hurts so bad, but it is nothing compared to how much I care about her, how much her simple presence lights up my life and turns my world upside down in all the right ways. Fuck, I must be a masochist for this, but I wouldn’t trade her, or any emotions that caused by her, for the world. And as Bugs whispers my name, I almost automatically say hers in return, her real name.

I am not letting you die.

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moon-swag-tourney · 1 year ago

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Propaganda below!

Princess Yue

She was blessed by the moon spirits than turned into the moon herself. No one can compete with that.

The Sokka & Zuko "Well, my first girlfriend turned into the moon." / "That's rough, buddy." meme is referencing Yue - that's the girlfriend that turned into the moon!

THE moon character of all time like c'mon. she turned into the moon. will her sacrifice be for naught??? she's yue from avatar the last airbender c'mon guys

She sacrificed herself to save her people even though she had just found someone who loved her as a person and not a princess. She's all about sacrificing her own wants for duty, and right when she starts to realize maybe that's a little unfair she has to become the moon spirit and leave behind all the people she loves.

And she's pretty.

How many characters are the literal moon. How many.

Bro. She's the moon. She IS the moon.

Vote Yue for Sokka's same

She's very much and selfless, becoming the moon spirit to save the world from permanent imbalance.

She IS the moon

That's rough, buddy

You know the meme "my girlfriend turned into the moon" "that's rough buddy". This is that girlfriend. This is that moon.

She literally is the moon.

She played a major role for a one-off character

Victim of forced marriage

Her interactions with Sokka were really funny

She has white hair, what's not to love

Legitimately I love her, underappreciated in the fandom for how great she is.

"My first girlfriend turned into the moon."

"That's rough buddy."

"My first girlfriend turned into the moon."

"That's rough buddy."

She died in a main character's arms & it fucked him up SO bad. It affects him thru to the end of the show & keeps coming up. LOVE it when main characters get traumatized!!

Looks to the Moon

I LOVE BIG SIS MOON AHHHH... she's literally so so sweet and perfect and i love her…

MY GIRL!!! She deserved so much better. She's one of the first of many MASSIVE supercomputers called iterators designed to solve a problem which her creators eventually gave up on any of them solving and thus was left behind to gradually fall into disrepair. Even though she appears as a small humanoid, iterators in their entirety are actually buildings full of machinery that have entire cities built on top of them.

As one of the senior iterators, Looks to the Moon, sometimes called Big Sis Moon, looks after her younger peers and is very caring towards her fellow iterators. Tragically, her kindness ultimately leads to her structure collapsing leaving her weak and with limited cognitive ability, but even then she is so sweet to the main character. You can bring her random items and she'll describe each one, even if it's just a rock or something. She also gives you advice whenever possible.

She's gone through so much and yet is still so incredibly kind please vote for her she deserves it

Looks to the moon is an iterator, a city-sized biomechanical supercomputer. When you meet her, she is trapped in the flooded and collapsed husk of her superstructure, barely alive. Despite this, she is warm and kind and will tell you about any object you bring her. Looks to the Moon also goes by the name Big Sis Moon, as she is the most senior iterator in the local group and views the other iterators in her care as younger siblings

Moon's the best! She's an iterator, a sentient supercomputer whose structure used to be so big it housed an entire city on top of it. However, the civilization that built her is long gone, and she and the other iterators were left behind, unable to die, unable to leave their structures. Imagine once being a god with an entire civilization relying on you for all their vital resources, only to be left behind, literally a mountain bolted to the ground, as the wildlife slowly takes over the land and your communications with the other iterator fail. Moon's little brother Five Pebble's couldn't accept this fate, and made some rash decicions. This badly damaged Moon's systems, causing her structure to come crashing down to the ground, and her to lose most of her memories and processing power. There's something magical in discovering her for the first time - this fallen Goddess taken over by rust, abandoned inside the giant ruins that used to be her body. Still, she's friendly, and should you be kind to her, she'll return the gesture. She doesn't have much, but she'll gladly give you company and tell you stories. She also still cares about her brother very much, even though he's the one to blame for her bad state.

Moon is a superintelligent AI called an Iterator. She's designed to (basically) help the lesser beings of the world escape samsara, along with the potentially thousands of other iterators. She was accidentally killed by her brother as he attempted to escape samsara for himself. She's the only character the player can meaningfully interact with, and she's very sweet and kind.

#princess yue #atla #avatar the last airbender #looks to the moon #rain world spoilers #rain world #poll #moon poll

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angelsanarchy · 1 year ago

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Alone Together - Eddie/OC One-Shot Series PRT 25

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Eddie walked into the trailer, slamming the door behind himself and tossing a grease covered rag on the table with frustration. Wayne watched him carefully as he plopped down on the couch abruptly, muttering to himself through gritted teeth.

"So I take it the van is giving you trouble." Wayne was kicked back with the newspaper in his lap.

"I just can't get my hands to do what they need to do in this weather. It's like they cramp up from the cold and its pissing me off. How the hell am I supposed to have it up and running before Dani gets back?" Eddie rubbed his dirty hands through his hair and Wayne knew why he was so upset.

"Has she called?" He asked curiously knowing she hadn't called him since the beginning of her vacation.

"She apparently called Robin who told Steve who told Dustin who told the group that she would be home midday tomorrow but no she hasn't called again." Eddie picked at his nails and Wayne put the paper down.

"I thought you would be a bit more excited to see her considering you've been sulking about her being gone since she pulled out of here." Wayne watched Eddie roll his eyes knowing he wouldn't deny it.

"Yeah but she's been hanging out with her mom who hates me and Hawkins. Whose to say she doesn't come back to ditch me for someone better, who actually has a future beyond this town?" Eddie had never talked like this outloud to his uncle. Mostly because he knew how Wayne felt about him and hated hearing him limit himself to his reputation and last name.

"From what I picked up on at Thanksgiving, I don't see Dani's mother having any real influence over her decision making, let alone who she chooses to spend time with. Why would you worry about that now?" Wayne pressed.

"Apparently her mom has been shitting on the Munson name. Giving her all this history about my old man and how its in my genes to end up stuck in Hawkins locked up or working at a gas station." Wayne hated that woman. He knew how uppity she had always been but that never stopped her from buying drugs off his brother when they were younger. She often forgets that she isn't better than anyone just because she's seen the outside of Hawkins.

"What if she realizes I'm a waste of space? She deserves so much better than me, Unc." Eddie sounded so desperate, it broke Wayne's heart.

"Son, I can assure you that no one looks at you less like a waste of space than that girl. Dani is a strong minded, intelligent girl who thinks for herself and knows what she wants. Fighting for your life at a young age will do that to you." Wayne explained.

"Exactly! She's been through hell and for some reason she wants to be friends with me." Wayne laughed making Eddie frown.

"Oh boy. That girl is head over heels for you, Eddie. Don't kid yourself into thinking she just wants to be friends with you. I know you're smarter than that." Eddie blushed looking down at his dirty hands.

"I know how you feel about Dani but I also know that you've never been in love before so I can tell how god damn terrified you are." Wayne moved to sit next to Eddie.

"I don't have anything to give her, Wayne. Look at me. I'm a third year senior with no college aspirations and a part time job. I care enough about her to know that I'm not what she should want." Eddie looked at his uncle pitifully and he clapped a hand on his back.

"I want you to say it out loud Son. I want you to admit to yourself how you feel and know that the only person that has to think you're good enough for her...is her." Eddie nodded his head letting out a breath.

"She makes me want to be better, I just don't even know where to start with being a guy who could possibly deserve her." Wayne smiled at him. Watching Eddie grow up has been one of his greatest joys and all he can hope is that he continues to follow a path that will prop him up and not bring him down. That's what his mother would have wanted.

"How about you stop wasting time skirting around what people think of you and actually tell her how you feel. That would be a good start in my opinion." Wayne stood up, giving one last squeeze to Eddie's shoulder before walking back to his recliner.

"I would probably take a shower as well...you know, clean the grease from under your fingernails." Wayne teased making Eddie roll his eyes.

"I'll be sure to do all my primping before she touches down in Hawkins. Thanks Uncle Wayne." Eddie started back towards his bedroom to grab a clean change of clothes for a shower. Wayne tried to remember what it felt like to be in love at that age but it only made him think of Eddie's mother. He likes to think that things would have been so different if she would have ended up with him instead of his brother but it always made him feel somber. He only hoped that Eddie and Dani would have a much happier ending.

#Eddie Munson #Dani Murillo #Dani x Eddie #Stranger Things Fic #Alone Together Series #Alone Together #Eddie Munson x OC #One Shot Series #Stranger Things

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braveclementine · 6 months ago

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Bellas' Wedding and My Funeral

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Twilight characters or locations. I do own Davina Mikelson and Marcel. I also own the backstory for my OC. I do not condone any copying of this.

Davina P.O.V.

"I still can't believe it." I laughed with Marcel and Bree, sitting on top of the Cullens roof. I was wearing an oversized sweatshirt that covered up the large baby bump I was hiding from the rest of the family.

Marcel grinned at me, his orangey-yellow eyes gazing at me. "I love Esme. And I was meant to be a vampire."

I had no idea how I was pregnant. Or when I became pregnant. All I knew was that it wasn't a normal pregnancy.

Bree was very quiet. She had told me that in the newborn coven, she had found a temporary mate whose name was Diego. We had, of course, killed him as he had tried to kill us, but they weren't super close and it wasn't a painful thing for her- that much.

I stared up at the setting sun. It was nearing the end of July, Bella's wedding would be very, very soon, and I was sure I was going to give birth any moment.

I knew it had to be Carlisle's baby because I had started drinking some of the blood bags that Carlisle had stocked away for emergencies only. Not to mention whenever I continued interning at the hospital, I snuck into the blood storage room and stole a couple. . . a lot.

I was terrified. I didn't feel terribly sick or anything and I looked mostly the same but still. . . it wasn't every day that a girl got pregnant with a vampire child.

I had tried running private tests- I was an almost doctor after all- but I could get ultrasounds to penetrate through the membrane.

"Still." I said, becoming slightly serious. "What about the army? You won't be able to fight on the front lines until you can control your thirst better."

Marcel made a face at me. "I know. I told them I had to take a break for medical leave. Carlisle provided me with the papers."

I chuckled. "The perks of knowing a vampire doctor."

Vampire life suited Marcel wonderfully. The paleness of vampirism and the darkness of his original skin tone made him extremely handsome.

Actually, we might as well just say he looked like if someone put Marcel Gerard from The Originals, Kingsley Shacklebolt from Harry Potter, Mace Windu from Star Wars, and Sam from the Avengers together you got Marcel. . . okay so maybe just Marcel and Sam but still.

I felt something kick inside of me and I covered up a wince.

"What was that?" Marcel and Bree asked together.

I smirked, covering it up, "Like I would know. You two are the ones with the superb hearing. Bree, do you want to go down and watch Hamilton?"

Bree's yellow eyes lit up. "Yeah!"

Marcel scoffed, "Hamilton? Really?"

"Esme loves Hamilton." I jested and Marcel glared at me.

I held out my arms. "Help me down?"

Marcel stood up, opening his arms. I situated myself so that my stomach wasn't against him and he jumped from the roof. The landing was slightly jarring. As he let me down on my feet, Bree landed next to us.

Upon seeing Edward, I quickly changed my thoughts from baby vibes to my excitement for Hamilton.

Things had changed after the newborn attack.

For one, Esme had told Marcel about us being vampires. Marcel had accepted it without question and had asked her to turn him that same night. Surprised, but worried, she brought him back to the house. Carlisle and him had talked for a while- I had sat there quietly the entire time, one of Carlisle's arms wrapped around my waist tightly- and finally Carlisle decided to turn him.

I had gone to Sam and pleaded my case, begging him to let him allow Marcel to become a vampire. Sam and I had argued for a good twenty minutes until Billy showed up, asking what we were arguing about. I knew Billy might've liked Esme, but I told him what Esme wanted with Marcel. Billy had been the one to change Sam's mind and let Esme turn him.

"Everyone deserves a life with their true mate." Billy had told Sam. "And if this man, Marcel, becomes a vampire, Esme won't hurt him."

I had left Sam with a sarcastic, "I hope you're more lenient when it's my turn."

Needless to say, Sam and I hadn't talked in a few weeks.

Carlisle had given Marcel morphine, waited twenty minutes, and then Esme had bitten him. Carlisle took me back to the house and made me wait there. Edward had taken Bella back to her house. No humans would be in the house while Marcel was turning.

Next was Bree. She had told me about her abusive father, how he had killed her mother, how he had been arrested by the cops when they found her mothers bones and was also blamed for her murder as well.

Now, she lived here with the rest of the vampires. She had eagerly changed from being a human eater to a vegetarian. Her yellow eyes made her features pop. She was truly adorable, looking more like she was thirteen than sixteen.

Next was that Bella was finally marrying Edward. Which had meant that Jacob had run away, making the wolf pack, Billy, and I sad. It made Bella sad too.

And lastly was Seth. Seth, my almost favorite werewolf son though I loved Jared and Paul too as they were my first sons. But Seth was lovable. First, he was just adorable. Second, he had one of the best attitudes: Sweet, kind, lovable, friendly, borderline annoying, could make jokes during hard times, and he was a vampires best friend. Seriously, him and Edward had a wonderful, strange friendship. I was glad for them. I think it stemmed from them fighting together against Victoria and Riley.

"Mom!" Alice chirped joyfully as we came through the doors. "You need to try on your dress!"

I raised an eyebrow, looked at her, and said, "No. I'm going to watch something with Bree."

Alice pouted. "MOM!"

I grinned, "I'll try it on later, okay?"

"But you're wearing that horrible sweatshirt." Alice complained.

Only to hide the baby bump.

I shrugged, "It's comfortable."

"CARLISLE!" Alice complained.

I could hear him laughing upstairs but if he made a comment, he didn't answer. He zoomed down the stairs at that moment, wrapping his arms around my upper chest. I was just glad he didn't try wrapping them around my stomach. He pressed a kiss to the side of my neck.

"What are you and Bree going to watch?" Edward asked, coming into the room.

"Hamilton." I said.

Jasper was immediately down the stairs, "Let's watch."

I snorted, pulling away from Carlisle, taking one of Jasper's arms and also one of Bree's arms, drawing them into the living room.

I could almost hear Alice gnashing her teeth and then she turned on Marcel, "Alright fine, you're next."

"Oh. I was going to watch Hamilton. . ." Marcel's voice drifted off as he looked into Alice's intimidating voice.

Jasper snickered. Carlisle shook his head, winked at me, and disappeared back into his study. The rest of us settled down to watch the amazing play.

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I watched out the window of Carlisle and mine bedroom as things started to get set up for the wedding.

Jasper and Carlisle were carrying benches that looked like they had been made out of trees for the guests to sit on at the wedding. I smiled down at Carlisle who looked up and winked at me. I blushed. I loved him so much.

Jasper looked amused, probably because everything that we saw before us was all Alice- a little Esme- but mostly all Alice. There were buckets of white flowers and flower garlands that would be used to wrap around the backs of the benches.

All in all, it was basically to look like everything had grown straight out of the ground.

Emmett walked by with a large log over his shoulder and asked, "Where do you want 'em boss?"

Alice and Bella were standing on the porch of the house, talking. Bella was complaining about the large white heels she was struggling to walk in, which was really amusing because she'd been trying to walk in them for three days- and the wedding was tomorrow.

"On either side of the aisle." Alice's light voice carried through the air.

"You alright?" Carlisle had bounded from the ground to sit on the window ledge.

I paused for a moment, looking at him, and then smiled, "I just feel a little under the weather."

Carlisle sighed, reaching out and stroking my cheek, "You know, it's very unfair that Edward and Bella get to go to our honeymoon spot before us."

I smirked, "We'll just have to go after them love."

Carlisle leaned forward and I met him halfway, our lips meshing together soft and firm. Our tongues clashed, fighting with each other until Alice's voice shrieked through the air, "Does no one have vision!"

We broke apart and I chuckled, "I should lay down."

"Alright." Carlisle murmured, nuzzling against my neck. "I love you."

"To Saturn and back." I murmured, kissing his cheek and went to lay down.

He hoped from the window and I laid down on the bed, my hands moving to rest on my belly. Suddenly, I felt a kick and I bit down on my tongue hard in order not to scream.

Had it just broken a rib?

My arms started to shake and then there was another snap.

Had my rib just fixed back into place?

I got up off the bed and hurried to the library. I needed to research what the hell was happening to me.

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"What do you mean you don't feel well enough?" Alice practically shouted at me.

I shook my head, groaning, a light sheen of sweat on my forehead. Carlisle sat by my side in worry with a cold cloth.

"Alice." He chastised.

"Look, if I feel better by tonight. . ." I muttered and then vomited into the bucket.

"No." Carlisle said firmly. "You will stay in here and drinks lots of fluids, understand me? I don't want you to move from this bed."

"Okay." I whispered.

Alice's expression softened and she said, "Sorry mom, I just wanted this wedding to be perfect."

I smirked, "glad to know that if I'm not there everything falls apart."

Carlisle chuckled softly, stroking hair back from my forehead.

I wasn't entirely sure what had brought this strong sickness on. It was very sudden. I had been reading in the library about vampire children, sucking on a drink that was a mix of rootbeer and blood- don't ask- when I had felt sick.

And now it had just gotten worse. Really worse.

"I'll be back to check on you soon." Carlisle said, smoothing my black hair back from my face. His gold eyes were full of worry.

I scoffed, "Carlisle, it's probably just the flu or something."

Alice and him shared the briefest of looks and I raised an eyebrow, "Davina, is there something you. . . you might know?" Carlisle asked hesitantly.

My heart started to race and I nearly cursed because I knew they both heard it. "W-what do you mean?"

"I mean, I haven't been able to see your future for a while." Alice murmured. "Which usually means that someone dies and now you're sick. . ."

Would I die giving birth to this baby?

I hesitated and then whispered, "After the wedding."

Carlisle swallowed, putting his forehead against mine. I relished his cool skin against mine. "I love you Carlisle."

"I love you too." He whispered.

My phone rang and I reached over and saw that it was Sam.

"Oh. It's Sam. . ." I murmured.

"We'll give you some privacy." Carlisle said, putting a thin blanket over me, kissing my forehead, and then they were both gone.

I picked it up, "Sam?"

"Er- no, it's Seth." Seth said quietly. "You don't sound good."

"I. . . I'm not good." I chuckled and then coughed, "What are you calling for?"

"Sam wanted to talk to you." Seth murmured. "Are you sick?"

I chuckled, "Something like that. . . although now I feel bad for snapping at Sam. I think my time for becoming a vampire is coming sooner than expected."

"How soon?" Sam's voice asked frantically into the phone, "What's wrong? What are you sick with?"

I chuckled, "Well hello ugly."

"Davina."

I sighed, "I. . .I'm pregnant."

Sam paused, "What?"

"The thing is, I shouldn't be pregnant. The bombs, the sulfur, the air, the smoke, the punctures, I shouldn't have gotten pregnant. But I am. So. . . when I go into labor. . . I might not make it." I murmured, feeling like I was going to throw up- and then I did.

"You really are sick." Sam murmured, "Can they turn you into a vampire before you give birth?"

"No. I can't give birth as a vampire." I murmured, "It'd kill the baby. But if they turn me the minute after I give birth. . ."

I could hear Sam swallowing on the other side of the phone, "What do they think of this?"

I hesitated and then muttered, "I. . . I haven't told him yet. Any of them. You're the first one I told."

"You're kidding me, right?" Sam's tone was incredulous and then quiet and then he asked, "Davina. . . whose child is it?"

I started to sob, "I don't know! It can't be his, but I haven't been with anyone else! I'm terrified! What if. . . what if I've been raped and I don't even know it!? I don't remember anything. I swear I've only bee with Carlisle!"

"I'm coming over." Sam's voice was concerned, hard, and extremely husky at the same time.

"Wait." I hiccupped. "I told Carlisle I'd tell him what was wrong after the wedding. Please Sam. Come over tomorrow?"

"I will. I promise." Sam whispered into the phone.

I smiled a watery smile even though I was terrified of everything at that moment, "Thank you. I love you Sammy."

"Love you too shorty."

I smiled, shutting the phone off.

"CARLISLE!" I called.

He was there in an instant, wearing a black tuxedo and a white shirt and a matching vanilla white tie. He had slicked his hair back and it was slightly redder than it was blond at the moment. Strawberry blond.

I smiled, my heart racing at the sight of him in front of me, "You look dashing."

Carlisle smiled, squatting to be close to my face. "This. . . this sickness you have. . . how serious is it?"

I smiled, "Shouldn't be serious at all. . . just. . . different I think. So you don't have to worry during the wedding, okay? I'm not going to die while you're out there, I promise."

After all, I had only been pregnant for a month and a half. Even if the vampire baby grew faster than a human baby, even a month and a half wouldn't cause it to be born, right?

Carlisle sighed, smoothing my hair back from my face gently. Esme appeared in the doorway, "Carlisle, we have to go down." Esme crossed the room, taking one my hands, "How are you feeling?"

"Like I'm glad Alice can't force me into a dress right now." I smirked slightly.

"The Denali's are here." Esme said, tilting her head towards the window. She frowned slightly, "Irina came."

"She won't cause trouble right?" I asked fearfully, moving to sit up, "Seth is coming to the wedding."

Carlisle pushed gently down on my shoulder. "She won't do anything, I promise. And worrying is the last thing you need right now. Try and fall asleep, okay?"

I closed my eyes, relaxing back into the pillows. "Right, okay. Have fun."

"I'll bring you up a piece of cake, okay?" Esme asked with a small wink.

I smiled. Carlisle kissed my forehead, then my lips, pulling away slowly.

"Careful doc." I smirked, "Don't catch my flu."

He chuckled, "I'll try."

And then they were both gone.

I waited a moment before completely ignoring his advice, slowly moving into the chair near the window. I couldn't actually attend the wedding, but I could still oversee it.

From my view, I could see quite a bit. I could see Seth, Sue, and Billy sitting in the very last row together. I guess Leah hadn't come- but she didn't like Bella for several reasons.

I could see Carlisle greeting Carmen, kissing her cheek. I smirked as a swell of jealousy rose up inside me. At least I could laugh at my jealousy. I could see a third blond, her hair curled and piled up on her head standing with Kate and Tanya. That must be Irina.

Everyone slowly started to take their seats. I could see Edward positioning himself at the altar, though I couldn't see details from here. I was mostly basing this off hair colours.

Alice, Jasper, Carlisle, Esme, Marcel, Emmett, Bree, and Rose all positioned themselves in the front row on the right side. I felt a pang of regret that I wasn't sitting there next to Carlisle. . . or on his lap.

Carlisle was positioned on the outside, closest to the aisle. I sighed slightly, wishing our hands were entwined. I felt a tiny foot kick my rib and I groaned slightly. The rib snapped back into place. It terrified me.

It also reminded me of one of those pens where you clicked down on it, then had to click something else to send it up again. Was the baby just. . . play with my rib?

The thought made me throw up again.

I resurfaced to see that the crowd had stood, looking towards the house. Carlisle was looking more upwards and I smiled at him. He shook his head slightly, mostly in exasperation. The others were looking as Bella and her father walked down the path.

Everything about Bella's dress was the complete opposite of how mine had been. Hers was rather simple and white with little decoration, although her veil and train were pretty. It wasn't that she wasn't pretty- she was breathtaking- but it showed Carlisle and Edwards' differences. Carlisle had loved the extravagance of my wedding dress- but dress had been extravagant back then- and I had loved the simplicity of his suit.

I smiled again, reminiscing in my own wedding days as Bella and Charlie made rather snail like progress to the altar. I couldn't remember my walk being so slow. But then again, the doors of the church to the altar wasn't much of a walk. Plus, Sam had rather long legs for me to keep up with.

I smiled even wider, thinking about myself on Sam's arm. I loved Sam. He was my brother by the same father- even if we both hated our father- and we were so close. I would hate for things to be ruined by becoming a vampire- even if he said okay to it.

I watched Bree and Marcel carefully, looking for any sign that they might try and attack a human. But I also knew Esme and Emmett wouldn't let them get that far.

I looked back towards the werewolves and caught eyes with Seth. I smiled gently, giving him a small wave, which he returned before turning his attention back to Bella.

Charlie and Bella finally- finally- reached the end of the altar and the priest at the front raised his hands, letting everyone sit. I wanted to reach out and touch Carlisle, the longing for him was overwhelming and I didn't know why.

The priests voice didn't carry enough for me to be able to hear what was being said. But I knew it was very close to the vow that Carlisle and I had said at our own wedding.

When they kissed, the kissed for a long time until people started to clap. And then when they continued to kiss, everyone basically stood on their feet, cheering to get them to stop kissing.

I felt a tear fall down my face, wishing I could feel Carlisle's lips on mine and then I bent over, groaning at the feeling of loss and envy. I had no idea what was happening, why I felt like this. I had been with Carlisle. . . what? Thirty minutes ago? Had felt his lips on mine forty minutes ago? Carlisle was all mine, the ring on my finger said so. So why was I feeling like this?

These were Carlisle's kids, despite what I had told Sam. There was no way they couldn't be. Human blood tasted fantastic from a blood bag. I had gone through several a day. It kept me strong and healthy.

I watched the ceremony turn out so that people were standing, chatting with each other, congratulating Bella and Edward. I watched Irina, staring across the room towards where Seth, Billy, Sue, and Charlie were standing, drinking champagne.

I tightened my fingers around the windowsill ledge, terrified.

'Please don't do something stupid. Please don't do something stupid. Please don't do something stupid.' The chant rang over and over in my head, gazing at Irina who was glaring hatefully at Seth.

Irina leaned forward, muttering something to Edward before stalking off. As she passed by the house, she looked up. We met eyes. I gazed back as she glared at me, almost snarling. I looked over and saw Carlisle looked tense at our interaction. I gave him a soft, 'it's okay' smile, before he turned back to the party.

I sighed, wishing he was here with me instead of down there.

Actually, why didn't I just go down there? There wasn't really anything stopping me.

I got up from the wooden chair, shutting the window quietly, moving towards the door. That was when something in me broke.

I fell to my knees, a strangled scream erupting from my lips. I quickly smothered it so that no one heard it.

I felt something gush down my leg, making me nearly faint.

No, no, no. This couldn't be happening. Not now. Not with all those people out there.

With trembling legs, I laid down on the bed. I reached into the side drawer, drawing out the syringe of morphine.

I stabbed it into my leg and gasped.

Seth burst into the room suddenly, "Mom!"

"Seth?" I questioned. If he had heard it, did that mean Carlisle or one of the others heard it. "What-"

"I saw you weren't in the window anymore and I wanted to make sure you were alright." Seth said, staring from the needle to my hand. "What's going on?"

I clenched my teeth, squeezing my eyes shut in pain, my whole body convulsing as there was something like a contraction. I opened my eyes, gasping for breath, seeing stars.

"Mom?" Seth questioned, by my side in an instant. His wide, innocent brown eyes staring into mine.

"S-Seth." I gasped out, touching his brown jacket. "Carlisle."

Seth understood, but he didn't do it the way I was hoping he would, leaving the room to go get him. Instead, he shouted, "Carlisle!"

I zipped the hoodie down, tugging it off and Seth's eyes stared hugely. "M-mom?"

I stared at him, tears in my eyes, before biting down on my hand as something kicked against me. I let out a sob. Carlisle was in the room in an instant.

Carlisle P.O.V.

I was in the room in an instant, hearing her cries of pain and Seth's' call. But whatever I had been readying myself for wasn't this. Wasn't to see her pregnant, writhing in pain.

"Seth." I swallowed, "Get Sam on the phone. Now."

Because I knew, from the weird heartbeat, putting things together, that this child was not normal.

Davina's black eyes were pleading with me.

Seth called Sam on Davina's phone, putting it on speaker.

"Seth, I need you to leave." I murmured, "I'm serious. This. . . this is going to be bad."

Seth nodded, turning and leaving the room, shutting the door quietly behind him. I felt horrible.

"Davina? Darling?"

"This. . ." Davina gasped, the bedsheets tight in her fists. There was a fine sheen of sweat across her forehead and she was gasping for breath. "I don't know how it's possible. I swear Carlisle, I haven't been with anyone except you, I swear."

I chuckled softly, "Of course of all the things you worry about right now it's you wanting me to make sure I know you didn't cheat on me. Davina, I know you didn't."

"Good." Davina gasped, letting go of the morphine needle. It clattered to the floor. "But. . . it's only been a month and- and a- half. They shouldn't. . . it's to soon!"

I had no idea what I should be doing.

"Davina. . ." I whispered, smoothing her hair back.

"Carlisle?" Sam's voice was on the phone, sounding louder than need be.

"Davina's dying Sam." I said. "I need permission and I need it now."

"You have it!" Sam's voice was frantic. "You have it."

"Thank you Sam." Davina and I whispered together. And then Davina screamed again.

"Davina!" Sam shouted.

"Sam, I know you want to be here." I said, picking up a scalpel, "But you and the entire pack need to stay away from the house for a few days. Swear it."

"Alright." Sam said.

"Good." And then I unceremoniously hung up on him.

With a calm hand, I settled into my doctor zone, cutting Davina's stomach open, performing a C section. I wished I had known. Now that it was out there, it was so obvious. The sudden disappearance of blood bags, the missing blood bags at the hospital, the oversized sweatshirts, the sudden reluctance to have sex, Jasper saying she had moments of intense panic and sometimes she felt terrified about something. . . it was all this.

"C-Carlisle." Davina said weakly.

"It's going to be okay." I whispered as I cut open the stomach, "I want you to tell me why you didn't tell me."

Davina closed her eyes, "Because I didn't know at first. And then. . . I thought maybe I'd been raped or something because vampires can't have kids. And I was. . .I was scared what Lord would do with that information. And I was scared that maybe you wouldn't want to have the child if it was someone else's. And I was terrified once I randomly started drinking the blood bags because then I knew it meant it was a vampire child inside of me. And I'm scared what you all might do with that information. Sam. . . might want to kill him or her. You guys might even want to. . . in case the baby is dangerous. And I was scared. I wanted to give him or her a chance at a life first so we could see how it would be before we decided whether or not. . ."

Tears welled up in her eyes and I gasped. "What!" She asked frantically.

I swallowed hard. This. . . no wonder.

"Davina. . . you have. . . you have triplets."

Davina stared at me in shock and then whispered, "Triplets?"

I nodded, working on getting them out so that I could give her my venom and turn her. I knew it was much sooner than she wanted, she wasn't even twenty-five yet, but I had to. I couldn't lose her.

"Carlisle, we'll have to tell everyone the babies died. They can't. . . even our kids. And the werewolves especially. Hide them in our house so that they don't know they exist. At least until we can assess. . ."

Her voice drifted off, her heart starting to fail.

"Stay with me." I growled, wishing I had a nurse that I could hand the babies over to. I had to make down with laying a few blankets out, placing them one by one on the blankets. I made sure they were all breathing, trying not to be distracted by their angelic faces, before turning back to Davina.

I quickly grabbed a syringe from the bottom drawer in a locked box. I ripped off the lock, taking out the syringe, stabbing into her heart and pressing down. The quickest way for my venom to travel.

And then, because I honestly didn't want to fuck anything up, I bit down gently on her wrist, letting my venom pool into her blood.

I listened, waiting, solely on her heartbeat, making sure it continued, before turning the babies. They had heartbeats, blood flowed through their veins, and they seemed normal sized for a baby that had only been in the womb for less than two months.

I cleaned them up and stared- perhaps from habit- making out birth certificates, filling in everything but the names. Davina would name them- her heart was still strong behind me.

There were two boys and one girl. The girl looked most like me, a head of blond hair and when she opened her eyes- to early- they were bright crystal blue.

The boys on the other hands looked like they were identical with black hair and brown eyes.

The reception was still going on and I debated about what to do. I had to listen to Davina's 'last words'. She wanted me to hide the children in the house and not let Sam or anyone else but the two of us know about the children. Who would take care of them while I waited by Davina's side?

Then I realized that Alice must not be able to see the children. That was why Davina's future had disappeared.

I hesitated. I could tell Rosalie. . .

No. Not that was a bad choice. I finally ran from the house, the three babies in my arms, back to the house that Davina and I shared.

Working with vampire speed, I put together three makeshift cribs, putting each of them in one, watching them. I would have to study, see what they wanted to eat.

Arriving back at the house, I found that Bella was getting ready to leave. I disappeared, as my suit was covered in blood.

I appeared back in Davina's room. I waited, waited, waited. Alice burst into the room a few moments later, taking in the sight of all the blood, my suit, and Davina's still frame, "What happened?"

The others filed in, as Edward and Bella had driven off. Marcel and Bree were there too. Marcel looked horrified.

"She was pregnant." I said, trying to figure out what to tell everyone. "There were complications with the birth." I glanced at Marcel.

"Yes, the doctors said she couldn't have children." Marcel murmured. "And that if she got pregnant, there was a high probability she would die in the child birthing process."

I nodded, "Well they were triplets."

Marcel's mouth dropped, "Well no wonder. . . she would never have been able to."

"The children?" Rosalie asked and even with her mother on the deathbed, she sounded slightly excited.

I just shook my head and her shoulders slumped.

"Sam gave you permission, right?" Jasper asked.

I nodded, "Without a second of hesitation."

"Good." Esme said, reaching out and rubbing my shoulder. "Everything'll be okay brother, her heart sounds strong."

I nodded, "I know."

Rosalie was the first to leave. Everyone followed out after. Jasper kissed Davina's forehead, following Alice out as the last people in the room except Esme.

When it was just Esme, me, and Davina, she whispered so quietly, "I know you're lying."

I swallowed and then jerked my head towards the window. I brought her back to the house and whispered, "Esme, please. You can't tell a soul."

I brought her into the house to show her the babies.

Esme looked at them in wonder and then whispered, "How?"

"I don't know." I said. "I mean, there's never been anything like them. Vampires usually can't have sexual relationships with humans. Not enough control to keep from killing them. But I suppose. . . I mean males can have children at any age so I suppose it's technically possible. . . she's afraid though that they might not be. . . quite right. She doesn't want anyone to know about their existence except me. She's especially afraid of what Sam might do. Please Esme, you can't tell anyone."

"I won't." Esme whispered. "I can stay with them while you stay with Davina though."

"Thank you." I murmured.

Esme paused and then said, "Carlisle. . . Edward and Bella. . ."

I closed my eyes, knowing she was right, "Maybe not. It could be because of Davina's werewolf gene. Two supernatural genes combing together. And Bella doesn't have that."

Esme nodded but said, "I'm just saying you should be prepared if Bella does get pregnant."

I nodded, "You're right. I know."

And then I zoomed back to the house to wait for Davina.

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team-mythic-beasts · 8 months ago

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Seven Years of TMB, Part 4: The Iridescent Rover and the Angelic Author

By Lucas Reynard (feat. Aluros)

(Read series introduction here!)

Trying to outsmart a god, let alone a life deity, at what is basically hide-and-seek with extra steps… is totally impossible. Still, I thought Aluros deserved a little treat for winning— a book about him, written by yours truly. Well… I was going to give it to him eventually, considering I’ve been working on it for a few years already.

As expected, I found him taking the Princesses out for a walk in the woods outside Alphica, happily singing an old song he transcribed for his scholar friends; Clementine trotting around his feet, Lorelei on his head, Domino floating next to him, and Minerva being carried around in his arms, sleeping.

To be honest, I didn’t expect that he’d be here in his god form and not some other guise like… Bengt the Bard or that blue goblin whose name I can’t quite recall. But again, with practically no one in Phantasmia knowing who he really is (other than me), I guess he has nothing to worry about as long as he’s here.

Still, I’m not letting him tag along with me to Mikel’s place unless he changes into his elf form. I’d rather have my partner call Aluros “Mr. Reynard” rather than try to wrap his head around the idea of an “entirely new” deity.

Whoops, I’m getting off topic here… Anyways, back to my story.

“Oh, Lukey! Nice to see you again. The girls have been wondering when you’d…”

Aluros and his familiars were quick to spot me, but quicker did their attention turn towards the purple rectangular object I held in my arms. It’s the God of Colors’ favorite hue, and every author before me who’s ever written about him made that very clear.

Before I could fully explain as to why I got him this present, a collaborative effort from the two older Princesses swiftly removed the book from my grasp, then into their maker’s.

“All About Aluros: The God of Colors… You wrote this for me?”

And so he gently sat himself down, laid sleepy little Minerva onto his lap, and began to go through the pages, each word and picture, as the other Princesses gathered around him. His grin, which started off small yet soft, grew wider with every detail that amused him.

I wasn’t expecting much of a reaction from Aluros since it’s not really an elaborate gift, but looking back at it now… I probably should have. Unlike the stone-faced goddess that is my mother, he’s always been an emotional deity, and this time too was he moved to tears.

“I’m so honored,” “This is everything,” “Thank you so much…”

He kept repeating those words as he wept all over his new book and melted into a puddle, both his hair and the skies slowly morphing into a sweet, euphoric mix of purple, pink, and all those pleasant hues. The Princesses, Minerva included, meowed in harmony at the clouds, as they did every previous “purple sky.”

Like how the air turns golden to anyone who donates to a Moon Goddess statue, Aluros’ joy has the power to free anyone lucky enough to get to bask in it of their worries and all other negative sentiments. For all that my friends and I have endured these past few years, I admit this “purple sky” was much needed.

“Oh, I almost forgot… We got you a present too! Happy Birthday, Lukey!”

Well, I was so distracted from the joy of making Aluros happy that I forgot about my own birthday. Being the artist he is, obviously he’d have made me a portrait— marked with paw prints from all four Princesses.

Today, that portrait has its very own place in my study, framed in elegant wood and set right next to my table lamp. Whenever I’m a bit tired from writing, I’d put all my work aside and stare at it for minutes, even hours on end…

He’s gotten better at capturing my likeness yet again. 💕

Previous: Finny + Photia

#tmb 7th anniversary #hetaveyond #aveyond x hetalia #hetaveyond 2007 #hetaveyond the mist beckons #team mythic beasts #the gods of hetaveyond #tmb luke #lucas reynard #aluros #aluros the origin #saved the best for last!#my favorite boy with my favorite god yes yes yes <333 #finally drawing the left half of aluros’ shawl properly huh makoto #yes today’s quote is a blant fjell reference lol #happy lukey day!!!#still can’t believe i’ve been obsessed with this silly guy for 7 years already #angel & prins update coming soon ^^

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itlivesproject · 2 years ago

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here is the abel simp anon ILW FINALE thought dump (part 2! covers from when we play as devon until as we play as rowan)

2 months later? damn

NOW PLAYING AS DEVON??????? I HAD TO PUT THE GAME DOWN JUST TO GASP

….the memorial? oh dear grab the tissues

WE SAVED EVERY POSSIBLE SURVIVOR LET’S GO

connor is back and i am just as in love with him as ever

“Besides, you know how great a couple she and Abel make. I'm sure they're both doing great together.” i think i actually just squeaked

YOU CAN’T REMIND ME OF MAYOR GREEN.. AFTER WHAT YOU DID TO HER ???

and janie :(

loha… she deserved so much better :(

and finally, jessica, the start of it all (whose cg remains to be one of the best things i’ve ever seen in my life)

lincoln giving ratty matty’s money to a nonprofit for DA, that’s our guy!!!!!

i think lincoln aquino is a beautiful name! much better than the ties to the mcquoid name, i’m happy for him<3

amalia and jocelyn being besties? impeccable friendship

AND THE CURE IS WORKING! I’M SO HAPPY FOR THEM ALL

and amalia’s school record are fixed ??? THAT’S MY GIRL!!! SHE’S GONNA BE THE BEST LAWYER THIS WORLD HAS EVER SEEN

ELLIOT AND ROBBIE!!!!

harper and tom being the cutest for 1 minute straight

omg devon and harper having a handshake?? besties confirmed

CONNOR AND NOAH MY LOVES

someone pay for connor’s therapy PLEASE he will need bucket-loads of it at this point

THE COPS DROPPED NOAH’S INVESTIGATION?? MY BOY!! HE IS FREE!!!

“you know you can stay here for as long as you need” CONNOR AND NOAH ARE BEST FRIENDS CANONICALLY BECAUSE I SAY SO

noah’s mother hate club ‼️

sunny and luis deserve every happiness this world has to offer

ava thinking that being possessed was cool is so on brand😭

“Also, you need therapy.” dan keepin things real

the green siblings have my whole heart

CONNOR DIRTY THIRTY???????????? this is truly the best possible ending.

new music track????

“I love you when you're teasing me, I love you when we fight. love you when you're covered in blood or monster guts.” “Connor tells you these words every morning when you wake up, and every night when he goes to bed, but somehow, it always manages to feel like it's the first time he's said them.” he is the only man to ever exist. (alongside abel of course)

also connor, strong disagree with the chocolate in the fridge thing

STOP IT !???? PROPOSAL ???!?????? I STOOD UP. I WAS SAT DOWN AND I HAD TO STAND UP.

YES. HELL YES. MARRIAGE?!!

“Come on, sweetheart. Marry me?” WELL HOW THE HELL DO I SAY NO TO THAT???

i am grinning like a FOOL

“Your heart lifts to your throat as you examine the ring. It's so detailed, so personal. Leaves, like the forest around you, the forest you fell in love in. Your initials carved into the bottom. A diamond like you've always wanted.” i think i just died and went to heaven. HE IS THE CUTEST MAN EVER STOP IT

AND HE MADE IT HIMSELF? why don’t men like him actually exist.

i am now sat back down but i will stand back up if i need to. that is a threat.

THERES MORE?

“It's a house. With a yard for a dog, and enough rooms for guests and offices, and an address that doesn't confuse delivery drivers. It looks happy. And it's ours, if you want it.” the only reason i am not crying rn is because i am positively overwhelmed

i could literally quote all of his dialogue because it is all so incredible but i’m going to stop because this is long enough as it is😭

“God, you're so put together and capable. It's hot.” devon keeping it real

“Sweetheart, I love you, but all my lines work on you.” i said i would stop quoting connor and i lied, i just love him so much

“It’s no wonder there are deep grooves in the paint” YOU DIDN’T

for the one and only connor dirty thirty…. you guys nailed it (😏) also fun fact, if you remember getting as ask right at the very start of the project asking if connor green was in it and if we could bang him… that was me😳

“He wraps his arms around you, and it feels like coming home” ok it’s like you’re TRYING to get me to tear up now

(continued in part 3!)

-abel simp anon🤍

PART TWO

#ask #anon #mod win #abel simp anon

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cafeeeeeeeeee3 · 1 month ago

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I just watched anime for over 4 hours and I'm feeling so fulfiled. Watching ,30 episodes of FMA in two days <3

Manor spoilers btw

I usually post UT stuff, but, uh, yeah. Small Full Metal Alchemist rant,,,,, I need to get this outta my chest or I might collapse into myself.

MUSTANG AND HAWKEYE ARE SO CUTE TOGETHER. WINRY AND THE STEEL GUY WHO IS THE PROTAGONIST BUT WHOSE NAME I SIMPLY CANNOT REMEMBER (IVE BEEN CALLING HIM HAGANENO IN MY HEAD FOR THE WHOLE DURATION OF THE ANIME) ARE SO CUTE.

Nah, fr, this is the first time I ship a straight ship in, like, over a decade. Bitches got them chemistry.

AND THEN WE HAVE ARMSTRONG!!! OLIVER, I THINK. I REMEMBER HER BY HER HIERARCHY. IN PORTUGUESE.

Why does this always happen.

But I love her a ton. She is badass. Extra badass. Her fighting style reminds me of wrath's.

tbh I'd love to see Hughes more. He deserved to have more time with his family.

I ALSO LOVE ENVY SO MUCH. HE GOT ON MY TOES DURING THE FIRST HALF OF THE ANIME (and a little further), ID SEE A CHARACTER AND GO: IS THIS ENVY???? IS THIS ENVY???

His ending was also top tier. Although he did become quite annoying, and I was absolutely rooting for Colonel Mustang to whip him up w his fire (IT WAS SO GRATIGYING TO SEE THAT MAN WALKING AROUND LIKE AN ANIMAL, TRYING TO ESCAPE), I kinda,,, yeah, I think that his correlation to his name was sick.

ALso, Hoenheim had the best ending EVER. it was so rewarding? To see him next to Trisha??? I can't say I exactly like Hoenheim, but he had an amazing ending.

OH, AND PRIDE. OH LORD, OH PRIDE.

I *LOVE* PRIDE. Everywhere he goes, it reminds me of an abstract painting (more of a cubist thing? With the eyes facing foward, but the faces always being sideview), and I *adore* the form he takes. Idk why. Maybe because it's cute. Special adoration towards the Morse code part.

I LOVE THE CHIMERAS, TOO. The lion is sick.

UUH

GLUTONNY

Glutonny is a cute, pathetic little thing. I wouldn't get anywhere within a ten radius of him (for obvious reasons. He is the one that hesitates the less,,,, bitch doesn't even shapeshift. I wonder if there is a consensus, on what homunculus can shift and which ones can't. Are all of them able? Lust and Envy seemed like the only ones,,,), but he's cute af. HE.PLAYS W HIS FINGERS!

I also kinda like his design, y'know, when his belly opens. It feels kinda lackluster against Envy and Pride, but Pride is just,,,, too fucking sick, mb y'all, Pride for the win. But it's better than Lust, who didn't even get one 'cause Colonel VROOM VROOM (how does it feel to be carbonized by somebody named like a car) burnt her to ashes.

So, uuh, back on track (VROOM VROOM), his design serves a purpose. When I stared into it, I instantly remembered the thing it was meant to resemble, and it was very early into the anime, so, uh, it doesn't feel redundant. It communicates very well that he's a failed attempt at opening the truth gates(is this the name).

Also, he had an interesting end. I really liked the irony of his.

Also, hum, Wrath

Idk how to feel about him

I remember early into the anime, realizing he didn't really open his eyes much??? And just being,,, fixated on that. I do not understand why he does that to this point. Obviously, he's interesting, in the way that he is most definitely more human. He's got a wifey. He chose her.

Idk tbh

I didn't really understand him well. He also had a cool death.

OH GOD, TALKING ABOUT WRATH

CAPTAIN BUCANNER.

He.

Oh lord, I don't have many words for him, but HE IS RAD. AND HE, AAAAAAAH.

He was cool.

Hughes

I love Hughes (I love too many characters), with his playful persona at the start, all optimistic and shit. I loved seeing him interact with his family, when he pulled out a GUN at preschoolers. He is fatherhood ideals. Tucker should have taken a few lessons (do you think their little girls might have confraternized, in another universe? It'd certainly be cute).

My heart truly ached in his burial, really. Though nothing his daughter says really indicates she understands what happens, her voice is DJEEJDBDJENDNDNDDBEJSBS. Heart wrenching.

Idk much tbh, still kinda organizing my thoughts.

Havoc is also cool. And there's this guy, too, wears glasses and keeps making ":3" w his face. He went to the south. He's cute.

ALSO

HAWKEYE. I TUOOK SO LONGH TO NOTICE WHAT IT MEANT. HER NAME, I MEAN.

bitch, either the subs were wrong or u were doomed from the start :((((

She has such a cute design, with the spicy "bun"? I didn't really get what her deal is, I most definitely remember her tatoos, but I didn't undersrand why she had them in first place. I know she gets those disfigured after Ishval, but I don't think she used alchemy in Ishval — she was never an alchemist????? Why does she have those tattoos??

They're rad either way. SHE IS RAD ALTOGETHER. THIS WOMAN IS THE INCARNATION OF "SWITCHING TO YOU SPARE GUN IS FASTER THAN RELOADING" ( but doubled. She carries three guns with her, maybe 4, if I remember correctly).

Tbh I was kinda bummed at the end,,, when the protag got his arm back. And mustang got his sight. LET THEM CRIPPLED!!!! Like, yeah, mustang? What happened to him was not fair AT ALL (btw the scene w him pinned down by his hands was sick), but it'd be,,, interesting. Not that it matters, since the anime ends briefly after, BUT IF I EVER WRITE FMA FANFIC IN MU LFIE (probably not gonna happen tbh) HE STAYS BLIND.

also, uh

I'm sorry Abt what I'm about to say

Greed is hot. I love him.

I could probably talk a lot more about him, but, uhhh

Idk

It's just cool

Ling is also cool

And FU. OH LORD, FU.

He's also sick

Like the other girl (which I'm not about to try and write,,, I tried to remember her name, but for some reason I keep misremembering it as Hay. It can't be right,,,)

She's sick. I do confess to not seeing much personality in her, which is kind of a bummer, but she's crafty. And an overachiver. Both her and Fu kinda incarnate the idea of servitude, y'know? And that's cool.

ALSO

CURTIS

CURTIS>>>>>

SHE RULES.

Just a housewife passing by <3

I LOVE HOW SHE WHOOPED THE CHEEK OF ONE OF THE ARMY'S HEADS W A FLIP FLOP. ID BE DESTHLY AFRAID OF CURTIS, BUT I ADORE HER. SHE AND HER HUSBAND ARE SO CUTE. AND POWERHOUSES. SHE IS JUST KERNDJJEJJRHJRJDJDJEEJJDNDJDJJDBDH *collapses and dies*

#full metal alchemis brotherhood #tjis is literally just incoherent #spoilers ahead

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