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imagine-it-to-be-true · 3 years ago

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Fix You - Caius Volturi x FemOC Three Shot: Part 1

Hey guys! Thanks so much for reading. Hope you like the one shot. I do take requests! Please have a look at my list of characters, and the rules. Feel free to reach out.

Notes about the One Shot:

Summary: As Caius walked around the streets of Volterra, he came across a girl being assaulted and badly injured. He couldn't explain the pull he had towards her, but all he knew was that he needed to save her. Caius Volturi x Fem!OC. Mentions of blood, injury and death. Nothing too gruesome though. Also posted on my Fanfiction page.

Word count: 2679

Firstly, I don’t own Twilight, the Volturi, or the image used.

I sincerely apologize for my Italian and Greek phrases; I don’t speak a word of the languages and was at the mercy of Google Translate.

Caius’ wife Athenodora does not exist.

Also, imagine him how you want but I much preferred his appearance in New Moon, so that’s how I described him.

~ Enjoy :)

Cloud cover in Volterra was a rare sight. Most days the sun shone brightly, making the town not particularly an ideal place for vampires. Yet here they were, the powerful three, the ancient kings who were tasked with up-keeping and enforcing secrecy of the vampire world, in a town where they remained inside the walls of the Volturi Castle. Caius often wondered why the coven chose to remain there, and not move to a less sunny place. A lack of opportunities for outings meant that he was falling intellectually behind. One need not look further than his clothes, not to mention his mentality to see he was not one for modernity. Not that he cared. Humans and their achievements were so minuscule in his eyes. Nevertheless, he enjoyed the opportunity to venture out into the town, feel the cool breeze on cloudy days like today and observe the lesser kind. It was remarkable for him how the world changed since his childhood in Ancient Greece, yet the scape of Volterra harked back to it with its old buildings.

Caius was lonely. He was angry and cruel; many would even say sadistic. But no, the last part was not true. After over 3000 years of living alone, never aging, never moving forward, being forced to hide himself, and never seizing to hunger, it’s no surprise that one would become angry. But he was not a sadist. He did not enjoy the pain of others. He fed only when he could no longer contain his thirst, not over-indulging himself. But he understood the need for justice, and was not tolerant when punishment was due. This was often mistaken for sadism.

Volterra was extra busy lately due to an overwhelming influx in tourism. One could no longer walk in peace. The pushing and shoving of the crowded streets became too much for Caius. He looked around him, and noticed a less busy street to his right. The more he followed, the less people were there. He kept going until he was left alone, in peace, and stopped, and leaned his back against the wall, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, exhaling through his mouth. He took a moment to collect his thoughts. And that is when he heard it.

From his right, came a feminine scream. It snapped Caius out of his thoughts. It sounded desperate, and then quieted down before he heard the female’s voice again, yelling in English with an American accent, “PLEASE! Somebody help me!” In one swift motion, Caius pushed himself from the wall and walked towards the pleas. He rounded a corner and between two buildings, there was a thin, dark alleyway. It was there that he found the source of the commotion.

A tall, heavy-built balding man had a significantly smaller female pinned up against the wall with his body. His left hand grasped her around the neck, while the other clutched a gun to her head. Caius spoke Italian - one of the many languages he’s mastered - so he understood plainly the filth coming out of the lowlife’s mouth as he barked at the poor girl. She, however, was clueless and sobbing, begging him to leave her.

In the split moment that he observed the scene, Caius’ eyes landed on the female. She was small, about 5”2, looked to be in her early twenties and very slim. Her hair was golden blonde, long and fell in thick, luscious curls down her back. She did not appear to be wearing much makeup, yet her eyebrows were naturally prominent and neat, and her lips were full, petal pink in colour. But it was her eyes which Caius noticed immediately. They were large and the most captivating colour: a mix of emerald and sapphire. It was as if staring into the waters of a deep, stormy ocean. However, when they met his eyes, they were full of terror. She quieted her struggle and looked at him, as if calmed by his presence, mentally begging him to save her.

Typically, Caius did not give two thoughts about humans. Yet this time was different. The girl before him stirred something inside of his frozen ancient heart. His eyes shifted from the girl and landed on the lowlife.

“Togli le mani da lei, feccia.” (Get your hands off her, Scum.) he snarled.

The man jumped in surprise and turned towards Caius. When he saw him, the lowlife sneered. Compared to him, Caius did not look all that threatening. He was tall and well-built, but thinner than the scum. His fashion choices didn’t help either. His near-white blonde hair combed to perfection and pushed behind his ears. He wore a blood-red dress shirt, paired with a black blazer and black dress pants, topped off with a silky red scarf. He looked like an escaped runway model, not a man that could do damage.

The man Caius addressed continued sneering and chuckling.

“Cosa hai intenzione di fare al riguardo, bel ragazzo?” (What are you going to do about it, pretty boy?)

Caius took a large step forward and retorted, “Strapparti la testa e bere il tuo sangue è divertente?” (Does ripping your head off and drinking your blood sound like fun?)

The man raised his eyebrows in surprise at the viciousness, but still obviously not taking the situation seriously. He laughed and turned back to the girl.

“Vedi, bella ragazza? Sta cercando di mettersi in mostra per te. Ma è solo un ragazzo. Lascia che ti mostri cosa fanno gli uomini.” (You see, pretty girl? He's trying to show off for you. But he's just a boy. Let me show you what men do.)

Before Caius had a chance to comprehend or react, within a fraction of a second, the gun pressed against the girl’s temple was lowered. The scum aimed it at her stomach and shot twice. She screamed in pain, and dropped to the ground, gasping.

Caius took a second longer than normal to realize what had just unfolded. The man had the gun pointed at him now. He aimed at his chest and fired. When Caius was hit, he did nothing but stand there. Then came the second shot and to the scum’s surprise, he did not drop. A smirk began to form on the vampire’s face, before he simply said, “Avresti dovuto scappare quando ne avevi la possibilità.” (You should have ran when you had the chance.)

As the man continued pointlessly shooting at Caius, the vampire closed the distance between them in less than a second. He grasped the man’s neck with his right hand and pressed him up against the wall, lifting him up with one arm. The man squirmed and groaned, futilely attempting to free himself. Caius didn’t enjoy hurting people. But this time was different. He snapped the man’s neck and threw him down, like discarded trash. He took a breath and turned to the girl on the ground.

She was no longer making sounds nor moving, but lay there motionless, face down on the ground. Caius could see a large red spot in her stomach area, with blood seeping through the thin fabric of her white summer dress, her blonde curls hanging like closed curtains over her face. Caius leaned down, extending a hand to gently move them aside. He pushed the curls behind her ear, running his knuckles down her soft cheek. Those beautiful storm eyes were closed.

“Can you hear me?” He whispered to her, but she did not stir.

Caius felt a deep pain in the pit of his stomach, and a pressure rising up to his throat. He felt anger, rage, but most prominently sorrow. He had this feeling like he never wanted anything more in his life than for her to look at him and say she was alright. The situation was not made easier by the fact that her deliciously smelling blood was pooling more and more.

Quickly, he reached into his blazer pocket and pulled out his iPhone. Alec had gifted it to him the year before, and this was the first time he’d use it. He couldn’t figure out the damned thing; books and scripts were more useful anyway. With some effort, he found the number he was looking for in his contacts and dialled it. The ringing seemed to go on for ages, until finally…

“Dr. Carlisle Cullen speaking.”

“Cullen. You are speaking to Caius.” He barked into the phone. A silence followed before Carlisle hesitantly responded, a hint of fear in his voice at what the Volturi king might want.

“Lord Caius. I was not expecting you. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I am with a human. She was shot with a gun in her stomach twice. There is a significant amount of blood. She is not responding to me. Her eyes are closed and she is not moving. What shall I do?” He spoke in a hard, fact-based tone.

“Well Caius, it sounds like she might be dead…” before Carlisle could finish his thought, Caius cut him off.

“You are foolish to think that I would waste my precious time calling you to hear something so unacceptable. Tell me how to fix her!”

“Okay, I’m not sure if she can be. But let’s try. I need you to put the phone on speaker.”

“What is that?! Talk quickly Cullen, her bleeding has not seized!”

“Okay, Caius, you see the small picture of a loudspeaker on your phone? Push it.”

Caius did as he was told. “Now what?”

“Put the phone down on the ground. I need you to turn her on her back. GENTLY! Don’t forget you’re a lot stronger than her.”

Caius gently pushed the girl’s shoulders and was able to turn her on her back, grabbing her head so it did not hit the concrete. It was then that the significance of the wound became apparent, as did the scent of her blood. It became nearly too much for the vampire. He was close to damning it all and indulging in her sweet taste. But then he looked at her perfect face. How he longed to see those beautiful eyes again.

In a struggling voice, he spoke, “Alright, it is done.”

“Now, take your index and middle finger and push both to her neck, under her chin, on the side of her throat. You should feel her heartbeat if she’s alive.”

Caius did as he was told, but initially could feel nothing. After a few failed attempts, he hung his head. Just as he was about to remove his fingers, he felt it. So faint and tiny, but it was there.

“I feel it! It is very faint! But I feel it.”

Carlisle waited a moment before speaking. “Can you describe the wounds to me? Where are they specifically?”

“They are both in the same place. One is at the base of her ribs to the left, and the second is just under it.”

Carlisle sighed and softly spoke, “Caius. She’s not going to make it. She’s on her last few breaths now, and we can prolong her suffering, but we can’t-“.

“No!” Caius cut him off, “She will not die. There must be something to be done!”

“Well… you could always change her.”

Caius let out a breath. He would not wish his own endless existence on anyone. Not to mention the unbelievably excruciating pain of the process. After 3000 years, there was one thing he remembered with vivid accuracy: his own change. But at the same time, he was in a panic. He was not sure what it was, but the thought of her dying was destroying him inside.

He swallowed and spoke in a gentler voice to Carlisle, “Is there any way to manage her pain during the change?”

“Morphine. It needs to be injected before the venom. Give it 5 minutes to take effect and then change her.”

“Thank you,” Caius whispered before hanging up.

He immediately gathered the woman into his arms, lifting her up with ease, and began running back to the castle. He made it in a matter of minutes, storming through the doors of the great gathering hall, where Aro and Marcus were speaking to Jane. Immediately, all eyes were on Caius and the little bundle in his arms.

“Brother,” greeted Aro with his child-like smile, “you came home with takeout, I see,” he cackled.

“No! Do not approach me now brother. I wish to change her, and so it will be. No one comes near her!” Caius exclaimed. His two fellow kings looked at each other, befuddled. “Jane,” Caius turned to her, “find me a shot of morphine immediately and bring it to my chambers.” With this, he stormed out of the hall.

Aro, with a confused look on his face, took a step to follow, only to be held back by Marcus. “He cannot just bring some random off the street and claim her as his own!” He exclaimed, but Marcus shook his head and smiled.

“I felt their bond. He has bound himself to her. Neither might realize this yet, but they are mated. She is his now.”

———

Caius rushed her to his room. He gently placed her on his bed, which he hadn’t used in years for obvious reasons. As he laid her down, the girl began to gain consciousness. She began feeling the pain of her injuries. Tears started fall down her cheeks and she softly, weakly moaned in pain.

Caius sat down next to her, brushing her tears away with his thumb, gently pushing her hair back away from her face.

“Shh, it’s alright. Breathe.” She seemed to respond to this by attempting to open her eyes, yet not having enough energy to do so. Caius was dying inside, seeing her suffer. He couldn’t explain why. This was the first time in 3000 that he cared so deeply about the well-being of anyone, let alone a weak human.

“Breathe for me. That’s it. You’re alright.” He whispered. She tried, but couldn’t. She attempted to say something along the lines of “I don’t want to die,” but was only emitting squeaks.

“Shhh, don’t talk. He’s gone, I’ve got you. There is not a place in the world safer than here with me.”

Just then, Jane burst through Caius’ doors with a large syringe filled with clear liquid. She quickly handed it to Caius and stepped back, lingering. Caius turned to her and harshly barked, “Leave!” She bowed and turned on her heels, heading out the door.

The girl had opened her eyes briefly and saw the large syringe. This frightened her, and she attempted to cower away. Caius returned his attention to her.

“Shhhh. Don’t be afraid. This will help you stop hurting. I will fix this. I will fix you,” As he spoke those words, a tear formed in his own eyes and rolled down his cheek. He was about to change her. Was it really fixing her, or was he selfishly wishing she would fix him? Give him companionship he so longed for? He didn’t care. He took the syringe and injected the morphine into her quickly, being as gentle as he could. Then, he waited. He needed her to stop crying. This would indicate the pain was gone and the morphine had taken effect. He held her hand, whispering sweet nothings to her. When she began quieting, he gently asked her.

“What is your name, omorfiá mou?” (My beauty), the last part in his native Greek.

She gasped and whispered, “Andromeda.”

Caius smiled and thought about how fitting the name was. The pain was gone now. He turned to her and brushed her hair out of her face.

“Close your eyes, my beauty.” He gently brushed her hair back away from her neck. Leaning down, he brushed his lips on her ear, whispering “do not be afraid. You will live forever. You are mine now, and I will never let anything hurt you again.”

With that, he sunk his teeth into her soft skin, and the journey to her transformation began.

#twilight #new moon #eclipse #breaking dawn #volturi #caius #caius volturi #one shot #hurt comfort #romance #caius volturi imagine #vampire

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wri0thesley · 4 years ago

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you and pesci are trying something new in the bedroom.

warnings: not sfw, afab reader, one use of a fem pet name (bella). lactation kink, riding, coming inside. 1.3k

[a/n: for the anon who asked for pesci lactation kink, but alas was deleted from my inbox for Horny Crimes.]

Pesci’s hands are very gentle as he brushes them over your stomach, shuffling closer to you on the bed so his soft body presses against your back. He sighs as he strokes you, mumbling (and though you can’t see him, you can well imagine the flush on his cheeks);

“You’re so soft.”

His thumbs brush over your hips before sliding up your waist, pulling up the hem of your shirt as he goes. Breathlessly, you murmur;

“You can take it off, you know.”

Pesci makes a soft noise against your neck, his lips shyly pressing a peck to the soft skin – and then, he’s pulling it over your head, discarding the garment to one side so that he can shyly cup the soft skin of the underside of your breasts. Your breath catches; they’re swollen, and sensitive, from everything you’ve been doing to indulge Pesci’s particular interest.

“It doesn’t hurt, does it?” He whispers, fingers softly pressing into the curve of them. You hitch a breath as you murmur;

“They’re just sore. Please be gentle.”

“I’d never hurt you, amore,” he says, his tone achingly tender as big, calloused fingers gently slide higher and higher until they brush the swollen point of your nipple.

You hear him swallow the lump in his throat as he feels the bead of liquid at the tip of them, and that makes everything all worthwhile.

“Fuck,” he mumbles, shifting – if you were Prosciutto, you would tell him off for having a dirty mouth. But you are not, and his lust-roughened voice shaping the syllable sends a curl of heat beneath your thighs even more than the way he’s touching you. You feel, with his shift, something thick and heavy pressing into the small of your back, and the knowledge of just how much Pesci is enjoying the thought of what’s to come spurs you on.

“Lie back,” you murmur to him, softly. “I think it’d hurt if you laid on top of me--”

He’s quick to comply, fair falling all over himself in the process. His fingers and thumbs are under the waistband of his boxer shorts before you can blink, pulling them down – head propped up by the mountain of pillows the two of you sleep on.

You turn, very slowly, to crawl towards him. You can feel the heavy weight of your chest; feel a slight dampness leaking from yourself. Pesci swallows, and you watch the bob in his throat with a strange kind of pride. You did that; you have your boyfriend reduced to soft noises and hungry eyes and the wanting swell of his thick cock, bobbing between his thighs.

You wrap finger and thumb around the shaft, smearing his precome over it. He shudders and pulses in your hand, a soft whine escaping from the back of his throat as he looks at you like you hung the moon. He’s always so sensitive for you; you know that it probably wouldn’t take much more than a few minutes of slow pumping, interspersed with painfully slow laps of your tongue against his cock--

But that’s not what tonight is about. You move forward, straddling him; his cock brushing your slick folds. You’ve been wet since the moment Pesci touched you. Something about the process of stimulating milk has done something, too, to your core; you are achingly sensitive and needy, as you slide yourself down onto his cock with only the briefest moment of resistance.

He’s thick. He stretches you out, almost to the point of breaking; and he stutters out a groan at the sensation of your tight walls clenching around him, at how wet you are, at how you feel on top of him.

You take a moment to catch your own breath, staring at Pesci’s own soft, heaving chest.

“Can I . . .?” It’s adorable, how shy he is, as he reaches out for you. One of your hands gently tangles in the curls of green hair, soft beneath your fingertips.

“Of course you can,” you murmur to him, and he wriggles his hips forward in a way that makes you moan and tighten around him, so that he has more freedom to bring his hands up to your breasts. He’s gentle, rubbing firm circles with his thumbs around the puffiness of your nipples. You groan as you feel liquid leaking out; a drop of milk beading on the sore, reddened point. Pesci’s tongue darts out eagerly, cool as he swipes it over the bud.

He makes a pleased noise against you and instead of lapping at your nipple this time, he fastens his lips around it. He doesn’t stop stimulating the poor, swollen curve of your chest; massaging, rubbing, coaxing forth what you feel leak into Pesci’s mouth. This time, it’s far more than a drop; almost a spurt. Pesci moans again.

You’d worried maybe this would be strange; that he’d hate the taste, even though he’d been the one to shyly bring up the idea. But, right here and right now, it’s nothing if not breathlessly sexy, the way he’s suckling softly on you and whimpering, his cock twitching inside of you.

You can’t help the jerk of your hips; the way his mouth and tongue and lips and hands feel on you is all-consuming, so good you can barely breathe. You tangle your fingers in the sprout of hair at the crown of his head again, your other sliding over his surprisingly muscled back to stop yourself from simply losing your balance in pleasure.

“Pesci,” you half mumble, half moan. He pulls back from your chest; there’s a drop of a white, liquid substance at the corner of his mouth as he looks at you with his eyes half-lidded and hungry. “Please, ‘m gonna have to--” Your mind is too muddled to think of the word, so instead you grind your hips on him again, your eyelids fluttering closed at the sensation.

“It’s okay, bella,” he soothes, certain and bolstered now by the fact you’re clearly enjoying yourself and the fact that you’re clinging to him for support. Pesci might seem shy to people on the outside, but you know better than anyone that inside he’s more than willing and capable to take charge when you’re stumbling. “You can move all you need to, I want you t-to feel good too--”

His head dives down to the other nipple, pulling the perked nub into his mouth with the gentle graze of his teeth. That sends a ricochet through you, and you feel yourself shuddering around his cock.

You move your pelvis in little circles; you don’t want to fuck yourself on him vigorously and disrupt the way he’s suckling and nuzzling at you, alternating between licks and sucks and kisses on your heated skin. But the combination of Pesci’s mouth’s stimulation, and the feel of him inside you, and the pressure finally being relieved on your poor aching breasts--

It’s all too much, too quickly. You’re pushed over the edge faster than you’ve ever be, a surprised whimper of pleasure spilling forth from your lips as your fingers clench, nails digging into his soft skin. He moans at the sensation – he has never minded you being a little rough, in the heat of the moment – and his moan only grows louder, muffled by the way he still has his mouth around your dripping nipple, as he feels your walls begin to convulse and shudder around his cock.

The orgasm hits you like a freight train; not in shudders and spasms, but in an all-consuming warmth that spreads from your stomach and seeps into your bones so quickly that your bones feel like jelly. You gush around his cock, body going limp – and you’re held up by Pesci’s strong arms, his hips thrusting up into you suddenly in time with the desperate sucking of your chest. He comes moments afterwards, bolstered by the feeling of your walls twitching around him and your milk flooding his senses.

He groans, his cock spurting out his release inside of you in thick white ropes; in your orgasm-dizzy state, you almost laugh at the irony.

He has emptied you, and then filled you.

#not sfw #writing #pesci x reader #afab reader #fem pronouns #lactation for ts #pesci #jojo postin

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headinthestaticsky · 3 years ago

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Sanctuary with the Enthralling Moon: Jasper Hale x Fleur Swan, Chapter 3

Authors notes: I’ve been listening to a lot more of Bank’s music (The girl in the picture) and I’ve become obsessed with her music again... Listen to her Album “Goddess.” if you like R&B and some Trip hop it’s great! My personal favorites on there is “Before I Ever Met You” and “Bedroom Walls” but all the songs on there are great.

Another note: I changed the plot up for New Moon, so I hope it doesn’t ruin anything for you guys.

All rights go to Stephenie Meyer for the characters she created.

“She lives in daydreams with me

She's the first one that I see

And I don't know why

I don’t know who she is.”

She by, Harry Styles

The annoying buzz of my phone woke me up, it had been buzzing so long that it had fallen to the floor. When I picked it up, I answered not looking at the number.

“Ugh... it’s way to early in the morning for phone calls who is this?”

“How did you find me?”

“Jasper? What are you talking about.”

“I saw you... you where across the street from me, looking at me. You were in a white night grown.”

“Jasper... I haven’t left Forks at all.”

“H-how did I see you then?”

“I’m not sure love, I promise though... I haven’t left.”

The line went silent, neither of us knew what to say.

“So... what are you doing at your new place?”

“Well, I started attending a local college, I’m studying philosophy. Carlisle got a job at night.”

“Oh.”

“What about you? What’re you doing?”

“Oh, I’ve decided to take a year off of school. I’ve been writing stuff, painting... it’s been nice. You should see this latest painting I made, it’s massive... I’ll send you a picture when it’s done.”

“It sounds grand...It nice to hear your voice again.”

“Yeah... it’s nice to hear your voice too. You know I was thinking... going to a creative arts school sounds really good to me right now...”

“You should do it, I’ve seen some of your work... it’s incredible.”

“Thanks love... Hey, I was meaning to ask you this in the morning but, have you heard from Edward?”

“No, he isn’t living with us.”

“Well, his bright idea of breaking up with Bella was to leave her in the woods... alone... AT NIGHT. For a vampire, Edward is the biggest dumb ass I have ever met in my entire life.”

“Wow... I don’t even know what to say... How is Bella?”

“She’s a manic depressive mess, she hasn’t left her room since she got back from the woods.”

“She hasn’t talked to you at all?”

“No, she just stares out of her window... but when she does look at me she gives me looks that aren’t exactly inviting either... She still pretty much hates my guts. I don’t know what she has to be pissed off at me about I’m the one who should be giving her death glares.”

“I don’t either...”

“I still don’t want her to be like this, she’s looking bad Jazz... it’s kinda scary.”

“Listen, I gotta go, you need some sleep... I’ll talk to you later one today... I better get my photo.” Jasper demanded playfully.

“I shall deliver my love, talk to you later.”

“Love you darlin.”

“Love you too.” I hung up a second later.

It was strange... Jasper had exactly described what had happened in my dream. I didn’t recognize the area, it looked remote though. It was confusing really, how my dreams to seem to have a power in some way. I didn’t know how though, I was a human.... nothing more than human. The Cullens seemed to be following the same pattern they did here. The area being small and remote and full of woods and cloudy. Before I faded off to sleep I thought of what I could do the next day... I could visit Leah, it had been so long since I’ve seen her. I’d have to thank Sam for getting Bella out of the woods too.

Morning had come, I felt exhausted but, I knew I couldn’t stay in the house. I had to get out, it was good for me. My painting would have to wait for it’s completion. I pulled out a tight, light grey turtle neck, black skirt, and stockings since it was probably freezing outside. I went downstairs, a huge smile was plastered on my face. For some reason, it was the happiest I had ever been these past 2 days.

“What’s got you so happy this morning?” Dad asked.

I looked around, making sure Bella wasn’t in the room.

“I got a call from Jasper... it was nice. He told me started going to college this year.”

“Oh, that’s nice. Did he say how the family is doing?”

“Oh yeah, they’re good but a bit tired. Carlisle got a job but it’s at night so his sleeping schedule is all messed up.”

“Oh yeah working nights, that’s rough.”

“Hey dad, does Harry Clearwater still live at the same address?”

“Yeah, why?”

“I was wanting to see his daughter Leah, I haven’t seen her since I was a kid.”

“That’s sounds like a great idea... have some balance between Jasper and your friends.”

“Yeah, it’ll be good for me.”

“Did you hear everything that happened last night?”

“No... what happened?”

“Bella was screaming at the top of her lungs in her sleep...”

“Oh my god... that’s horrible.”

“I’m thinking about sending her back to live with her mother... she’s scaring the hell out of me.”

“It sounds like a good idea in theory dad but... I don’t she’ll leave willingly.”

“I can try, she’s in a lot of pain right now... maybe seeing her mother will help her out.”

“Maybe...”

“You better get going, the drive is kinda long down to Harry’s.”

“Okay, I’ll talk to you later dad, love you.”

“Love you too.”

Driving down to Harry’s house had brought back memories, just like the drive down to La Push. Hopefully this time, it would go better than last time. As soon as I pulled up Harry had come out of the house, a huge smile was on his face.

“Well look who it is, Fleur Swan... I can recognize that car from anywhere.”

“Good to see you again Harry, thank you again for helping us find Bella.”

“No problem, I’d help with dad out with anything.”

“Dad? Who are you talking to out?”

“Leah, hey... it’s been a while.”

“Fleur? Is that you? The same girl I use to push in the freezing cold water when we were kids?” Leah said, her voice was filled with shock.

“Alive and in the flesh.”

Leah walked up to me, she smiled and pulled me in for a tight hug.

“It’s so good to see you again!”

“Nice to see you to, I was thinking to myself last night it was about time I make a visit down here.”

“I’m glad you did... really I am.”

“I’ll leave you two girls alone now.” Harry said, he got back inside the house.

“We have somethings to catch up on don’t we?” Leah said.

“Yeah we do.”

“Let’s go for a walk down on the beach.”

“Sure, as long as you don’t push me into the water.”

“No promises.”

We walked in silence to the beach, it was nice though. The cool wind and ocean waves was comforting.

“So... how’s everything going?” I asked.

“It’s been better...I started dating Sam in high school but... somethings happened.”

“What? Are you okay?”

“I’ll live but, Sam started dating Emily... and they’re engaged now actually.”

“What the hell... what is wrong with him.”

“I know it’s completely messed up... Speaking of Sam, before we broke up he told me you were dating someone, he told me he was a Cullen. Is that true.”

“It depends, are you going to react the same way Sam did?”

“What did he do?”

“He grabbed me by the arms and screamed in my face, I had bruises on my arms for a solid week.”

“No, I won’t do that, I promise. I do want to rip Sam’s head off even more now.”

“Yes, I am dating one of them, Jasper is his name.”

“I won’t tell you how to live your life regarding that, just... be careful.”

“I will... I was going to see Sam after this but, I don’t think I want to now.”

“Hey, don’t stop being friends with Sam just because of me. Just because I hate his guts doesn’t mean you have to as well.”

“What he did to you was messed up Leah... I would kill someone if they did that to me.”

“Just, come around more... that’ll make it up for you being friends with him.”

“I will, I promise, you should come over to my place sometime too, I’d love to have you there.”

“That sounds great Fleur, thanks.

“No problem.”

We had spent the entire day on the beach, it was beautiful. It was nice to catch up with Leah... she hadn’t changed much. She was just hurt, she felt bitter about Sam and Emily. If I was her, I would feel the same way. We made our way back to Leah’s house. Harry was sitting on the porch.

“It was good to see you again Fleur, you should come over more often.” Harry offered.

“I definitely will, you should come down to my place too, Dad’s been itching for a hunting trip.”

“Tell him I said hi, and I’m ready whenever he is.”

“I will, bye Harry, bye Leah... It was nice to be over!”

“See you later Fleur, thanks for coming by.”

“See you later.”

When I got back home, the sun had just started to set, The lights in the living room where on so I assumed dad was up.

“Hey dad I’m home!”

I didn’t get a reply, I walked in the living room and was shocked to see Bella sitting on one of the couches.

“Bella, hey...”

“Don’t even try to talk to me.”

“What, what?”

“I know this was your fault, Edward leaving.”

“Bella are you serious right now?”

“Yes I am, you never wanted to see me happy... you’re getting what you wanted now.”

“Bella... I didn’t tell the Cullens to leave, why would I do that? You do realize Edward leaving got Jasper to leave too right?”

“Oh please, you were out with him all day today don’t even lie.”

“I wasn’t Bella, I was with Leah.”

“Really? So you haven’t talked to him at all since he left.”

“No, I haven’t.” I lied.

“Whatever... just get out of my face.”

I turned and walked away... I was surprised I didn’t snap at her. My mood was exceptional today. I went out back to see if dad was there, he was. He was sitting out back on a lawn chair with a beer, staring out into the woods behind our house.

“Hey dad.”

“Hey Petal, Harry called, he said that you really helped Leah out today.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, he said she’s been pretty depressed lately and she’s been really angry too. He said that was the happiest she had been in a while.”

“That’s good... I saw Bella finally got out of her bedroom.”

“Yeah, she did. I didn’t except her to for a while, she went to school today too.”

“Oh wow, did you say anything about her going back with mom?”

“Yeah and you were right, she completely freaked out on me. She told me she was going out tonight though with her friend, Jessica.”

“Oh that’s good, she hasn’t left her room for like 4 days.”

“Has she talked to you at all?”

“No... not at all.” I lied, I didn’t want him to worry about Bella and I’s fighting for right now.

I sat out with Dad in the backyard until late tonight. When we went inside, Bella had just come back from her night out with Jessica. Bella looked like she had a crazed look in her eyes. It was kinda scary... her mood had switched so quick from earlier today. It looked like she sky dived or something. When I went to bed, I had another dream... I was in a house this time, it was clean and stylish. When I walked into another room, Jasper was there he looked up hearing my footsteps and his eyes widened. Before I could say anything however, the dream faded to black.

POV Change: Jasper’s

I was by myself tonight, Alice, Dean, Rosalie, Esme, and Emmett had all gone out hunting for the night Carlisle was at work. I sitting in my room reading some books when I heard footsteps coming near me. I looked up, a familiar pair of dark browns eyes met mine. I was in shock, I’m seeing her again... what is happening to me? Before I could ask her anything she disappeared in thin air.

#jasper hale x oc #jasper hale x reader #jasper hale #rosalie hale #edward cullen #alice cullen #esme cullen #emmett cullen #carlisle cullen

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labyrinthof-fan-fiction · 3 years ago

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Fever {1}

Series Masterlist

A/N: I rewatched the movies and had an overwhelming need to write the story in ways that I would have liked to see it play out. I am a firm Team Jacob and will be for this fic, there will be Edward bashing. If you don’t like it, don’t read it.

In regards to the wolves, I will be leaning more into the werewolf/shapeshifter mythology, rather than the Quileute storyline that Meyer wrote, I don’t feel that I would do their stories justice, and also just don't like the way Meyer handled any part of their story so I will just be playing with Meyer’s characters. If you’re interested in the Quileute histories or able to donate to their school relocation to help them move their school to higher ground, I’ve included some websites.

Quileute Nation Website: https://quileutenation.org/

Truth vs. Twilight: https://www.burkemuseum.org/static/truth_vs_twilight/facts-01.html

Move to Higher Ground Tribal School Relocation: mthg.org

Warnings: Depression, Anxiety, Abandonment

Summary: Starting in New Moon, what would have happened if Jacob imprinted on Bella? What if she would have chosen him after Edward left? What if she went to therapy?

Rating: M

Word Count: 2,049

I was cold, so fucking cold. And empty, I was empty. The trees overhead were swallowing me as the sun sank. He was gone, I was alone, he just left. He never loved me, I was just a momentary amusement. Cold was seeping into my bones as I lay on the forest floor, waiting for the sky to turn black and for the night to consume me. Rain started, it was cold.The rain started mingling with the warm tears that had rolled down my cheeks.

My world is not for you. I don’t want you to come with me. This will be the last time you see me. Goodbye, Bella. An endless loop of his voice repeated these statements in my mind. It wouldn’t stop, I just wanted it to stop. Then a voice interrupted me, “Isabella Swan? Have you been hurt? Did he hurt you?” Then warmth surrounded me.

“He’s gone, he left. I’m alone.” I groaned, burrowing into the warmth, but it wasn’t enough warmth. I needed more. He kept walking until we broke the tree line and he called out to a swarm of people. “I’ve got her!”

Charlie was yelling my name. “Bella?!” I felt his hands on my face. “I can take her.”

“Charlie?” I whimpered.

“I’m right here, baby, I’m here.” Charlie’s voice soothed.

“Charlie, I can bring her inside.” The voice murmured.

“Please, Sam, let me take her.”Sam, so that was the disembodied voice’s name. I whined as I was passed away from the warmth and into Charlie’s arms.

“I’ve got you baby, I’ve got you.” Charlie murmured, I could hear him puff his breath as we entered the house, he set me down gingerly on the couch. “Sam, blankets are at the top of the stairs, in the cupboard. Doc’s gonna check you out okay?” He asked, brushing hair out of my face, my fingers still shaking. I felt a blanket set on my shoulders, I pulled it close as Dr. Gerandy walked into my line of sight.

“Hello, Miss Swan. I’m here to do a quick check up. Just make sure you’re okay. Do you know where you are?”

“Home.” I mumbled.

“Do you know who is here?” He asked, flashing a light in my eyes.

“Charlie, Sam, and you, Dr. Gerandy.” I answered.

He smiled. “And what happened in the woods? Are you hurt?” He placed his hand on my forehead.

“I…I tried to follow after him. He just left, he doesn’t want me anymore. I’m nothing.” I mumbled.

“Bella, baby, did Edward Cullen do this?” Charlie asked, kneeling down next to me.

“He left, he’s gone. I’m alone.” Then the tears started and I couldn’t hold them back. Charlie’s arms wrapped awkwardly around my shoulders as I leaned into him.

“I’ll be back to check on her tomorrow, Charlie. I don’t see any physical injuries.” I heard Dr. Gerandy murmur before seeing himself out of the room.

“Bells, I have to let everyone know you’re okay and send them home. I’ll be right back.” Charlie murmured into my hair. I clenched my hands into his shirt for a moment, before releasing him.

I heard him call out of the house, saying his thanks and dismissing the group. As his footsteps fell on the floor the phone started to ring. He grumbled and padded into the kitchen, having the same hushed conversation with the callers. There was a pause in ringing for a minute before it began again. Charlie let out a large sigh before answering.

“Hello.” He greeted curtly. “Where? Outside the reservation? I’ll check on it, thanks.”

The phone hung up and he was dialing again. “Hey, Billy. No, she’s fine. Sleeping on the couch. Thanks for sending the boys. Look, I’ve got reports of fires on the cliffs.......Yeah, okay, and why are they doing that?” His voice was weary. “Really? Just make sure it doesn’t spread, I can’t leave her alone.....Yeah, I’ll talk to you later.” He hung up the phone then sighed. He padded around the kitchen, I heard dishes being placed in the sink before his footsteps grew closer and I heard him drop into his recliner.

“What’s going on?” I asked, his head jolted towards me. He started to stand. “Charlie, I’m okay. What’s happening, I heard you talking about fires.”

He sighed, “Just some bonfires on the cliffs. Some of the kids in La Push being rowdy.”

“What aren’t you telling me?”

His eyes met mine, “They’re celebrating.”

My brow furrowed for a moment, “They’re celebrating the Cullens leaving.” I murmured.

Charlie nodded, and sat back in his chair. He was staring at the wall, his mind somewhere else. “Bella?” He asked, in a gentle tone I don’t know if I had heard since I was small. I glanced over at him. “He left you alone, in the woods?”

I remained silent, not sure what to say. He left me, alone. And in the woods, that much was the truth. “How did you find me?”

“Your note, you left it on the table. Said you went for a walk with Edward.” Charlie murmured, worrying a piece of paper in his hand. “Then you didn’t come back. I called their house, no one answered. I called Alice, nothing. So, I called the hospital. Doc told me that Carlisle resigned.”

I closed my eyes, as tears were starting to form again. How did I still have tears left to cry? “Where did they go?”

Charlie balked, I hadn’t meant to say that. “Doc said that Carlisle took a job in Los Angeles, some big hospital, very lucrative opportunity. Didn’t Edward tell you.”

I let out a wry laugh, Los Angeles, the last place a coven of vampires would relocate to.

“Bella, I need to know, did Edward leave you alone in the woods?”

I took a breath and stared up at the ceiling. “I tried to follow him, I was on the path. Then it was dark and I wasn’t on the path anymore. I tripped. Then I heard Sam.” A sob tore through my body.

“Oh, baby, it’s alright.” I heard Charlie rise from his chair and kneel by the couch. I rolled to my side and haphazardly wrapped my arms around him. “You’ll get through this. It won’t be easy, but you will be okay.”

“Dad...” I started, my voice was so weak and I felt his arms tighten around me.

“It’s okay, Bells. I’m here.” He was rubbing small circles on my back as tears continued flowing, at some point they had to stop. They had to. I don’t know how long we stayed like that before he pulled back. “Let’s get you to bed, you can stay home tomorrow. Alright?”

I nodded, he held out his hand to help me off the couch. I walked up the stairs to my room, giving him a small good night before entering my room. I glanced at the window, expecting his shadow to darken it. I did a small turn as I looked around my room, he had left the note. That much, I knew. Which meant, he had been in the house. I opened the CD player on my dresser. It was empty. It will be as if I never existed. “No, no.” I picked up the scrapbook from Renèe, the pages that I had filled were dotted with empty frames. I felt my breathing start to shallow and I sat on my bed. The window still closed, he was gone. He didn’t want me. I sunk into the covers as the dam broke and I was swallowed whole by the tides.

I never really understood what people meant when they talked about going through the motions, at least, not until now. Six months had passed since he left. I didn’t even feel like those months existed, my only proof was the constant changing of the calendar. It was January now, that much I knew, if you asked me for the actual day, I wouldn’t have that answer. I sighed and pulled on an outfit, that Alice would be disappointed in. Maybe my poor fashion choices would summon her here. I let out a laugh and walked down the stairs for breakfast.

I sat down at the table with my usual cereal, Dad nursing his morning coffee. The circles under his eyes dark and deep. I knew those were my fault. Months of sleepless nights had worn on him, I wish I could let him sleep. I wish both of us could sleep. Silence fell in the little kitchen, silence had become common in the house.

But this morning was different, Dad’s fist hit the table. “Bella, I don’t know what to do. Something has to change, or I’m sending you to Florida with your mom.” Dad stated, a shake in his voice.

“I am home.” I snapped back, glancing up into his eyes.

“I’m sending you back, to Renèe, in Jacksonville. I...Bella...I can’t let you live like this. You don’t do anything, you just walk through the motions. I can’t let you go on like this. You can’t... Bella.”

“Dad, please, don’t.” I started, the thought of being sent back to Renèe had my heart pounding, for the first time in months I felt like I had an indicator that I was alive. “Please, I can do better.”

He sighed, “I know, Bella, but I have to do something. Bells, you’re wasting away, you’re falling behind in school, you don’t leave your room. I can’t even say you’re moping because you don’t emote enough for it to be considered moping. Dr. Gerandy recommended a therapist from Port Angeles, thought you might like her.”

I chewed on my thumbnail, being presented with the possibility of being shipped back to Renèe jostled me out of my stupor for a moment. I couldn’t go back to her, I couldn’t take care of myself, how was I supposed to take care of her again? And Phil was hurt again, so he’d be another added to my list. “A therapist might not be a bad idea.” I mumbled.

Dad’s eyes widened. “I can call, see when she has an opening. Get an appointment booked.”

I nodded, still chewing on my thumbnail.

“Bells?” He asked tentatively.

I glanced up from the table. “Dad?”

“You’re not the first to go through this kind of thing. I….” He trailed off. “I had a hard time when your mom left. I was in a bad place. It took me time, but I got through it.” He paused again, he glanced down at his coffee and took a long sip before speaking again. “You can’t waste your life waiting for him to come back. I think if I had seen someone, maybe I would have been able to get better sooner.” There was something else he was thinking, but he kept it to himself.

“I’m sorry, Dad.” I mumbled.

His eyes shot over to me, and he sat up to reach across the table to place his hand over mine. “Bella, you have nothing to be sorry about. I am sorry, that I didn’t get you help sooner. And I’m sorry that I threatened to send you back to Renèe, I’m worried about you, kid.”

“I know, let me know when you get an appointment.” I said, giving him a weak smile before standing from the table. “I’ve got to get to school, see you when I get home.”

He nodded, and took another sip of his coffee as I left the kitchen. “Love you.” I heard him whisper as I left the door. Another small smile spread across my lips and I climbed into my truck. I pulled into my parking space and took a deep breath. The past few months I had been a ghost, I wonder if they’re real too….. I shook my head and stared at Forks High. There were no shiny Volvos parked at the side with a family of too perfect teenagers grouped at the entrance. No van barreling at me. Just a bunch of normal, human teenagers walking to their first class. I joined them, but I knew I was far from a normal human teenager, but just maybe, I would get closer than I was now.

#twilight fic #new moon fic #jacob/bella #jacob black/bella swan #team jacob #jacob black #fever #the twilight saga #bella swan

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Southbound : Chapter 6

After the Cullens leave her behind, Bella is left to pick up the pieces by herself. A year after her eighteenth birthday, a split second decision lands her in her truck, running far away from everything she has ever known. She decides to go south. What will she find in San Angelo, Texas?

After Peter left, the air between us felt stagnant, cold, like a pond left uncovered in the first freeze of winter. The man in front of me didn’t smile, didn’t even fake a breath for my own comfort. I know he could feel the shard of glass slowly sinking into the pit of my stomach; the fact of its direction changing, resigning, surpassing my throat to lodge itself in my skull as a sharp ache not lost on me.

And I’m sure, not on him.

I knew Jasper. I had sat feet from him not even years before. What had changed in those aching months? What kind of lust seeped into his unbreakable bones since? This man was toothier, slumping shoulders spread wide against the settee. Who was this brother of his and why did he have Jasper now? I mean— he had explained just moments ago the short extent of Alice and his separation, but the questions were tar in my brainstem: unmoving, guilty, painful. The faint imprint memory of his hand on my knee softened the creases under my eyes. His eyes were nothing if not full of memories.

He scared the shit out of me. The worst part of me liked it.

The keys in my hand were jangling as I wrung my hands against the metal. They were ice cold from Peter’s grip and yet I never shied away from them, I rested into their cut, their steel mill scent. It’s all the comfort I had left in this unfamiliar sandy home.

“You never told me where you meant to end up, Isabella.”

The look on his face hadn’t changed from its hawk-like gaze, his mouth upturned in what was made to be sincere questioning.

My teeth seemed to buzz in my jaw as they clenched. I was stuck between trying to find the answer that made the most sense— but this far away haunted house was nowhere close to where I was headed. To be honest, I hadn’t even made a plan for my drive, the road had been a black licorice rope pulling me deeper and deeper south, its vines unswervable.

Those damn carmine irises were still on my face. My hand settled on the silver scar. “Somewhere without you— your kind.” There's a horrible dread that sinks deep into the pit of my lowest bones, down past the acid lining of my stomach. It wasn’t mine in the first place…

He smiled again. That fangy lip twitch he implemented earlier in his bedroom, his searing white canines glinting in the southern sun. Jasper did some twist of his knuckles as they rested on his denim knee, the bareness of the marble flesh punctuated.

“Do you truly think your life will not continue to be… supernatural?” He paused something big and let his lashes point away from me, his gaze settling right behind my head, “The world has never been that kind. Especially to you, Miss Swan.” The way his tongue curled around my name made something twist in my gut. Something that felt like finally breaching the top of a rollercoaster after clunking around in the seat for several minutes.

I took a breath, “No hope for me then, Mr. Cullen?”

“Whitlock, darlin. Mr. Whitlock.”

His correction was daring and quick, like a dare. The scared shitlessness was starting to turn.

“Oh?” I’m sure my eyes were the size of dinner plates served on the damn moon.

His quirk faltered as he refocused on the skin of my neck. “The Cullens aren’t the biggest fans of the ousted members keeping their name, I’m sure. Whitlock was my human name.”

My lip twitched, “Like Peter?” He did say they were brothers, it would make sense the tanner man kept it while Jasper stayed up north.

“He adopted it when I changed him in the twenties. He didn’t need to remember his own.”

The paint covering the living room walls was starting to feel warmer and warmer. There was a sort of mysticism in the air, the kind of feeling Phil said he got standing on the pitcher’s mound. This charge of electricity. And if I felt it— did the man in front of me do too?

“You changed Peter?”

A hum came from his Adam's apple. I quickly stopped staring at its vibration, focusing on my still hands. “Is that where you got that name? The ‘Major’?” My legs felt like salt blocks sat out for the new fawns.

Jasper kicked his foot out, inches from my own. “All in time, Isabella.”

Why the hell was that the question he kept dodging?

I nodded against my own snooping judgement and sat up straight, gripping the cut key again. “Peter said something about seeing my truck?” As if on cue the sound of a backfire sounding across at least an acre of dirt, the laugh of the man in question following in direct response.

He reminded me of a wilder, leaner, Emmett.

I didn't know if that was a good thing.

The blond rolled his eyes, something I would’ve passed out seeing months ago, which now just made him more and more intriguing. His hand raised without fantastical speed and made an ushering motion, inviting me silently to stand and follow him to the front door, not even twenty feet to our backs. I did as I… wasn't… told and raised to my shuffling feet, watching with barely suppressed intensity as he did the same, his shirt unbunching as his long legs swept past me. His strides were unhurried yet strong, quickly reaching the exit without me. Jasper’s slim fingers turned the knob gently and allowed the now open door to rest against his shoulder.

“I’m sure my brother will find you the moment you start walkin’. I have to get to some business caused by my early departure earlier.” My shoes scuffed the hardwood as I passed by him, the scent of firewood and malt whiskey light in the air of the threshold. I nodded again as I looked back at the giant southerner.

“So I’ll be making it back?” Half joking, half fearful the words slipped past my lips.

He smiled truly that time, his teeth hidden behind his smile. “Of course Isabella. No one plans to kill you… for as long as I can see.”

The door closed slowly as I turned away from him in only slight ease, the sound of his footsteps behind it unrecognizable. Texas dry wind called to me from the bare porch, wooden planks creaking ever so slightly underneath my weight. The world was quiet— in only a way nature could be quiet. Silence without loneliness.

Another diesel racket sounded over the slight hill in the property, some of the only patches clustered with shruby, overgrown trees.

“Bell!”

There was a smile hiding under the surface of my skin, not the least undetectable. My stride started up again as I half jogged through the crab grass and rusty dirt. It had to be almost two or three o’clock now, the sun high and bright in the cloudless sky.

Had the day gone by so fast— or so slow?

I couldn’t decide which it was. Not yet. Not now.

The baked exterior of my cab was just in sight over the small hill, somehow further away from the bare dirt trail than it had been this morning. Had the black eyed man… moved it? It didn’t run, at least not by my hand, he would’ve had to have pushed it… or picked it up.

God, Peter was starting to turn out more and more like the biggest Cullen boy by the second.

My shoes were caked in dead weeds and clay dust by the time I reached the freckled vampire— an attribute I still hadn’t made sense of. His cowboy hat was a stark black against his darkened porcelain skin. He smelt rough like a redwood forest, something private. Secluded. Peter’s hands were covered in the ink black of motor oil and grease, the solutions clinging to his perfect fingernails.

He had to be related to Jasper somehow, there's no way he wasn’t. I was sure of it.

Or maybe I was just hoping.

Silly girl.

His eyes could’ve mirrored his brother’s and I wouldn’t have noticed anything past the sight just behind him: my truck was pulled at the seams.

“Sorry bun, I think your baby might need some extra attention before it gets anywhere near a highway.” My breath was loose in my throat, air whistling behind my eyes. The transmission was the only thing complete under the hood. The engine block was propped up by a chain tied to a lone pecan tree, the rest of the assembly laid out on a blanket on the pitted ground. The well of tears hit the back of my eyes before he started to speak.

“I had to take the engine apart to diagnose the problem— something to do with some coils. It ain’t as bad as it looks, I promise, Bell.” I nodded for the fiftieth time that day, my words fleeting in the paralysing tunnel that had become my voice box. The only thing I had kept when I left was now in pieces at my feet, the soil unforgiving and rough against the cotton blanket they sat on. The downpour of fear came down my sinuses and filtered out through my spine, the tips of my fingers pulsing with thunder. Peter stood, apathetic to the storm raging through my body, his stance curling around my own slightly, as if in defense to the world around us, to the truth in front of me.

“How long will it take to fix?” My voice was weak and pitiful, stripped of its playful kick Peter initially instilled.

He twitched his shoulders in a shrug. “Could be a week or more. Maybe two.” His own speech didn’t reflect his burdening appearance. It was almost airy, a light glee hidden subtly behind the consonants.

My brain stored the small inflection for a much later time.

“You know,” he started, his massive wiped hand drawing to my shoulder, “me and the Major don’t mind some company around the house. The old thing could use some life in it while your truck gets some beauty work done.” His suggestion wouldn’t have sounded like such a question if anyone else had uttered it, but the draw of the Whitlock boys held a certain power over my otherwise powerless existence, at the moment. I wanted answers, stories, the in and outs of the clan I had called family as a younger girl.

I wouldn’t admit to anyone else my other wants.

Hell, I couldn’t even admit them to myself yet.

I made a sound in the back of my throat that made up for another nod and pursed my lips in false thought, the field stretching before me in an unwavering sea of curiosity.

“Only until she's fixed. I’ve served my time living with vampires for two lifetimes.”

There was an explosion of a laugh from Peter’s tan lips and I smiled in turn. The truck was a cesspool of terrifying possibilities, insecurities. But for right now, the horrible itch in my brain led me further into the immortal light.

The cold digits of the human drinker felt featherlight against my back as he sputtered to an airy stop. “You are truly something Bell.” My teeth poked through my lips as I looked into his face and found simple lineless skin and sandy curls. My eyes rested back on the rusted out birthday present and sighed. “Do you want any help?” It sounded almost like a plea, the time splitting me farther and farther.

He shook his head with vigor. “Baby doll, I’m not sure you’d make it go any faster.”

I had half a mind to slap him on the chest, no matter the bruising I’d sustain.

“I’m not that dimwitted.”

He sucked unneeded air through his teeth and let me go, stepping towards the hull. “Just believe me.”

I shook my head like a dumped dog and looked back towards the house, just barely noticeable at this distance. The question bounced around my stomach before it left my mouth, “What is Jasper up to?”

Peter raised a brow and picked up an impact wrench.

“I’m not sure you’d want to know.”

#southbound #my writing #jasper x bella #mine #writing #fanfiction #twilight #thetwilightsaga #twilight fanfic

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cesabutterflywrites · 3 years ago

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Moon in the Sky You Know How I Feel

Summary: A brief glimpse into Edward's mind while he hunts for Victoria after leaving Bella in New Moon Ao3

Word Count: 1006

I didn't need to rest. Vampires don't need rest.

Still I found myself-not resting-at a diner somewhere in Oklahoma. I didn't bother to check the name of the city. Not that it mattered. As soon as I was done sitting I would leave and be hundreds of miles from here.

As I did every time I took a pause from hunting, I focused on the voices of other people's thoughts. Generally I preferred giving people their privacy. My excuse for this inappropriate behavior towards the humans around me was because I was listening and looking for any mention of a certain red-haired she-devil.

Unfortunately there weren't many people out tonight. Inside the diner there were the two cooks who were thinking about how exhausted they were. There was a waitress at the cash register counting her tips in despair. There wasn’t enough to make rent this month yet. There were two old men enjoying each other's company at the bar stools. They were bantering in the way old men do.

I sat there, staring at the coffee I wasn't going to drink, and tried to convince myself that I wasn't wallowing. I wasn't brooding. I was regrouping. I was waiting for a lead.

I heard the bell above the diner entrance chime, along with a pair of giggles. I looked behind me to see who was there to get a read on their thoughts and-

"Isabel, Lorraine, what are you two doin' coming in so late?" the waitress asked. She wiped her hands off on her red apron and led the two girls to a table right next to me.

I can't let Sissy know we drank , the blonde one thought while she kept giggling.

The brunette girl-Isabel-was quieter. She must not have been as inebriated as her friend.

"We just got back from our so-called 'date'." she answered for them both. "Could we get some coffee?" she asked slowly.

Sissy-the waitress-rolled her eyes. Kids, what can ya do? "Sure thing girls. Just sit here and keep quiet okay?"

I couldn't help but stare. It was distracting. Her name was so similar. Her hair was pulled over her face in a familiar curtain. Though her skin was not as pale, her eyes were the wrong shade of brown, and her clothes were much too flashy to be like…to be like hers.

I must have been staring too long for human comfort (as well as my own comfort) because the blonde girl leaned in to whisper to her friend, "That hot guy is checking you out Bels!"

This was too much. I wasn't in Forks. I wouldn't see her again, and seeing anyone too familiar at that moment would distract me from my mission.

I laid some money on the table as I stood up to leave. I heard the girls whispering and giggling with each other as I walked by.

I was greeted by the hot humid air and the waves of chitters from the cicadas in the trees around me. The loud sound of them was barely enough to drown out the swirling thoughts in my mind.

I stared up at the moon. Full, glowing, happy in her spot in the sky. She sat there content with her stars, taking in all the sunlight to reflect back to us. She persisted through the clouds that had formed in the winter night sky.

I indulged myself in the thought of Bella while leaning against the wall of the insignificant diner. Staring up at the bright moon as if she would summon Bella to me.

I had a perfect memory of her. The sound of her voice when she'd chastise me about being curt with the Newton boy. The feel of her warm skin beneath my fingertips. The noises and murmurs from her dreams that I would never see. The first time I heard her speak to me.

I remembered the arguments we had about that hideous thing she called a vehicle. I recalled with perfect clarity how beautiful she looked in her blue dress at our school dance. I felt my fingers unconsciously reach beside me for piano keys that weren't there. Her melody was tracing my body like a ribbon.

Each vision was like a hot knife to my chest. It was for the greater good. Any pain to myself was for her benefit. She was as safe as the moon now.

She stayed in the sky. Unbothered by the agony I was in.

I wondered if this carefree moon was what she was looking at tonight. It was only 10pm in her timezone. Maybe she was sitting at her desk writing an email to her mother. Or perhaps she even got Jessica to drag her somewhere. Could she be looking at the moon and be thinking of me, too?

I would not let myself touch the memory of the last time I saw her. It would not be safe for the general public if I did. I carefully wrapped my memories back up so I could give more focus to my mission. I looked away from the watchful gaze of the moon above me, and turned back to the parking lot to go to my car.

The door to the diner opened. The girls were stumbling out, holding onto each other to keep from falling.

Isabel looked up and froze when she saw me. I couldn't help but be still myself.

Her swaying blonde friend moaned. "C'mooooon Belsy, I need to get hoooome." I feel like I'm gonna puke on cutie's shoes .

I took a step back. "Have a good evening. Be safe." I turned to hurry back to my car. I would not look back.

I would need to move south. See if I could catch a hint of Victoria in some other town.

I checked my review mirror to see the girls speaking to someone on the phone. Good, neither of them would be driving. That was safe for them.

I left the diner and the moon behind without another glance.

#Mama Cesa writes #Twilight #oneshot #Edward Cullen #Twilight Fic #Twilight Fanfic #Twilight oneshot #New Moon #New Moon fic #Canon Compliant #Edward Cullen POV #angst #Edward Cullen angst #New Moon fanfic #New Moon oneshot

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plaidbooks · 4 years ago

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A Glimpse of the Future part 4

A/N: You all have @the-baby-bookworm to thank for this--first for asking for it and second for helping me come up with panicking Sonny (when discussing part 3, she mentioned “that dick game so strong, she’d get pregnant even with birth control”). This is the finale (as far as I know, who the hell knows anymore?), so I hope you all enjoy!

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Tags: A lot of Catholic guilt

Words: 1324

Taglist: @the-baby-bookworm @beccabarba @thatesqcrush @itsjustmyfantasyroom @stardust-fray @permanentlydizzy @averyhotchner @mrsrafaelbarba @reading--mermaid @ben-c-group-therapy @infiniteoddball

Shit…SHIT! Sonny was going to freak out! Hell, you were freaking out! You sat in your car, still parked in the parking lot of your doctor’s office after a routine checkup. You ran your hand over your face. How were you going to tell him that you were…? No, maybe if you didn’t think the words, it wouldn’t be true. But that’s not how real life worked. You sighed, pulling your phone out of your purse, calling your fiancé, looking at the engagement ring sitting innocently on your left hand.

“Hey, Sonny, we need to talk….”

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You knew it was a shitty thing to do, to tell him you needed to talk when he got off work, but to not give him details over the phone. But you didn’t know what else to do, and you couldn’t tell him over the phone. No, this had to be face-to-face, and you couldn’t deal with this alone. Sonny promised to be home as soon as he could, even after you reassured him that you were safe, that you were okay. All that left was for you to sit and wait. You idly looked for houses again; you and Sonny had found a handful that seemed like a perfect fit, and now you were going over them again with a fine-toothed comb.

Finally, mercifully, you heard the key in the front door, Sonny rushing in, looking worried. He didn’t even bother taking his jacket off as he quickly made his way over to you.

“Babe, what’s wrong? What happened?” he asked, brow furrowed, concern lacing his voice.

“Well, you know how I had a doctor’s appointment today?” you started. He nodded, the creases on his forehead deepening. You took a deep breath before the words that would change your lives forever left your lips. “I’m pregnant.”

Sonny stood there, struck dumb, unmoving. He was a statute as he stared at you. “B-but you’re on birth control…how, what—?”

“Those pills aren’t 100%, babe, you know that. And I’m six weeks pregnant…it’s from our engagement night,” you whispered, your face warming as you remembered how Sonny had taken you that night, so that ‘everyone would know you were his’. Well, now they would.

The gears were turning in his head as he sat down on the couch. “Okay,” he muttered, nodding to himself. “Okay…pregnant…wow. You’re…we’re….”

“What are we gonna do, Dom?” you asked, trying to shake him out of whatever trance he was in. It was true that you both wanted kids, that this was a miracle. But you wanted to be married first, have a house. And God only knew how his family would react. You loved the Carisi’s, but all of them, Sonny included, were very Catholic. Having a baby out of wedlock was…less than ideal.

Sonny’s eyes snapped up to yours. “Have you told anyone else yet?”

“No, of course not.”

“Okay, that’s good. We just need to get married now, before anyone knows, before you start…showing,” he said, mind working quickly.

You huffed out a laugh. “Do you honestly think no one will notice how quickly we got married? Or the fact that we’ll have a baby less than nine months after our wedding?”

“Shit, no, you’re right,” he ran his hand through his hair, clearly panicking. “Fuck, I don’t know what to do, babe. I-I need to go to church, talk to my priest….”

He stood to leave, and you reached out, grabbing his wrist. “Wait, Sonny.” He stopped, looking back at you. “Please, just…before you leave, tell me you’re at least happy that we’re pregnant.” You didn’t know why it mattered so much, but it suddenly hit you that he hadn’t once shown any sort of excitement. Which was understandable with the information you had just dumped on him, but it still hurt.

Sonny stepped up to you, cupping your face in his hands. He leaned down, kissing you gently. “Of course, I’m happy that we’re going to have a child. I just…I’m a little confused right now, and I need some guidance, that’s all,” he murmured. You nodded, kissing his palm before he pulled away, heading out the door.

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It was almost three hours later before Sonny finally came home. This time, he shrugged out of his jacket, hanging it on the hook by the door, and toed his shoes off. It seemed like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, and he seemed content when he came and sat on the couch next to you.

“Did you find some answers?” you asked, leaning against his side, his arm draping around your shoulders. His fingers started trailing over your arm, and you shivered happily.

“I did. As much as I’d rather have our children when we’re ready, after we’re married and more settled down, I’m not upset that God has other plans. I mean, you were on birth control and still got pregnant; if this is God’s plan, then I, for one, won’t fight it,” Sonny smiled down at you, kissing your forehead. “Besides, I’m going to be a father.” His voice broke on the word ‘father’, and your heart strained.

You leaned up, kissing him softly. “Yes, you are. And you’re going to be the best father. Not to mention the sexiest father.” Sonny threw his head back and laughed. You waited for his laughter to subside before you asked, “what are we going to tell your parents?”

“The truth. If they can’t accept that, then that’s on them,” he said simply. The panic you felt must have shown on your face, because he added, “I’m sure they’ll understand. They accepted that your family wasn’t practicing Catholics. They’ll be ecstatic to be grandparents again.”

“They’ll think I’m some harlot who seduced their son,” you grimaced. God, were your hormones already making you crazy?

Sonny put his fingers under your chin, forcing you to look at him. “No, they won’t. My parents love you, babe, almost as much as I do. They’re gonna be over the moon, I promise. Just…let me break the news to them first.” He gave you his trademark goofy grin, and you couldn’t help but smile back at him.

“Thank you, Dom,” you whispered, so damn glad that he was the one you were going on this crazy ride with.

“Of course…now, first things’ first! We should come up with a list of names, both boy and girl, just in case, then a list of things we need to buy—”

“Sonny, baby, first we need to decide if we want to buy the house first, or have the wedding. I know you and your family want the full Catholic shindig, at that one church they all got married at—”

“St. Christopher’s.”

“—and that’s going to be a lot of money. We need to decide which is more important; the wedding or a house,” you finished.

Sonny glanced around your apartment; it was modest, not too small. A living room, a full kitchen—a must for Sonny—a guest bathroom, a spare room which was turned into an office of sorts, the master bedroom, and a master bathroom. When Bella dropped off Sonny’s niece, you mainly kept her in the living room, which was kid-proofed. And on the off chance a friend crashed for the night, they normally slept on the couch.

“Wedding first; let’s appease the family. The baby will be sleeping in our room at first, anyways. Then, we can turn the spare into a nursery,” Sonny said.

You nodded. Tears formed, but you quickly blinked them away as you thought about Sonny building a nursery, painting the walls…being a father. Something told you that you were going to be an emotional wreck this whole pregnancy. And, looking sideways at your fiancé, who was already talking about how he’d clean out the spare room, you felt incredibly lucky that he was the one you were spending the rest of your life with.

#sonny carisi x reader #law and order svu #law and order svu fanfic #fanfic #my writing #what even is this fic anymore

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eberles · 4 years ago

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i hate u, i love u

Rafe Cameron

(gif by @toesure :)

Request: A Rafe fic based on the song “I hate u, I love you” by gnash (ft Olivia O’Brien) PLEASE MAJOR RAFE VIBES 🥺💖 @fav-imagines

A/N: I wanted to cry writing this lol idk why but it hit me right in the feels!! it’s kind of all over the place, if anyone is confused by, don’t worry bc i am too!!!! lol anyways enjoy!! (this is probably the first thing ive ever written that goes with rafe’s character) bold = lyrics, italics = flashbacks

Warnings: angst, mentions of drugs, cheating, lying, toxic relationship, swearing

feelin used, but im still missin you and i cant see the end of it just wanna feel your kiss against my lips and now all this time is passing by, but i still cant seem to tell you why it hurts me every time i see you, realize how much i need you

I’ve spent months sitting in my room staring at the ceiling, and at the walls. I did a full Bella Swan from New Moon and let 3 months go by without being present for any of them. I didn’t care honestly...Even after spending all that time alone, i’m not still not healed from the heartache that was caused by him. I still miss him, his scent, his kisses, his clothes, everything. Rafe.

I went out once and he was the last person I wanted or planned to see, but of course, he was the only person I actually saw. Sure, there were other people around, but none of them mattered. Everyone else felt greyed out except for him. He was the only light I could see in those short moments. Everything felt like it was moving in slow motion, my breath hitched in my throat and it felt like there was no air left to breathe.

After months it still hurts to see him again. It hurts because I realized I still need him even after everything. I hate him. So why do I love him? The feeling of him being the only one I want, the one nobody could ever replace...it’s overwhelming and I can’t seem to shake it. But me? He replaced. It looked like it was easy from my point of view. He needed her, wanted her, and i’m not her.

i miss you when i can’t sleep or right after coffee or right when i can’t eat, i miss you in my front seat, still got sand in my sweaters from nights we don’t remember. do you miss me like i miss you? fucked around and got attached to you.

My head was consumed on thoughts of you. It was constant. Like the leaky faucet in the bathroom or the loose floorboard. Always running, always broken. I miss you. Maybe you’ll come around, but for now...I wish you were here instead. When it’s late and I can’t sleep, I think about you. When it’s early and I can’t eat, I think about you.

“Where are we going?” you giggled excitedly, grabbing my hand from across the console in my truck.

“Shh, I told you it’s a surprise baby, we’re almost there anyways.” I laughed at her giggling like a kid, she had so much excitement in her eyes. She was always ready for anything, even if it was 2 in the morning and I love that about her. I love everything about her.

“Ugh fine!” she groaned dramatically and rolled her eyes in a full circle looking up at the ceiling. “Why are we at the beach?” you didn’t even give me enough time to answer before jumping out of the truck and running towards the sand laughing the entire way to the water. Once I caught up with you, I grabbed your hands and pulled you close into my chest, kissing your forehead. When we broke apart I laid down a few blankets on the sand, noticing you were cold, I also gave you my sweater.

We stared at the stars and talked about anything and everything for hours. It felt magical. We stayed until the sun came up, watching the sunset before driving back to my house for some much needed rest.

Walking over to my closet, curious to know if that same sweater ended up back in my closet after that night. I reached in, digging around not finding anything and decided to look in my dresser instead. Of course, it was folded neatly in the drawer you used to call yours. Grabbing and shaking it out I noticed the light pieces of sand that fell from it. I brought it in to my nose wondering if it still smelt like your perfume. It did. I’m always tired lately, but never of you. Do you miss me too?

if i pulled a you on you, you wouldn’t like that shit, i put this reel out, but you wouldn’t bite that shit. i type a text then i never mind that shit, i got these feelings, but you never mind that shit. you’re still in love with me but your friends don’t know.

To Y/N: i wanna talk, i think...maybe i miss y-

*delete*

To Rafe: I miss you so much, it hurt someti-

*delete*

“Y/N...what’s going on? You’re off in never never land! Do you still miss him?” Kiara asked, gently shaking my knee to gain my attention back to the group. I looked at her and around at the rest of the pogues and put a smile on my face, shaking my head.

“Of course not, it’s been months! I’m so over him, guys. Besides even if I did, it wouldn’t matter.” I tried so hard to sound confident. I hope they bought it. Of fucking course, I miss Rafe. I’m still in love with him for gods sake. I hate that I want him.

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Sure, i’ve moved on, but I think about y/n, just about everyday. I guess for me, moving on is finding someone new, but not actually wanting anyone new. I just couldn’t bare to be alone anymore with my thoughts. I deserve better than that, personally.

“Anyways Topper, if y/n wanted me still, she would say so right?” I looked at Topper, silently hoping he would lie to me, just tell me what I want to hear, man. “If I were her, I would’ve never let me go. She’s missing out.”

“Hell yea, dude! That’s the right attitude.” Topper said, jumping up to high five me. Of course, that was the statement he was on board with. I hate that I want you.

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I haven’t been to a party in months, Kiara and Sarah thought that this would be the most fitting post-break up activity for me. Maybe meet a new guy or something. I tuned out when they were telling me about it and just agreed. What I neglected to listen to, was that it was a kook party. So now, i’m at a party alone, since my friends ditched me to dance with each other. And on top of that, I watch him watch her, like she’s the only girl he’s ever seen.

It took less than an hour of being at this party for us to end up in a room alone together.

“You don’t care! You never did!” Rafe shouted, running his hands through his hair, clearly exasperated with this conversation. I don’t even know how it started. One minute I was watching him with another girl, and the next he was hauling me off, away from everyone.

“You don’t give a damn about me, Rafe! How is it you never notice that you’re slowly killing me?” you wanted to yell back at him, to scream at him for putting you through this again, but you couldn’t. He didn’t say anything in return so you continued, “I hate you, and I hate that I love you, Rafe.” I’ve tried to move on, but even the simple thought of dating anyone but him, makes me physically ill. Why does it have to be like this?

“I don’t mean no harm, I just miss you on my arm, babe. Do you ever wonder what we could’ve been y/n?” He’s taunting me by asking dumb questions, as if I wanted this to happen, as if i’m the cause of all of this. Rafe’s the one that was closed off, not me. Of course, he switches the stories and i’m sure everyone at this damn party thinks I left him heart broken.

“You have a girlfriend, why are you even asking me that?” I was starting to get angry, I felt like he was toying with me.

He’s laughing. Of fucking course, he’s laughing at me. This is all one big fucking joke to him. “Lie to me, lie with me, get your fucking fix. Isn’t that what you always told your friends Rafe?” I was furious, how could he act that way after everything? He’s still a child though, that will never change.

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You were right. I did lie to you, multiple times. About where I was, who I was with, what I was doing. I didn’t want you to know I was such a fuck up. You didn’t deserve the pain of finding out I was lying and cheating and drugging. You did anyways though. Now all my drinks and all my feelings are all fucking mixed.

“Rafe! Come dance with me!” I downed the rest of my drink before throwing the glass down and walking away from the new girl I was seeing. I didn’t care anymore.

I don’t want you, Y/N. I shouldn’t fucking miss you. I don’t deserve to! Seeing you again is such bullshit. If you wouldn’t have shown up here, I wouldn’t have said those things to you. Sometimes you gotta burn some bridges, just to create some distance. You didn’t deserve that, I knew it, but at least now you might learn your lesson and stay away. It’s for the best, right?

I hate that I love her, but I can’t put nobody else above her.

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I wasn’t sure if I had the closure I needed, but after that particular conversation with Rafe I felt a little better. I returned to the party with my head held high and danced with my friends. I hoped he was watching me too since i’m not sure what he was trying to do by joking around at my expense. But maybe if he thinks it didn’t bother me he will know how it fucking feels.

I learned from my dad that it’s good to have feelings when love and trust is gone. I guess this is moving on. I hate you, I love you.

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#outer banks #rafe cameron #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron blurb #rafe cameron x reader #drew starkey #drew starkey imagine #outer banks imagine

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wreckofawriter · 4 years ago

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Pulled Apart

~Part 2~ ~Part 3~

Pairings: Sirius Black x reader, Regulus Black x reader, Redacted x reader and Redacted x reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety and death, swearing

Summary: Everyone is lost in the world as the man soon to be called the Dark Lord rises to power. Your parents are already ready to give their life along with your own for this man. You spend your seventh year in Hogwarts being pulled apart by the expectations for you and the hope placed in you by your childhood friend Sirius and his closest companions.

A/n: The first part to my seires! I'm going to be posting new parts once a week, there are going to be around 10 of them. I hope you guys enjoy!

The night was a pitch black, the moon hid from the horrors that had taken the earth behind layers of deep grey clouds. The stars gave no signs as they did every other night, they too were afraid. The wind came in nervous gusts which whipped through the dark robes of the pale wizard as he walked through the silent town. Not one window gave off a warm light, but that was normal in Clovelly, people were never up past midnight.

The soft footsteps on cobblestone were far too gentle considering where they were leading. A deafening stomp followed by the scream of broken glass would have been more appropriate. But things were rarely as they were seen. The man -if you could call him that much- didn’t bother knocking on the small wooden door but instead pulled a wand from his pocket and whispered a spell. The hinges which hadn’t been tended to in years creaked as they parted way for the wizard. He padded into the small entry investigating the photographs which hung on the beige walls.

The stairs were carpeted, silencing death’s warnings as he continued with his shrunken, bladeless scythe. The prey he sought was fast asleep, her deep blue eyes closed, unaware they would never re-open. The man didn’t linger in front of her bed for long, he had no intention of looking at the woman’s face for longer than necessary.

A gust of wind shook the windows, ruffling the small cat’s dark fur as it watched the windows flash green. Life was taken, yet the world spun on, it always would. Life wasn’t the world’s worry.

“Black!” You snapped stomping into the red and gold common room. No one was quite sure how you knew the passwords each week but no one dared to ask.

The called boy turned his head looking over his shoulder to see you marching towards him.

James cringed when he caught the expression on your face, “Good luck man.” he murmured moving from his spot next to Sirius on the couch to the chair across from him.

“Hey y/n,” Sirius spoke, plastering a smile onto his thin lips.

You scoffed in disgust as you placed yourself in front of him, hands on your hips, “Can you possibly keep your dick in your pants for more than a minute?” you scowled and James turned a laugh into a cough behind your back.

“Wow y/n, I didn’t know you wanted my dick too, but I mean I’m game if y- Mother fucker!” Sirius doubled over in pain clutching his soon to be bruised shin.

“I told you not to fuck around with any of my friends Black.” You said, “And yet. What do I wake up to but Pearl gushing about how she and the infamous Sirius Black are now dating.”

Sirius scrunched his nose in disgust, “What no way, Pearl and I are not dating.”

“Yeah, no shit!” You yelled smacking him upside the head with the back of your hand.

The boy moaned, rubbing his head, “Come on y/n.” He whined, “It’s too early to be abused.”

“It’s also too early to hear one of your best friend’s heart break but here we are.” You spoke, gesturing wildly around you, “I can’t believe you slept with her.”

“I told you not to mess with Pearl, Sirius.” Remus called from the top of the stairs, beginning down towards the scene you had created.

“Chime out Moony.” Sirius huffed, “This is none of your business.”

You now had your head buried in your hands, mumbling tiredly about Sirius’s absolute stupidity.

“Pearl is the really nice blonde one right?” James asked behind you and Remus nodded taking the armchair next to him.

“She sure was nice in bed,” Sirius grinned. His smirk was wiped away as the toe of your dress shoe connected with his shin again.

“I swear to Salazar, Black!” You shrieked.

Remus winced, “We’re on last names?” He whispered to James who nodded.

“She hasn’t called him Sirius yet.”

Sirius shrugged, “I told her it was only for one night, I didn’t think it would be an issue.” he explained.

“The issue is they always come to me expecting me to get them a date!” You wailed, “And then I have to break their hearts, you dumbass!”

Sirius pondered this for a moment, “Okay I can see how that would be annoying.”

You let out a sigh, “So you’ll stop sleeping with my friends then.” you questioned eyebrows raised.

Sirius frowned pouting, “But your friends are so hot.”

You threw your hands up in the air, turning to James and Remus who both shrugged giving you looks of pity. Giving up, you dropped beside Sirius on the couch.

“You’re such an asshole.” You mumbled, leaning your head onto his shoulder, blowing at the hair which fell into your eyes.

“You love me.” He chuckled, glancing down at you in amusement.

You bit your lip humming, “Do I?”

You had always hated cold weather, it didn’t help that your common room seemed to be ten degrees colder than the rest of the castle. It was nice in the summer but the winter was miserable. Goosebumps ripped up your arm as you approached the stone wall that had been submitted to memory by every green-robed student in the school.

“Purity.” You mumbled and the stones parted. You never liked Slytherins passwords, you always felt sick to your stomach as you watch some muggle-born speak horrible things against themselves simply to get to bed. Your mother had told you she thought the passwords were nothing short of adequate, fitting the house quite well. You had learned that your mother was usually wrong.

As you entered the room your eyes wandered to a group of students you knew a bit too well. The rest of the common room was empty as it always was when your meetings -or hangouts as most of the group called them- took place.

Lucious turned towards you with a sneer. “Where were you y/l/n?” He snapped, voice icy as his eyes. “You’re late.”

“None of your business Malfoy.” You replied, “You’re not my mother.”

“He kinda looks like her.” Avery laughed behind the blonde.

You cracked a grin, “Don’t insult my mother like that, even her nose isn’t that big.”

Malfoy scoffed as you placed yourself next to Avery, who always seemed a bit too close. The Black sisters glanced up at you, Narssicia with a soft smile and Bellatrix with a frown of disgust, you didn’t take it personally.

“She’s obviously been with our dreadful cousin.” The curly-haired girl spat.

You rolled your eyes with a sigh, “Where is Regulus anyway?” you mumbled hoping to move the conversation away from your whereabouts.

“He said he was going to be here in a few minutes,” Narssicia answered, her eyes returning to the book in her lap.

You nodded nervously picking at the dark polish on your nails. You hated these meetings, they made your stomach twist in knots and your heart hammer too quickly in your chest. Despite the often joking nature of the students, you each knew the other would take your life if given the order. It caused your anxiety to spike and eyes to flirt dangerously form person to person.

Your gaze lingered on Snape, the newest member of your little club. His hair was plastered down onto his pale face, lips a thin pink which seemed to be bitten raw. He felt your stare and glanced up in a silent challenge. You thanked Regulus for his timing as the common room’s door slid open.

He nodded at the few greetings he received apologizing for his tardiness and taking a seat next to you. Your heartbeat immediately calmed, the younger Blacks presence did wonders for the terrifying thoughts that clouded your head as you stared down the future murders your parents had pushed you to be friends with.

You felt yourself subconsciously leaning towards the boy, he never seemed to mind.

Bellatrix mumbled a concealing spell and the meeting began.

“So any new tasks this week?” Mcruber asked, far too excited to get something terrible done.

“Not for a while actually,” Malfoy grunted and you felt momentary ecstasy. “The old bat that runs this place knows something is up. Apparently he started his own group of fifthly mudbloods.”

Your stomach tightened.

“I don’t buy it.” The elder Black sister scoffed leaning back on the couch.

“It doesn’t matter whether you buy it or not, Bella.” Regulus drawled, rolling his eyes at his older cousin.

“We are supposed to lay low for a bit,” Lucious explained ignoring Bellatrix who made faces at her younger cousin, “My father suggested we find a different place to meet as well, this is open.”

The others nodded in agreement.

“So we are just supposed to sit here?” Avery asked, his voice holding a hint of a whine.

“Sounds like it.” Snape murmured, glancing around the table, his gaze landing on you and staying there for far too long.

You felt Regulus stiffen beside you. You looked up at the boy to see him staring straight back at the half-blood who eventually caved. Severus didn’t trust you. You knew that and so did everyone else seated around you. You just prayed that everyone would continue to consider him paranoid as they currently were. Most of them didn’t trust the half-blood himself, but you knew it was only a matter of time before he broke through their walls.

The meeting only lasted another ten minutes filled with useless questions being answered as you slowly inched closer and closer to Regulus, Snape’s stares becoming downright frightening as his eyes stayed locked on your form. It didn’t help that Avery had tried to throw his arm around your shoulder twice now. You felt trapped, like a mouse in a cage.

The third time you had to push the blonde-haired boy’s arm from your shoulders Regulus stood from his seat silencing the conversation that Lucious and Narssica had been having.

“She’s obviously not interested, so back off.” He growled, his fists tightening at his side.

Avery was taken aback by the actions of the usually quiet male, he opened his mouth to speak, shutting it quickly when he caught the glare you pointed at him. A sly smirk took his visage and he pulled up his arms in surrender, “My bad, I didn’t know she was taken.”

You scoffed, a snarl finding your face, “I’m not into you because you’re a disgusting pig, not because I’m dating someone else.”

His face grew red, anger darkening his bright eyes, “What did you just say to me bitch?” he leaped to his feet leaning towards you. You heard Narcissa gasp.

Regulus pushed the other boy squarely in the shoulders, sending him back into the couch which you had stood from, backing away quickly.

“Don’t speak to her that way.” Regulus hissed, one of his hands gripping Avery’s face roughly as he kneeled on his thigh with one leg.

Mcruber snatched Regulus’s arms pulling him away from the other boy with a warning glance. You heard Bellatrix laughing behind you, her shriek only worsening your mood.

“Let’s calm down guys, no need to kill each other,” Mcruiber spoke a palm to each male’s chest, standing between them.

“You best watch it Black.” Avery spat before shoving Mcriber away from him and storming up the stairs and slamming the door to his dorm room.

Regulus dropped his shoulders with a huff and glanced towards you in a soundless question.

You nodded, Bellatrix still cackling over your shoulder.

“So protective Reggy.” She giggled.

Your eyes turned in their sockets, “Shut up Bella.” You glanced at Regulus who had turned away from you, sitting back down on the couch. You made you way next to him hearing Mcrubier cough awkwardly.

Snape stood himself, gathering a few books which were set on the dark coffee table in front of him, “If we’re done, I’m leaving.”

He was only met with nods before he turned on his heel and made towards the common room exit.

“This makes things easier anyway, considering they weren’t invited.” Mcruiber chuckled reaching for his bag and pulling out a stack of heavy envelopes.

As he distributed the parchment you leaned into the youngest Black, “Thanks Reg.” your voice was a sweet whisper.

The boy only nodded stiffly before you backed away from him to accept the invitation from Mcruiber. You peeled open the wax not surprised to see almost illegible thin cursive writing announcing a ball two weeks from the next day.

“You’re supposed to bring a date.” Mcruiber huffed, clearly not a fan of the idea, “They have to be respectful to the setting of course.” He didn’t need to elaborate, you all knew what he meant. “Some families from France, Bulgaria, and Germany will be there as well.”

You nodded along with everyone else, eyes scanning the guest list on the back catching your family’s name along with four dozen others.

“It’s over Christmas break so if any of you are staying here then you would want to arrange something with your parents.” The brunette explained finishing his rounds and settling into his original seat.

You felt a familiar sense of dread fill you at a mention of the approaching break, ignoring the painful pressure on your chest you got to your feet bringing your hand through your hair, “I’m heading up to bed.” You stated, “I need a nap.”

A murmur of goodbyes met your ears as you turned to leave. Just as your foot met the first step leading towards the girls dorm a call pulled you back.

“What’s up Reg?’ You asked looking up at the younger boy.

He paused, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth, “You know what, it’s not important.” he muttered.

You frowned, “Alright. I’ll see you later”

He nodded, “Yeah, see you.”

You continued up the stairs, hoping sleep would wipe away the bitterness of the gathering you had just taken part in, unaware of the set of eyes that followed you until you slipped out of their view.

You let the meeting slip from your head, the words exchanged in its secrecy did nothing but trouble you. You successfully distracted yourself for three days. Tests and essays made the job easy as you plunged headfirst into the deep waters of education. The last thing you wanted was to face your mother in two weeks’ time with inadequate grades, she would have your head. You found your classes easy enough, it felt good to be like everyone else for a few moments, you were just another kid stressing over Transfiguration notes and procrastinating with your friends. It was easy to forget you were anything but another kid.

The normalness you had grown to love was ripped away from you in one cruel movement.

It was late at night, the windows creaking from heavy snowfall and harsh winds. You and a few others were pushed from the library where you had taken sanctuary with a thick book under your arm.

You headed towards the dungeons alone, the castle practically empty from the rapidly approaching curfew. Your hurried steps were cut short when a cat cut in front of you. It wasn't the raggeded Mrs. Norris you were accustomed to. Instead, you were greeted with a brown tabby, its fur neat and trimmed as it gave you an oddly familiar pointed look.

You frowned, you knew this cat. Your mind reeled as you tried to remember its origin. You gasped as the memory snapped into place, “Professor?”

The cat nodded confirming your suspicion before trotting off towards the east wing. She paused turning to look back at you.

Catching the message you picked up your pace to follow the disguised teacher. The halls were silent save the murmur of portraits and the occasional wisp of a ghost. You didn’t dare speak unsure of what was happening as you trailed through the castle until you stood in front of a massive gargoyle, its teeth bared at you in a warning.

You blink owlishly before turning back to the cat which was no longer a cat. Your professor stood in front of you, but she didn’t meet your questioning eyes only muttering a password under her breath before commanding you forwards into the now opening stairwell.

You started to climb the stone steps only for them to rotate upwards startling you into gripping the wall to your left.

Your anxiety had spiked into a near attack. You knew where this staircase led and you knew who was waiting for you. It was the matter of what he was going to say that caused your heart to rush in your chest.

The slow spiral upwards had stopped and you were opened to a circular room decorated in mumbling portraits and strange-looking artifacts.

“Ah, Ms. y/l/n.”

You pulled your eyes away from a set of strange silver instruments to meet your headmaster’s eyes.

“I’m assuming you are wondering what you are doing here at this ungodly hour.” He chuckled.

You glanced at your watch, it was only ten-thirty. You nodded anyway, “Am I in trouble professor?” you asked, trying not to sound as anxious as you felt.

He laughed again, something you found irritating as you tried not to shake in panic, “Of course not.”

You wondered how that was so obvious considering the circumstances.

“But I am afraid I am going to have to ask you for a favor.” The humor had dropped from his voice and you gulped, pressing your hands which were slick with sweat together.

The elderly man motioned for you to take a seat in front of his desk. You did so carefully, your eyes darting around you the way they were taught to when you didn’t know what was going on.

There was a breath of silence as Dumbledore peered at you over his half-moon spectacles, the portraits had stopped their conversations, and the strange ticking you had been exposed to when first entering had halted.

“I would like us to come to an agreement not to lie to each other in this conversation y/n.” He spoke pointedly, your given name sounding strange on his lips.

You nodded numbly, deciding immediately not to follow through with that accord.

He paused for a moment too long, a somber look taking his worn features, “I assume you have heard of the man who is calling himself Voldemort.”

Your eyes widened, you fought a wince, “Yes I have.” you managed to croak. Your throat felt abnormally dry.

“You also know of his large and growing number of followers don’t you?” He inquired.

You felt your back go stiff, “Yes sir.”

He licked his lips leaning back in his chair, “And we both know your family is apart of that following.”

You felt yoru breath lodge in your throat, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, professor.” you spoke so cleanly, you surprised yourself.

He glared down at you, “I thought we agreed not to lie.”

“I’m not lying, sir.” You respond like a well-trained dog.

He sighed, “Minerva was right, you are going to be hard to break.”

You did reply, your face stone, unmoving as you stared deep into midnight blue eyes.

He broke the held eye contact leaning back in his chair slightly, “Y/n, what is your relationship with Sirius Black.”

You furrowed your brows, “What does Sirius have to do with any of this?”

“Sirius has everything to do with this.”

You hesitated a moment, “We’re friends. We have been since we were young.”

“Yes, you have.” He mumbled, “And what about James Potter?”

This question only confused you more, “I’m sorry sir, if you were just going to ask me about my relationship with a list of boys I will be getting to bed.”

Dumbledore laughed loudly, the tension in the room dispersing as he mentioned for you to sit back in the seat you had risen from, “I’m offtly sorry y/n, this must all be very confusing, I suppose I should get to the point.”

“I agree.” you bit back.

His smile once again dropped, “I have started a group, an organization of sorts to help combat the actions and supporters of Lord Voldemort.”

You felt the color drain from your face.

“I brought you here today to ask if you would be willing to join us.”

Your head spun, your fingers instinctively found the skin of your forearm and pinched it to keep you in reality, “I-I’m sorry, what?” the confusion read very clearly in your tone.

“We would like you to join. Sirius fought very hard for us to offer you a spot, James seconded him and Remus was his third.” The headmaster explained, “They all believe that you would be a useful asset on our team.”

Your mouth dropped slightly and you blinked rapidly, “I’m sorry, I don’t think you understand what your asking me.”

“I am very sure I do. I was wondering if you understood.” The man said with raised eyebrows.

You licked your lips trying to organize your thoughts, “So you want me- a pureblood Slytherin- to join your anti-dark lord group?” You were very aware of the fact that you may have given up your position as a supporter, but you were too baffled to care.

“We would be asking you to be a spy.” He confirmed, “Relay information about the other side for us.”

And finally, you understood, it all came at you in a rush of dead leaves. A spy. You would be a two-faced snitch for them. An uncertain rage filled you, “You know what, I don’t think you do understand what you’re asking me.” you hissed at the man, “Because what you just asked me to do was to throw away my life.” Your voice was venom, but the man stood unmoved.

“I do realize that.” He spoke calmly.

“You don’t” you snarled, “Because if you did then you wouldn’t be asking.”

You stood to leave but was stopped in your tracks when a small boy appeared in front of you. He was a wisp of smoke, his dark hair a mess, grey eyes rimmed in red, heavy tears sliding down his plump cheeks as he cradled his hand close to his chest.

You turned back to your professor, anger bubbling in your chest, “How dare you.” you sneered your own wand out in a flash.

“Sirius told me to use it.” He replied bluntly, “He told me you would agree. But that you would need a push. I know I’m asking too much of you, but you are needed y/n. The Order needs you.”

You stood too still, your feet feeling like they were planted into cement, you had already known the answer the second he he asked, you had known it the moment you had stepped into this office.

“Do you agree to join us y/n?”

You felt numb, “I agree.”

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Beneath the Light of the Moon

A little future fic where after a late shift at the hospital, Scully comes home to sit on the porch and drink some wine with Mulder, discussing her day and hearing about his own.

I saw a poem on my timeline on Twitter and from six short lines, a fic was born. I hope you enjoy the story I have created. I love it very much. The fluff... 💙

September 2022

Scully walked into her office and sighed. The later shifts at the hospital were always harder, but she was happy with how the day had gone. Well, content anyway.

She still had an hour to go, in which she would need to finish up her paperwork, leaving notes for the doctors on call in the morning. Sitting down at her desk, she sighed as he opened a file, rereading what she had written earlier, adding notes from the day.

As she moved it, reaching for the next folder, she heard a buzzing sound, and turned to her left, seeing her cell phone light up with a message from Mulder. She smiled as she picked up the phone and opened the message.

It was a picture of the moon, a bright full moon, taken from their porch, a small portion of the drive and the magnolia trees in the bottom corner. As she stared at it, the phone buzzed with another message.

Opening it, she found a picture of their porch swing, the new pillow Faith had insisted on sitting in the middle; white with numerous rainbows upon it. She grinned at the picture and then the phone buzzed again.

A picture of the porch chairs.

Then a picture of two glasses of wine on the table between the chairs.

She smiled, about to text him and tell him she would be home soon, when a message appeared and she sighed, the poetry of the words stirring her soul and arousing her all at once.

“Come home Beautiful lady I’ve left the lights on Though the stars And the moon Are burning brightly”

She exhaled, looking back through the messages and shaking her head; that man did know how to get to her. Exhaling again, she set the phone aside, not answering him, knowing it would only prolong things and she was now eager to hurry the paperwork along and get home to drink wine with him by the light of the moon.

Her notes may have been shorter than usual, but they were thorough and contained what was needed. Placing them onto Doctor McKay’s desk, she gathered up her things, walked out the door, and smiled as she headed to her car.

The gate to the drive was open, cutting out one stop she had to take in order to reach the house. She closed it after she drove through, not wanting Bella to run out and away. Driving up and parking beside the house, she saw him sitting on the porch, the white fairy lights on and the porch light off.

Smiling as she made her way to the stairs, she glanced at the moon across the field, wanting to see the view he had been enjoying as he waited for her arrival. Looking back at him, she grinned as she walked up the stairs.

“Hello there, beautiful lady,” he said and she stepped closer to him, bending and kissing him, her hand on his shoulder.

“Hello,” she breathed against his lips, kissing him again. Pulling back, she smiled as she took off her coat and tossed it onto the porch railing. Sitting beside him, she accepted the glass of wine he handed her.

Holding it in her right hand, she held her left out to him, silently asking for his hand. He interlocked their fingers, bringing her hand to his lips and kissing it.

“How was your day?” he murmured, kissing her hand once more.

“It was okay,” she answered, taking a sip of her wine, squeezing his hand and releasing it, bringing it to rest on the arm of her chair.

“Just okay? Hmm. Give me your high and low.” She smiled as she thought of the game they played with Faith, the high and low of the day, always trying to highlight the positive over the negative.

“Let’s see…” she said, leaning back, and resting her head against the chair. “Low of my day… there was only light cream cheese in the cafeteria.”

“Oh… that is a definite low.” She laughed and nodded, taking a drink of her wine.

“And my high…” She turned her head and smiled as she looked at him. “Knowing that you were waiting here for me.”

“Gross,” he said, shaking his head as he grinned at her and she laughed softly. Turning her head, she looked at the moon and sighed happily.

“What about you? What did you two get up to today?”

“Well… we decided on a color today.”

“What? Really? That’s exciting!” Looking at him again, he nodded and smiled. “So what’s the color then?” He cleared his throat and grinned as he lifted his glass to his lips.

“All of the colors.”

She laughed, the sound of it echoing in the still, dark night. Shaking her head, she looked at him and he nodded.

“So… then no decision has been reached?”

“No, Scully. The decision is all of the colors.” He spread his hands wide and she laughed again.

Over the summer, despite the heat, they had all been working on a non-tree treehouse. It was more of a playhouse, but Faith had called it a treehouse so often, that was what it had become.

Everything had arrived in a huge kit, the wood a light colored pine with a plan to paint it when it was put together and finished. Skinner had come over a few times to help with the building of it, the house more intricate than believed when it had been purchased.

When the last screw was put in, Faith had been over the moon, clapping her hands and hugging them all before she opened the door and stepped inside.

It was a decent sized house, one that Scully could stand inside with Mulder bending only slightly. One large room was all it had, but to Faith it was like a palace, considering all the things she had wanted to put inside of it. It had a Dutch door, the top of it with a heart cut out in the middle. There were seven windows, with window boxes beneath four of them. A gabled roof extended out over a small porch with railings on three sides.

They had numerous tea parties and even a movie night with a sheet hanging on the wall to project it upon. Mulder had needed some ibuprofen the next day, the house not quite large enough for his over six foot tall body to lay in comfortably.

But Faith had loved playing in there, always rearranging the furniture she had brought inside. Trading the books from the bookcase in her room to the small one in the treehouse, back and forth as her interests changed. Little plastic chairs were sitting on the small porch and the window boxes had real plants in little plastic pots, though they did not actually grow very well, as Faith dug them up frequently, curious as to how they were doing.

It was her house, however, and they let her do what she wanted with it- within reason of course. She wanted curtains and Violet, their wonderful neighbor, surprised her one day with white ones covered in rainbow colored polka dots. She helped her hang them up and Faith had loved them. She wrote Violet a thank you note, which had made Violet cry, hugging Faith and telling her she was more than welcome.

The color of the house… that had been a never ending discussion, the color of it changing every time they thought they had it nailed down. They had gone to the hardware store and let Faith pick paint sample cards, hoping it would narrow down her options, but instead she had walked out with a huge stack of them. She had laid them all out on the living room floor, laying on her belly as she had stared at them, her concentration unwavering, as she took the decision very seriously.

A color had not yet been chosen yet, and that trip to the hardware store had taken place over three weeks ago. She had decided against some of the samples, but there were still quite a few on the floor, with no one allowed to touch them but her.

“So,” Scully laughed again. “How did she uh… narrow it down?”

“Would you like to see?”

“Absolutely.”

“Come on then,” he said, setting his glass down and standing to his feet. Reaching for her hand, he pulled her to her feet and set her glass of wine beside his on the table.

They walked down the stairs and around the house, the moon alone bright enough to light their way. He squeezed her hand and she smiled, grabbing his arm with her other hand.

Standing in front of the treehouse, he took a flashlight from his pocket and turned it on, before opening the door and gesturing for her to enter first. She smiled, ducking only slightly as she stepped inside, the beam of the flashlight revealing how the decision had been made and Scully laughed quietly as she shook her head.

All around the room, as high as Faith could reach, a different paint sample card had been taped to the wall. Clusters of colors were together, some random lonely ones, and some in a rainbow pattern. There was no rhyme or reason to it and Scully found that her usual need for organization was overpowered by the beauty in the chaos of colors.

She smiled and looked at Mulder, who was also grinning as he looked at them. He turned to her and nodded with a shrug.

“She was in and out of the house today, as I fixed the clothesline, Bella always trailing after her. I went inside to get our lunch ready and didn’t even notice the paint cards were all gone from the floor. We ate lunch and she asked if she could go back outside and I said sure. As I was finishing the clearing up, she came in with a huge smile on her face, pulling at my arm and asking me to come see something.” He grinned again as he held an ocean blue card between his fingers and then let it go. “She was so proud of herself, telling me she had finally decided on the color and wanted to show me, but I had to close my eyes before she would open the door and show me.”

“Did she lead you in?”

“She did and I one hundred percent hit my head on the way inside. Not too bad, but still…” They both laughed and she looked at the color samples again. “As I looked at them, I asked her why she chose all the colors and she said because she couldn’t choose just one and she didn’t want to make them sad and hurt the other colors feelings when they weren’t picked.” He looked at Scully and she shook her head slowly.

“That girl,” she whispered, taking a deep breath. “She has such a kind soul. So diplomatic. That’s you, through and through.” She smiled at him and he shook his head.

“No, that’s both of us,” he corrected her quietly and she smiled as she rubbed his arm. Sighing, she looked around the small room again.

“How will we ever accomplish this, Mulder?”

“Well,” he said, turning off the flashlight, and the room was plunged into darkness. He slipped the flashlight back into his pocket and pulled her close as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “I raised that question to her as well and I was told, “You can do it, Daddy. I know you can.”” He stared at her and she grinned.

“She has complete faith in you,” she quipped and he laughed softly.

“She does indeed. It’s scary sometimes, that’s for sure.”

“Why would you say that?”

“I… I just don’t ever want to let her down. To be less than in her eyes, but I know that someday, somehow, I will.”

“Mulder…” she whispered, shaking her head. “Neither of us will ever be perfect and while we strive to always do our best… there will be times when we fall short, either because of our own shortcomings or because she will find something we do to be so embarrassing.” She rolled her eyes and smiled at him. He chuckled with a nod and then sighed deeply.

“I know,” he whispered.

“But for now,” she whispered back. “You can do no wrong. You are her superhero, her helper, her confidant, her best friend. She knows that if she puts up all the colors on the wall, you will get it done. Not because she demands or expects it, but because you are her daddy and her daddy can do anything.” She smiled and he ducked his head with a smile. “Complete faith in you.”

“My Faith has faith,” he whispered and she nodded, stroking his face gently.

“She’s not the only one.” He bent his head and kissed her, her arms tightening around his neck as he lifted her slightly off the ground.

They left the little house, Mulder careful to not bump his head, and closed the door behind them. As they walked back to the porch, she took a deep breath as she grasped his hand, smiling at how happy she felt even as she imagined all the painting they would soon be doing.

“Do you want to head inside?” he asked as they walked up the stairs and she shook her head.

“Not just yet,” she said, sitting down and smiling at him.

“Then I will get us some more wine,” he said, picking up their glasses, dropping a kiss on her head, and walking into the house.

Bella came out, her tail wagging happily as she walked over to Scully, giving her a lick and nudging at her hand.

“Hey girl. How you doing, huh?” She rubbed her ears and pet her muzzle, scratching under her chin. “Did you have fun with Faithy today?”

“Mama?” She heard and turned her head to find Faith standing in the doorway, barefoot in her pajamas, a black nightgown with a sleeping rosy cheeked yellow moon and yellow and pink stars. Rubbing her eyes as she blinked in the light, she yawned tiredly.

“Hey, love. What are you doing up?” she asked as she sat up and opened her arms. Faith stepped onto the porch, climbing into her lap and snuggling close. “You should be sleeping.”

“I heard you talking and I wanted to see you,” Faith said quietly, the baby doll she had gotten for her second birthday and had loved ever since held tightly, as Scully wrapped her arms around her.

“Well, I’m glad you did. I missed you today.”

“I missed you too, Mama.” She yawned again and snuggled closer, her breathing already becoming slower. Scully smiled, rubbing her back and kissing the top of her head.

Mulder walked out, stopping in his tracks as he saw Faith on her lap. He raised his eyebrows in surprise and she smiled. Setting down their glasses of wine, he held his arms out to take Faith and put her back to bed.

Scully shook her head, happy to cuddle her for a while longer. He nodded with an understanding smile and sat down in the chair beside her.

Closing her eyes, she leaned back and situated Faith to lay against her chest. Resting her right cheek on her head, took a deep breath, breathing in Faith’s sleepy scent.

“This,” she whispered, opening her eyes and looking at Mulder. “This moment, this past hour, this is my high of the day.”

He smiled and reached for her hand, connecting the three of them. She closed her eyes again and squeezed his hand gently, wishing she could freeze this moment and stay there forever.

“Mama,” Faith breathed in her sleep and Scully smiled softly. She knew she could never truly freeze time, as much as she may want to make it happen.

Tomorrow would arrive, the sun rising and taking this night away with it, but it would be remembered; by the brightness of the moon, the richness of the red wine, the taste of Mulder’s kiss, a treehouse room full of color samples, and the warmth of the little girl in her arms.

Let tomorrow come, she thought, kissing the top of Faith’s head again and sighing a happy smile.

Tomorrow they had a wish to fulfill, with a visit to the hardware store, and a rainbow selection of paint to bring home.

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invaderdoom78 · 4 years ago

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New Moon Night part 2

“So what’s with all of the guns on the wall in the basement?” Bella asked as they sat down to eat the pizza Peter had ordered for them

“Oh, uh, I hunt vampires”

“Really?” Bella asked

“For a few years now. It’s actually how I met Aro”

“So” Bella started taking a bite of her pizza “is it hard killing vampires?”

“It varies from vampire to vampire,” Peter said “but if I get them in the heart right away with my steak gun that normally takes them out”

“Really?” Bella asked raising an eyebrow “Edward told me that vampires can only be killed by dismemberment and setting their bodies on fire”

“That’s true for some of them but if you use something that’s got witch's magic on it then it’ll kill them regardless of their, I guess, species. I could teach you how to shoot a gun if you want”

“...Yes,” Bella said, well aware that Victoria was still a potential threat to her life “uh, where should we go shoot?”

“There’s a spot out in the desert,” Peter said

“Is that legal?” Bella asked

“No idea,” Peter said taking a drink from his soda “but I’m not the only one who uses the spot”

“Ok,” Bella said ignoring the image of Edward that appeared, telling her not to do it

“You wanna pick out the gun?”

“Sure!”

With their lunch finished the two made their way back down to the basement so Bella could pick out her gun. Now Peter didn’t have the most impressive collection of firearms, a couple of shotguns, a revolver, his steak gun, and a wrangler and because of the small selection he was fully expecting Bella to choose the shotgun, especially since it was the best choice when dealing with vampires, but that wasn’t what she picked.

“Where are you two going?” Aro asked eyeing Peter as he put his shotgun and the wrangler Bella had picked out into their carrying cases

“Out to the desert to shoot some guns,” Peter said

“Did you put on sunscreen?” Aro asked already knowing the answer

“No” Peter scoffed

“Do you remember what happened last time?”

Peter did, he’d taken the twins out to shoot as well and when they got back home almost his entire face was burnt and the twins kept insisting on poking at it until it started peeling.

“It’ll be fine”

“No,” Aro said firmly

“...Fine” Peter gave in after a brief staredown with the vampire, walking over to an end table grabbing two bottles of sunscreen out of the drawer “here Bella” he handed her the smaller one

“Thanks”

Walking over to the hall mirror Bella stood in front of it as she put on the sunscreen, watching as Aro tried to help Peter put the sunscreen on his face while the hunter insisted that he could do it himself.

“There,” Peter asked once Aro was done “you happy now?”

“Very,” Aro said smiling

Turning around Bella held out the bottle of sunscreen she’d been holding and was about to set it onto the coffee table, but Aro stopped her.

“Hold on a minute, dear,” Aro said reaching out to wipe in the small amount of sunscreen she’d missed on her cheek, rubbing it in the rest of the way with a gentleness that she never expected from someone like him

Once they reached the spot in the desert Peter realized that he didn’t have any protective wear for Bella to use, so they had to improvise with a pair of Aro’s big sunglasses to protect her eyes as the vampire covered her ears with his hands and just like he did with Jane, Peter showed the young woman how to hold the Wrangler and where to position her feet before she shot at the five soda cans he’d set up; managing to nick all of them on the side.

“You’re a very good shot, dear,” Aro said resting his hand on her shoulders as Peter took the rest of them out with his shotgun

“My dad used to teach me how to shoot his gun a long time ago, but my mom found out and told him to stop”

“Did he teach you anything else?” Aro asked

“You mean like self-defense?” Bella asked setting down her gun “not really”

“Then allow me to show you,” Aro said

The vampire showed her the basics of self-defense poses, having talked Peter into being the practice dummy.

“Good” Aro praised as Bella delivered an elbow strike to Peters jaw, having enough self-control to stop herself from actually hitting her new uncle

Despite how quickly Bella was picking up on the techniques, it was quickly becoming apparent that training out in the middle of the desert probably wasn’t the best idea as it didn’t take much longer after that for Peter and Bella to become coated in sweat, so much so that it had almost completely soaked through their clothing. It was at this point that Peter decided that they should go home and get changed into something that wasn’t going to stick to their skin, both Peter and Bella hopping into the shower when they got home. Stepping out of the bathroom Peter dried his hair off with a towel as Aro sat on the edge of the bed running a brush through his long hair.

“It seems like Bella has settled in rather well,” Aro said

“Yeah,” Peter said tossing the towel at the hamper by his closet door

“I, overheard the conversation you and Bella had earlier,” Aro said as Peter crawled onto their bed

“I figured you did,” Peter said crawling up behind Aro, peppering the vampire's shoulder and the side of his neck with kisses

“We have laws that have been put into place solely to keep the existence of our kind a secret and it clearly states that vampires are not supposed to let themselves be known to humans”

“So should I be worried?

“If you hadn’t befriended Elizabeth then yes. Being what she is, the people that are associated with her and her family have immunity to our laws. Lest we risk facing a half-demon's wrath”

“Is Bella in danger then?” Peter asked resting his chin on the vampire's shoulder

“That depends,” Aro said taking hold of Peters wrists wrapping his human's arms around his waist leaning back into the embrace

“On what?”

“Whether or not the Cullens have any enemies”

“What about your lot?”

“Well if one of my guards discovers her she will be brought back to Volterra for a trial to determine whether or not she will be turned or executed” he felt Peter tense up behind him “don’t worry darling if it ever does come to that I will make sure that her life is spared and that she has a home in the castle”

“It's a good thing she wants to be turned then”

“You know, you really are so much more caring than you want people to believe” Aro hummed “it's rather sweet actually; you treating Jane and Alec as if they were your own, helping Amy through getting the polluted blood out of her, reassuring your friend Charley that she would be safe. It’s a good thing I was able to snatch you up when I did”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, darling” Aro said nuzzling Peters cheek “just thinking”

Aro untangled himself from Peter's arms and got off the bed.

“Where’re you going?” Peter asked reaching out for the vampire

“The day is still young,” Aro said softly, placing a kiss on Peter's forehead knowing what he wanted

Flopping back onto the bed Peter watched Aro walk out of the room. Groaning Peter forced himself to get off the bed and get dressed before going out to the living room where he saw Bella and Aro sitting on the couch together, the vampire brushing her semi-dry hair. Sitting in front of them was the chest he kept all of his movies in, Bella looking through his collection.

“You have any preferences?” Peter asked taking a seat on the couch with them

“I like Stephen King stuff”

“I have Stephen King, but Lizzy has The Shining and all the IT movies so I’d need to get them from her” Peter said pulling out his phone so he could ask her for the movies

“Oh” Bella started but was interrupted by the front door opening and Lizzy stepping through, holding the DVDs “you don…”

“Here,” Lizzy said tossing the cases to Peter

“Thanks, bitch” Peter said, catching them noticing how Lizzy and Bella were kinda staring at each other “that’s Bella. Bella this is Lizzy”

“Hi,” Bella said

“What’re the kids doing tomorrow?” Peter asked

“I think they’re all off,” Lizzy said, still looking at Bella like she was trying to piece some things together “why?”

“I’m trying to help Bella find a hobby”

“Cool,” Lizzy said giving Aro a two-finger salute before she left

“I’ll leave you to it then,” Aro said standing up

“Oh come on,” Peter said, grabbing the vampire's sleeve “at least watch The Shining or Misery with us. I’m sure you’ll like them”

“Alright” Aro sighed

“I’ll make some popcorn then,” Peter said standing up walking back to the kitchen, waiting for the popcorn to pop when Lizzy texted him

Demon Bitch (Lizzy)

So has Bella shown any interest in vampires?

Yeah she said she wants to be turned

And Aro told me he cant see her thoughts

That makes sense.

One of her great grandparents was either a vampire themselves or one of their parents was a vampire so that’s why she can use her mental ability as a human and why she’s so keen on being turned. The vampire part of her DNA is calling out because of how close she’s become to, who I’m assuming are the Cullens as they’re the only coven I’m aware of that live up in that area of the US. It’ll probably also make the transition and blood lust easier.

You gotta be fucking kidding me

The fuck am I supposed to do with that information

Just thought I’d let you know.

🍑💨

“Ok,” Peter said, slipping the phone back into his pocket “Lizzy’s sending me farts again!”

“You are the one that decided to befriend her” Aro called back from the couch

“You say that like it’s my fault”

“Would you rather her come and do it in the house?”

“No,” Peter said walking back into the living room with popcorn

Aro only stuck around long enough to watch Misery as while he did agree that it was a good adaptation and movie he still preferred the books. It was about midnight when Aro noticed that Peter hadn’t come back to bed yet, so he got up and walked out to the living room, spotting Peter and Bella both asleep on the couch, Peter slumped back into it, head tilted back, Bella slumped against his side.

“Oh” Aro chuckled quietly approaching the piece of furniture

Picking up the remote Aro turned off the TV before gently lifting Bella off of the couch making sure not to wake either as he moved the young woman to her temporary room, tucking her under the covers before back out and doing the same for Peter. The next morning Bella woke up more confused than Peter had, as he was used to it at this point, wondering how she’d ended up in bed when she remembered falling asleep on the couch. Kicking off the blankets Bella changed into her clothes and went out into the kitchen, looking through the fridge to see if she could find anything that she could make for breakfast when Peter came out of his room wearing his sleep pants.

“Morning” Peter yawned getting to work making himself some coffee

“Morning” Bella said, grabbing a carton of eggs “where’s Aro?”

“Taking a shower,” Peter said watching as Bella started cooking some eggs for them

Taking a seat at the counter Peter pulled out his phone, scrolling through it as he waited for the eggs to finish cooking when Aro came out of the bedroom, fully dressed and looking like he was ready to go traveling.

“Where’re you going?” Peter asked, eyeing the vampire

“I have to go back to Italy” Aro sighed grabbing his cloak out of the closet by the door

“For how long?”

“Hopefully not long” Aro said placing one hand on his humans cheek placing a kiss on the other before walking over to Bella “it was wonderful meeting you” he hugged her “take care and maybe we’ll meet again”

“Maybe” Bella said, feeling a bit saddened that the vampire was leaving so early as despite Edwards warnings about him she had grown to enjoy the vampires company

Giving Peter one more kiss Aro stepped out of the house so he could head off for Italy.

“So do you wanna go over to Lizzy’s today?” Peter asked pouring himself another cup of coffee

“Sure” Bella said as Peter grabbed a key out of the bowl by the front door

Aro called several hours after Bella had left.

“Hey” Peter said, answering his phone as he slouched on the couch watching his T.V. “how was the flight?”

“Fine” Aro sighed “though I don’t see why I was needed. This was a simple matter. How is Bella doing?”

“She’s out with Michael and the others”

“Oh good” Aro said, the smile obvious in his voice, “is she getting along with them?”

“Don’t know. I haven’t heard from her since she left” Peter said noticing Bella as she stepped into the house out of the corner of his eye “hey I gotta go Bella just came back”

“Alright, good bye, darling”

“Bye” Peter said, looking at the fading cut on Bella’s cheek “the hell happened?”

“I killed a ghoul and then Eleanor made us dinner. Here” Bella said handing Peter a tupperware container “she told me to give this to you”

“Cool” Peter said taking the container

“What have you been doing?” Alice demanded storming into the living room from the basement door “why haven’t I been able to see you and then all of a sudden I see you being attacked by that thing and now Edward thinks you’re dead!”

“Who the fuck are you and how the fuck did you get into my house!” Peter demanded, mentally going over where he’d hidden the guns on this level of the house, moving so that he was between Bella and Alice

“Alice?” Bella asked confused “what are you doing here?”

“Edwards going to the Volturi!” Alice said, eyebrows furrowed “he wants to die too”

“Realy?” Peter asked looking unamused “he breaks up with her the way he did and his first thought when he thinks she’s dead is to kill himself not, oh I don’t know, call Charlie and ask about it or even come back to investigate it himself?”

“Apparently” Alice shrugged “but we don’t have time to think about it!” Edward plans on revealing himself so the Volturi will kill him”

“Alright” Bella sighed “I’ll help”

“Wot?” Peter asked looking at Bella in disbelief

“Can you wait for me out in the car” Bella said to Alice who did what she was asked

“Ok I get it” Peter said, placing his hands on Bella's shoulders “I get it, but for the love of God don’t take him back. If he really does want to get back together with you make him work for it” he pulled her into a hug “and be careful. I have no idea what might happen over there and Aro can only do so much”

“I will”

“Call me when you get there”

“Ok” Bella said before hurrying out of the house

Bella P.O.V.

I can do this. I thought to myself as Alice tore out of Peters driveway. I can face Edward again and even if something does happen I have Peter to turn to, he knew what I had going through and I had new friends now, ones that I didn’t have to lie to about Edward or werewolves or anything that has happened to me since I got to Forks. And if worse did come I had two options one, I could agree to be turned and live in Voltera with Aro or I could tell them about Lizzy and maybe that would give me some type of immunity, for now, but that option could also bring up some issues with Edward and his family especially considering how hostile the relationship between werewolves and vampires is, I can only imagine that it might be the same with witches and demons and that could create a whole other layer of problems. Either way the next few hours would definitely prove to be interesting.

#jesus christ this took a fucking eternity to finish #peter vincent #aro volturi #bella swan #david tennant #michael sheen #fright night 2011 #twilight #vincturi #vampire x vampire hunter au #ineffable husbands au

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goldeneyedgirl · 4 years ago

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JaliceWeek20: Canon Gapfillers

What You Say

JaliceWeek20 Day 3: Canon Gapfillers

Notes: It seemed unsporting for my version of Jess and Alice not to make at least one appearance in Jaliceweek, especially since everyone is so enthusiastic about the WIP! This is kind of a missing scene that comes before Jess’s temper tantrum scene posted here. I’m not big on canon gapfillers, really, so this was the most fun way to write it and even then, I probably took liberties.

Only 2.5 to go! We’re getting close!

Takes place upon Alice’s return from Volterra in New Moon.

Rating: M-ish, I guess? NSFW, but not super graphic.

Word Count: 2,245

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“I’m sorry.”

They’re the first words she says to Jessamine when she gets back from Volterra.

When they get off the plane, Bella is pale and twitchy, and everyone is fussing around her and Edward. Maybe Jess has already put them all off, pushing interest and focus off of her and onto the human girl. Or maybe they don’t see what Alice does.

The rigidness in her stance, the way she’s holding herself so tightly, so she takes up no more space than she needs to, the blank look on her face… Alice wants to run to her side, to wrap her arms around Jess and reassure her. Draw out every that is causing the pain, tension, the fear.

Except she knows exactly what - who - caused it, and more than that, Jess isn’t in that place. Not in such a public place; she won’t be able to touch her until she’s calmed, when her gift is not stretched to the very breaking point.

So she stands as close as to Jessamine as she dares, and she stares into those golden eyes that she loves so much that are so blank yet sharp, and knows that this is not yet over; Edward might have thought Aro was their reckoning, but Alice knows for her, it is Jessamine’s hurt.

—

The drive home with Carlisle and Esme is… taunt. She answers Carlisle’s questions honestly, and halfway home, Jess takes a quiet breath and that’s good. That’s a step closer to Jess purging all the toxic emotions she’s trapped inside herself, a step closer to talking and explaining and apologising a dozen times over.

The relief Alice feels when she sees the Forks house washes over her, and then she realises what she’s done, and she cannot even look back at Jess; she knows now. Knows how afraid Alice was, knows how close she was to never coming home again.

Esme smiles gently at both of them as they troop up the stairs; light and dark, tall and small, both looking like they’re off to their own executions.

She sees the confrontation in her mind; the words are changing and a little bit muffled because of it, but it happens like this - she sits cross legged on the bed with her head bowed and she apologies. Jess rages at her, properly destroys the rocking chair, two lamps, and her closet door before storming off into her study. Then Jess will come back and hold her so tight that not a single molecule can get between then, when they are just a single entity scented of roses and salt and rain and basil, and they will curl up together on the bed like that, pressed together until the fear and the grief and the guilt slowly ebbs.

That is how it happens until it does.

Her Jess does have such a bad temper. She just can’t remember the last time it was directed at her (yes she can - ’49, Toledo. That was an ugly argument and Alice is still properly ashamed of her part in it.)

So Alice goes to take her place on the bed, on the blue floral duvet that she bullied Jess into picking out that Jess decided Alice would like best even though Alice had given her two choices she already liked equally, because that’s just how they decided things. Except, she never gets to take a seat on the bed, because Jess has changed her mind and the future is scrambled, as Jess grabs her arm and spins her around.

The rage is second to only the fear in Jess’s eyes and Alice wants to cry, wants to weep out her apologies because it was always about protecting Jessamine, never about anything else. Not about trust, not about ability, not about anything more or anything less than the fact that of everything that Alice was prepared to hand to Aro, prepared to cut down and sacrifice, Jess was never on that list.

“I’m sorry,” she manages, in a small voice, unable to tear her gaze from Jess’s.

“Sorry for what?” Jess hisses back, her eyes hard. “Sorry for running away? Sorry for lying? Sorry for deciding some human girl is worth more than yourself? Sorry for giving up the one thing that kept us safe? Should I keep going?”

Alice is shaking now, shaking with the weight of Jess’s disappointment and fear and hurt.

She grasps Alice by her shoulders and half shakes her. “Why did you do it? Why, Alice? Do you love Bella Swan that much? Edward? Are they worth that much to you? Because they sure as hell aren’t worth half as much to me as you are.

“You lied to me, Alice.”

All the fight seems to seep from Jess, and she jerks away, leaving Alice feeling like she’s been stripped bare, and quite ashamed.

“I didn’t want you to worry.” The words sound childish and feeble, not at all convincing.

“Not to worry?” Jess’s foot strikes out, and the rocking chair is kindling in the corner; at least her visions were right about one thing. “Do you know what it was like, the waiting? To know what you were walking in to? To not know if you’d ever walk out? If I’d ever see you again?”

Alice wants to crawl into her arms right now, to hide there and admit that she was terrified, terrified for Edward and Bella, and then terrified for herself and Jess. But she knew that Jessamine wasn’t in that place yet, was still letting out all her pain and fear, her gift still raw from waiting with the rest of the family, absorbing all of their pain on top of her own. The time will come when they wrap their arms around each other and Alice will murmur her fears into Jess’s ear and Jess will do everything she can to soothe them

But that will be later. For now, it is about Jess’s pain, Jess’s rage.

“You swore to me you would never lie to me, and you would never leave me. Remember?” Jess snaps, pacing the room like an agitated lioness. “Remember promising me that, Alice?”

“I do, of course,” Alice said softly.

“So why? Why did you do it?” Jess is suddenly towering over her. “Make me understand, Alice.”

“Because they’re family. Because I couldn’t stand back and let Edward die for such a stupid, senseless reason when Bella was always going to be one of us - the visions never changed. But then I thought Bella… I swear, I didn’t think I’d make it, I thought I’d just be there to help Charlie through it,” Alice whispered.

She swallowed hard. Jess was silent, watching her carefully, a judge, jury, and executioner all in one - and Alice will accept her judgement willingly.

“There was no way you could have been there. If Edward had seen any one of us, he would have revealed himself faster, and Aro would have punished all of all. If you had been there, Jess, there was no future that showed us walking away. The only chance for survival was if it was just me and Bella - even Carlisle would have died, Jess.”

“There were a million alternatives, Alice - I could have stayed in the goddamn car,” Jess said in that dangerous, low voice.

“You think there was ever a chance of you sitting in a car waiting whilst I faced the Volturi? Jess, that was never even a possibility. You couldn’t be there.” Alice was pleading now, and reached out to grab Jess’s hand.

Within a second, Jess has her pressed against the wall with her legs looped around her waist, Jess’s hand cradling the back of her head.

“Never again,” Jess says sternly.

“Never again, I promise,” Alice said breathlessly.

“Promises aren’t exactly your strongest argument right now, Miss Cullen,” Jess bites back, and then they are kissing, roughly - Jess’s kiss is harsh and unforgiving, and Alice melts into her arms, letting her love take what she needs to heal the hurt.

She lets Jess push her down onto the bed, her mouth hard and demanding as her hands dive under Alice’s clothing. For an empath, Jess has always been so physical, and it’s never been a bad thing, since she knows exactly what she’s doing. Her mouth is hot as it makes its way down Alice’s neck and when Alice gets her wits about her and reaches for Jess’s shirt, her hands are quickly pinned on either side of her head, Jess breathing, “don’t you dare move,” in her ear as her shirt and bra are torn away, Jess’s knee is between both of Alice’s legs and if this is her penance, Alice is going to go down willingly. She’s already got matching bite marks on the inside of both her thighs, overlapping from dozens of similar encounters over the years.

Jess has her stripped, except for her panties, and is staring at her with a dark but satisfied look, as her gift ripples through Alice, who arches slightly on the bed, grinding against Jess’s knee. She catches a glimpse of them in the mirror overhanging the dresser, a nearly obscene tableau of Jess hovering over her fully clothed, and her splayed across the bed in only her undergarments, grinding against Jess’s denim-clad leg.

Jess leans forward, cradling her head so gently, pulling her gift back enough for Alice to remember coherent thought, but instead of kissing her, Jess’s lips graze her ear as she whispers, firm and cold, “mine.”

And Alice is willing to agree to anything because that’s the moment that Jess strikes, her hand sliding into Alice’s panties and everyone is going to hear everything tonight, because she doesn’t even need to ask to know that Jessamine feels the same - like an exposed nerve, a cornered animal. The threat has passed, but it is also coming for them, in some kind of hazy future, and if incredibly loud sex is how they’re going to deal with that new knowledge, well, there are worse coping methods.

—

Jess lets them both leave the room when they are summoned to Bella’s meeting.

“Calling family meetings now,” she mutters, and Alice elbows her. Jessamine’s grudge holding is legendary - nothing Bella does between now and graduation will be immune to her judgement. Right now, though, with her legs feeling a little shaky and her own plans for her mate for the next day or two forming in her mind, Alice thinks the trait is cute.

Emmett starts to applaud when they both walk in, and for once Jess just rolls her eyes and high-fives him, whilst Alice primly takes a seat. Bella’s looking at the spot just beyond Alice’s left ear, her eyes quite red, so she must have been here for at least an hour, when Jess just wanted to see how loud Alice could get… Edward just looks like he’s living his worse possible day, and - already having seen why Bella has called the meeting - Alice thought it might definitely be in the top ten.

Jess sits beside her, resting her foot on the back of Alice’s chair, and Alice tries not to smirk when she feels the strands of love and lust and mischief twist their ways around her.

The vote for Bella joining the family goes just as she sees it, even ending with Edward shattering the television into three large pieces. As Bella departs and the rest of the family raise to disappear into the depths of the house, Alice leans over and rests her head against Jess’s arm.

“You know I’m going to kill Edward for putting you in danger,” Jess says conversationally.

“You have the right to be angry,” Alice agreed, nuzzling against her arm like a feline. “But you know murder would upset Esme, and wouldn’t really solve anything.”

Jess scowls, and in one motion, Alice has been lifted and settled into Jess’s lap. “A maiming then.”

Alice giggles, though she know that Jess has never made a hollow threat in her life. Her temper is legendary, and apparently Edward will be facing a reckoning with Jess as well.

“I love you,” Alice said, looking up at her love. “Never, ever doubt that every single thing I do, I do it for you. For us. Because I love you and I want to protect you, and there’s nothing that I can think of that I wouldn’t do to keep you safe and happy, Jessie.”

Jessamine closes her eyes and rests her chin on Alice’s head. “I don’t need protecting when it puts you in danger; that will never be okay with me,” Jess replies.

“And I will never be okay with you risk yourself to protect me, so I am afraid we are at an impasse,” Alice retorts cheerily, reminding them both of Maria’s visit to Calgary in ’76.

Jess rolls her eyes, but nods infinitesimally so she doesn’t have to move her head. She sighs, such a heavy sound and Alice aches to make this better, to erase the hurt completely. But she knows that will take time, and she’s never been known for her patience.

“I love you,” Alice says meekly, settling against Jess’s chest.

“I never doubted that,” Jess says mildly, and the future flutters and reforms, and Alice smiles, happy to sit quietly with Jess for awhile. Everything will be okay but, most importantly, Jess will be okay, and that’s all Alice ever wanted.

#jaliceweek20 #alice cullen #jessamine hale #jasper hale #jalice #my fic: what you say #twilight #twilight fic

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its-always-sunny-in-forks · 4 years ago

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Birch—the first of the Celtic tree symbols—for the first moon cycle in the Ogham Tree Calendar, known by celts as Beith. A symbol of new beginnings, hope, new dawns, and the promise of what’s to come. . .

Bella // Leah new moon era extended fic series. Instead of calling Billy, Charlie calls Harry about his Bella's depression over Edward leaving. Charlie knows that Leah went through something similar with Sam and hopes that the two girls can help heal each other. (insp). (read along playlist).

Hell’s Frozen Over

She’s dead. Charlie's heart bottomed out in his stomach as he saw Sam emerge from the woods behind his house, carrying a despondent Bella in his arms. The night’s fog cleared to make way for his footsteps up Charlie’s lawn, curling back in spirals as if it too knew to fear what was in his arms. She looked so impossibly small and vulnerable there. Charlie had seen enough crime scenes, even in the quiet town of Forks, Washington, to know how this ended. His daughter, barely 18, found dead in the woods. He jogged to meet them, holding his breath. He needed to feel her pulse, see her eyes flutter, anything but the lifeless corpse she was now.

“Bella!” He hoped she would respond to her name, to her father. He clutched her face in his hands for a moment, “Bella, honey, are you alright?”

“Charlie?” His heart bottomed out to his heels in relief. She was alive. He brushed a leaf or two away from her face. She was alive . . . but she didn’t look it. Her face was the palest he’d ever seen it. Her eyes were so hollow he got lost trying to find their life. She was shaking at a violent pace, vibrating in Sam’s arms. It gutted him.

“I’m right here baby.” Charlie had to choke back his emotions, his daughter needed him. He gestured to Sam to transfer her to his arms and he obliged. Charlie faltered for a brief moment, the last time he held her she was only a child, and then began a determined march toward his house. Anger fueled him with ferocious energy. Whoever had done this to his baby girl wouldn’t be alive for much longer.

“He’s gone,” a faint whisper through chattered teeth. Charlie looked down at his shell of a daughter as her fist clutched the front of his chief's jacket. He had a good idea which he she was referring to.

“We’re almost home now, honey.” He had no idea if his words or his voice were reaching her, her expression remained unchanged. Sam had opened the front door for them and Charlie carried her to the couch to lay her down, ignoring her feeble protests. He stopped at the hallway pantry to retrieve two quilts and piled them on top of her after removing her soaked jacket. He couldn’t bare to look at her like that. She hadn’t closed her eyes again but they might as well have been; they bored into the wall, not seeing anything. Her fingers clutched the quilt tentatively, as if her whole body might break into a million pieces if she exert too much force.

He turned to Sam who had followed them in, trying to scrub the image of his broken daughter from his brain, and cleared his thick throat. “Thank you, Sam.” His voice burned with sincerity as he clapped Sam on the shoulder. “Let’s send everyone home,” they both headed out the door. Charlie turned one more time and wished he hadn’t. Bella hadn’t moved, but it seemed with each passing minute her face got paler and the consciousness behind her eyes dimmed just a bit more. He shut the door behind him but the image was one he would not be able to shake for a long time.

Outside, half the town and then some had gathered. Anyone out searching for Bella had gotten word of her return and was now gathered in a small crowd in his driveway. The rain ricocheted off hoods of jackets as they all looked to him, anxious for word of his daughter’s wellbeing. He was suddenly choked up with emotion for this small and lovely town he had lived in and protected for most of his life. Everyone in front of him was there out of genuine care and concern for him and his family. He braced himself with resolve and cleared his throat once more.

“Bella is alright. I can’t thank all of you enough for what you did for me and my family here tonight.” Charlie realized he couldn’t say much more than that, Bella’s condition was still in question. He glanced at the crowd as Sam took his place next to Harry Clearwater and the La Push group. With a nod from Sam, most of them rolled out. A few Forks locals followed suit, thinning out the caravan of cars parked in front of his house. Many stayed to speak with him personally, offering their help and support. He tried as best he could to keep his face on right, but he felt a headache brew as he scrunched his brow to keep his eyes dry.

He stood in front of Harry Clearwater, the last of the search party remaining and one of his closest friends. If it hadn’t been for Harry putting out the call and bringing the La Push boys up, they might not have found Bella tonight. Charlie shuddered thinking about what could have happened were that the case, remembering all the calls he’d gotten over the summer about animal sightings in the woods. Harry took his hand and pulled him in for a gruff hug. “She's going to be okay, Charlie.” Harry pat him on the back and let him go. Charlie thanked him once more before trooping up the wet porch steps to face what was left of his daughter. He hunched his shoulders against the memories of where he’d last seen a face like hers—staring back at him in the mirror all those years ago.

Inside, the doctor was finishing his once-over of Bella who sat passively on the couch, unchanging except in position. Charlie winced before screwing up his face in the best smile he could manage as he cautiously lowered his weight on the couch next to her, scared if he disturbed her that she'd crumble to pieces. He placed a hand gently on her back before turning expectantly to the doctor.

“She's not hurt.” He heard what the doctor meant in his eyes. She’s not hurt, physically. He rose and followed the doctor to the entryway.

“Charlie, I haven’t seen a case of shock this bad in…well I haven’t. I have to be honest, I think you’re in for a long couple of days here.” He adjusted the prescription pad under his arm. “I’m writing her a prescription just in case. You don’t have to fill it, but if you find she needs it…it’s here.” He handed Charlie the folded slip. He took it, feeling numb.

“Is it true? Did they leave?” Charlie had heard the rumors churning from the crowd outside. The doctor grimaced.

“Dr. Cullen asked us not to say anything. The offer was very sudden; they had to chose immediately. Carlisle didn’t want to make a production out of leaving.”

“A little warning would have been nice,” Charlie spat the words, feeling his fists clench at his sides. He reminded himself that Dr. Gerandy was only the messenger and took a deep breath through his nose. The doctor gave him a sympathetic look.

“Yes, well, in this situation, some warning might have been called for.” He looked back toward the living room remorsefully. Charlie did not follow his stare, he didn’t want to see what he knew would be there.

One more thank you to punctuate the endless night from hell and his house and driveway were finally empty. There was nothing left out there but black rain, pounding against the windows as if to get to Bella, knowing she needed something to drown in. He started back toward the living room, not wanting to think about who else was empty. He passed by Bella, happy to see at least that her eyes were closed. Her breathing seemed even, she appeared to be asleep and for that he was glad. He knew from experience, even though he would never verbalize the vulnerability, that the pain dulled in sleep. He brushed her drying hair from her forehead. In sleep, her face almost looked normal. Almost. He could see a line where her brow furrowed, even in her sleep. He traipsed toward the kitchen and picked up the phone, dialing the familiar number.

“Hey, Billy, it’s Charlie—sorry I’m calling so—" he looked down at his watch and blinked incredulously, “—early.”

“Not at all Charlie, is Bella alright?” His voice was strained with worry. Billy loved Bella in many ways like his own daughters.

“No, she’s fine. She’s sleeping—”

“I’m so glad she’s okay Charlie, we were all so worried. You’ll let us know if you need anything okay?”

“Thanks, but that’s not why I called.” Charlie sighed. It seemed like ten years ago but it was only early evening, when the search was just beginning, that Mrs. Stanley had called him. That’s when he first heard the news. “I got a call from Mrs. Stanley, and she says that from her second-story window she can see fires out on the sea cliffs, but I didn’t really…” He didn’t really have time to do his job this evening. Nor the mental capacity. Charlie was a broken man all afternoon, not knowing if Bella was alive or dead. Some fires out in La Push were the least of his worries.

Billy chuckled, “Ah, that was our boys. They got a little over excited over the news. Cullens are gone. They’re celebrating.” His inflection grouped himself in with ‘the boys'. Charlie bristled. How could his friend be so cavalier about the loss of the best doctor in town, and the loss of his daughter’s sanity, apparently.

“Oh,” Charlie hadn’t gotten a hold of his knee-jerk anger yet, his irritation slipped into his voice. “And why are they doing that?”

“Oh, you know teenage kids. They’ll use any excuse to start a fire.” His voice let on there was more he wasn’t telling.

“Uhuh,” Charlie waited for Billy to say what he wasn’t saying.

“You know the Cullens aren’t much liked here.”

“Really?” Charlie made no illusion to hide the sarcasm in his voice now. Billy backtracked and sputtered out an apology on the boys' behalf but Charlie cut him off. He wasn’t in the mood for his friend’s patronizing act tonight. “Well don’t apologize to me, I’m surprised they got them lit at all in this weather.” They hemmed and hawed for another minute, Charlie thanked him again and hung up. He dredged back into the living room, grumbling only slightly.

“What’s wrong?” Her voice sounded wrong—hollow. Nevertheless, she was saying something. He rushed to her side.

“I’m sorry I woke you, honey.” He crouched down next to her head.

“Is something burning?” Her nose scrunched up in confusion.

“It’s nothing. Just some bonfires out on the cliffs.” He clenched his fist again. That anyone could be glad the Cullens were gone was a mystery to him.

“Bonfires?” Her voice waned in curiosity, he almost couldn’t bare this more than her not speaking at all.

“Some of the kids from the reservation being rowdy.” He frowned.

“Why?”

He looked to the floor, delaying his answer. “They’re celebrating the news.” His voice betrayed his anger. He saw the pieces connect in her head, she winced as she did.

“Because the Cullens left,” her voice was barely a whisper now. “They don’t like the Cullens in La Push—I’d forgotten about that.”

His anger flashed behind his eyes. “It’s ridiculous,” although it was only an hour before that he had sworn death on at least one of the Cullens. He looked at her, her hand clutching at her chest, eyes vacant. He did this to her.

“Bella?” He did his best to control his tone of voice. She reluctantly met his gaze. “He left you alone in the woods?”

Pain flashed in her eyes for a brief moment. “How did you know where to find me?” She asked incredulously, sitting up. She was seeming more alert by the minute, though the light wasn’t returning to her eyes.

Charlie reached into his pocket, “Your note.” He unfolded it, the paper creased where he held it in his clenched fist, checking it every five minutes to make sure it was still there. Charlie had found the note on the kitchen table when he got home from work that evening. He didn’t think too much of it at first. But after an hour, his every thought revolved around that one sentence note.

“When you didn’t come back, I called the Cullens, and no one answered,” his voice was gruff, getting lost in his remembered panic. “Then I called the hospital, and Dr. Gerandy told me that Carlisle was gone.” He didn’t add on that he sent a cruiser to the Cullens' place to make sure.

“Where did they go?”

“Didn't Edward tell you?” Her eyes flashed in pain again before she could conceal it. His burned with rage. The boy left his daughter in the woods, broke her completely, without even telling her where or why they were going.

“Carlisle took a job with a big hospital in Los Angeles. I guess they threw a lot of money at him.” He frowned. Dr. Cullen didn’t seem the type to be in it for the money. He gritted his teeth and refocused. “I want to know if Edward left you alone out there in the middle of the woods.” He practically spat the name.

She winced, shaking her head. “It was my fault. He left me right on the trail, in sight of the house… but I tried to follow him.”

His anger burned but he kept an even tone. “I’m sorry he did that to you—” before he could get the words out, she was shaking her head again, with her hands over her ears.

“I can’t talk about this anymore, Dad. I want to go to my room.”

He reached out to her, trying to put a comforting hand on her shoulder, but she scrambled off the couch and upstairs in a rush. With a sigh, he rose and lurched to the kitchen phone again, calling out of work—it was nearly the time he’d be heading out the door. His feet were heavy on the stairs, and he barely kicked his shoes off before falling into bed.

The heavy stress-induced slumber would be the only undisturbed sleep he got for a long time beyond that.

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The Ghost of You

Diavolo / f!reader / Risotto Nero | COMMISSION | 4.7K WORDS

Summary: Reader is dating Diavolo, but she is Risotto’s ex. The reader and Risotto still have feelings for eachother. Diavolo decides to be “nice” and reward/punish/threaten her by letting her spend a night with Risotto again, on the condition that he listens from the other end of the phone while they have sex. He tells Risotto what to do, ordering him to be rough with her and then degrade her for enjoying it.

WARNING!! EXTREME NSFW SCENARIO! this story includes (tw: abuse, creampies, cum marking, anal, stalking, rough sex, crying, slut shaming and a whole bunch of other nastiness.)

Two years. It had been two years since you last saw the supposed love of your life. You couldn’t count how many nights you spent with him, sitting on his lap at his desk - caressing him, only for him to bend you over and fuck you senseless from behind.

Risotto grabbed a hold of your waist, gripping your hip tightly as his other hand pushed your face down into his desk. “Dolcezza, you know I don’t like it when you tease me like that.” He whispered in your ear; voice hot and heavy. You could only gasp underneath his rough - but gentle- grasp, preparing to take him like you always do. Risotto was always gentle with you, and he knew your limits.

Everytime you were with him you lost all control. He felt like heaven, and in his arms you always felt safe. Despite his intimidating form from the outside, nobody but you knew about how versatile he was in private. He was not the “big scary man” that most people portrayed him to be or knew him by. Instead, he could be the softest Dom or the Hardest Dom in the bedroom. Regardless, he always knew how to take care of you and he had never left you unsatisfied. Nights with your beloved Risotto Nero always seemed to go the same, and though it’s been nearly two years since you last felt him - you would remember him forever.

Often times, you couldn’t help but wonder about him - what was he doing? Was he still the Capo of La Squadra? Did he have a new girlfriend? Despite your new life with the Don of Passione, Diavolo, you found yourself pondering on the thought of Risotto Nero over and over. Most days, you forgot to eat or complete daily tasks because your mind was so wrapped up with him. Only until you moaned his name out while Diavolo was fucking You did you realize that this had gone beyond a mere curiousity anymore. You missed him terribly.

Little did you know, he had missed you too.

—

Diavolo pulled your hair back as soon as he heard your mouth utter that name. His grip was tight - so tight in fact, that you were sure you’d have a few loose strands falling out.

“What did you just say, Troia?” He made sure to extenuate the last word as he whispered harshly in your ear. Gulping, you closed your eyes, hoping to avoid eye contact with him. You knew you had messed up.

“Is my cock not enough for you?” Diavolo added, his nails digging into your hips, causing crescent moons to appear into the tenderness of your skin. He was getting angry, you could tell. He thrust into you harder before landing a hard smack across your sore ass cheek. Diavolo raised his voice.

“ANSWER ME.”

You tried to catch your breath, but between him slapping you, pulling your hair, and fucking you, it was quite hard to find your bearings. Fearing that he would hit you again, you finally swallowed your saliva and spoke:

“N-No Amore. I swear I only want you—“

Another harsh slap interrupted your sentence. Tears formed in your eyes as you bit your lip, keeping quiet and hoping it was enough to not make Diavolo more upset with you.

Diavolo had given you anything you could have ever wanted. New jewelry, clothes, furniture - even the most expensive lingerie was gifted to you to wear though, that was more of a present to himself. He couldn’t understand how after all this time, you still wanted Risotto. The thought made him angry, and curious to say the least. What could Risotto Nero, the outcast, the traitor, have that Diavolo didn’t? What was he giving you that Diavolo couldn’t? Diavolo was the most powerful man in Italy, to hear that you missed scum like Risotto Nero was a direct insult to the Don.

A moment of silence passed, and diavolo finally spoke up, as an idea popped into his head.

“What’s wrong my topolina?” He asked, caressing your waist as his fingertips danced across your skin. You were shaking now, both from fear and from pain. Though Diavolo had spanked you before, he was never this hard. You could tell that your actions and emotions truly set him off and hurt him.

“I will not lie to you amore-“ you began to say, sniffing heavily as tears slipped down your reddened cheeks. “I miss risotto terribly, and if I could even see him for one more day, I could die happy.”

Diavolo looked into your eyes, he could tell just how depressed you were by this. He thought for a moment, still caressing your skin as his mind wandered.

Part of him wanted to kill you and Risotto. You were both direct threats to his anonymity and no matter how much you wanted Risotto, he could never let you go back to him. But then, another idea came into his head as his curiosity got the best of him. Relaxing his shoulders, he pulled his cock out of you, let go of your hair, and rolled you on your back, allowing for a more intimate position.

He re-inserted himself before leaning down, using the back of his hand to wipe away your tears. “I’m sorry you feel this way, Topolina. I’m sorry for acting out harshly as well. If you truly desire to see this Risotto Nero, I will grant you that wish for one day.”

As soon as he finished speaking, you looked up at him as your tears stopped. Was he being sincere? There were moments when “Doppio” took over and he became the sweetest man you ever knew, but this was different. It wasn’t doppio - it was still Diavolo. A look of genuine sincerity was plastered on his face.

“I-“ you began to say, wiping your face clear of tears as you sniffled. “Are you sure, Imperatore? You would really let this happen..?”

Diavolo eyes faltered, and for a moment you thought he was going to hit you again but- no. Instead, he sighed heavily and nodded his head as he cupped your cheek.

“I am being sincere, Bella. If you want this to happen you must promise me one thing.” He asked, looking down at you. A simple nod was all he needed to continue what he was going to say. “After your night with him is over, you are to return to me, wash yourself, and never speak of Risotto Nero again - or I will kill you both.”

A loud gulp could be heard emitting from your throat as you swallowed, but you obeyed him nonetheless. Nodding, you reached one of your hands up his arm and groped it gently as he caressed your face. “You have my word, Imperatore”

Diavolo let out a dark smirk as he kissed you on the lips and murmured a soft “buono” before continuing what you two had started. His cock was starting to soften and he wanted to make sure that you were well used before your night with Risotto. That, and he wanted his release as well.

His hips began to thrust into you once more, but you couldn’t convince yourself to finish. And You knew better than to fake an orgasm with diavolo.. the torture he would put you through was truly overwhelming.

Diavolos hand found its way to your clit where he began to rub soft- but harsh circles around the small bundle of nerves.

Oh. Oh.

He really knew how to press your buttons. Just from teasing you like this you could already feel the “non existent orgasm” approaching.

Buting tour lip, you let out a soft moan.

“A-Amore- please!” You whined as his cock hit your sweet spot, over and over. You came soon after, squeezing your walls uncontrollably around his cock and screaming his name. By this point, diavolo usually pulled out and painted your stomach/ass/thighs with his seed - but today, he stayed inside. His thrusts increased and after your high wore-off you began to get worried.

“A-Amore..?” You asked, curiosity and anxiety apparent in your tone as your nails dug Into his shoulder blades.

“Shut up Puttana. Know your place” he hissed through clenched teeth as he came inside of you, hot ropes of cum painting your inner walls.

Diavolo was careful with all things, but for one moment - he wanted to feel weak.

Pulling out of you, he watched as some of his cum seeped out of your hole. Before you could even clean yourself up, he stopped you.

“No.” He hissed.

You looked up at him, confused.

“You’re going to keep my seed inside, and then you’re going to put on some sexy lingerie, your coat, and head over to Risotto Nero’s hideout. This is your last night of freedom before I claim you forever. Make it count.”

With that, Diavolo tucked his softening cock into his expensive slacks and hurried off into the darkness of his Villa, leaving you alone.

As soon as he was out of sight, you sighed heavily. Getting up, you put on the sexiest set of Lace black lingerie that you had - you had to look good for your ex lover, after all. Pulling up the lace panties, you cringed as you felt the hot white liquid deep out from your pussy and down your inner thigh. You felt gross. How would Risotto even want to fuck you after diavolo had already desecrated you like this? You tried not to worry about it too much, and before you knew it you were dressed up and ready to go.

As you approached the large front doors of the Villa, you turned to see diavolo in his office. Leaning against the door frame, you cleared your throat.

“Behave, Topolina. I will be sending Doppio to get you at Midnight.” He didn’t even look up from his laptop screen as he told you this, so you simply nodded and headed out to the place you used to call home.

As you rode in the taxi you stared out into the streets and nightlife of Napoli. It was a truly beautiful city. The darkness of the sky and the bright lights of the city and lamp posts made you think about how many moments you spent with Risotto under these exact streets. Excitement filled up in your heart, you couldn’t wait to see him.

After what felt like forever, you finally arrived at a hidden checkpoint from which you had to walk in order to get to the La Squadra hideout. It was a tedious walk, down a sketchy alley way. You were dressed like a whore, save for the heavy black fur coat diavolo had bought for you, but that wouldn’t stop someone from stealing it right off your back. Especially because it was worth over $3,000.

Your LouBoutins clicked loudly through the rubbled alleyway streets until you bumped into a familiar face. — Prosciutto. He was smoking a cigarette as always, right outside of the doors to their hideout.

“Well well. Look what the cat dragged in.” He murmured. You blushed slightly from embarrassment.

“Is Risotto around?” You asked, cutting right to the point.

Prosciutto took a drag of his cigarette before eyeing your body up and down. He couldn’t tell what you were wearing underneath, but your bare legs, louboutins, and heavy fur coat spoke for themselves. Even though you have fixed your makeup, he could tell by the slight mess in your hair and the small black streaks on your face that you had already been through some “business”. Prosciutto was always good at analyzing things, and it didnt take much to put two and two together. He coughed for a moment, before answering you.

“Sì bella. He’s upstairs.”

You nodded and thanked him before making your way through the doors you once called home. Of course, la Squadra didn’t live there but Risotto worked himself 24/7, he was always in his office so he might as well have lived there.

Luckily, it appeared that it was only Risotto, Prosciutto and Pesci in the hideout tonight, so at least you wouldn’t have had to deal with Melone asking questions, or Ghiaccio assuming you were a whore. You climbed up the stairs and before you knew it, you were at the same familiar door that you had recognized to be Risotto’s office.

You took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.

“Venire.” you heard him say from the other side of the door, and slowly you opened. His eyes didn't deter from his paperwork, until he heard the faint sound of your heels clicking against the worn-out wooden floors. He looked up, and though his reaction remained the same - as if nothing had even happened - inside he was both relieved and anxious to see you.

Risotto got up from his desk and walked over to you. When he finally reached you, he shut the door behind you and locked it before looking down at you smaller frame. You looked up at him, eyes watery from both joy and sadness. It took a mere ten seconds for you to be in his grasp and have your mouths intertwined with one another. Risotto picked you up and walked you over to the red-leather couch he had in the corner of his office while your legs wrapped around his thick frame. The two of you didn’t break for a moment from the passionate kiss, it was almost as if you both knew, mentally, that you both needed this.

Risotto sat down on the couch and dragged you on top of him, holding your hips through the large coat to grind you against his hardening cock. Moments passed and eventually, he pulled away, cupping your face with his large hand.

“I’ve missed you, dolcezza.” he murmured.

Tears filled up in your eyes as you leaned into his touch.

“I’ve missed you too, Bello.”

The two of you stayed like this in each other's grasp for a brief moment, until Risotto’s cell phone rang. You sighed heavily, knowing that no matter the circumstance - being a hitman meant he’d have calls and orders almost constantly. He wiped away a tear of yours with a thumb, before You rolled off of him and sat on the couch patiently. Folding your hands together as you waited; the heavy metal ringtone echoed in the nearly-empty room.

Risotto fumbled with the mess on his desk for a moment before he answered the phone, only to hear a deep voice that he did not want to associate with.

“I see you’ve indulged with my little topolina, haven’t you Risotto Nero?” His voice is dark and demanding as he practically hums into the phone. Risotto chokes up. He’s not afraid of the boss, he’s just upset that he would call right now and ruin their fun. Staying silent Risotto let out a grunt as his eyes trailed to you. You were sitting there, slowly removing your coat to reveal the black lingerie you had worn for him... just like he used to enjoy. Your sensual movements were starting to get to him. You bit your lip as you groped your breasts through the lacy-black-bra, hoping to get his attention enough that he’d hang up the phone and fuck you already.

“Here’s what’s going to happen, mister Nero. You’re going to put me on speaker, and I’ll tell you what to do to that little troia of mine.” Diavolo spoke once again, he knew how uncomfortable this must have made Risotto, but Diavolo didn’t care.

Obeying, Risotto sighed and held out his phone pressing the speaker button with one of his long fingers.

You watched him intently, wondering what he was doing, until you hear a low grunt from the other end of the phone. You’d recognized that voice anywhere.

“Hello my little topolina ~ “ Diavolo hummed. Your heart sank.. why would he be calling you... he promised to let you have this one last night with Risotto before severing ties forever.

“D-Diavolo..” you stuttered, a clear look of shock on your face as you covered yourself up with your oversized coat.

“There’s no need to stutter Topolina, Go and have your fun with Mr. Nero, I am just here to listen.” He stated. You really couldn’t argue with him. Risotto flashed you a look of concern, before shrugging. You sighed heavily as you pinched the bridge of your nose.

“Grazie, Imperatore.” you hummed, though you really didn’t mean it.

Little did both you and Risotto know, Diavolo had planned for this to happen. For about a week now he was suspicious of the two of you yearning for eachother, so when La Squadra was out having dinner one night, he had Doppio set up a hidden camera in Risotto’s office. This worked out well in his favour, as he could see now what Risotto and La Squadra were after as well as see what the two of you were about to do.

From the other end of the phone, Diavolo was sitting at his desk in the darkness, looking at his laptop screen which was showing the footage of you and Risotto in your exact situation. He was happy he had done this beforehand… this would be fun, he thought.

Clearing his throat, Diavolo spoke up:

“Risotto, grab her by the hair and drag her to the floor. I want to hear how she screams.”

Appalled, Risotto looked at you as if he wasn’t going to do it. “No.” He told Diavolo harshly.

“I don’t think you understand, Bello.” Diavolo retorted, making sure to extenuate the last word. You had no idea he was watching you from the moment you arrived at the base, so hearing him call Risotto your pet word really made you wonder…

“You don’t have a choice. There’s a camera hidden In here somewhere so I expect that you’ll follow what I ask of you. If not, I will not hesitate to kill you both – especially my Topolina. It’s your choice.”

After dating Diavolo for two years, you knew better than to disobey him. You pulled off your coat fully and sat on the couch patiently, waiting for risotto to make his move. God, he was angry at this situation.

He walked back over to you and surveyed the room before pulling your hair harshly and dragging your tiny frame into the ground. You could see in his eyes that he didn’t want to do this - but he didn’t want you to die either.

Diavolo chuckled from the other end of the line.

“Buono. Now make her suck your cock, and don’t go easy on her.”

You shut your eyes as if to try and block out what Diavolo had said, but the reality couldn’t be further from the truth. Risotto pulled out his hardened 9 &½ inch member from his trousers before tapping the slick head teasingly at the corner of your mouth. Teasingly, you grabbed his long shaft and tried to stroke him, when you heard Diavolo speak up again.

“No touching. Whores like you don’t need your hands.”

You pulled away instantly, and Risotto lined up his head with your mouth before pushing in. You tried to treat it as a normal blowjob, you really did. You sucked in your cheeks as your tongue swirled around his large head, but as soon as Diavolo demanded that he fucked your throat, it was game over.

Grabbing the sides of your head, Risotto plunged the entirety of his member down your throat. Luckily, you were able to deepthrat him before so that wasn’t your concern, his toughness was. He thrusted his member into your throat, watching as you struggled to breathe and swallow. Diavolo just chuckled again from the other line of the phone.

“This is good, I love seeing how much she’s struggling to take you.”

Risotto wanted to pull away desperately, at least for a minute. Your face was turning red, tears streaming, mascara ruined - he knew this could quite frankly be deadly especially because of his size. It seemed like forever before Diavolo gave the order for him to pull out, and as soon as he did you sucked in a big breath of air and coughed.

You were crying almost uncontrollably from the sharp pain in your throat, and Risotto felt so guilty. He bent down to try and comfort you, but he was stopped once again from Diavolo.

“Don’t touch, Nero.” he hissed.

Pulling away, Risotto stood back up, watching you wipe away your own tears from your face as you waited for what to do next.

“Fuck her.”

Nodding, Risotto helped you up and brought you over to the couch. He pulled down your panties to see both your slick and Diavolo’s (now-watery) cum leaking out from you. As soon as Diavolo saw this from the camera, he laughed. “Remember who she belongs to.” was all he said.

As Risotto stripped you naked, he tried to ignore the cum seeping from you, and instead he proceeded to finger you a little bit. He knew how big he was and regardless of how wet and lubed up you were, he didn’t want to hurt you. Though, he was pretty sure he had crossed that line already.

“Turn her on all fours, she looks better that way.”

You sighed again, getting on all fours yourself instead of giving Risotto the shame of doing it.

Risotto resumed fingering you until he was told to fuck you - then and there. As he pushed inside your wet hole, he leaned down to whisper “I’m sorry” in Italian. He didn’t have to though, you knew he truly didn’t mean any of this. It both scared you and shocked you at how much power Diavolo actually had, none of his “niceness” was to be taken for granted and it certainly wasn’t free.

Risotto grabbed your waist and slid himself inside before starting to fuck you at an extremely rough pace. When you had dated him, you two rarely used this position because of how big he was - and if you did use it, he was ALWAYS careful with you to not go too rough. Immediately you started to moan from the pain and slight pleasure, although the pain was far greater this time.

From the other end of the screen/phone, Diavolo listened and watched intently. As much as he enjoyed watching you struggle like this, his sadistic tendencies got the best of him and he wanted to see you struggle more.

“Risotto, pull out.”

Obeying like a dog once again, he did as he was told. The size of Risotto’s thick cock had left your cunt gaping, and though the position had hurt you, you felt so empty without him.

“Turn her over and fuck her ass. I haven’t broken her in yet. At least if you stretch her out, it’ll be much easier for me”

Your heart sunk.

You had never had anal sex before - well, thats a lie. You did. Once. with a small dildo when you were alone and masturbating. Still, a tiny 4” dildo was much less compared to Risotto’s massive cock. He would ruin you!

“Don’t hesitate. You can go in gently, but once she's used to the feeling, go as hard as you can.”

You gulped as you laid down on the worn-out couch, trying to relax. The angle of the hidden camera was perfect from here, and from the other screen Diavolo could see your holes just fine. He pulled out his cock and began to stroke it slowly as he watched you intently.

Risotto spit on your cunt and used his fingers to spread his saliva down to your asshole, hoping to stretch it out if only just a little bit.

“Hurry before I change my mind.” Diavolo barked. He had set a rough pace already as he jerked himself off, waiting for you.

Risotto slowly pressed the head of his cock into the tight ring of muscles of your ass. He watched your face intently - trying to see any forms of discomfort though he knew that regardless, this would hurt you.

Slowly, he pushed inch by inch into your ass. Oddly, it hurt, but not enough to make you cry from the pain. Risotto slowly pulled out and then thrusted back in. this went on for a few moments before Diavolo yelled at him to hurry up.

Grabbing your legs and throwing them over your shoulders, Risotto thrusted into you at a rough pace gripping your legs hard enough to leave bruises. The feeling of his cock thrusting into you started to feel.. Really good. You trailed your fingers down to the sensitive bundle of nerves that was your clit and began to rub it slowly. All of a sudden, you could feel what felt like electricity shooting through you, and that's when you begin to realize how good this felt.

Both Risotto and Diavolol must have been satisfied too, because the phone line was silent (give or take the few grunts you could hear from your imperatore) and Risotto was banging your ass like a jack-hammer.

“Choke her. Then pull out and cum all over her.”

You could tell by the guttural growl in Diavolo’s voice that he was close.

Risotto’s personality had almost changed, Anal felt so good that he felt like it released this carnal urge in him. He didn't even hesitate to choke you as he continued to fuck you. The tips of Your fingers moved in circular motions as you rubbed your clit hard, and soon after you came.

Your eyes rolled back into your head as you screamed Risotto’s name over and over, along with Diavolo. Your moans echoed through the complex so you were sure that Prosciutto and Pesci must have heard. Risotto fucked you a little longer as you rode out your orgasm, finally ending with you squirting a stream of your juices onto Risotto’s navel area. Pulling out, Risotto stroked his cock for a few more seconds before spilling his seed all over your chest and stomach.

From the other line on the phone, you could hear Diavolo mumble “merda!” under his breath before he came (at least from what you assumed, anyway.)

Soon after, all that could be heard was the sound of the three of you panting heavily. Risotto sat back on the couch, trying to catch his breath before attempting to caress you - he always believed in aftercare.

“Doppio will be there to pick you up in twenty minutes. What you do in that time doesn’t concern me, but after (y/n) leaves, don’t ever contact my Topolina again.”

The line went flat, and Diavolo shut down his laptop, no longer interested in what you two would do. He knew you’d be ready in twenty minutes, after all, he could easily eliminate you if you didn't listen.

Diavolo grabbed some erotic rope from his closet and tossed it on the bed as he waited for your return.

Oh yes,

He was definitely going to have fun punishing you tonight.

#commission #diavolo x reader #diavolo #doppio #risotto nero #risotto nero x reader #not sfw

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