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the-faceless-bride · 1 year ago

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🌲Welcome to Forks 🍃

Tags: @art3mas @the-atlantic-french-fry @mzcrazy2 @sadbitchfangirl @sinofwriting @ateliefloresdaprimavera

Characters: [name] Swan, Bella Swan, Charlie Swan, Jacob Black, and The Cullen family

Plot summary: Renae had enough of your attitude, she decided it was best for you to stay with your sister and Father in Forks. Paying to fly you out to forks, To Charlie's Delit and Bella's chagrin. However, seeing how Bella has been acting you watch closely as to what she does. And seeing how she treats Dad and an old friend Jacob, you feel it best to call her out. Because that's what big sisters do.

Warning: swearing, yelling, Bella being a hypocrite and not like other girls, crying, arguments, slapping, Edward being a creep.

A/n: Fuck Edward. And not in a good way. In a grossed out over his bs way.

Chapter one: welcome Home.

Chapter summary: finally, after so long of arguing, craving to get out of the heat, wanting to be with your dad and go home. Your mother finally agreed. You were on your way back to forks.

This chapter will contain? Bella is stand-off-ish (what else is new), Charlie is the best dad he could be, fluff, and readers' first day in forks.

You ran to your Dad; he had been waiting for you leaning against his car a smile on his face, happy both his litter girls were home. His arms were wide open for you, "Dad!" you screeched as you let your body crash into him, you missed your dad. You hated being away from him, and while Bella took to your mother, you were and always will be a daddy's girl.

Charlie looked at you, pulling away his hands resting on your shoulders. "wow. Look at you!" you smiled as you brushed soft curls from your face, "My little girl, grown up!.. Well. Not grown up too much. You're still my baby girl you hear me?" you laughed as you nodded your head. "well. What do you say we go home, sweetpea?"

The drive back wasn't painfully long, time seemed to fly catching up with your favorite parent. You told him about how you found a love for fashion, how you missed forks, how good it was to not be in constant heat.

Pulling to the house you could barely remember still felt good and nostalgic, "who's truck?" you asked confused. Maybe Dad got a new car? "oh, yeah that's Bella's got her it as a welcome home gift." he paused then looked down then to you, "Well...now I feel bad I didn't think to get you something." you smiled at up at your dad, you loved Charlie. "it's ok dad, im just happy to be home."

He smiled at the use of the word home, giving a cheery "let's go!" you practically bounced to the front door. Ready to get in the house and race up to your old room wanting to see what had been made of it.

As soon as Charlie opened the door you rushed up the stairs, Charlie letting out a chuckle locking the door behind him before following after you, "Slow down! I'm getting old I can't chase after you like I used to!" he huffled with a smile.

Your room was untouched. Just as it always has been. Twin bed, white ruffled bed frame, light dusted pink walls, soft carpet, chipped white painted bedside table and dresser, the vanity in the middle of the wall near the window. It was perfect. Just as it always has been.

But then it hit you, "Wait. Where's Bella?" you turned to a slightly out-of-breath Charlie, "Oh, well. She's got this new... Boy. Friend. A friend she's been hanging out with recently." he mumbled unsettled by the topic, Bella... Your sister. Your awkward, no-fun, book-loving, blend-in-with-the-crowd sister Bella. Was out late... With a guy?

Maybe this whole moving to forks thing was a really good thing for her.

"oh! Before we do anything else someone wants to see you!" you focus your attention back on your dad and not on your thoughts as you tilt your head, you just got here who would want to see you already? Charlie was now the one rushing down the steps to open the door, you laughing and closing on his heel.

"[Name!]"

"Billy!"

" Hey [name]"

"JACOB!"

You hugged Billy, before pulling Jacob down to your height and messing with his hair, he laughed and 'struggled' in your grip. You always loved Jacob, he always followed you around when you were younger. You were a year older than him and Bella, they always wanted to hang out with you, no matter where you went Jake and Bells were close behind you.

"im happy to see you [name], im glad to have my two best friends back." you really hugged Jacob this time. No longer the little boy you had to protect from the other older kids like Paul.

Feels so long ago.

Just then a car pulled up to the house, an expensive car at that.

Out came Bella still in her loose hoodie, layered shirts, unbrushed hair pulled back with a plain headband, baggy jeans, and a brown book bag. Yup. Same old Bells. But then came out a boy. Pale as could be with fluffed-up hair, nothing noticeable with what he was wearing, he looked like 'random guy in a crowd #4' the one thing that stood out was his eyes. Pricing gold eyes.

He stared at you, an odd expression on his face. His Face contorted like he was in pain. Looking you up and down.

From your softly curled hair, light eye make-up blushed cheeks, and plump lips, the loose complementary scarf that clung loosely around your shoulders, your tight top, fuzzy sweater, skirt, leggings, and fluffy leg warmers, what was this guy staring at?

His eyes shifted to Billy and Jacob and he made a face, one that shifted from pain. To disgust. You narrowed your eyes, just what in the hell was this guy's problem?!

Then what made you realize you had work to do, and a serious chat to have.

When your Dad smiled at your sister slightly opening his arms and giving a "Hey sweetie Bells!" she made and face heading in side with a mumbled "hi Charlie."

... Oh fuck no.

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agent-grey-fics · 1 year ago

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Who we are | Paul Lahote | Part 1

Paired: Paul Lahote x reader Wordcount: 4782

Summary: Y/n had been friends with Jake as long as she could remember. Slowly she got integrated in his friend group from the rez. They all got a long, but one day Paul started to act out. Little did y/n know what they thruly were and that he imprinted on her.

Writers note: I’m sorry if there're error's. It's been a while since I've written something and I needed to get back into my flow.

You can read part 2 here, part 3 comming soon.

The air was filled with laughter and chatter as the close friends hung out outside Sam’s place. The atmosphere was relaxed, they had just successfully teamed up with the Cullens clan to chase a rogue vampire off their territory. But the relaxed atmosphere changed when you walked up to the group. ‘Oh, look who decided to grace us with her presence.’ Paul’s voice was dripping with sarcasm as he spoke. You narrowed your eyes at him, irritation clearly written all over your face. Your friends exchanged knowing glances, clearly used to the constant bickering between you two. ‘Come sit over here, just ignore him.’ Jacob patted the empty spot next to him. The two of you used to get along perfectly fine but it all changed one day. He started acting like a total dick and you didn’t understand why. Without giving Paul a second glance you plopped down next to Jacob who immediately put an arm around your shoulders. ‘When did you come home? I thought you had classes until next weekend?’ You shook your head at Jake’s assumption. ‘I might be skipping classes to hang out with my favourite people.’ A smile spread across your lips as you spoke. One of the things you had promised yourself was to get out of Forks, you could not understand why people wanted to live there their whole lives. It was always cloudy and raining. So when the time came to apply to colleges you chose the ones as far away as possible where the sun was always shining. ‘I knew you would miss me, I told you so.’ He was teasing you, the two of you used to hang out all of the time during middle school and after a while, he introduced you to the guys from the rez. They became your closest friends and you basically spend every Friday night with them since you were thirteen. It was a big change when you moved across the country without them. ‘We literally went from seeing each other every day to once every four months.’ He pulled you closer to his side and pressed a quick kiss against your hair. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Paul ball his hands into fists and roll his eyes

‘So, are we partying tonight or what?’ You wiggled your eyebrows as you gave Embry a playful look. He was always up for a good party and you knew he could convince Sam. ‘I’m not up for it y/n, it has been a crazy week an-’. You pat Quil, who was sitting on your other side, on his thigh when he started to whine. ‘Come on, your favourite girl is back in town and you don’t want to celebrate?’ You gave him your best puppy eyes. ‘Favourite girl’ Paul mumbled under his breath. ‘Hey if you don’t wanna go you can stay home, Paul.’ you spat at him, ‘ I don’t care if you join us or not.’ He rolled his eyes and looked to the other side. Jake squeezed into your shoulder, signalling for you to quit. ‘We could go to that bar in Port Angeles?’ Embry suggested as he looked at Sam, ‘a couple of hours wouldn’t mind right? We can take the girls?’ You bit on the inside of your cheek to keep a grin from forming on your lips as you heard him. Like you said, Embry was your partner in crime when it came to parties. Emily nodded enthusiastically as she heard his proposal and gave you a wink. It was a bit weird in the beginning, you weren’t used to true girlfriends who weren’t toxic. But Emily was an angel, she was so sweet and wouldn’t hurt a fly.

Sam sighed. ‘Alright, but only for a couple of hours and I’m not driving.’ You threw your arms in the air as a victory sign. ‘Do you need to change or are you wearing these?’ Jake pointed towards your outfit. ‘Hey, don’t hate on the hoodie.’ A chuckle left his lips. ‘No, I’ve packed some things they’re still in my car. Is it ok that I change here real quick Sam?’ He nodded and pointed over his shoulder towards the house. ‘You know where the bathroom is.’ You jogged towards your car and took the bag you packed with extra clothes knowing you guys would end up going out and you were probably going to crash at Jake’s place.

‘Em, what are you wearing?’ The two of you stood in their bathroom as you were hoisting yourself in a black skirt. She was coating her lashes with mascara. ‘I think that black dress I wore when we went clubbing in Phoenix last month.’ Emily was the only one who had visited you since you moved into your uni apartment. She had stayed for a couple of days and the two of you went partying with your roommate Alex. ‘I love that dress, it looks so good on you.’ It took about fifteen minutes until the two of you were done, and that was just when the boys' patience ran out. ‘You decent?’ Without waiting for your answer Embry marched into the bathroom, ‘cause we wanna get going.’ ‘Yeah yeah, let’s go.’ When you walked back onto the porch you noticed that Jared had left, something about Kim not feeling too well and he didn’t want to leave her home alone. So it was only Jake, you, Embry, Quil, Sam, Emily and Paul. Great.

‘So, who’s driving?’

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The drive had been fun, you ended up in Quil’s front seat with Jacob and Embry in the back. Paul was driving himself, Sam and Emily. ‘Next time we need to Uber there so that everyone can drink.’ You remarked as Quil parked his car in one of the empty parking spaces of the bar. ‘I checked but there were no availabilities for our number of people.’ Embry passed you a bottle of wine the two had been sharing during the ride. ‘Oh, well next time we can book one in advance.’ You downed the last gulp of wine before the four of you got out of the car. Paul pulled into the parking space on your side. As he got out he looked you up and down. You didn’t know if he was checking you out or if it was out of disgust. Before you could give him a remark he walked towards Jake, ignoring you completely. Embry swung his arm around your shoulders and pulled you towards the entrance. ‘We’re gonna get wasted.’

And wasted you were. It started with shots, Embry handing you one after another while he seemed to forget that you didn't have the same alcohol tolerance as the boys. After the fourth shot, a blissful feeling spreads across your body. The lights in combination with the rhythmic beats put you in a trance, the biggest smile on your lips as you move your body to the music. Jake decided to be ‘the responsible one’ tonight, which meant he wasn’t drinking so he could keep you from doing stupid things. ‘Dude I miss this.’ You had to shout to get over the music so he could hear you. ‘Me too girl, me too.’ Jake had a warm smile on his lips as he saw you having fun. There had been times when that smile was far gone, losing a parent had that effect on people. Jake had nursed you back to the girl you once were and he had sworn to protect you at all costs, he had almost lost you once and he for sure wasn’t going to lose you twice. ‘I’ll come visit you more in Phoenix, I’ve talked about it with Sam and they can miss me a couple of days.’ Your mouth fell open as you heard him speak. ‘Oh my god’ You jumped a little in excitement and threw your arms around his neck. ‘That’s awesome, I’ll plan us a fun weekend and I can show you around. You’ll love it.’ His chest vibrated as he laughed. Jake loved you, so much, but as a brother who loved his sister and nothing more. It took him a long time to convince the guys that there wasn’t anything more between the two of you but they finally understood the bond the two of you shared when he told them about you losing your mom when you were a teen and how it affected you. ‘We’ll plan it when you’re sober’ You took a step back and pointed at him with finger guns: ‘Good idea big boy, but before that’s the case I’m going to grab another drink. You want one?’ He shook his head and you made your way towards the bar.

The dancefloor was packed with bodies grinding into each other, you had to squeeze yourself through the mass to get to the bar. Impatiently you tapped your nails on the counter. When it took too long, you bent a little over the bar using your cleavage to get the bartender's attention. They were watching anyway, so it was better to use it to your own advantage. ‘What can I get you?’. You quickly glanced over your shoulder to look for Embry. ‘Two tequila shots and a beer, but half beer half coke please.’ Using your most flirty smirk you ordered the drinks, it earned you a wink from the bartender. He wasn't bad-looking, quite the opposite. He had slightly longer hair, a nose ring and his arms were covered in tattoos. ‘Here’s my card to close the tab.’ You quickly pulled your card from your purse and gave it to him. When he stepped away to make your drinks you took a step back so you took your cleavage from display. Absent-minded you swayed to the beat of the music, not paying attention to your surroundings. Your mind wandered to Paul, you couldn't remember when the rivalry between the two of you had started. One day everything seemed fine, the next it wasn’t. He did his best to make you feel unwelcome, even though you had been part of the friend group for a long time. It bothered you, you couldn’t deny that. You always thought there was a certain chemistry between the two of you but that changed when he started acting like a total dick. The barman pulled you out of your thoughts as he placed the shot glasses in front of you, followed by the beer, a salt shaker and a slice of lemon. You wanted to remark that you needed a second slice when you saw that he had one wedged between his lips, it was that kind of bar. Mischief glinted in his eyes.

The plan to take shots with Embry was taken off the table. You wet the back of your hand with your tongue so that some salt stuck to it. Then you licked up the salt, took the shot and pulled the barman towards you. Your lips just barely touched his as you took the slice from his mouth. As the sourness of the lemon wiped away the tart taste of the tequila, your timidity also disappeared. You placed the lemon slice on the bar and stood on your tippytoes so you could press your lips against his. He grinned, you could feel it. After a couple of seconds you pulled away, smile on your lips. ‘I’m y/n by the way.’ You extended your hand towards him. ‘Rafa.’ He shook your hand, ‘well, that was fun.’ You laughed. ‘Yeah, I guess I’m heading back to my friends over there.’ You pointed vaguely in the direction of Jake, ‘Maybe I’ll see you later.’ Before he could say anything else you grabbed the other shot of tequila and your beer and made your way through the crowd.

‘Did you just make out with the bartender?’ It was Emily who asked you in disbelief, a big grin across her face. ‘Yeah, that was different.’ Laughing, you shook your head. ‘Anyway, here.’ You extended the shot glass topped with a lemon slice towards Embry. ‘Couldn’t bring the salt, sorry.’ He shrugged, downed the tequila and bit on the lemon as he pulled a sour face.’But you could put your tongue down the poor guy's throat?’ Your jaw dropped at his comeback. ‘At least I get to stick my tongue down someone’s throat Call.’ You flicked your hand against the back of his head which drew a laugh from Jake. You sipped from the beer you were holding in your hand, you preferred this over wine any day. This was your last shot, you would do things you would regret if you kept going knowing yourself. Tequila is nasty but after a few shots so am I, or how did it go? ‘The fuck are you drinking?’ You looked down at your glass and saw that the Coke and beer lumped together into a cloudy mess. ‘It’s Coke mixed with beer, it’s quite good.’ You looked up and didn’t realise it had been Paul who asked you. He wore a black round-necked shirt that stretched around his chest and biceps. Damn, he looked good. You lifted the glass towards him. ‘You can taste if you want?’ He shook his head, ‘I’m driving remember?’ You were surprised you had a civil conversation without making stupid remarks to each other. ‘Jake’s sober as well, and you won’t get drunk from one sip?’ You challenged him. An eyebrow raised as you looked at him. You knew he was going to give in, you knew him far too well for that. You would never push him if you knew he was still going to drive, but now that Jacob wasn’t drinking anyway, it didn't matter. He sighed. 'Why do you always want to get your way? It’s annoying you know.' There it was, it stung a bit. He knew well enough that comments like this annoyed you. ‘Never mind.’ It was a mumble that he couldn’t hear because of the blasting music, or so you thought.

As the bass thrummed through the club, Paul's initial refusal lingered in the charged air between you. A sense of nostalgia tugged at both of you, overshadowed only by unspoken tensions. You still didn’t understand where it went wrong between the two of you. You used to be as close as you were with Embry, it annoyed him to see you giving him all your attention. Everything would be so much easier if you knew their secret, he sighted. He wasn’t planning on ruining your dream of getting out of that old town. You could never know.

Paul watched the liquid swirl in your glass. He hesitated, battling the weight of pride against the allure of bridging the growing chasm between you. The music pulsed a synchronous rhythm to the unspoken conversation between old friends. He reached out, fingers brushing against hers as he took the cool glass.

‘Jake’s driving.’ Paul said, his voice a bit softer than before. A pause lingered, a shared understanding settling between you. With a slight grin, you let go of the glass. ‘One sip won't hurt, you can still drive if you want to.’ He took a sip of the strange mixture. The taste was a blend of bitterness and something sweet, mirroring the complexity of your relationship. ‘Where did you find this combination? This is gross’ He pulled a face when he handed you the pint back. ‘Probably in someone's living room a couple of years ago, I quite like it. Jake does so too.’ You pointed over your shoulder in the direction of your best friend. You looked over your shoulder to make sure he was still there. He made eye contact with Paul and gave him a grin which caused you some confusion. ‘oh yeah, I remember him drinking something strange but I didn’t know it was beer with coke.’

The tension ebbed away, replaced by a familiar feeling. You took another sip from you glass, not wanting to provoke him with something you said. Paul broke the silence. ‘So, Phoenix, huh? That's a big move.’ You nodded, a hint of sadness in your voice. ‘Yeah, it's a new chapter, barely any rain.’ You laughed, ‘But I miss this place, well not the place but I miss the people and the Friday nights.’ You felt somewhat sober, too scared to say something wrong to him and lose the conversation. ‘They miss you too, Jake could only talk about you the first few weeks after you moved out. It was annoying as shit.’ He laughed, it was a roaring sound that came deep from his chest. ‘He’s coming to visit me in the next couple of weeks.’ You smiled proudly. You could see how his eyes flickered to something behind you, the smile dropping from his face.

When you followed his gaze you saw a figure emerge from the crowd, catching your eye. It was Rafa, the bartender from earlier, making his way through the sea of dancing bodies. His eyes locked onto yours, a determined expression etched across his face as he approached.

"Hey," Rafa called out over the music, flashing a charismatic smile. Startled, you turned to face him, your features displaying a mix of surprise and curiosity. ‘Didn’t think to see you again.’ You replied, the lingering effects of the tequila shots adding a hint of boldness to you tone. Paul observed the interaction with a tightness in his jaw, a knot forming in the pit of his stomach. His eyes followed Rafa's movement toward you, his presence unsettling the fragile peace you two found during the night.

Sensing Paul's gaze on you, you glanced briefly in his direction, noting the clench of his fists and the tension in his posture. A flicker of realization passed through you, though you chose to ignore it for the moment, focusing on Rafa's approach. You were about to say something when you felt a sudden presence beside you. Paul stood abruptly closer, a steely glint in his eyes as he interjected, his voice laced with an unexpected edge. ‘Hey, is there a problem here?’ His words came out sharper than he intended, a protective instinct surfacing within him. Rafa’s expression shifted slightly, registering the intrusion. ‘I was just having a conversation with y/n here. We’re good’ he replied, raising his hands in a placating gesture.

You turned your attention between Paul and Rafa, sensing the tension building around the three of you. ‘It's fine, Paul. Rafa was just asking me to go for a smoke,’ you explained, trying to diffuse the situation. Paul's jaw clenched further, a mixture of emotions swirling within him. ‘I can take you for a smoke, if that's what you want,’ he offered, his voice softer, tinged with a hint of vulnerability. As you contemplate your response, the underlying jealousy in Paul’s eyes doesn't escape your notice, a silent testament to the emotions simmering just beneath the surface. ‘Look mate, I don’t know who you are bu-’ You saw Paul step forward and you knew what was going to happen, having been in this situation before. Before you had time to react, Sam popped up next to you. With a stern 'Paul', he seemed to restrain him. He abruptly turned his head in Sam's direction, ignoring Rafa completely. Rafa watched the situation with a disinterested look. ‘Y/n, could you take Paul outside he needs to calm the fuck down.’ Emily gave you a mysterious look, as if she was trying to tell you something but you were speaking a completely different language. 'Come on,' you said as you wrapped your hand around his wrist so you could pull him behind you. It looked ridiculous, Paul was 6’5’ and looked huge next to your 5’8’. He seemed to think the same and and took your hand in his. He led the way so you could easily navigate through the crowd to the exit. Why the fuck was he acting this way, ruining your evening.

The cold night air hit you like a slap in the face as you stormed out of the bar, the door slamming shut behind you. The music and laughter inside became muffled, replaced by the harsh reality of the argument that had just unfolded. Paul followed you, his steps heavy and purposeful, a volatile energy emanating from him. ‘What the hell is your problem, Paul?’ you spat, turning to face him, your frustration boiling over. ‘You can't just waltz in and ruin everything because you're feeling possessive. Especially when you-’

Paul's jaw clenched, his eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and hurt. ‘Possessive? You think I'm being possessive? Maybe if you paid a bit more attention, you'd see that I'm just trying to look out for you!’ You scoffed, your voice dripping with sarcasm. ‘Look out for me? By intimidating every guy who dares to talk to me? That's not looking out for me, Paul, that's just being controlling.’

He took a step closer, his towering figure loomed over you. ‘I'm not trying to control you, y/n. I just can't stand seeing you with-,’ ’Get used to it!’ you yelled, your patience wearing thin. ‘I can talk to whoever I want, Paul. I don't need your permission.’

His hands balled into fists at his sides. ‘Permission? This isn't about permission. It's about you being reckless and not caring about who you're with. That guy could be dangerous, for all we know.’ ‘Stop acting like you know what's best for me!" you shot back, your voice rising. ‘I'm not a child, and I certainly don't need you playing the overprotective friend.’

The tension between you two was palpable, the air charged with resentment. Passersby glanced in your direction, drawn by the intensity of the argument. Paul's eyes bore into yours, his frustration reaching its peak.

‘You always do this!’ he shouted, the anger in his voice cutting through the night. ‘You act like you’re on top of the world, like you're invincible. But you're not, y/n. You're just as vulnerable as the rest of us, and I can't stand seeing you put yourself in stupid situations.’

Your temper flared, and you matched his intensity. ‘Stupid situations? Me having fun in a bar is a stupid situation? Me, a twenty-six years old woman making out with a bartender is a stupid situation? Do you hear yourself? You can't ruin everything because you're feeling like acknowledging me for a night. Especially when you’re the one who casted me aside like old trash’ You were fuming, all the anger that was bottled up coming out all at once. ‘You’ve been fucking ignoring me for the last year and a half and God knows what I did wrong to get on your bad side but you’ve only been cruel towards me ever since.’ You could feel tears well up in your eyes but you were determined to not let him see you cry.

The words hung heavy in the cold night air, the weight of the past year and a half of silence between you two finally surfacing. Paul's expression shifted from anger to a mix of guilt and regret. His hands slowly unclenched, a defeated look in his eyes.

‘I never wanted to hurt you,’ he muttered, the edge in his voice replaced by a tone of remorse. ‘I just... I couldn't be around you, y/n. It's complicated, and I never meant to cast you aside.’ You shook your head, a bitter laugh escaping your lips. ‘Complicated? You think giving me the cold shoulder for over a year without any explanation is complicated? Paul, we used to be friends, close friends. You can't just shut me out like that without a reason.’

He ran a hand through his hair, frustration etched on his face. ‘It's not that simple, okay? There are things you don't know, things I can't explain.’ ‘Try me!’ you shot back, your patience wearing thin. ‘I deserve to know why one of my best friends turned into a stranger. I deserve some damn honesty, Paul.’ He hesitated, his eyes searching yours for a moment before he spoke, ‘It's not just about us, y/n. It's about something bigger, something I can't control.’ Confusion knit your brows together. ‘What are you talking about?’

Paul took a deep breath, as if preparing himself for what he was about to say. "I... I can't explain it fully, but it has to do with what we are, with what I am. It's not just me; there are others, and it's complicated. I wish I could tell you more, but it's dangerous, and I can't risk dragging you into it.’

Your frustration shifted to a mix of confusion and concern. ‘What do you mean, what you are? Paul, you're not making any sense. Are you in some kind of trouble?’ He looked away, unable to meet your gaze. ‘It's a long story, and it's not something I can easily share. Just know that I never wanted to hurt you, and I'm sorry for pushing you away.’

The night air seemed to grow colder as the weight of his words settled in. You felt a mix of emotions – anger, hurt, confusion, but also a hint of understanding. Whatever secret Paul was harboring, it seemed to be beyond his control. ‘I want to go home.’ He nodded, ‘I’ll take you home, Just... please be careful. I never wanted you to get caught up in this mess."

As Paul nodded in response to your desire to go home, you couldn't shake the intensity of the situation. The revelations left more questions than answers, and the air felt charged with an unspoken tension. The distance between you two seemed to grow with every step back to his car, the weight of the unknown settling heavily on your shoulders. The drive home was silent, the engine's hum the only sound accompanying the echoing thoughts in both your minds. Glancing at Paul, you noticed the conflict etched on his face, as if he was torn between revealing more and protecting you from the undisclosed danger.

The drive home was silent, the engine's hum the only sound accompanying the echoing thoughts in both your minds. Glancing at Paul, you noticed the conflict etched on his face, as if he was torn between revealing more and protecting you from the undisclosed danger.

As his car pulled into your driveway, the sense of relief mingled with the lingering unease. Paul turned off the engine, but neither of you moved for a moment. The night held an unusual stillness, the world outside your car encapsulated in a hushed suspense. Breaking the silence, you spoke, your voice a mix of weariness and frustration. "Paul, I need more than apologies. I need answers. What's going on? What's this 'mess' you keep talking about?"

He sighed, his gaze fixed on the steering wheel. ‘It's complicated, y/n. It's about... a situation back home that's getting complicated since you’ve been gone. A lot of stuff is happening, and I've been trying to keep you out of it.’ Your eyes widened with disbelief. Jake never told me about this?’’ Paul hesitated before replying, ‘It's not up to him to tell you about it. Like I’ve said it’s complicated. It's not something I can easily explain,I didn't want you to get caught up in it.’

Your frustration shifted to a mix of confusion and concern. ‘What do you mean Paul, you're not making any sense. Are you in some kind of trouble?’ He looked away, unable to meet your gaze. ‘It's a long story, and it's not something I can easily share. Just know that I never wanted to hurt you, and I'm sorry for pushing you away.’

The air seemed to grow colder as the weight of his words settled in. You felt a mix of emotions – anger, hurt, confusion, but also a hint of understanding. Whatever secret Paul was harboring, it seemed to be beyond his control.

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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 5 months ago

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Random thought I just had in my hospital bed, but what if Alice had immediately called Rosalie/the Cullens after seeing Bella is alive? And then continued to talk to Bella?

Which scenario are we in?

We're in the "Edward gets really really really pissed because no one does what he wanted and EVERYONE IS RUINING EVERYTHING!!!"

But Let's Back it Up

Before Rosalie has a chance to call Edward?

Rosalie goes "ugh" and is very pissed off that Bella is still somehow causing their family a bunch of drama over nothing, that Alice apparently has false positives now about people fucking dying, and is so done with this bullshit.

But Edward is not told that "Bella is dead, come home and stop this".

However, the Cullens don't get to sit on their hands too long as, "news, everybody!" it turns out Victoria has been picking off people in the Forks area, held out by teenage shapeshifters, to get to Bella so that she can kill Edward's mate as a part of her revenge for the death of James.

Remember Laurent? The guy Irina's stupid in love with? He was one of them!

And wow, it sure seems like this is kind of the Cullen's fault for refusing to keep even small tabs on the town/Bella because Edward was so determined to be a dramatic diva and tear himself out of her life.

I imagine the Cullens (sans Edward, he's still moping in Rio) have a meeting and while it's going to be a tough call (Rosalie wants nothing to do with this, Jasper is torn as he wants Victoria dealt with but also doesn't want to put Alice back on her radar) ultimately I think they'd vote to go back to Forks for as long as it takes to deal with this problem.

And erm, we'll see about Bella (there's no Volturi 'thou shalt' yet nor Edward's attempted suicide, so it's not as dire as it was canonically).

The question is...

Do they tell Edward? On the one hand, he'll be pissed if he finds out they went behind his back because his lady love/Forks was in danger. He'd be beyond pissed, he'd feel betrayed on an unheard of level.

On the other hand, Edward will throw a massive fit (much like the one he threw to get them out of Forks in the first place), and when he realizes his "leave Bella" plan has had unintended side effects, that placed Bella in even more danger... a) he'll despise himself which is the last thing Edward needs b) who knows what the fuck he'll do in response to this.

There's a very tempting option here where, maybe, they can take care of things quickly enough in Forks that Edward never even realizes they went back.

This is an even more heated debate, and I imagine it's very 50/50 and "... Alice, er, how does he take it?"

Ultimately, they probably decide to tell him. He has to know what's happened, they can't keep this secret forever, and he deserved to know exactly what has happened, both the good and the bad.

Rosalie does not get to tell Edward, as that's a very bad idea, and I imagine Carlisle gets to tell him.

And so, Edward gets a phone call in Rio telling him "you done fucked up, son", not only that, but remember how he was chasing Victoria and he pathetically lost her in Mexico and kept going south for some reason until he landed in Rio? Yeah, she went all the way back to Forks where she's been trying to eat Bella this entire time.

Laurent nearly did.

And the only people protecting her are those temperamental shapeshifters who it turns out are back in full force.

And so, Edward loses his goddamn mind.

Edward: The Eclipsining

Edward comes racing back and acts similar to how he did in Eclipse. The carpet was pulled out from under him, this Jacob Black character has moved in on his territory in a way Edward did not expect for all he thought he wanted Bella to move on. Worse, Bella's in even more danger than before, has picked up very dangerous habits, and now he has to crawl back into her good graces.

Trouble is, Edward also hasn't quite been convinced that he can't live without her yet/he would have broken eventually. He knows he was having a shit time in Rio, but he didn't have that moment of her death where he concluded there was no purpose to his life anymore. Oh, he still plans to nobly kill himself when she dies, but he sincerely thinks he can leave her alone, she can live her human life, and he'll kill himself off screen.

It's just... when he leaves her alone she doesn't live that idyllic human life he wants her to.

If Bella puts it to a vote, I imagine she'll still win as Carlisle will probably side with the majority, even though there's no threat of execution/Edward's imminent suicide on the table. In which case Edward smashes the Korean TV, but I'm not sure would ask for marriage.

He wants to marry Bella, but he also doesn't want her to commit her precious human life to him/he still wants to extract himself. I imagine Edward would plan to be with her in the short term, so that the family doesn't go and turn her, but is always looking for Bella to a) change her mind about turning into a vampire b) extract himself from the situation.

And Jacob Black would be great for that. In fact, while Edward fucking hates him at first, he proves himself a worthy advisory, he's brave and noble, and Bella clearly cares deeply for him.

... Edward is suddenly Team Jacob.

Edward deep down is Team Edward, but he can't be Team Edward, because he has to leave Bella as soon as possible without turning into a vampire. But Team Jacob means Team Human means that Bella won't asked to be turned and will live a normal human life... with a shapeshifter but at least he'll be able to protect her.

I imagine Jacob has very little idea what to make of Edward. He hated this guy, still hates him but why is Edward saying, "Yes, Jacob, we must make you as appealing to Bella as possible". And leaving them alone together, on purpose, so that Jacob will have opportunities.

Jacob... doesn't want to think about weird vampires being weird.

But it all ends up being moot point.

The Volturi

Due to the lack of Volturi meeting, I imagine the Volturi do come to Seattle much faster to wipe out the vampires. If they do, and they do stop in on the Cullens just to see what's happening, then depending who visits they will find out about Bella.

And, "hm, are you turning her anytime soon?" It's clear she's very gifted, so most likely death is off the table (Jane wasn't there by herself canonically, she doesn't get to call all the shots). So, probably they're looking to take Bella back to the mothership.

Depending who's there, Bella is turned immediately. If it's Aro... he may be persuaded by Alice as he was in canon, to let it happen on its own time, or he may turn her ther himself because these people clearly aren't going to and "she should join the guard".

But most likely, Bella gets turned and kidnapped to Italy for at least a year while she's in her newborn phase. After which she's 'free to go', if she still wants to after Chelsea of course.

After that...

Well.

A lot of bloody nonsense.

#twilight #twilight meta #twilight headcanon #twilight renaissance #edward cullen #bella swan #the cullens #meta #headcanon #opinion

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little-diable · 1 year ago

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Kinktober Day 25 – Carlisle Cullen

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🩶 Day 25 🩶 Daddy

Warnings: 18+, piv, spanking, begging

Carlisle Cullen x fem!reader (1k words)

header by @deathofpeaceofmind

My Kinktober Masterlist

With a sigh leaving him, Carlisle stepped into his office, eyes focused on the documents he was reading. He felt her before he saw her, freezing in his step as his eyes found hers, filled with mischief. (Y/n) was sitting in his office chair, staring at her boyfriend with a soft grin tugging on her lips, a grin that grew wider as the sound of Carlisle locking the door rang in her ears.

“What are you doing here?” He smiled at her, walking closer with the documents finding their way to his desk, hands reaching for hers to pull (y/n) to her feet. Their lips met in a soft kiss, allowing him to let go of the tension that had tugged on his shoulders, allowing him to relax in her grasp.

“What? Are you not happy to see me?” Carlisle’s laugh rumbled through him, shuffling her around so that he could plop down on the chair with (y/n) pulled into his lap. He kissed her again, communicating the emotions tying the two together, forming an unbreakable bond.

“I’m always happy to see you, you know that sweetness.” Her hands toyed with the buttons of his white shirt, batting her eyelashes in an almost teasing motion. Both knew that she was needy for him, aching for the hands she hadn’t felt on her body in days. “Somebody’s needy, huh?”

“Of course I am, you haven’t been home in days. I miss you.” With a raspy chuckle leaving him, Carlisle’s hands found her waist, pulling her against his twitching cock, already excited about feeling her this close. He had missed her just as much, hating that he hadn’t seen her pretty face in way too long, aching for the one he loved more than words could describe.

“We don’t have much time, I’ll have to be back in the ER in ten.” A gasp left her as he forced her back to her feet, front pushed down on the table. (Y/n) didn’t dare move, allowing her boyfriend to pull her trousers down her legs with quick moves, trembling in surprise as the cold air hit her folds, already dripping with arousal.

“Please, Carlisle, touch me.” His hand met her behind without a warning, silently scolding her for addressing him with his name, very well knowing that she knew the rules and yet she had decided to go against them.

“That’s not how you should beg for it, is it?” With his cold fingers brushing through her folds, Carlisle forced her senses to focus on him, feeling him, hearing him, desperate to taste him. A quiet “Sorry, daddy” left (y/n), forcing a satisfied hum out of Carlisle the same second he plunged two fingers into her tightness. (Y/n) had to squeeze her eyes close, teeth drawing blood from her lower lip as she bit down on the soft skin, trying to keep their moans bottled in.

The scent of her blood urged Carlisle on, pulling away to free his cock, pumping himself a few times before he pushed into her from behind. His thrusts were ferocious, quick as if the Devil himself was chasing the ancient being, making bruises form on her hips as they met the edge of the table over and over again. And yet (y/n) couldn’t focus on the pain, could only focus on the feeling of his cock buried deep inside of her.

“Feels so good, daddy, you’re so big.” She wanted to see his features, wanted to study the prideful grin he undoubtedly wore on his pale lips. No matter how many centuries he had already spent on this earth, he’d always tremble in pride at her praises, never getting enough of the sweet words she spoke to him.

“My needy girl, how could I go so long without touching you?” No words left her, unable to stop her moan from leaving her as he pulled her even closer with his bruising touch on her hips. (Y/n)’s fingers found her pulsing clit, circling it with quick movements, in sync with his thrusts, set on pushing one another over the edge.

It was sinful what they were doing, very well aware of the people that would hear them as they passed by his office, and yet neither of them cared, only focused on the way her walls clenched around his cock, begging him to push her into the intense sensation she had been aching for. He could tell that she was close, with her breath hitched in her chest, with her walls fluttering and her heart racing, and yet he wouldn’t let her cum just yet, not without begging for it.

“C’mon, baby, you know how to ask for it nicely.” A shaky breath left (y/n), she tried to thumb through her thoughts, tried to pierce words together that would form a proper sentence, a task she clearly struggled with in this very moment.

“Please, daddy, I’ve been so good, please let me cum.” He gave it a few more thrusts before a rough “Cum for me” left him, pushing (y/n) into the open arms of her orgasm. Carlisle kept on fucking her, staring down on her with his smirk not leaving his lips once. And yet he couldn’t stop himself from giving in moments later, head rolled back, lips parted to let go of a deep groan.

She was heavily panting, holding onto the edge of the table as he slowly pulled away, making her hiss. Carlisle helped her redress, careful not to hurt her, hands stroking her trembling limbs.

“I love you, I’ll come home tonight, I promise.” And with one last kiss pressed to her swollen lips, he left her, mind still focused on her as he found his way back into the ER, hoping that the hours would pass by quick enough.

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simpfordemetri · 1 month ago

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Can you do a one shot for Amun and Kebi

So fate gave them a third mate,a human female gen z

She is Bella sister ,her name is Lilia.

However things got bad because of Amun and Kebi personalities,the human couldn’t stand it so she left

Two years later ,she met someone,human,as her,and fell in love,his name is Matt

but he was not Amun and Kebi,he was not her mate by divine fate

He proposed after a while and she said yes,decided to move on

However weeks before the wedding Amun and Kebi along with the Egyptian coven go to the Cullen’s house because Carlisle needed their help

Of course they see each other,talk,she tells them what’s been going on,that she is gonna get married

Also,she stills wear the necklace they gave her

Key sentence: I’m terrified of missing you both in my wedding dress

Terrified of Missing You

The last time Amun and Kebi saw Lilia, she was walking away. No grand declarations, no dramatic goodbyes,nothing.

Just the sharp sound of her heartbeat as she turned her back on them and left the life fate had carved for her. Amun had been furious. Kebi had been silent. And neither of them had followed.

It’s been two years since that,now, she stands in the Cullen house, looking like a ghost of the girl they lost.

Older. Softer around the edges. And with a ring on her finger that does not belong to them.

“I should’ve known you’d be here.” Her voice is steady, but her fingers twitch against the chain around her neck. The one they gave her. She still wears it.Of course she dos.

Amun narrows his eyes. “You’re marrying a human.” His words were sharp,but his pain was there,it was obvious.The feeling of the bond ripping out something inside him,it made him want to loose control,to destroy everything and protect you.

She exhales sharply. “Yes, Amun. I am.” Her eyes locked with theirs,a silent revelation of the feelings she still has for them,how could she not? It was fate’s choice.Inevitable.

Kebi is silent, watching her with those deep, knowing eyes. It’s her presence that unnerves Lilia the most. She could brace against Amun’s possessiveness, his overbearing nature. But Kebi had always been different,unwavering, watching, understanding.

“I waited,” Lilia murmurs. “I waited for you to come after me. To tell me I was wrong. That I was being foolish.” A bitter smile tugs at her lips. “But you never did.”

Amun stiffens. Kebi’s fingers brush against his wrist, a quiet tether.A reminder of reassurance,a quiet yet steady one.

“You left,” he says, voice low. “I do not chase what is already mine.” His voice cracked slightly,almost imperceptible.

A flash of something—hurt, longing—flickers through her expression, but she tamps it down. “I couldn’t live in the shadow of your control, Amun. I couldn’t exist as something fragile for you both to keep hidden away.”

The words sting. More than they should.Because after all,they know she is right,but they do not know how to love her in the way she wants…no,need.

Kebi finally speaks, voice as soft as silk. “Do you love him?” The question was full of hope,hope of her saying no,saying it’s revenge,or stubbornness.

Lilia’s throat tightens. “Yes.” It’s not a lie. But it doesn’t come easily.Cause he loves him,but she will never love him as much as she loves them.

Neither of them respond. The silence stretches, thick and suffocating.

And then she says it—barely more than a whisper, but it cuts through the quiet like a blade.

“I’m terrified of missing you both in my wedding dress.”

Amun inhales sharply. Kebi’s lips part slightly, a rare flicker of emotion breaking her stillness.For a moment,they felt their dead and cold heart beat.

Lilia swallows hard, shaking her head. “I should go.”

She turns, moving toward the door—

But this time, Kebi moves.

It’s barely anything, the lightest touch of her fingers against Lilia’s wrist, but it halts her completely. It’s the first time Kebi has ever reached for her.

Lilia’s breath catches as if trying to decide if she imagined it,but then, Kebi stares at her, her expression unreadable, but her grip—cool, unyielding—is something else entirely.

And then Amun steps forward, so close she can feel the familiar presence of him, ancient and overwhelming. “You are still ours,” he murmurs, voice softer now, edged with something dangerously close to pleading. “You will always be ours.”

Lilia exhales shakily, her fingers trembling against Kebi’s.

She has a choice.

A man who loves her, but was not made for her. Or the ones fate had written into her very being, the ones she had tried so hard to forget.

So…Part 2?

#twilight #the twilight saga #twilight saga #amun egyptian coven twilight #kebi egyptian coven #the egyptian coven twilight #egyptian coven twilight #amun twilight #amun egyptian coven #kebi twilight

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letterstoalonewolf · 2 months ago

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Oneshot Playlist ♫

A/n: I saw this trend going around and absolutely fell in love with it, so I figured I'd give it a go myself <3 These will be released as I complete them, I hope you like it :)

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The Dichotomy

by David Kushner

No High: Loving Emmett was a dangerous addiction—one she couldn't quit, even if she wanted to.

Poison: Watching Jake chase a love that would never be his felt like drowning in slow motion, not knowing that someday, he’d realize she was the one meant for him all along.

Skin and Bones: She was an addiction Jasper could never escape, a temptation wrapped in skin and bones, calling to the monster within.

Hero: Jacob thought love was supposed to be the thing that saved them, but some fires only consume.

You and Me: When love feels more like drowning than breathing, can Carlisle and Y/n hold on, or will they let the tide take them under?

Love is Going to Kill Us : Carlisle knew that was never meant to be easy, not for them. Between the weight of eternity and the sins of the past, they must decide if the love that binds them is worth the slow, aching destruction it promises.

Dead Man: Jasper has spent lifetimes haunted by the weight of his past, but it’s not just his scars that linger—it’s the ghost of her and the war she left inside him. When Y/N looks at him, she doesn’t see the dead man he’s always been; she sees the man he could be.

Flesh x Blood: Jacob thought he had everything figured out—his purpose, his path, his heart. But when fate demands more than just flesh and blood, he must decide if love is enough to break the man he once was and rebuild him into something stronger.

Sweet Oblivion : Love should be a sanctuary, but with Jacob, it feels like standing at the edge of a storm—beautiful, destructive, and impossible to resist. She was never meant to be his salvation, yet in her arms, he finds a recklessness that feels like coming home.

Buried At Sea: There was no world where Emmett Cullen would let her go—not even in death. But when fate twists its cruel fingers around them, dragging them into the dark, they must decide whether love is enough to keep them from sinking.

Humankind: Faith had always been fragile in her hands—shattered by loss, hardened by solitude, and tainted by the cruelty of the world. But when Carlisle looks at her, his touch gentle despite the storm in his eyes, she wonders if, for the first time, she’s found something to believe in.

Universe: Some loves are written in the stars, bound by an unbreakable pull. But when fate threatens to tear Emmett and Y/n apart, will their love survive the darkness, or will they find each other in another universe?

Heaven Sees: Carlisle had spent centuries mastering control, wielding restraint like a blade to keep himself from ruin. But when Y/N enters his world, tangled in fate and shadowed by something neither of them understands, his control isn’t just tested—it’s obliterated.

Darkerside: Jasper had spent a lifetime walking the tightrope between darkness and restraint, but something about her made the war inside him quiet. He shouldn't want her—shouldn't crave the warmth she so easily offered—but when she looked at him like that, like she saw the man beneath the monster, he didn't know if he had the strength to stay away.

California Nights: Y/N finds herself drawn to Jacob in a way that feels both inevitable and unbearable. As emotions crackle like static in the air, they must confront the shadows of their connection—and the secrets threatening to break them apart—before it’s too late.

Saving Your Soul: When darkness looms over Y/N’s fragile humanity, Emmett finds himself torn between protecting her from the horrors of his world and embracing the bond they’ve tried to deny. With the Devil’s shadow creeping closer, their connection might be the only light strong enough to save them both—but only if they’re brave enough to confront it.

Daylight: Jasper Hale was a man at war—with himself, with his past, and now, with her. Y/N was the one thing he could never have, never touch, but the bond between them was suffocating, inescapable—two souls entwined in sin and salvation, running from the daylight yet desperate for its warmth.

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#angst #the cullens #the twilight saga #fluff #twilight #twilight saga #twilight x reader #jasper hale x reader #oneshot #x reader #masterlist #imagines #playlist #music recs #my music

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drvcxrys · 1 month ago

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hello! i'm a bit late but better late than never so here is my starting call for the event. i'm capping my characters at 3 so if you want a starter just comment over here and i would be happy to write something for you!

abigail hobbs (0/3) - going solo

she decided to just go to dance to try and distract herself mostly, be social perhaps in a way so here she is with this.

adora (1/3) - going solo catra (thetorturedmusesdept)

adora decided to just go to this ball to have some fun with her friends and just that, nothing much. she loves to be social and hanging around and just making new friends in general.

alice cullen (4/3) blind date with vaggie vaggie (strawbrryrush), edward (grcycosmcs), carlisle cullen (bcrncoldx) emmett (thetorturedmusesdept)

having a good time is what she wanted to have, meet new friends and basically that's why she signed up in this blind date so this could be interesting for her in a way, of course.

alicent hightower (0/3) - blind date with fiyero tiggular

this is very new to her, the whole blind date thing but after working very hard, she deserves some break so that's why she signed up in this blind date, she's not looking for anything, just to have a good time basically.

annabeth chase (0/3) blind date with carlos garcia

annabeth is not someone that enjoys much of dances or something fancy like this but she is just trying something new here and there.

annie cresta (1/3) going with finnick odair verosika mayday (hiddendarkrosesx)

annie is just happy to be here with finnick. annie is not someone that enjoys much a party because it can be a lot for her but if she's with finnick she doesn't care much, she just wants to spend a normal night with him and enjoying the night, trying to be social as well.

beverly marsh (1/3) going with peter hale richie tozier (hiddendarkrosesx)

she's here to just have a very good time with her boyfriend and make some friends along the way too, she loves some dances as well because it is just a very nice thing for her to dress up and having a good time here.

bianca di angelo (0/3) blind date with kat mitchell

this is new for her, but she does like to have some fun here and also make some friend in this place. she's trying to be more social here and just being able to mingle with people.

bree tanner (1/3) - going solo shelly (vcndetta)

this is going to be a challenge for her to be around humans but she's going to try and do her best to be social and stop being that introvert and just start living here.

buffy summers (1/3) going with angel drusilla (bcrncoldx)

having a good time with her boyfriend is something she does enjoy and love having. right now what she wants is to have a normal night, of course she's prepare for everything but she hopes that nothing is going to happen for now.

caroline forbes (0/3) - blind date with jake fitzgerald

doing a blind date is not something caroline usually would do but since she's here, she's trying to do something very new so doing this is a big step, why not, trying to meet new people and trying new things as well.

claudia (0/3) going with sara

after everything that's been going on with her with her memories from her past, she is happy to spend this night with someone that she actually likes so here she is, just to try and have some a good time here.

daenerys targaryen (1/3) - going solo dain aetos (wvsteria)

right now going solo at this party is a good idea in her mind because she's not the most social person but she's trying slowly getting out of her comfort zone just by being here.

daphne bridgerton (3/3) - going solo benedict bridgerton (rainbowmuses) anthony bridgerton (wvsteria) violet (rcvcrics)

she left auggie with the babysitter and since she loves getting dress up and going to balls, this is her scenario but this time she is not with a date because she's a married woman, simon is not here but she can't see herself going with someone else. however, she would love to just spend some time and meet some people as well.

faye chamberlain (1/3) - blind date with bmo luther (misteriios)

blind date? her? she never thought that she was ever going to sign up at this but she did out of curiosity and in this dance she decided to just have a good time, dance and perhaps if there is some chaos be involved as well, she also enjoys a bit of that after all.

ginny miller (1/3) - going with marcus baker georgia miller (vcndetta)

since finally she remembers, she accepted going with marcus because he was familiar and maybe this was a chance to start something new perhaps so this was of course a good thing, just trying to have some fun here.

hanna marin (2/3) - blinde date with zoe rivas spencer hastings (wvsteria) miles hollingsworth (hiddendarkrosesx)

dances, nice dresses...totally her scenario, she loves that. and now here she's just going to have some fun and relax a bit.

heidi volturi (2/3) - going solo didyme (rcvcrics) alec (misteriios)

heidi doesn't like attachments and going with a date in general is not something she enjoys so here she does like to flirt with people and just have some fun, that would be all, that's why she's here basically.

hope mikaelson (1/3) - going with landon kirby hayley marshall (wvsteria)

landon finally remembers and she feels a bit better now that at least he does remember and they can go together here so even if she's not a fan of dances, she decided to go to spend some time with him and just having a good date, hoping that nothing can happen of course.

isabelle lightwood (0/3) - going solo

this is really something she enjoys and she decided to go solo mostly because she is just here to have some fun and meeting people in general but not really to date so blind date is not something she enjoys to do.

jean grey (2/3) - going solo charles xavier (mischiefxmuses) peter (rcvcrics)

jean is very introvert, is not easy for her to do friends but she's doing her best so perhaps this dance might help her out with that.

jessica riley(1/3) - going with mike munroe ashley brown (vcndetta)

jessica loves getting herself pretty and going to a dance and just enjoy herself so basically this is what she wanted to do here.

jill roberts (1/3) - blind date with sibella dracula sibela dracula (thetorturedmusesdept)

her facade is always the same just to pretend to be really nice, sweet because she always does that, unless the other person is like her or she senses that is like her but if she's not, she does like to pretend and that's what she's going to do here basically.

kagome higurashi (0/3) - going with inuyasha

she's very excited because is like a date for them and finally they can do something together like this so she's going to try to enjoy this night with him and hopefully nothing bad is going to happen either.

kang bit na/justitia (0/3) - going solo

she's new here, justitia arrived to this place and she ended up like accepting to go this ball so to her is just interesting how all of this is happening so she's basically going to see more of this place.

kang no eul (0/3) - going solo

no, no eul is not someone that likes parties or anything like that, not since she remembers but she decided to go just mostly because she heard rumors that bad things usually happen in this place.

katara (0/3) - going with zuko

katara is very excited actually to go finally with zuko to some event as a formal in some event and now this is their chance to do something different, she likes that.

kim jun hee (0/3) - going solo

mostly out of curiosity she's here because she just wanted to see what was the deal with this dance, that was all and she had nothing better to do.

kitty song-covey (0/3) - blind date with spencer hastings

she's super excited that she signed up to this blind date and mostly because she just wanted to meet new people and make new friends so she's hoping that everything is going to be alright and this party is going to be perfect for her to be social.

lissa dragomir (1/3) - blind date with gu zi rose hathaway (vcndetta)

she signed up to this blind date for curiosity, she thought it could be interesting to meet new people there, now in this dance she can be social and that's something she just enjoys.

loona (1/3) - blind date with achilles kurt hummel (rainbowmuses)

this is what humans does, their type of parties, she feels intrigued about this so that's why she's here mostly to see what this is about.

lucy gray baird (1/3) blinde date with glinda upland tigris snow (grcycosmcs)

she was never expecting to actually sign up to this blind date but she did because she wanted to try and move on and forget about some things from home and just enjoy herself, make new friends, that's all that she wants at the moment.

mal faery (0/3) going solo

she is not a fan of dresses or dances or anything like that but she's going just because if something bad happens, she prefers to be in the dance and not in her home where she is blind about the whole situation.

mary stuart (2/3) - going solo horatio hornblower (bcrncoldx) kenna de poitiers (vcndetta)

she's not ready to go on a date with anyone, that's why she's here alone but she decided to go because she kind of misses dressing up and just going to a dance so she wanted to go and see how it was going to be.

myrcella baratheon (0/3) - going with baela targaryen

she is very excited to be here with baela and enjoying the night here with her, this is her first real date so this is magical to her. she loves balls, dances, all of it, it reminds her of home, of course and she really enjoys that.

nancy wheeler (1/3) - going with steve harrington. henry creel (mischiefxmuses)

she has been in a ball like this in washington so she knows it is risky to go but she's going to do her best to just go and have some fun but of course always be prepare with everything.

niffty (0/3) - blind date with monkey d. luffy

she's just chaotic but plain and simple chaotic. she just decided to sign for blind date to see if she was going to be paired up with a bad boy just how she likes them and this dance is perfect to create some chaos as well, she's just going to enjoy that.

rapunzel corona (0/3) - going solo

rapunzel decided to go to this dance just to try and have some fun, being social and all of that, she needed that so why not.

samantha carpenter (1/3) - going solo mindy meeks-martin (wvsteria)

sam is here mostly to keep an eye on her sister just to make sure that she's okay, it seems that she didn't remember at all but still, she always is going to take care of her, even if she doesn't remember.

tohru honda (1/3) - going solo oz osbourne (rainbowmuses)

she loves to just meet new friends, have a good time and she was curious about this so tohru decided to just going to this dance to see how it was going to be.

usagi tsukino (0/3) - going solo

she doesn't have her friends or boyfriend here, she does miss them but being the social butterfly that she is, she decided to go here to the dance and just trying to meet new friends and have the best time.

wednesday addams (1/3) - going solo luke patterson (misteriios)

last time she went to a party was with tyler and this time she just went just because she kept hearing that strange and dangerous thing might happen in events like this so in morbid curiosity, she decided to go.

win wanichakarnjonku (0/3) - team siriyothin

date night with his boyfriend it was perfect for him so of course he decided to be here with team, it was just perfect to spend some time together, drink something and snack something as well.

yelena belova (3/3) - going solo loki (mischiefxmuses) natasha romanoff (wvsteria) aelin (rcvcrics)

she decided to go alone and she was very curious to this party so she decided to go. last time she went to a party, she was there working so now is more like a pleasant type of situation.

#hw; starter call #hwevent19 #hw; event

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agerefandom · 1 year ago

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Twilight Agere Headcanons (#2: Edward Cullen)

Edward was not a regressor in his life, but his transformation was so difficult that he woke up deeply regressed

Carlisle was there and took care of him for the first days, as Edward came back to himself

the two of them had an intensely complicated relationship: Edward resented him, as an adult, for damning him to this existence, but as a child in the night, he wanted nothing more than Carlisle’s company and comfort

and of course, everyone’s thoughts were so loud in those days: Edward and Carlisle had to go and live in the middle of nowhere for a while for Edward to adjust

once Edward was steadier on his feet, he started to draw back from regression: treating Carlisle as a friend instead of a father, despite Carlisle’s clear interest in the latter dynamic

especially once Esme came into the picture, Edward absconded for his vigilante days, only coming back later, once he felt that he’d made his point about being a fully independent vampire

then the siblings came: seeing Rosalie and Emmett’s regression, Edward found himself wanting that dynamic in a way he never had before: he’d only ever needed it, not wanted it

so he awkwardly re-introduced himself, now with both Carlisle and Esme as caregivers, and as an older brother to his other siblings

it takes him a long time to admit to himself that he is still a regressor at a range of ages, including much younger, and to let his adoptive parents take care of him in that state

Edward is a quiet regressor: taking the chance to sit and observe, rather than run and play

that said, Emmett can pull him into chase games and other silly wrestling matches

Esme likes to have him close, she's particularly protective of him

Carlisle sometimes pays too much attention to Edward and makes the others jealous, it’s an ongoing balancing game in the family

Edward likes listening to music while regressing: first Carlisle playing piano, then records, then tapes and CDs: he especially likes big headphones that help to drown out the thoughts and voices around him

he also regresses alone, heading out into the forest to find a spot where there are no thoughts that he can hear, where he can just roam and pick flowers and climb trees

he often brings a book and reads out loud to himself and it makes him feel a bit lonely

Edward picks out a stuffed animal when he decides that he wants to be a younger regressor: it’s a very careful decision and he loves his stuffie very much: most of the others share toys, but he prefers to have one or two of his own

absolutely abhors finger paints and doesn’t like getting messy in general: a bit judgmental of the others for doing so

#twilight agere #fandom agere #agere writing #agere fic #agere headcanons #my headcanons #my writing #my moodboards #twilight

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bloomingkitten2306 · 2 months ago

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𝕷𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝕱𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗, 𝕷𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝕯𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖗 | ƈɦք 2

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤: ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕦𝕖, 𝟙, 𝟚, 𝟛, 𝟜, 𝟜.𝟝...

Days passed after Anne arrived in this fictional world of Twilight, a world based on books she had only ever known through the movies she watched ages ago. She struggled to recall the exact details of the plot, piecing together fragments from memory.

She remembered how Bella arrived in Forks, how her father, Charlie, picked her up from the airport, and how he got her a beat-up old truck from a guy in a wheelchair who was part of the wolf pack—or something like that. She recalled Bella's awkward first day at Forks High School, her introduction to a friend group, and, of course, her first encounter with the Cullens. Anne couldn't forget Edward's disgusted expression when Bella entered the biology classroom—that moment was forever burned into her mind because she had laughed way too hard at his over-the-top reaction.

Then there were the key moments: the near-accident in the school parking lot, the incident with the group of older men that almost ended horribly for Bella, the infamous baseball scene, and the three nomadic vampires who set their sights on her. She vaguely remembered how one of them—James—chased Bella to an old ballet studio, where the final showdown took place.

That was about as much as she could recall from the first movie. As for the next four films? A blurry mess. Only scattered details came to her, and none of them were helpful.

Anne rummaged through Bella's belongings, packing up her things for the move to Forks. The variety of clothes was disappointingly limited, especially for the cold and rainy climate she was about to endure. Thankfully, there was at least one pair of jeans, but most of the wardrobe consisted of shorts—not exactly Anne's style. Bella's wardrobe was filled with dark, muted colors, which at least suited the time period of 2005. Anne made a mental note to go shopping as soon as possible.

But there was one problem: transportation.

Anne barely knew how to drive. Back in her real life, her best friend Kylie always handled the car keys. She never had enough money for her own car, nor did she have time to study for the driver's test. So, she decided to ask Charlie if he could drop her off at school on the first day. It would also give her a chance to observe their father-daughter dynamic—how Bella talked to him, what their usual conversations were like.

The day finally came for Anne to leave Arizona. As she prepared to go, Renée approached her, concern written all over her face.

"Bella, you don't have to do this."

Anne could tell Renée was still worried, especially with how she had been acting over the past few days. Bella was supposed to be reserved and indifferent, yet Anne had been asking more questions than Bella normally would. One such question was about Bella's medical records—Anne needed them in case the school nurse asked about vaccinations, allergies, or any other health-related issues. Renée didn't question it too much, likely chalking it up to Bella's usual over-cautious nature.

Anne turned to look at her, noticing something was missing. The cactus.

Unlike in the movie, Renée wasn't giving Bella a potted cactus as a parting gift. That meant they were following the book's version of events—not the movie.

Not good.

"It's fine," Anne reassured her, forcing a small smile. "Like you said, Dad will be there. He'll help me if I need him, and I'll call you if I change my mind."

"Okay. Tell Charlie I said hi."

"I will."

"I'll see you soon. You can come home whenever you want—I'll come back as soon as you need me."

"Don't worry about me, I'll be fine."

Renée pulled Anne into a hug, and Anne stiffened at the contact. She didn't see Renée as her mother, so she tried to avoid using the word mom too much. Charlie, on the other hand, was different. Anne never had a father figure growing up, so calling him Dad felt... easier.

After the awkward hug, Anne boarded the plane.

The flight was smooth, which she appreciated—she had always loved flying. It took about four hours to get from Phoenix to Seattle, followed by a short connecting flight to Port Angeles, and then an hour-long drive to Forks. As she traveled, she listened to music on her wired earphones.

Oh, how she missed Bluetooth.

Not having to deal with tangled cords would have been nice. And the music? It was strange hearing early 2000s hits again. There were some familiar names—Christina Aguilera, Destiny's Child, *NSYNC—but she couldn't help but miss the modern pop music of 2025.

By the time she arrived in Forks, Charlie was waiting for her in his cruiser.

Anne grabbed her carry-on bag and made her way toward him. Charlie took the luggage and placed it in the trunk before giving her an awkward side hug.

"It's good to see you, Bells."

"Thanks, it's nice to see you too, Dad. Mom says hi, by the way."

"That's good. How's Renée?"

"She's good. Hasn't changed much."

The conversation felt stiff, but Anne kept it going, asking Charlie about his life, his work, anything to fill the silence.

He seemed taken aback.

Bella wasn't usually this talkative. She wasn't expressive, and she certainly wasn't this engaged in conversation. But Anne had spent years working in a nursing home, perfecting her ability to fake smiles and switch her demeanor in an instant. She could hide her emotions with ease, and lying? That was practically second nature. This would work in her favor.

"I found a car for you��got it for really cheap."

"Really? Thanks, Dad! You're the best." Anne grinned, playing the role of an appreciative daughter. "Actually, I wanted to ask if you could drop me off at school on the first day? I don't know the area, and I really don't want to get lost."

"Of course, Bells. But we'll have to leave early—I start work in the morning, so you'll have to wake up earlier than usual."

"That's fine. Thank you, Dad."

Anne didn't mind waking up early. Back in her real life, she was up at 4 AM anyway, making breakfast for Kylie and going for her usual morning run. She just needed to get comfortable driving, and that could come later. Hopefully, the high school wasn't too far from home.

As they drove, Anne started to warm up to Charlie. She noticed how emotionally distant he was—just like Bella. It wasn't surprising, really. Charlie wasn't the type to hover, which worked in Anne's favor. She wouldn't have to hide much from him.

What did bother her was how Bella treated him in the movies.

Charlie loved Bella. He grieved when she "died." Meanwhile, Bella abandoned everyone for a vampire, barely sparing a thought for the people who cared about her.

Anne couldn't relate. If she had the chance to go back to the people she loved, she'd take it in a heartbeat.

When they arrived at Charlie's house, Anne spotted the truck parked outside. It was old, but sturdy. Spacious, too. As long as it ran, that was all that mattered.

"Wow, Dad, you really didn't have to do this. How much was it? I'll pay you back."

"It's okay, Bells. You don't have to. I got it cheap—remember Billy Black down at La Push?"

"Not that I can remember."

"He used to go fishing with us during the summers. He's in a wheelchair now, so he can't drive anymore. He sold me his truck for a good price."

"Thank you so much, Dad. You're the best—I love it."

Anne followed Charlie inside. The house was small but cozy, decorated with framed pictures of Bella at different ages. Upstairs, her room was simple, painted light blue with lace curtains. It was bigger than the tiny apartment she shared with Kylie. Comfortable. That was all she cared about.

As she unpacked, she mentally prepared for tomorrow—the day she dreaded.

The day she would meet the vampires who would ruin her life.

#edward cullen x reader #edward cullen #the cullens #bella swan #vampire #twilight #x reader #x oc #edward x bella #edward x oc #edward cullen x y/n #edward cullen x you

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bluebellhairpin · 2 years ago

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Thorin Oakenshield X Fem!Reader

Summary; Retrieving missing ponies, exploring Troll caves, being hunted by Orcs - Oh My!

Warnings; Pregnancy used as a bluff. Character death mentions. Canon-typical violence. Reader is female-body-coded, uses she/her pronouns, and is Human.

Listening to; 'Solider, Poet, King' Instrumental Cover by Cullen Vance

Part 1 || Part 3

Series Masterlist || Masterlist || Ko-Fi

This is a re-write of a old series! If you'd like to read the original, you can find it Here.

“I should've seen this one coming,”

Your mumbling came out breathy, almost like it wasn’t spoken at all. Beside you were the Durin brothers, Fili and Kili. On your watch, ponies had been stolen - by Trolls was your guess, of all the beasts this land had to throw at you, it had to be them - and now you had to deal with forming a plan to get them back.

Between the three of you, nothing was happening very quickly.

A curse broke behind you, and you turned to see Bilbo approaching - juggling three bowls of stew between two arms, and almost making a mess of it. You looked at him, and an idea sprung.

“Bilbo could get the ponies.” You leaned over to Kili, whispering so the Hobbit couldn't hear. “He’s small and quiet - those giant’s would barely have time to think!”

"Strapping idea -”

“Master Boggins!” Fili said, surging forward and clapping the poor Hobbit on the shoulder to pull him forward. “We’ve found ourselves in a bit of a mix.”

“See we’re meant to have fourteen ponies -”

“But there’s only twelve -”

“We know where they are -”

“But we need your help.” They both said. How they managed to sync up so well was astounding - they weren’t even twins - but you knew sometimes siblings are just like that when they’re close enough.

Eventually Fili and Kili wandered off, chasing the direction where the ponies would be, you followed, with Bilbo behind. Bilbo was urged forwards, Fili disappeared, and soon you were the only one left watching the Hobbit try - and fail - to free the ponies. It wasn’t that he was getting caught - but you felt you were going to burst at the amount of times he ‘almost’ was.

Then he was.

You quietly yelped with him - almost jumping from your hiding spot. You stayed still, biting your lip in indecision at what to do when Kili and his brother appeared at your sides. The others came up behind you soon after, and when they decided Bilbo had been tortured with trying to stall in conversation enough, they all surged forwards, crying ready for a fight.

You were less enthusiastic. Much less. You’d barely had a hand on your sword to draw it when it was all over. A short-lived battle indeed.

The Trolls, three of them, were corralling you all into bags - big hessian, dirty things - you did not want to be put in one of those things. Despite your thrashing protests - and your contemplation of resorting to biting (which fell through, those were horribly gross looking fingers) - you were thrust into a bag alongside Thorin.

The damn thing didn’t even cover your shoulders - if the drawstring wasn’t so tight, you might’ve been able to wiggle out. You’d give the trolls credit, they knew how to tie a good knot.

“Human’s good for stews, not roastin’ like Dwarf.” One said, drawing your attention and making your eyes go wide. “Chop her up and put her in, that’ll fix the mess yous made of it.”

“Roast Dwarf, Human stew - we gonna eats good tonight!”

“Hey no! You can’t eat me!” You squealed, kicking your feet in the bag - Thorin made a grunt beside you after you kicked his shin in your panic, but said nothing of it aside from hissing out a quiet ‘watch it’. Especially after a troll picked you up and paid zero mind to your screaming. “Listen, you can’t eat me! You can’t!”

“Why not? You’ve got nothin’ special about you.” He looked at you with a sideways head-tilt.

“I do! I’m not like the others, you couldn’t eat me yet.” One of the smarter Trolls looked over, noticing the extra fight you were putting up.

“Why wouldn’t we eats yous yet? We says a Human’s more tasty than a Dwarf anyways.” He said.

“Aha see, that’s the thing. I’m…” you swallowed, thinking of some excuse you could do that the others couldn’t. Then it hit you. “I’m with child!” you blurted. But it phased the Troll none.

“Meanings you’re extra, extra tasty. More meats on you.” He took you from his friend, grabbing his knife and bringing it far too close to you for your liking.

“No, wait, wait! Just think! Once I get bigger and give birth you’d have an extra Human to eat. I’ve heard babies are even more delicious than full grown Humans - you’d have it and me to eat then!” you spoke quickly, wasting no time in trying to lie your way out of being eaten. “In fact, you should probably let me go.”

“We ain’t stupid.” The Troll said. “We got no reason to not tie yous up lie the rest,”

“No see, listen, tying me up would restrict the growth of the child.” you bluffed, knowing all you needed to buy more time. “If I’m not tied up then the child will be bigger than normal.” you added, nodding as if to convince them.

The Trolls seemed to buy your excuse and put you down in the pen with the ponies, but made no effort to free you. But you did.

You wiggled you arms - thrashing like a madman as if it’d make any difference. And it did. Soon you had one arm free, but the rest would have to wait. You didn’t have enough time to free the rest, you needed to help the others - time was of the essence.

You looked over at the pile of Dwarves and Bilbo, catching Thorin’s eye as you slowly moved towards the back of the pen in hopes you could just slip away to get help. Gandalf was out there somewhere, and maybe if you could get away - pray he was close by and find him - then he could help much more than you. The Trolls were too busy trying to stop one of the Dwarfs from squirming to notice you clumsily slide out of the pen and back further into the forest. hobbling and finally shedding the bag as you went.

Thorin watched you. His mind told him you were slipping away to save your own skin. But his heart told him to stay silent and wait. Even though he thought you disliked him with a fiery passion, you held both his nephews in very high regard, and became almost like a daughter to Balin. Not to mention how you effortlessly had the likes of both Dwalin and Ori wrapped around your little finger.

He believed you wouldn’t leave those you liked to die simply because you thought one person you disliked deserved it.

You found Gandalf within ten minutes, and you managed to not get caught again as you watched on as he saved the others.

What a wizard.

The Trolls were turned stone in the first light of day, and you set to quick work of helping the others out of their restraints. You’d already unbagged Fili, and Dwalin when you reached Thorin. He looked at you intently as you worked on the bag.

“How’d you come up with that idea? To fake yourself being with child?” he started, “If Gandalf didn’t save us and we were stuck, you’d only prolong your own suffering.” Once he finished talking you were also finished with his bag, letting him get himself out fully as you leant back on a stone. “You’d have watched us all die.”

“I guess I was with child once, in a way. That sort of thing doesn’t leave you very quickly.” You mumbled. You played with your hands as he looked over at you with a slightly shocked face. “Technically it wasn't mine, but by the time our time together ended it really seemed like he was.”

“What happened?” His question made him seem genuinely interested. You couldn’t help the feeling in your stomach that made you want to share everything with him. A deep breath left your nose.

“Long story short, I passed through the Misty Mountains, a group before me wasn’t so fortunate. A young boy was the only survivor, and I couldn't just leave him there to die, so I decided to take him with me until I reached the next village or town.” You said, watching as the others untied and dressed each other. “I tried my best, but trolls have to make sure they ruin everyone’s best day.”

Thorin remembered Gandalf had said you'd come across Orcs and Trolls before. This was your encounter with trolls, but what about Orcs? He decided to ask, leaning beside you as you both looked over the others.

“If you don't mind me asking - and I don't want to come across as prying - what exactly happened?” He asked gently, keeping his eyes forwards and off you. You glanced over at him, noting that there was still not a single punch of aggression in his words or demeanor.

“It was a little ways back towards the mountains from here.” you started softly, “I had the child strapped to me, had to tuck my pack under my arm - I knew it meant I couldn't get to my sword quickly if an attack came. I knew it was risky, but the boy couldn't walk, he was too small, I had no other choice. Out of nowhere, a Troll came. It got the child and I.” You let out a shaken sigh, eyes watering slightly, and your hands wringing each other in your lap. “I barely got away from them, but Orcs came after, and in the confusion I couldn’t get away in time for the both of us. If I’d moved faster it would’ve been fine.”

Thorin felt a sudden guilt wash over him for how much of a arse he’d been to you. He took in a silent breath of courage, then - as if possessed by someone who hadn’t been ignoring you for the past three days - took one of your hands in his, letting his thumb brush over your knuckles. He felt himself relax when you didn't object to his actions.

You looked down at him, and he looked up at you.

“I'm sorry.” He felt himself saying, although what happened to the child was no fault of his own.

In fact, it was either orcs or frostbite, not the King of Durinsfolk. Orcs certainly would have been a much quicker death, frostbite would've been much slower. Orcs may be cruel, but they prefer the quick death of children since they weep more than they scream. Oh, how Orcs loved to hear people scream.

“I guess it wasn’t one of those things meant to be changed.” you said, shaking your head lightly. “He must’ve meant to die. I only changed how and when. But at least he’s with his family now.”

Thorin and you shared a look, one that passed understanding between you both for a few long moments. He needed you - something really was going to happen on this journey back to his homeland. You needed him - so you could get home too.

An unspoken agreement was formed - one that would turn out to be much more effective than your old one. You’d help each other. No more pushing each other's buttons. No more getting on one another's nerves.

You’d finally get along.

Close by to where you were almost made into a Troll's dinner, was a Troll hole.

The fellows in your Company were almost happy to venture in despite the smell - but you could see a few of them didn’t mind needing to say outside to keep watch though. You wanted to join them, real bad, but something deep inside you told you to go in.

Like you needed to.

It was so dark, and the smell only made your eyes water - blurring your vision even more. You pushed past it all, including the Dwarves around you making long-term investments. Something drew you towards one of the furthest corners.

You looked, seeing nothing. Kicking the dirt though proved fruitful when the sound of metal scraping along stone reached your ears. Down at your feet, among the dirt and leaf litter was the hilt of a sword.

Reaching down, you took it and brought it level to your eyes.

It’s hilt was leather bound, with a blade cover that was the length of your arm. Both were worn, old. But you took the cover off to reveal shining steel. The metal was uncarved, untouched by anything other than a forges hammer.

“You should take it.” Gandalf said. You turned to see him watching you from under the brim of his hat. “Such an unnamed sword has no history. An unwritten past. It can serve you well in the future.”

You looked down at the weapon, cradling it in both hands like a single wrong move could slice your fingers off. Gandalf was probably right - usually he was, as unfortunate as that could be sometimes. Your current sword was good, it served its purpose well and you intended for it to continue to do so, but it wasn’t made for you. It wasn’t made like this. Finely forged, and strong. This one was a better fit for you than your old one - it was too short, too heavy - this was longer, lighter.

So you took it.

Stepping out of the cave was a breath of fresh air - literally.

The smell of wet moss and dirt was so welcomed after being in that hole, even the brightness of the sun shining through the trees above was a welcomed pain to your eyes. The moment you took to appreciate the piece of world around you didn’t last long.

Panic rose in the dwarves, and you took forward to Dwalin to ask what was wrong.

“Thorin, he saw someone coming.”

“Orcs?” You asked. Maybe the new sword wasn’t a good idea - you were unable to figure out which sword to reach for now.

“Not sure what or who,” Dwalin said, “But whatever it is is coming fast, be prepared for a fight, lass.”

To be completely honest with yourself, you’d thought you’d prepared very well. Strapping your new sword across your shoulder quickly, with your old one drawn - you felt a rush run through you as if you could take on an army. But when a sled came into view - being pulled by a group of rather large hare’s, the Company met the man at the helm with confused silence.

Until Gandalf shouted out a name and moved past the group to start a hushed conversation.

“Whose that?” You asked, arms going slack at the signs of no immediate threat.

“I’d guess some other wizard by the looks of his funny hat.”

“You're one to speak Bofur.”

“He’s a strange one,” you mused, watching as Gandalf pulled a stick - a bug? A stick bug? - from the mouth of his friend. “Is it normal to see two wizards together in one place?”

“You think seeing one wizard is normal?” Kili asked in return, looking up at you with a smirk. You shoved his shoulder - their rough love was rubbing off on you.

“You are a cheeky one.” You said with a smile.

Everyone dispersed slowly, still weary of the new company and the news he might be bringing, but ready to relax with no immediate danger. Then something changed. The wind, maybe, and in the distance was a howl.

Your ears perked up, and so did everyone's guards. Shouts of warnings - Wargs and Orcs approaching - rose, and a ripple of panic went through the Company. With nowhere to hide, and your ponies spooked off into thin air (Gandalf's horse and Phar Lap included), it seemed like you were trapped. A fight was coming, and the future didn’t look so bright.

“What’s happening?” You heard. Bilbo was behind you, timidly clutching a sword - new, his, Gandalf given too no doubt - and looking none like the burglar who tried to free the ponies from trolls just hours earlier.

“Orcs, by the sounds.” He’d never seen dangers like Orcs before, you realized as you watched his eyes blow wide open. “Don’t worry, stay close to me. I’ll keep an eye on you.” He nodded, reassured by your words.

But you weren’t feeling so confident. You hadn’t really fought an Orc before - avoided blows, and ran yes, but not fight. You didn’t know if you even had the strength in you to do it. Though no time like the present to find out.

You liked this plan. It was working.

But you were running out of breath, and each time you had to be pulled - or pull others - back to hide behind a boulder out of sight of the wizard Radagast and the Orcs following him was getting to be exhausting. It was like you were going round in circles, only a matter of time before someone saw and knew the wizard was just a distraction.

The Company was running out of time.

Such a hiding place was where you found yourself. You had your sword drawn, concluding that it wasn’t a matter of ‘if’ but ‘when’ you’d need to use it. Bilbo had listened, stickling close to you - if he wasn’t, then he was close to someone else instead, never straying far from the group.

A breath of wind brought close the sound of a Warg approaching, and you pushed closer to the rock behind you. Thorin was beside you, your head level with his. You watched as his nose flared - from the running, maybe, but he could’ve been scared like you too.

“What do we do?” You whispered, but the noise made him turn to you with a deadly look.

‘Be quiet.’ his eyes said. You swallowed thickly, and turned back to face the lands in front of you. At least if that thing bit your head off, your last sight would be a pretty golden field. Then Thorin’s shoulders slumped beside you, pressing into yours. ‘It’ll be okay.’ the action told you. ‘Stay calm.’

So you took a deep breath in, as quiet and slow as you could manage, and decided to trust him. Right now what was needed was cooperation, not panic. Following what Thorin said hadn’t served anyone wrong so far - it couldn’t fail you now.

And for a while, it didn’t. But that ‘while’ didn’t last long.

The Company was trapped.

You all crowded together, forming a circle, readying to fight Orcs and their Wargs until breath left you no more - even you, your hands weren’t as shaky as you thought they might’ve been.

Kili was shooting riders left, right, and center. Dwalin was charging towards them like he had zero value for his own life - really, you reckoned it was just him trying to get this ordeal over and done with, and honestly good for him. Bilbo was looking quite lost. You were trying to keep track of everyone while not getting in the way. And Gandalf - was nowhere to be found.

“Where is that wizard?” Fili asked. His voice travelled well.

“Left us to die by the looks.” Thorin yelled back.

“Over here you fools!” Gandalf said, suddenly popping his head up above some small rocks behind you.

“Thorin!” You yelled, pushing Bilbo towards the hiding hole as you saw you’d gained the dwarf’s attention. “Get everyone over here now!”

You ran over to Gandalf, standing on the other side of the hole and counting as each dwarf (and lone hobbit) slid inside.

Nine, ten, Bifur made twelve - but there were meant to be fourteen. Thorin was practically right in front of you, two agonizing strides and he’d be in and safe - but Kili? Kili was far, far too far away for your liking.

Thank the gods he always listened to his Uncle.

“Kili!” Thorin yelled. You watched as his nephew turned, then turned again, then - finally - started running your way.

Gandalf was in, then Kili. All that were left were you and Thorin. He turned to you, and you’d bet your life he was going to get you to go in first, but you wouldn’t have that. You wouldn’t let him.

“Age before beauty, your majesty.” And you pushed him in, sliding in right after.

Inside, everyone was huddled together, still weary, still prepared for the Orcs to follow, but a commotion started above.

The sound of a horn, horses hooves. A body rolled down in front of you, the dead body of an Orc. Nori poked it with his hammer, but it didn’t move. Then it was quiet. They were gone, and it was over.

You looked up, almost dreading the would-be climb back out - the steep slope, and the borderline mud-dirt had a picture of you covered in filth flashing over your eyelids. With your hands on your hips you were almost psyched enough to do it when Dwalin said something about a tunnel.

Slope be damned, a tunnel would be like heaven in comparison.

It took little to no convincing from anyone for you to follow it - joining the long line of travelers with Dori at your front and Balin behind you. Even Thorin’s words of aggression-lased hesitancy weren’t putting a dampener on you enjoying the walk out, rather than a climb.

Eventually the darkness gave way to light, and the tunnel opened wide. Beyond was a sight that had you standing still in awe.

Rivendell.

#the girl who knew the end #thorin oakenshield x reader #thorin x reader #thorin x you #the hobbit x reader

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doctorofmagic · 2 years ago

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Doctor Strange and the supernatural characters pt 1 - Nico Minoru

Since Nico will soon be featured in v6, I decided to start with her. For context, let’s do a quick review on her character.

Nico Minoru is a member of the Runaways, a team of teenagers that found out their parents were part of a cult called The Pride. Their goal was to perform a ritual to release the elder gods called Gibborin, who would feed on the souls of the entire world and claim it for themselves. The Runaways saved the world, but their parents died in the process. As a consequence, their hearts never recovered from that trauma, which only worsened due to the following betrayal of one of their teammates, Alex Wilder. The TV show is more or less loyal to the characters, but there are heavy differences in case you’re wondering (and one of them is Nico’s character development, which I’ll explain in a second).

Nico comes from a powerful japanese clan of wizards and her weapon is/was The Staff of One, which she stole from her evil parents. It turns out this artifact is actually an ancient sorcerer called The One, who was challenged by Nico’s ancestor. He lost the battle and thus was turned into the Staff. Nico only learned about that recently in the last Runaways volume, when The One came out and revealed himself.

In the past, Nico was forced to draw her own blood to summon the Staff out of her body, but after making a (terrible) deal with The One, she no longer needs to harm herself in order to summon the staff. In exchange, The One releases a drop of his own essence into Nico’s soul, one at a time. On top of that, her staff allows her to perform spells only once, failing whenever she tries to repeat them. But this is not the only issue with Nico and her magic.

She went through a VERY traumatizing experience along with her teammate Chase in Avengers Arena, when Arcade kidnapped sixteen teenagers and created his own Battle Royale scenario. She lost an arm and actually died there, but the staff brought her back, boosting her magic powers and giving her a new artificial arm, although turning her a little more violent. Her mental health was severely damaged there, and so she decided to never speak of that incident ever again.

Following this event, in Avengers Undercover, she infiltrated Zemo’s organization along with the survivors of Murderworld. Their first goal was to rescue Elsa Bloodstone’s little brother, Cullen, unaware that he actually wanted to stay in order to find Arcade and get revenge for Murderworld.

Meanwhile, Nico was welcomed by Daimon Hellstrom (please don’t ask), who was working under Zemo’s leadership (please don’t ask²). Daimon summoned the soul and body of Alex Wilder back from hell (since he was dead) so they could train magic together. Alex’s true intentions were never revealed, but I do suspect Daimon was using him to waste Nico’s spells and also make her vulnerable since Nico had a relationship with Alex before his betrayal. She later realizes that it’s useless to train her magic skills because she wouldn’t be able to use them a second time in battle, accusing Alex of manipulating her.

After that, Daimon teleported them to a hall where Arcade was hosting a murder game. They did kill Arcade, finally getting their revenge, but he just a meat doll created by Daimon. Zemo manipulated them all so he could lure the Avengers while he attacked S.H.I.E.L.D. and framed the kids.

Turns out Daimon was not only manipulating Nico but Cullen as well. Daimon taught Cullen how to control the monster inside him, unaware that his true intent was to put it under his control (please don’t ask³). Since Arcade was still alive, they proved their innocence, although another emotional scar was carved into their souls.

(”oh, but aren’t they teachers at Strange Academy?” you may ask. YES, they are! Marvel’s continuity, am I right?)

Later on, Nico also joined the A-Force team, which sadly didn’t last. But she became good friends with some of the members, such as Dazzler and Singularity (her relationship with Carol became sour due to a terrible event called Civil War II, although they were able to come to an understanding).

Lastly, the Runaways reunited once more, facing new challenges concerning their found family. The volume was sadly cancelled, although it brought huge changes for Nico. She asked Karolina to take The Staff of One with her to space, which depowered her magic abilities significantly. The consequences are seen in Midnight Suns, her last appearance, where she constantly struggles with self-worth and self-doubt (just like a certain magician we know hehe).

That’s what leads us to the next topic: her personality.

Nico is the very definition of a bi disaster. One of her most infamous bad habits is the fact that she’s always trying to kiss almost every member of her team in order to cope with her loneliness, whether they’re single or not. The thing is, the smallest sign of affection is enough for her to get involved with someone, and at the worst possible times (for instance, after burying a friend). Don’t get me wrong, I love her and I’ll protect her. But I can’t pretend she doesn’t have the same bad coping mechanisms than Stephen did when he was trying to forget Clea. And that’s what stood out the most to me as a Stephen stan, opening my mind to ideas of how they can bond.

The thing is, Nico constantly feels alone and insecure about her own capabilities. First of all, there’s the leadership issue. After Alex’s betrayal, she was forced into leading the Runaways, although she canonically states she never wanted that in the first place. It’s a responsibility she was never ready for.

Secondly, there’s the trust issues. Their parents lied to her all her life and tried more than once harm her. She was in love with Alex and then he betrayed everyone, constantly inserting himself into her life and making it a living hell over and over (sometimes quite literally). She trusted Doc Justice and he tried to murder the Runaways in order to promote himself, even though she swore she’d never trust adults.

And that’s a super interesting point because... The very premise of the Runaways is that adults are bad. They refuse to ask for help because the Avengers and the X-Men failed them over and over. This is why Nico never asked for Stephen’s help like Illyana did. And yet... It seems that this is about to change in v6.

I don’t really know where writers are going with their relationship, but I do hope that Stephen realizes that The One is slowly infecting Nico’s soul. That’s a good thing, believe it or not, because Stephen can be a good role model to Nico and a bridge for her to work on her trust issues regarding adults. He can teach her how to get rid of The One’s grip and also teach her safer methods to perform magic. Friendly reminder that Wong also taught her a spell or two.

Overall, I believe that the Strange Academy was a fresh start to her because Nico doesn’t really have a purpose. Karolina is her first stable relationship, and she’s off to space to deal with Majesdanian stuff. Besides, if Nico is considered to be the “mother” of the Runaways, Chase was the “father”, and he was taken to the future for a reason yet to be explored in future stories. Point is, she needs an adult figure to reassure her. The Midnight Suns was another good addition because she was able to open up with Illyana and find comfort and self-worth.

Personally, this is truly touching and meaningful because, as I always like to put, the magic community has something quite special going on. Their connection runs deeper because of the soul/spirituality. And that’s why I have huuuuuge hopes that Stephen will be able to reach out for her. It’s been shown that he keeps in touch with her whenever magic is involved, not to mention the school itself.

It’s true that they barely interacted in the past, mostly because Nico is always neglected when it comes to big magic events (Last Days of Magic, Civil War II etc). Strange Academy was another missed opportunity, but there’s room now thanks to the team of v6.

This is what I’m looking forward to, honestly. Even with limited powers, Nico is quite creative, although her self-destructive tendencies get in her way, which is exactly what v4!Stephen used to be. I’m pretty sure he’d see himself in her and would do his best to support her. That’s Nico’s opportunity to bond and grow as a character, to work on her trust issues, to heal from the trauma she’s been through and create healthy relationships, not only when it comes to Stephen, but the magic community as a whole. Friendly reminder that he taught magic to both Jericho and Illyana and almost became Billy’s and Wanda’s mentor.

So this is it. As you can see, the potential and background are all there. I’m really excited to see what comes next for them and I do hope they’re able to create a nice and sweet bond in the next issues!

#nico minoru #sister grimm #doctor strange #stephen strange #marvel comics #analysis

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thesaphirusirmgardia9513 · 2 months ago

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On today's episode of brainrot. Kinda figuring out about Twilight as of late and I do want to write it somewhere. So.. *drops an AU entry*

The AU premise is where Bella is nothing but a nuisance to the Cullens, Renesmee's birth being a trigger and she somewhere along the line divorces with Edward.

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>Naizeriel 'Naize' Gallagher - Twilight AU edition<

BIOGRAPHICAL INFORMATION

Born: November 23, 1860; Colchester, Essex, England

Alias:

Naize (by everyone)

Adonisia Fulgur (her fake name when studying in Oxford)

First hybrid (by Carlisle)

Taboo child (by Aro)

Vampire hunter (by any vampires)

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Species: Human/Vampire hybrid

Gender: Female

Hair color: Raven black

Eye color: Crimson with gold, grey-blue (contact lenses)

Skin color: Fair

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FAMILY INFORMATION

Family Members:

Edrus Gallagher (father)

Eivana Volkov-Gallagher (mother)

Sebastian Fulgur (foster father)

Miriam Sonnet-Fulgur (foster mother)

Carlisle Cullen (father figure)

Esme Cullen (mother figure)

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SPECIAL CHARACTERISTICS

Abilities:

Basic vampire abilities

Improved speed, strength

Outstanding self-control

Special abilities: Elemental manipulation

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AFFILIATION

Occupation: Huntress

Loyalty:

Gallagher coven

Olympic coven

Fulgur pack

Black pack

Uley pack

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"..I mean, aren't dhampir and hybrid the same?" - Naize to Edward.

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'Biography'

Naize Gallagher (born Naizeriel Gallagher on November 23, 1860 in Colchester, Essex) to Edrus Gallagher and Eivana Volkov-Gallagher, the first hybrid ever recorded in history regarding marriage between two races being a human/vampire hybrid. Naize is also accepted as a temporary family member to Carlisle Cullen and Esme Cullen when they met in Suffolk and Oxford a couple of times as Naize was chasing after vampires in those areas back then in 1875; the year Naize began her work as a huntress.

'After birth, New family'

Just like the birth of Renesmee, Naize's birth almost caused the death of Eivana, who later turned by Edrus after giving birth to her. Many thought that Naize's abilities to wield elemental powers (mainly fire, water, earth, wind) are because of her soul responding to the sound of Eivana's cry in pain and her hope for Naize's future, nurturing an ability in Naize to defend and protect those she loves; mainly her parents.

Her birth back then was well hidden by the werewolves of the Fulgur pack (led by Sebastian Fulgur) from the Volturi's knowledge. She was hiding and growing her body out with the pack for one year before returning to the Gallagher coven and she was given a choker with leather made from a deceased Fulgur member who wanted to protect the young Gallagher before he died, the choker is heavily potent of a werewolf smell that throws off every vampire that ever crossed her way.

'Growing up and Creating Goals'

Harnessing the elemental manipulation that she is able to wield, Naize decided to be the protector of her family by being a huntress to mostly take out stray or rogue newborns that happened to be wandering around Colchester, Suffolk and Oxford.

She is also responsible for taking care of Eivana when she was first few years in, turned into a newborn vampire to quote Jasper; vampires are strong when they were newborns and Naize and Edrus often can be seen chasing after her in the forest, usually stopping her from attacking anyone or doing something that brings her harm.

'Another family found'

Naize made acquaintances with Carlisle and Esme when she met them in Oxford during one of her studies in Oxford under the name of 'Adonisia Fulgur' while she hunted any rogue vampires in the night, mistaken the two Cullens being one of them but was able spare them after their explanations regarding their vegetarian diet, making Naize feels assured that it isn't just her parents who have a similar lifestyle.

She had been on and off around the Cullen, usually noting there was Edward, Rosalie and later on Emmett, the last time she met the Cullens before the Olympian coven sans Naize went to Forks, Washington. They had been exchanging letters ever since.

'A new chapter begins'

In 2003, Naize decided to go to Forks as a sophomore as Naize Gallagher in a cultural student exchange program, meeting the entire Cullen brethren after a warning was given by Eivana to Naize regarding their safety. Using her vast connections with her vampiric kin, she is able to get herself to Forks, mostly to protect the Cullens from any lurking danger, especially when she hears that the Volturi may rearing their heads soon to harm them, not sure what event would trigger an attack from them.

Naize's role in the whole Twilight saga is nothing more than just being a friend of the Cullen family and often becoming a hunting partner with the Uley pack, and later Black pack as well since she wears the Fulgur pack's choker that Miriam made for her, making both packs acknowledge of Naize's bond with the Fulgur pack while they go hunting or patrol in the night time for any vampires encroaching the land.

She was involved in most events from start to beginning, even meeting Aro the first time, but with the Fulgur choker on her, Aro couldn't notice who she was, thinking Naize is either a human or a werewolf who was protecting Bella from danger when Edward wanted to die in Volterra when Naize actually came for Edward instead.

She also was heavily involved when the Seattle newborn army decided to attack the Cullen as well, mostly going to protect the Cullen than defending Bella since she has better protection with Jacob Black and Edward himself.

That until Bella went second guessing herself somewhere along the line after giving birth to Renesmee and decided the vegetarian vampire life isn't for her, she bailed on the Cullen and left Renesmee behind, a note saying that she is divorcing Edward to join the Volturi instead.

Ever since Bella's departure, Naize has been a maternal figure towards Renesmee and helping the younger hybrid learn about their shared hybrid nature, often doting over the child while caring for Edward's mental wellbeing.

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Physical Appearance

Naize, to many has always been regarded to look and appear rather androgynous to many. Her hair is naturally raven black in color. She inherited both her parents looked, her face is definitely from Eivana as Edrus once said how he first met her during his trip to Ukraine. She was noted by some to have Edrus' eye shape and skin color. Her skin only glows and doesn't sparkle like diamonds unlike any normal vampires, a similar trait that Renesmee has.

Her hair is long and wavy, coming from both her parents. Her eyes are crimson red due to her first blood intake as a newborn hybrid and stayed that way ever since, forcing Naize to wear contact lenses when she blended with the humans in the modern era. She mostly lied to many people in Oxford back then in 1875 that she suffered from albinism and was wearing a black wig in classes to avoid questions.

Naize preferred clothes that allow her movements, mostly pants and clothes that cover parts of her body from the sunlight. She could be seen around Forks with a large varsity jacket and hoodie on with a pair of straight cut jeans and ankle high boots to match.

She carries around a three point staff tucked in her jacket, but she usually would leave it at home when she headed to school as her elemental prowess is more than enough firepower to help her gain the upper hand in case she is fighting vampires.

Personality Trait

Naize has been depicted by Sebastian Fulgur as a young hybrid who has a lot of things on her plate. He noted that Naize was hellbent on training and harnessing her talents and abilities to become a vampire hunter, mostly out of guilt because of her mother's near death experience when giving birth to her.

Talented and an enigma, Sebastian also notes that Naize could be more of a visual learner instead of verbal due to how well her eyesight is. Being in the Fulgur pack's care, Naize was nurtured to be kind and compassionate towards other living creatures. She sometimes abides by the law that the pack has set, often breaking them to save anyone that was in danger, earning her a name with the Fulgur family as Sebastian named her 'Adonisia Fulgur', a name Naize used when she enrolled into Oxford.

Well trained in martial arts, Naize also learned Italian and Russian, useful when she sometimes visited the two countries during her studies in science and arts.

Naize was depicted to have a very thick Colchester accent when she was in England in the 18th century, though her huntress' shenanigans had made that accent diminished, diminishing it into the standard British accent (known as the Queen's English) when she is now in the 20th century.

For a hybrid, Naize actually has the basic set of vampire physiology, given her training with the Fulgur, she had developed her strength and speed to be better so she could catch up to the werewolves back then. She also developed self control from drinking blood from humans, learning from the Fulgur about drinking from animals instead.

Special Traits

Traits of Species - Naize shared traits from both vampire and human species. Her Ukrainian feature from her mother made Naize look rather androgynous, her voice; being serene and gentle usually breaks the trance regarding her elusive gender traits. Her heart beats like a normal human, she is able to feel warmth but doesn't fall sick when winter comes. Naize is a light sleeper, sleeping for five hours gives her enough energy to go around and about.

Naize's scent is rather confusing due to the Fulgur choker on her neck that masks her hybrid scent from the Volturi making Naize rather welcomed among the Uley pack and the Black pack. Removing it however, many vampires would feel attracted to her blood, given her human heritage.

Diet - Compromising and felt guilty for what happened to Eivana during her birth, Naize decided to adapt drinking blood from animals when she was under Sebastian's care or eating human food, medium rare steak and wine being her favorite food to eat.

Rapid growth - 1860; born. 1865; stopped growing into a young teenager. 1875; enrolled into Oxford as Adonisia Fulgur, her body grew again into a woman in her mid 20s before stopping altogether. 2003; lied about her age when enrolling in Forks High School with her younger looks and forged papers.

Elemental manipulation - Naize, rumored by many in the Fulgur pack, nurtured this talent when she was still in Eivana's womb, wanting to protect her family with the guidance of mother nature thus she was born with the ability to harness and manipulate the main four elements around her, giving her an edge in her line of work as a huntress.

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Relationships

Naize is the biological daughter of Eivana Volkov-Gallagher and Edrus Gallagher. She considered the Fulgur pack; especially Sebastian Fulgur and Miriam Sonnet-Fulgur as her foster parents when she was in their care for a couple of years after her birth made Eivana fell into a shock, later turned into a vampire by Edrus out of desperation.

Naize has never considered being in a committed relationship with anyone due to her nature as a hybrid, knowing that such relationships do more harm than good and to mostly shield anyone from dangers being around Naize; this is due to the guilt she felt with Eivana as well.

She had a couple of flings here and there but often pretended that she never met them afterwards. Carlisle once suggested that she could have Edward as a mate when he rejected Rosalie back then. Naize chuckled at that offer and told Carlisle that Edward wouldn't want a murderer like her, someone who kills vampires on the regular and being dubbed the 'vampire hunter' and 'taboo child's by Aro himself, knowing the danger for harboring Naize's true species a secret.

After Bella left for the Volturi however, Naize considered the offer and sort of headed somewhere; Edward had established something with Naize but it was never clear what it was.

Her relationship with Renesmee is more to a mother daughter type of dynamic ever since she learned of Renesmee's status as a hybrid, teaching her what she is supposed to know.

Naize's relationship with Carlisle and Esme are in similar light to Sebastian and Miriam, considering them as family figures as she learnt about their vegetarian diet. She treated the other family members cordially and with respect, often rough housing with Emmett and enjoying tea time with Rosalie.

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Trivia

This is the only universe where Naize doesn't have Asmodeus as her patron.

Her other name/alias, Adonisia Fulgur was given by Miriam. Adonisia is the feminine name for Adonis; a very handsome young male, also a reference to the Greek god of beauty and desire, a fitting name for Naize's androgynous feature. Fulgur means 'lightning' in Latin.

Naize in the Twilight saga is mostly a DPS dexterity build, given she uses only a three-pointed staff to fight with, her elemental manipulation is more than enough however as she once buried three vampires alive in one go.

Edrus' name is an abbreviated form of the name Edwardus in Latin. I used Edrus since Edrus' original name is technically Edward Gallagher in her original lore to prevent confusion.

Beside animals, Naize sometimes drinks blood from the vampires that she hunted, that's why her eyes remained red but able to maintain self control to an outstanding degree. She found Jacob's blood tasted like warm soup, Edward's tasted like fine aged wine.

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And with that, I will stop writing this here. Not sure what came over me but this needs to be somewhere and now you read it too. Enjoy the brainrot, cheers xD

See ya Synners next time for more lore dropping. Adieu!

#twilight #original character #oc #twilight au #twilightnaize

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Avise

After the nightmare that became of their trip to the Exalted Plains, Avise actively avoided both Cullen and Solas. Cole’s words however sat in the back of her mind, “There is a lion in your bed but the wolf cries at the door.” The symbology was easy enough to figure out. Cullen was often called the Lion of Skyhold and had a very intricate helm molded like the face of a lion. The mantle on his shoulders certainly helped the image. Solas wore his wolf’s jawbone necklace and she always saw his resemblance to the animal. Strong, loyal. She even likened him to a predator when he fought. What was most odd to her was the wolf cries at the door. It only lent credence to her thought that Solas himself did not actually want to leave her. She could not decide if that made her more sad or angry.

Walking through the garden was the best way to avoid them entirely. Avise knew Cullen was in the courtyard with troops and Solas was holed up in the rotunda. She had not walked through there since Crestwood, finding an alternative route to visit Dorian. The small room that housed Morrigan’s eluvian was open and she could see the faint blue light that emanated from it while it was active. Shit. Avise ran through the open door to see Leliana standing near the mirror and she looked worried, she didn’t know Leliana even got worried, “Avise! Thank the Maker you’re here! Morrigan chased after her son into the eluvian. She was terrified.” The elf glanced down at herself - she was not wearing any armor, had no weapons. Guess I’ll wing it. With her eyes trained on the eluvian in front of them she responded, “She was chasing Kieran?”

The boy was an odd one, adorable in a somewhat off-putting way. Much like Cole actually. The first time Avise met Kieran was in the garden itself, she was surprised to see an unknown boy just sitting in the gazebo, as she approached he looked at her curiously. His voice had been soft and contemplative, “Mother never told me the Inquisitor was an elf.” Avise got that a lot really. She shrugged her shoulders at the time, “The ears gave me away, didn’t they?” The elf remembered distinctly the look the boy gave her as he spoke, his diction similar to how her mother often spoke when she did not want to say more than what she knew, “No. Your blood is very old. I saw it right away.”

Shaking away the memory, she forced herself to focus. Leliana answered her question from before, “She said he activated the mirror somehow and then she ran into it. I’ve never seen Morrigan like that. You must go after her. I will find help.” With Leliana running out through the open door, Avise stood in front of the mirror and sighed. It had been awhile since she used magic without a staff for focus, it was going to be interesting.

Avise quickly stepped through the eluvian, the familiar crawl of old magic slinking across her skin. It always felt odd but familiar. Like it softly called to her blood. As her vision came into focus on the other side she frowned. This was not the Crossroads. They were in the Fade. Shit. She really wished she brought a staff now but it was too late. If she went back now a variety of events could ensure she would be unable to return or lose the chance to find both Morrigan and Keiran. The elf continued on the path until she saw the familiar shape of Morrigan in the distance, “Morrigan!”

As she reached the witch she could see the terror on the woman’s face. She really did love her son, Avise realized. The woman was often detatched and not overly warm. Especially after the events of the Well of Sorrows. Morrigan’s voice was tight and panicked, “Go back! I must find Kieran before it’s too late! Why would Kieran do this? How could he do this? We stand in the Fade. To direct the eluvian here would require immense power. If he is lost to me, now after all I have sacrificed…” The woman continued to spiral and Avise could feel compassion rise within her. She may not have agreed with Morrigan often but she could not leave the woman to search for her son alone, “We’ll find him Morrigan. He can’t be far.

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Avise felt dizzy, like the Fade itself pressed against her mind, suffocating it. Morrigan's mother, Flemeth, stood before them. Avise knew vague rumors about the Witch of the Wilds, a few Dalish clans even had their own name for he, Asha'bellanar. It translated to the woman of many years. That in of itself was not a problem. The problem was that Morrigan threatened to attack her mother and when Flemeth ordered her to restrain her... she did. No hesitation, no thought in her mind that she could disagree. Her body moved on its own accord and she could feel an unsettling feeling sit in the pit of her stomach. Morrigan asked why Avise would not release her. The elf’s voice tight as she spoke, “I don’t know! I can’t.” Flemeth spoke next and the elf thought she was going to pass out, was the Fade supposed to twist like that? “Of course you know. You drank from the Well, did you not?”

She was Mythal.

Mythal was real. Maybe not a god, just as Solas had said. But something close enough and maybe just as dangerous. Avise cursed herself, her voice wavered as she stared Flemeth in the eyes, searching her face in hope that it was just some trick. Blood magic? Something, anything else than what fact lay before her, “Mythal was the goddess of justice. I’ve seen the statues. She…” The woman interrupted her thoughts, “Was one of the People. Yes, indeed.”

Kieran walked up to his mother and apologized. The boy could hear Flemeth calling to him from the Fade and he answered. That was why he changed the eluvian and why he stepped in without hesitation. Morrigan was distraught, “I do not understand.” Neither did Avise, at least they had that in common. Flemeth continued to speak like she was telling them a bedtime story, “Once I was but a woman, crying out in the lonely darkness for justice. And she came to me, a wisp of an ancient being and she granted me all I wanted and more. I have carried Mythal through the ages ever since, seeking the justice denied to her.” Mythal had been murdered, Abelas said as much at the Temple. A fragment of her survived and now lived inside of a human woman. Avise was going to have to apologize to Solas.

Flemeth walked to Avise, her hand reaching out to lift her chin so their eyes could meet. The vibrant yellow of her irises were compelling and Avise found she could not look away, “So young and vibrant. You do the People proud and have come far.” That was not what she expected to hear. The elves at the Temple seemed to push her away, not wanting to compare themselves. As if she were lesser because their history was lost and Dalish patchworked faith with what little they had. But here was Mythal telling her that their People would have been proud of her. That Mythal was proud of her. She hated that the words warmed her heart. Her voice was hoarse, unable to pull her gaze from Flemeth, “If Mythal is a part of you, why haven’t you helped us? We’ve called to you, prayed to you…” Avise herself begged to Mythal after her mother died. Weeping and screaming in the woods for some sign that she was not alone. The Creators never answered. Mythal never answered.

Flemeth responded, “What was could not be changed.” Avise felt tears well up in her eyes, the words hurt to speak, “What about now? You know so much…” The witch shook her head, her tone hollow from a long ago memory that she did not wish to remember. A haunted look on the old woman's face, “You know not what you ask, da’len.”

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Avise sat on the floor of the eluvian room in Skyhold with Morrigan next to her, the witch held her son tightly against her chest. The boy was fine at least. What Avise learned about Morrigan shook her but even that was overshadowed by over revelations. Morrigan used a ritual to create a child with an old god soul set inside of it, that was Keiran. Mythal appeared to want that old god soul herself, Avise assumed it had to do with power. Avise felt as if each breath she took did not fill her, not fully. Did she want to scream? Cry? Break something? Maybe a bit of all of it, the interaction with Mythal swirled in her mind. Replaying every word the woman said to her. Both sat in silence as they processed their own traumas. Leliana came bursting through the door with Cullen, Solas and Dorian in tow. Of course she grabbed a soldier, a mage and a Fade expert. And of course two of those were people she was trying not to see.

The elf could not focus on one person alone, they all held varying levels of panic on their faces which only made Avise feel more sick. Leliana knelt down next to Morrigan, checking on her and the boy in her arms. Leliana's voice was soothing to listen to, even if she barely made out what the woman was saying. Solas stood frozen staring at her, his body indicated he wanted to move to her but he held himself back. Cullen stood, his gaze flickering between the two elves. The soldier unsure of what he should do as well. The two men now actively staring at Avise. Dorian clearly had enough of their hesitations, pushing the other men aside to get to Avise. She loved the mage so much, thinking to herself, he was one of the only people in Skyhold who asked her how she felt after each painful event. There were too many to count, and too many that Avise could not repay him for. Avise felt Dorian's hands checking her for wounds, cupping her face as he looked for clues as to why she could not meet his eyes, "What happened? You look petrified." She could only stare through him. Mythal was real. Did that mean the other gods were real in some way? If they were real then Fen'harel was also real? The whispers from the Well that sat in her mind hummed with approval, like the woman finally made a connection they were pointing to all along.

With a hoarse voice, Avise was able to focus her eyes on Morrigan, their eyes meeting, "So what happens now?" The witch appeared as shaken as she was, her arms still wrapped around the boy, "Mother..." she paused, frowning, "Mythal... said you must summon a dragon at an ancient altar. Do you know where that is?" Every single person in the room stood eerily still once Morrigan spoke. Right, they did not know Mythal existed. Avise nodded her head slowly, the soft voices that granted her knowledge sang in a quiet song in the back of her mind. A song she was slowly learning to hear and understand. For once, they felt like a comfort, "I... think so. It's a place dedicated to Mythal." The god that was maybe not a god but was real enough.

Avise dared to glance towards Solas. His expression was tortured. The elf looked at Avise with terror in his eyes and it created a pit of fear in her own stomach. He was right to be afraid, she thought. She was afraid too. The moment Solas realized Avise was staring back, his face returned to an expression of indifference. That stone face that only came out when he did not want anyone to know what he was thinking. Why did that make her so mad? She had little time to consider what that meant, only that she needed to tell him something. "You were right."

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Solas

Solas sat at his desk in the rotunda while he watched Avise pace. Her head was bowed and she picked at her nails, unable to look at him directly. The elf considered standing up to give her space, it hurt too much to be that close to her. It made him ache, the tether he felt connected to her when they were in the Fade tugged at him in the waking world now. A constant reminder that they were connected and he was selfish. He was a coward. The golden thread wove them together. It felt so tight around his stomach, like it was going to snap if she stepped one step too far. Avise’s voice sounded frightened, “I am so sorry for not listening to you, Solas.” She glanced at him momentarily and he felt the same feeling of despair when she drank from the Well in the Temple. Like he could not stop her from repeating his own mistakes and now he had to watch those mistakes play out in front of him.

“Inquisitor, you said a fragment of Mythal now resides within Morrigan’s mother? Flemeth?” He knew of one fragment that existed and assumed there were more but at least one was surviving and apparently thriving inside of a human witch for ages. Avise nodded, her nervous habit now turning to biting the edges of her nails as she paced. “Please, do not resort to titles, Solas. You may not care for me any longer but you can at least still use my name. Give me that.” The elf swallowed hard, a lump now in his throat. Her words hurt more than he thought they ever could.

Solas tried to push away his pride, “You must know that is not true…” No, he couldn’t go down that road. Not right now. “Avise." He paused, the name felt so good as it dropped from his tongue. "Did Mythal do anything else? How is your mind? Did she say anything to you, task you with something else?” Solas feared that Mythal shared his secret in some form or hint, the elf afraid that with how intelligent the Inquisitor was, she would begin to make connections about Solas himself. Avise sighed, her pace slowing, “Like I said, you were right. She told me to hold Morrigan back and my body did so without question.”

He could see the tears in her eyes, the woman quickly wiping them away, “Do you want to know the worst part? Mythal. Mythal,” the elven woman trying to put into words how rattled she was by the experience. Her arms raised up in the air, frustrated. “She touched my face and told me, ‘You do the People proud and have come so far’. And I wanted it, Solas. I desperately wanted that approval from her. A woman who was remembered as a god of justice, of vengeance. That she could see in me the same thing I have searched for myself." Solas watched silently as Avise spiraled in front of him, "Abelas did not see me as equal to them. Only as some lesser, unworthy, distant kin that you did not speak of because they are wrong. Too different. They came from a time when elves were not belittled and pushed down into the dirt under humans. So of course we are lesser right? We were too weak to fight back. To win." She stopped in the middle of her pacing, her eyes averting from his gaze as her head fell forward, "All I wanted was for the People to be proud of me. And to hear that from Mythal herself, or at least a fragment of her?” The woman sighed, the tears started again and all Solas could do was sit and stare because he understood but he could not help her. “I felt like maybe there was hope for us. To know those who came before you saw who you for what it was and was pleased by what her children became? I hate it. I hate that I felt like a child begging for love and approval even though she could tell me to do whatever she pleased and I could not fight back.”

Solas could not look her in the face, the tears fell from Avise's eyes and he could not console her. He failed her. There was at least one other person from the time of Mythal that saw her for who she was. That as one of the People, the ones she wanted so desperately wanted to connect to, was proud of her.

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Avise

Avise lay on the ground, trying to catch her breath in the grass. They found the altar to Mythal. They summoned the guardian and then conquered it. It flew off, biding its time to aid them for when they found Corypheus. Her arms and legs were sprawled out as she lay looking at the sky, her staff somewhere a few feet away. Avise even had a dumbstruck smile plastered on her face. Dorian rested his hands on his hips as he looked down at her, “Avi, you doing okay?” The elf rolled her head to look at the mage and she nodded slowly. A surprise laugh came from the elf, she couldn't believe what they just did. He knelt down to carefully pull ice that crystalized in her hair during the fight, “If I hadn’t seen it, I wouldn’t have believed it.” He sounded almost as giddy as she felt. Blackwall walked forward, shaking his head and offering his hand to help Avise to stand, “And you stared it down. You actually stared it down.” His tone elicited a bubbling laugh to erupt from the elf as she was hoisted off the ground. Avise stood in front of the dragon, hand outstretched. Able to touch it and it obeyed. She had to be dreaming.

The elf turned to look at the small altar to Mythal that was only a few feet away from them. They found it easily, the Wells knowledge was useful even if she now had a constant fear that some form of Mythal was going to swoop in and command her to do something awful. But she pushed that feeling away. Avise needed to focus on the present and presently she felt amazing, alive. Adrenaline coursed through her body and she found herself bouncing from foot to foot, trying to release the excess energy that accumulated.

The Well also gave her additional knowledge that she did not expect. Standing in front of the altar before the guardian arrived, she read the words carved into the stone. It was ancient elven and she could read it without issue, “We few who travel far, call to me and I will come. Without mercy, without fear.” It was beautiful, the words and the language itself. Avise felt that warmth again, like when Mythal said she was proud. She could read and speak ancient elven. Her mind whirled with dreams of traveling to hidden corners of Thedas, locating lost elven ruins and learning more about what really happened all those years ago. So much had been lost to them to time.

Solas had walked up next to her as she read it aloud, finishing the epitaph, “Cry havoc in the moonlight, let the fire of vengeance burn, the cause is clear.” She felt his eyes on her but she could not look at him, he was too close and it still hurt too much when he was near, “A very old invocation, perfectly translated.” She hated how much the compliment made her stomach flutter, knowing that she wanted him to be proud of her too.

Dorian’s voice brought her back to the present, her gaze now drifting away from the altar. He handed her the staff she dropped and smiled at her, “Now let’s find Corypheus.”

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🌟🚗 Welcome back to “Keeping Up with the Cullens”! I never thought I’d say this, but Midnight Sun actually got… good? Yes, you read that right! After trudging through Edward’s endless brooding and inner turmoil, the book finally delivered moments so intense and relatable that I had to pause and really take them in. These chapters are a must-discuss because they shed new light on Edward’s character, and trust me, it’s a perspective I haven’t seen explored enough! 🧛‍♂️💋 Honestly, I love it because it shows that even sparkly vampires can have teenage meltdowns. 😂✨

Let’s kick things off with the most ridiculous, over-the-top car chase in vampire history. Edward, in full-blown panic mode, doesn’t just drive fast—he goes full-on action hero by stealing a flashy car to speed across town and save Bella from James! 🚗💥 I mean, who knew Edward had a secret need for speed? It’s like he’s suddenly in a vampire version of Fast & Furious, but with a lot more angst and existential dread. You can almost hear him muttering, “Outta the way, mere mortals!” as he zooms through traffic like a bat out of hell. 😂 Seriously, this whole scene is so over-the-top that you can’t help but laugh and cheer him on. Edward’s driving is described as borderline suicidal—he’s pushing the car to its limits, and you can feel his sheer desperation with every reckless turn. He’s absolutely terrified he won’t reach Bella in time, and it’s honestly like watching someone try to beat their own high score in a racing game, except the stakes are a million times higher. 🏎️💨

But after the car chase, the story takes a much more gut-wrenching turn when Edward arrives at the hospital. For once, Edward is acting like a normal, concerned boyfriend, and it’s both shocking and refreshing. Charlie’s not there to help with Renée—he’s stuck dealing with a court appearance, which totally sucks but also makes sense. So, Edward steps up, making sure Renée has everything she needs and is comfortable, just like any boyfriend would. It’s kind of surreal to see him in this role, especially after all the dramatic vampire stuff. He’s navigating Renée’s thoughts, which are practically screaming at him, but he still manages to keep it together. Renée, of course, is immediately suspicious of this perfect, polished young man who seems too good to be true. Edward can barely keep his anxiety in check as he tries to maintain a calm exterior while internally, he’s a wreck. 😅💖

And then there’s the chapel scene. Edward, our brooding, angst-filled vampire, actually prays. 🙏 Yep, he’s praying to Bella’s God for the strength to leave her because he’s convinced that staying with her is too dangerous. “I prayed to a God I wasn’t sure existed, to the God of her people, that he might give me the strength to leave her.” This moment is so gut-wrenching because it shows just how much Edward is willing to sacrifice for Bella. He’s not just some cold, immortal being; he’s deeply conflicted and desperate. You can feel his pain as he contemplates a future without Bella, even though it’s the last thing he wants. 😩💔 This prayer scene is significant because it humanizes Edward in a way we haven’t seen before. He’s acknowledging that he’s out of his depth, that he needs help from a higher power to do what he believes is right. It’s a raw, vulnerable moment that makes his internal struggle so much more real. It’s one of those moments where you realize just how deeply he loves her, and it honestly makes the eventual breakup even more heartbreaking. 💔😭

I seriously teared up. 😢 I’m not very religious, and most people would be shocked I even pray when I need strength, but Edward praying and then lying to Bella is my absolute favorite part because it’s the most human thing. After seeing Bella’s anxiety in the hospital, Edward decides that this isn’t the time to leave her. He knows she needs him right now, and he even lies about staying with her forever because he can’t bear to tell her the truth. “I couldn’t tell her that I wouldn’t stay. I couldn’t tell her that I didn’t have forever to give. But I had to let her believe it, because the truth would destroy her right now.” This is gut-wrenching because Edward is trapped in his own emotional turmoil. He absolutely hates lying to her—seriously, I don’t know how he’s doing it. 🤯 The fact that he’s staying while she recovers, knowing he’s going to leave, is just heartbreaking, especially since he’s seen Alice’s vision of Bella being comatose and depressed after he’s gone. I wanna cry just thinking about these hospital scenes. 😭💔💔

Their conversation in the hospital is filled with so much tension and love that it’s almost unbearable. Bella, still weak and in pain, tries to comfort Edward, who is wracked with guilt. “Don’t I taste as good as I smell?” Bella tries to lighten the mood with a joke, but Edward can’t even play along. His love for her is so intense that he can barely contain his emotions. When Bella asks him why he didn’t just let the venom spread, Edward’s response is heartbreaking: “I can’t do it, Bella. I won’t do that to you.” 💔💬 You can feel the struggle in every word he says—he wants to give her everything, but he’s terrified of what that would mean. It’s in these moments that Edward’s true nature shines through; he’s not just a vampire, but a man deeply in love and profoundly conflicted about what that love means for Bella’s future. 😢💔

And let’s not forget the little moments of humor sprinkled in. When Edward is pushing Bella in a wheelchair, he actually growls at people who stare at her too long. “A low, warning growl slipped through my lips when anyone looked too long at her fragile form.” 🦁 It’s such an overprotective boyfriend move, but you can’t help but smile because it shows just how fiercely he cares for her. Edward’s protective instincts are in overdrive, and while he’s usually so controlled, the thought of anyone causing Bella discomfort sends him into a near-animalistic rage. It’s almost like he’s a regular guy, freaking out because his girlfriend is hurt, and he doesn’t want anyone making her feel worse. 😂💪

The prom scene is another bittersweet moment. 💃🕺 Edward takes Bella to prom, not because he’s into it, but because he wants to give her a good memory—something she can hold onto when he’s gone. “I wanted to give her something to remember me by—something she could hold onto when I was gone.” 🥲 This is so sad because Edward is already planning his departure, even as he’s trying to make Bella happy in the moment. It’s that classic vampire dilemma—how do you balance your love for someone with the knowledge that your very existence puts them in danger? The prom, with its lights, music, and human warmth, contrasts sharply with Edward’s cold, calculating decision to leave. He’s trying to give Bella a piece of normalcy, something she can look back on fondly, even though he knows it will only make his departure that much more painful for her. 🥺💃

Finishing Midnight Sun has left me with so many emotions. 😵 Just when the book finally started diving into the parts of the story I was most curious about—Edward’s POV during these critical moments—it ended, leaving me craving more. Meyer did a fantastic job of humanizing Edward in these final chapters, showing us that even a century-old vampire can have teenage meltdowns, moments of doubt, and flashes of humor. 🧛‍♂️✨ I have so much more to say about these chapters, but I’ll save that for another post… or maybe two. Stay tuned for more deep dives into Edward’s surprisingly human moments and all the drama that comes with being a sparkly vampire in love. 💔✨

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