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sophsbookstore · 8 months ago

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Leclerc Family Beach Day

Charles Leclerc x reader ｡･:*˚:✧｡

Word count: 1,607

It was a perfect summer day in Monaco. So perfect in fact that the Leclerc family just had to get out and have a beach day. Charles, Y/N, their four year old son Jules, and their newly one year old daughter Ines. Charles had spent the last hour trying to figure out how to fit all of the beach toys in his Ferrari 488 pista. With the limited space in the car Y/N made the executive decision to move the family to her bigger, 5 seater car. Charles, slightly disappointed in the car change, insisted on driving.

As Charles finished loading the car, talking to a little Ines who was strapped to his chest in her baby pink bjorn. Jules runs out, crashing into a much taller Charles legs. “Hey buddy, are you excited to go to the beach with your sister?” Charles kneels down to face his son, keeping a hand on his daughter as well.

“Yes papa! Nessie will have so much fun!” the little boy cheers, jumping up and down in excitement for his baby sister.

Y/N comes out of the apartment, holding Ines’ baby bag over her shoulder, locking the door behind her as she makes her way to the car in the driveway. Charles walks over to his wife, giving her a quick kiss before taking the bag from her shoulder and placing it in the trunk, closing it, signifying the beginning of the trip.

“Are you excited mon bebe?” Y/N asks her son, scooping him up and showering him with kisses. “Yes maman!”

“Remember Jules, Nessie isn't as big as you yet. She is still very small which means she can't go as far out in the water as you can. She’ll probably stay closer to the sand with me the whole time”

“Can I still play on the sand with her?” Jules asks, looking up at his papa with big eyes.

“Of course, mon fils. I'm sure she would be so happy to play with you.”

Charles, Jules, and baby Ines walk towards the car together, Y/N giving her daughter a kiss on the head before taking her out of Charles' baby bjorn and placing her in the car seat behind the driver's seat of the car. Charles opens the passenger door for Jules, lifting the little four year old boy into his carseat, and buckling him in, Jules pretending his papa is his engineer strapping him in for a race. Charles and Y/N walk over to their respective sides, double checking that everyone is buckled, Charles starts the car and the family heads to the beach.

The drive to the beach is peaceful, light music playing in the background as Charles and Y/N listen to Jules talk about how excited for the long awaited beach day. Ines, sitting in her carseat, fighting the inevitable sleep, making little babble noises to herself.

After the fairly quick car ride, the Leclerc family arrives at the somewhat secluded part of the large Monaco beach. Charles parks the car, getting out and opening the trunk, loading as many bags on his arms as he can, trying to keep himself from making multiple trips. Y/N gets out, taking Ines, holding her to her chest as she uses her other free hand to help Jules out of the car.

The family of four makes their way down to the beach, quickly finding open seats, placing their towels down. Y/N makes herself comfortable on the chair, adjusting Ines to a comfortable position against her chest, digging through her bag to find the book she's currently reading. Charles places all the bags down, applying sunscreen to both him and Jules. The four sit for a minute, Y/N and Charles hyping up Jules for the ocean just a few meters away.

“Papa, can we go now!” the little boy cheers, staring at the ocean straight in front of him. Y/N gives Charles a nod in agreement, the driver giving his wife and daughter forehead kisses before walking with his son toward the water.

“You wanna go play in the water Nessie?” Y/N asks her daughter, who is now sleeping against her chest. “No? You wanna hang out with your maman? I think that sounds like a perfect idea”

Down by the water Charles holds his son's hand as they walk into the water, Charles not wanting his son to get swept away by a current due to his small size. Once they find themselve deep enough for Jules (the water coming up to his hips) Charles sits down to play in the water.

Jules turns to his dad, hitting his hands against the water, splashing his dad in the face. Charles moves his hand against the water, lightly splashing his son in retaliation, Jules laughing at their water fight.

“You want to go on my shoulders mon fils?” Charles asks, the little boy nodding excitedly.

Charles gets out of the water, lifting his son up and placing him comfortably on his shoulders, holding his little legs to steady him. Charles walks deeper into the water, holding his son so he can see farther out, but still staying safe with his papa.

Back at the shore Y/N is documenting the sweet moment between father and son. Holding her camera out, taking as many pictures as she can before Ines wakes up needing something. She puts her phone down, admiring the pictures, ultimately deciding on setting them as her iphone lock screen background.

A little yawn captures Y/N’s attention, the woman looks down at her daughter, now awake and staring back at her. The baby smiles at her maman, Y/N smiling back at her daughter's tiny face. “What do you say Nessie? Is it beach time?”

Y/N takes Ines’ gummy smile and little coo as a yes. Marking her page in her book and placing it back in her bag. She puts some more sunscreen on her daughter, adjusting her little sun hat before taking the girl in her arms and walking toward the beach.

“Look papa, it's maman and Nessie!” Jules cheers, Charles turning around to see his wife and daughter walking toward them. Y/N keeps Ines close to her, holding the little girl tightly as the two of them make their way to their boys.

Charles starts walking closer, taking Jules off his shoulders and placing him down in the water when it becomes safest, the boy runs to his maman, hugging her legs, looking up at his little sister in admiration. “Is Nessie ready to go in the water?” Charles coos at his daughter, taking her from his wife's arms.

Charles sits down in the water again, placing his daughter against his chest so half her body is submerged. Her face contorts, not used to the warm ocean water. Jules kneels down too, looking at his little sister, waiting to see her reaction. The little girl's face turns into a smile, her chubby legs kicking back and forth under the water with excitement.

Y/N sits down with the rest of her family, the adults talking while their kids splash around in the water. “I would call this a successful beach day Mr. Leclerc.”

“I would have to agree with you Mrs. Leclerc.” Charles says, leaning over his kids to kiss his wife. “Thank you for giving me them, for giving me this.”

“Thank you for your contribution” Y/N laughs, “I’d say we make a pretty good team”

“The best” Charles kisses his wife one more time, their attention going back to their kids.

“Maman, can Nessie and I go make a sand castle?” Jules stands up, making himself level with his parents

“Of course, I don't know how much help she’ll be but papa and I could help if you'd like?” Jules nods in excitement, taking his maman’s hand and pulling her out of the water, practically dragging her to the shore.

Charles laughs at his wife's expression, watching her get pulled away by their tiny son. “Papa, hurry up, youre so slow!” Jules yells back to his papa.

When they make it back to the shore, Jules plops himself down on the sand, digging through one of the many beach bags they brought, trying to find all of his supplies. Charles sits down across from his son, spreading his legs out against the sand, placing his daughter down in front of him so she's leaning against his stomach.

Y/N sits off to the side, taking pictures of the family, talking with her boys as her son cautiously works on the delicate sand castle. Charles cheers his son on, only helping when his son asks. Ines reaches for the castle a couple times, Charles moving back, preventing his daughter from accidentally ruining his son's hard work.

As the sun starts setting, sleep starts to hit both of the Leclerc kids, Charles starts packing up the bags, taking trips back and forth to the car, loading them all up. Y/N insisted on helping her husband but Charles insisted she stay put and relax. Y/N lays on the beach chair, both of her kids asleep in her lap. Now it's Charles' turn to capture a beautiful family moment, setting the picture as his new background as well.

Charles lifts up Jules from his wife's lap, the boy's head resting on his papa’s shoulder, Charles helps Y/N, kissing her once more as the family walk to their car, kids in hand, leaving behind a beautiful beach and a successful beach day for all.

#dad!charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x female reader #Charles Leclerc x y/n #dad!Charles Leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc fluff

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prettypinkporkchop · 2 months ago

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i just read the paul x pregnant reader and i thought what if reader was Sensitive from pregnancy and she just crying everytime someone try to say something to her..

i love your writing btw🥰🥰🥰💖💖💖

You're only three months pregnant. Three months changes a lot about you. You're so emotional and hungry. But your emotions are insane!

Both packs are at the beach along with their imprints. You're sitting in a chair, digging your feet in the sand. Renesmee and Kim are sitting on either side of you.

Leah is behind you, rubbing your shoulders. "Am I hurting you?" She asks.

"Nope." You reply.

She continues what she's doing. You watch as Paul throws the football to Sam, who's in the water.

You look over on the beach towel and see Brady eating a sandwhich. "Oh, Brady." You say.

He looks up with a mouthful. "Hmm?"

"Can you hand me a muffin?" You ask.

He nods his head and digs around for the muffins. His hands fall, and he looks upset. "Y/n, I'm sorry. There's none left." He looks at you. His eyes seem sad.

"Oh, it's okay! Don't be sad... are you sad? Did I make you feel bad?" You start to tear up and your lip quivers.

"No! I'm okay!" He stands up and then kneels down in front of you.

You start crying.

"Awe.. y/n." Leah plays with your hair.

Kim and Renesmee grab onto your hands.

"Hey, hey. All is well." Nessie says.

Brady's confused, and teen ass starts freaking out. "Uh.. Paul!" He calls out.

Paul quickly looks at you and then runs to your aid. "Watch out." He tells Brady.

Brady moves, and Paul leans in front of you. He grabs your face and wipes your tears. "My love, what's wrong?"

"Muffin.." is all you can say.

"There's no more?" Paul looks at Brady.

"No, the problem is Brady felt bad that there wasn't any left and y/n thought she made him sad so now she's sad." Kim explains.

Paul chuckles and then places a hand on your small bump. "Baby, he's okay. Everyone is okay." He cooes.

You start to relax and breathe out. You nod your head and relax in your chair.

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Seth and Collin came over to your house to watch the new Deadpool and Wolverine movie. They wanted to watch it with Paul because he has goofy ass comments during movies. Plus, everyone else bailed because they're "too busy." Yes, it hurt your feelings. Yes, you cried a bit.

"How..?" You sigh and try to twist the lid off of the bottle. "I can't open it." You groan.

"Just twist it." Collin from the other couch says.

Seth shoves him. "No! Stop." He warns.

You start getting upset. You can't open a bottle. You feel bad. You start to sniffle.

"Y/n, hand it over. It's okay. Don't cry." Seth says.

You nod your head, and tears fall off your cheeks. You hand it out, and Seth grabs it. "Paul!" Seth calls out.

Paul walks into the living room from the kitchen with the popcorn everyone asked for. He places the three bowls down on the table and sits next to you. "Baby love, what's wrong?" His hand touches your cheek, moving your face to look at him.

"I can't open a bottle. I'm weak." You sniffle.

"I'm sorry, Paul. I didn't mean to make her cry." Collin says.

"What did you say?" Paul asks sternly.

"She tried to open up a bottle and couldn't. I just said to twist it." He shrugs.

"Apologize." Paul says.

"Y/n, I'm sorry. You're not weak. I'm just super strong." He rubs your arms.

You nod your head and then lean into Paul. "Let's just watch the movie.."

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You lay in bed with Paul. He's leaning over next to you, kissing your lips over and over. "My sweet baby girl. Thank you for being perfect and carrying our baby." He smiles and rubs your stomach.

You giggle and blush. "My handsome.. you're going to be a sexy ahh dilf." You pull him back down to kiss you. His lips are soft and gently move with yours.

"I can't wait to see those tiny stretch marks. They're going to be so beautiful." He rubs your cheek.

Your smile fades. "Stretch marks.. I don't want them." You begin to cry.

Paul sighs which makes you cry harder.

"Now you're annoyed with me!" You sob.

"Baby! No, no. Not at all. I'm never mad at you. And stretch marks are a reward for having a baby. You should be happy about them. I'm going to find it hot as shit." He scrunches his nose and then rubs it against yours. He wipes your cheeks.

You sniffle and stop crying. "You mean that?"

"I never lie to you." He kisses you softly.

#twilight #jacob black #jared cameron #sam uley #embry call #paul lahote #seth clearwater #twilight wolfpack #quil ateara #leah clearwater #paul lahote x reader

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lightwing-s · 11 months ago

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𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐒

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐯 ; 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬

pairing: jason todd x fem! reader

summary: you're pregnant. somehow, your baby daddy has to find out about it.

word count: 5,6k warnings: pregnancy, mentions of abortion.

a/n: i wrote and rewrote this a lot, and I don't think this is the best I could come up with, but here it is. a lot more angst that previous episodes and I do recommend reading it while listening to The Flame by Valerie Deniz and also Give me Love by Ed Sheeran because I love how emotional that song usually makes me feel. Hope you all enjoy it ♡♡♡

reblogs and interactions are always appreciated ! ♡

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With a deep sigh, you tried to settle down your nerves. Your hands were sore. Sweaty. Tired of trying. The heaviness still lingered on your chest. The feeling of incoming doom. The air all around was thicker than you’d remembered it for, nearly making it impossible for you to breathe. And you swore to your reflection in the mirror, you were gonna make it through.

It had been three nights since the result. Two days of pain. And one single thought looming in your mind. Pregnant. You’re pregnant. You didn’t know what to do, nor what to think. Sinking into a pit of terror and despair. The idea frightened you, tore you apart. And just thinking of your future, of what was to come from now on, made your head spin.

Today, you forced yourself to forget. Pretend your life was normal, like it used to be. Not Much had changed since you had taken the test three days ago, but to you it felt like everything was different.

You had skipped the gym the last couple of days, the first time doing it since you could remember, scared to face anybody and them finding out, but also too anxiety stricken to even leave your bed. You felt cramps, but also your stomach turning. You felt nauseous, but you weren’t sure if it was due to your newfound condition, or if it was the anxiety acting out.

Nessie had called, and you gave her some excuse that your boss needed you elsewhere. Another city. A quick work trip, you’d be back soon. At work, you told them you had caught some contagious disease you found on google, and they let you off for the entire week. Thankful for a relatively full pantry, you survived for two days on your own, but you sure couldn’t manage to eat much anyway.

You’ve never lived worst days. You were sure of that. Fear fills you to the brim. Sadness eats you up from the inside. And because of that, you felt even worse. There are so many people who dreamed of being where you were now, of getting a positive. So many have struggled for this. And here you were, ungrateful for yours. But you never wanted it in the first place. Not now, not like this. It didn’t follow your plan. It wasn’t perfect.

It wasn’t long ago that you were graduating college. And as of this moment, you were a mere assistant, not even a proper writer or a journalist yet like you’ve dreamed since you were little. An assistant. The bottom of the food chain, with still a lot to grow and harvest in your career. You neither had the finances, the stability, nor the time and mental capacity to be raising a baby on your own.

Because you would be raising it on your own, wouldn’t you? Your baby daddy would just disappear, like many others you’ve heard about. He would pack his things and disappear. He would live his life, continue with being young, having fun, while you were left to fend for yourself and your kid. All alone.

Would you even tell him? Should you even tell him?

Three nights. Three nights of torture. Of overthinking the future and sulking in your bed, your pillow drenched with your tears. You knew you’d go crazy if you kept that going for too long. So, finding some bit of courage, some tiny little ounce of determination, you left your bed that morning ready to forget. Ready to clear your mind, to make it think straight. And then, you wished, you would know what to do.

You showered, ate, did your skincare and put on makeup, and went for a walk around the park. But you just had to step out of your apartment to find someone who made you think instantly of him. Running back inside and leaving your raven haired neighbor staring confused at you, you made a beeline to the bathroom, dropping your entire breakfast in the toilet.

You had to tell him, hadn’t you? You had to tell Jason. It was the right thing to do, right?

So, here you were. Back at the gym you’d quit a month ago in favor of another. All because of your last encounter. You thought it was the best to be done, remove him entirely from your life so you could be free again. If only you had known then where you’d be a month later, you’d have laughed at the irony the world was throwing at you. You still remembered the times he’d come, praying he didn’t have them changed for some reason. Maybe he wanted to avoid you too. Maybe he had quit. Please, God. Be on my side, only for today.

It had been, perhaps, a full hour since you arrived. Roy had greeted you with a large smile, asking if you were back for good. You couldn’t match his enthusiasm, offering him a poor excuse of your own smile instead. All this time, you couldn’t complete a full set, never mind finish an entire exercise. Your body trembled, not answering you. Too exhausted. The heaviness on your chest helped in weighing you down and making every effort insufficient.

The weights you had tried to use now stood on your feet. Crooked, disordered, unorganized. Then, you found yourself looking at your reflection in the mirror. Your eyes were red and swollen. Your lips were dry and exposed some nervous bite marks you’d been taking off them. There were a few pimples on your forehead, and you had bags under your eyes. In the corner of the mirror, too stood the reflection of the one you’d been looking for.

He chatted with another man. It wasn’t Roy, by the darker hair color and shorter size. Yet it was a face you recognized, but failed to name. Jason looked happy, smiling as he spoke excitedly about something you did not know about. Were you really ready to tell him? Were you okay with ceasing his happiness?

Your eyes lingered on him for longer, and eventually, his eyes found yours. His smile was quickly replaced by a frown. An air of disgust and anger. His tongue poked his cheek, and he rolled his eyes at you. Turning around, he decided that facing the other direction was much better than facing you. Now, his broad back was all you were left to stare at.

You felt the nausea return. Leaving your things behind, you rushed to the restroom. He hated you. He hated you and he was fucking right for it. And what were you thinking? Telling him he was going to be a father, to your baby above all, at the fucking gym?

After dumping your stomach in the toilet once more, you wanted to get out of there. Collecting your things and shoving them inside your bag, you headed out. However, in good old fashion, you felt a body stop as it came in contact with someone else’s. You didn’t have to look up to know who it was. Eyeing you from above, Jason started to apologize before he could recognize who you were, proceeding to roll his eyes again. You excused yourself, still looking away from him, and his demeanor changed from anger to worry.

“Yn, are you alright?” he inquired, reaching for your arm. You felt your eyes start to burn, the tears finding their way back, and the nausea only got worse. Running past him, all you managed to say was a quick “I’m fine,” before disappearing.

You arrived at his building straight away, using the faint memory of the directions that remained in your brain from the night he brought you here. You were still clad in your gym clothes, not caring to stop at home first, nor remembering to actually do it. But it was fine, because you didn’t sweat anyways. You couldn’t even finish one full exercise in the hour or so you were there.

So you waited. You waited on the opposite sidewalk, thinking back to the first time you came here. It was almost two months ago, or maybe more, you don’t remember exactly. It seemed longer, though. It all seemed longer. Longer than two months. Longer than three days. It all seemed like an eternity.

The sun waved goodbye on the horizon, hiding between Gotham’s skyline. The weather started to shift, as the warmth of summer slowly gave place to the strong winds and the coolness of the autumn days. The breeze made you wish you had brought a coat or something to keep you warm, the thin gym clothes you wore doing nothing to help you. And so, your body shivered.

Shivered from the cold. Shivered from the fear. The agony you’d so desperately tried to keep away returning back to you. If you went up. If you knocked on his door. If you talked to him, there was no pretending anymore. There was no hiding facts you so wished you could. There was no fighting reality.

A lump formed in your throat, and you tried to swallow it away, to no avail. Your breath, your hands, your legs, your all trembled. Fighting to keep yourself up when all you wanted was to fall down, to curl up under your covers and hide from the world. From the truth.

You thought back to the days when things were easier. To your days at the park, playing around with your friends, the hem of your jeans always dirty from mud, dust or paint. You remembered the days all you had to do was study, your chores, and your drawings. Reading books from sunrise to sundown, or for the entire night. Of when responsibilities didn’t follow you everywhere, and the perspective of the future didn’t break you down.

You thought of your parents. Of how mad they would get. There was always a path to them, a way to follow. A way to live your entire life. Just like they had done theirs. Any step out of that line often led you to trouble. ‘You have to get married to a good and respectful husband. One that will care and provide for you. And then, when the time is right, God will give you children to raise, just like he did to me and your father,’ your mother would tell you. ‘There’s nothing more shameful than a single mother’, were once the words of your father. And the thought of what they’d do to you once they found out had your tears rolling down faster than you could hold them in.

An old lady passed by you, asked if you were okay. You lied, like you’d been doing for the past few days. You weren’t one for lying, never was, and suddenly it was all you did. “Oh dear,” she cooed, and embraced you in an unexpected hug, before her tiny pomsky pulled her away.

Grey took over your surroundings, like one of those movie filters that left everything somber. A single headlight of a motorcycle let you know he was finally here. That the time of truth was upon you. You watched him park his motorcycle like a creep. Hidden in a dark corner, away from his sight. He had showered at the gym, and now wore a different outfit. Sweatpants and a hoodie.

He looked comfortable. You clearly weren’t. He looked happy. Opposite to you. Were you ready to take all that away from him? To curse him to the same pain and anxiety you were feeling now?

But you couldn’t do it alone. You couldn’t. You needed him. You needed him. You needed him by your side. You need someone, something. Something to tell you everything would be okay. Gathering up all your courage, every bit you could find within yourself, you took one step out of the sidewalk.

A deep breath taken before entering the building, you walked in without ceasing to cry. Each step you took up the stairs was heavy. Heavier than when you were drunk, and heavier than the day you left. Each step was a gulp. Each gulp was a scream inside your brain telling you to turn around. About two or three times along the way you stopped to look down, and wondered what would be of you if you’d just ran away.

In your mind, you counted each and every step. An attempt to clear it of thought. It obviously didn’t work. Your legs shook and your breathing faltered with the last steps you took to reach the sixth floor. The tears had dried, leaving your skin cold to the touch. You moved on automatic. Everything else you did a blank stain in your memory.

It was the feeling of the hardwood under your knuckles that brought you back to reality. The hollow sound it made woke you up, showing you’d made it to his door. Your breath got stuck in your throat, and you felt like you could vomit.

He took his time to answer the door. And you wondered if it was a sign to turn around. To leave. But your feet wouldn’t move, even if you screamed at them to do so. The ruffling inside the apartment made your heart jump, beating hard in its place. Your breathing halted, trapped in your larynx, as the tears started rapidly falling down again.

When he opened the door, it was like time had stopped. He assessed you through narrow eyes, still angry at you. You didn’t blame him, not at all.

“They run from you twice and still come right back,” he hissed. His voice was hoarse and monotone, and his eyes found yours in a blank stare. The corners of your mouth fell. Your chin trembled. And had to avert your eyes from him otherwise you’d start sobbing all over again. “Yn,” he called, and his voice didn’t show the hate or disgust anymore. It was worried. It felt pain. Softer and watchfull. “What happened?”

You took a deep breath, swallowing down the tears. Trying so hard to keep them in, but the drops that fell beside your sneakers on the floor were a testament of how your body had stopped responding to you a long time ago. Your shoulders shook, and Jason went from worried to desperate. He didn’t know what was going on. But seeing you like this made him freak out.

And suddenly he wasn’t mad at you anymore. In retrospect, maybe he never truly was. But whatever anger, or frustration he had disappeared from his body. You felt his touch on your shoulder, and you imagined he had just put one hand there as a sign of support. You’d be thankful for just that. But then, you felt his arms drawing you close, wrapping around you, until you felt the soft cotton of his hoodie through your cheek.

The tears ran down faster, soaking a spot on the thick fabric. Your loud sobs only made Jason pull you closer, not knowing how, but still trying to call you down. Whatever happened was too bad that you’d run to him of all people, and he felt obligated to help you in any way he could.

By this point, he was holding you up himself. Your body giving in to the tears. Jason tucked his nose in your hair, breathing in the sweet scent of your shampoo. He caressed your back, kissed you temple, spread warmth through your body with his own hands rubbing at your arms. However, your tears ceased to stop, making the stain under your eyes enlarge, second after second.

“Yn,” he whispered right into your ear. The air he let out hitting against your skin.

You pressed your eyes shut. The tears that still lingered there being forced out. You tightened your hold on him. He called you again, and forced his neck to get a glimpse of your puffy red eyes.

You didn’t want to let go, but forced yourself to push him away just so you could finally face him. You felt your throat dry, a weak cough trying to fix it up. Jason couldn’t help the quick thought of how pretty you looked when you cried, but he felt so much pain in his chest at the same time that he wished he would never see you like that again.

The first time you opened your mouth, nothing came out of it. Jason’s fingers drew figures on your back, both a distraction and an encouragement. You can do it, you can do it. With another deep, long breath, you slowly opened your eyes to meet his.

“I-I’m…” you started, breathless. A single tear late to fall from your eyes. “I’m pregnant.”

Jason’s mind went blank. His body was suddenly weightless. The moments past your announcement, a mere stain in his memory. You now sat beside him on his sofa, your hands covering your face as he heard continuous sobs coming out of you. Your knees tight against your chest, and it didn’t bother him you had your shoes on the sofa. Nothing bothered him. Nothing was on his mind.

Your body quivered, nonstop. His own unresponsive. What the hell did he do?

Pregnant. Eight letters that had the power to change everything. Pregnant. You were pregnant. With his baby.

Jason felt his chest tighten, and breathing suddenly was harder. He tried swallowing the knot in his throat away, but it wouldn’t bulge. Resting his back on the sofa, a hand threading through his hair, he allowed a couple of tears out, rubbing his eyes off any others that dared to hang around.

“Are you sure?” he asked, breaking the prolonged silence with a raspy voice. Moving your head from it’s place buried on your knees, your eyes looked at him with a pain he’d have thought he’d put a knife on your back. “It’s not that I don’t trust you,” he told you softly. “I just want to be sure.”

Straightening beside him, you stared at the cat worriedly looking up at the two humans occupying the sofa. You fiddled with your fingers, pulling at the fabric of your leggings.

“I took a test,” you started to explain. “Three nights ago. And my period was late, and it’s never late. And it’s not like we were careful when we…”

“Not at all.” Jason shook his head. You weren’t careful at all.

The room fell into silence again, the only sounds coming from the cat, now playing between his legs, unaware of the turmoil you’d just caused in his life.

“I’m sorry,” you said, resuming your sobs. “I’m so sorry.”

“No, no,” Jason kept saying. He turned on the sofa, sitting in a position he could easily wrap his arms around you once again. “No, Yn. Don’t be sorry. There’s nothing to be sorry about,” he soothed.

“Jason,” you called him, your voice broken. “How there’s not? I’m fucking pregnant!”

Jason held you tighter. But the truth was, he might’ve been just as scared as you were. A baby meant a new life, responsibilities. And he was still getting used to being an adult and the responsibilities that came with that. It was all going to change. And he had plans…

The two of you stood there until your sobs had quieted down. You didn’t know how long, but you were grateful he was quiet for the entire time. You were thankful he was quiet instead of telling you any of the things you’d thought he would. And you were also thankful he didn’t close his door on your face.

“Have you thought…” Jason tried to speak, but his voice kept on breaking. “Have you thought… of all possibilities?”

He hoped you understood what he meant, because he couldn’t bring himself to say it. It was a hard thing to ask, but he had to. He didn’t want you to think he was pushing you to it, but he needed to know if it was a possibility too. Jason remembered hearing some friends saying they had their girlfriends do it, that they basically forced them. But Jason would never.

He felt you moving on his chest, pushing yourself away from his body, and his breath halted. “It’s your call,” he whispered. “I’ll be there for any of them.”

You had sat back up, hands tugging at your leggings again while you thought. It took you long to answer. Too long for his liking. But he understood your pace, everything was happening way too fast. You needed to think things through. For some reason, his stomach took turns, making him feel sick as he waited.

“I don’t think I could do it,” you stated, staring blankly at your legs. “I don’t think I could end it.” Jason let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. A lightness on his chest he could not name. He nodded, as words didn’t make it out of his lips.

Leaning back on the sofa, you felt his shoulders hit yours. He let out another breath, it was long and you found it hard to read his emotions through it. He was silent beside you, making it even harder for you to guess what was going through his mind.

That’s it, he’s gonna tell you he can’t do it either. He’s gonna leave you alone.

“You just took one test?” he asked after a while. You just nodded. “We should go to the hospital,” he suggested, head turned to watch you. “Get a proper test, just to make sure.”

His suggestion made you hurt. The fact that he doubted you, the fact he thought you’d go to him if you weren’t a hundred percent sure, caused you a pain you did not expect. However, on the other hand, you knew he was right. You had to be certain. False positives happen, right? You could be wrong.

“Okay,” you agreed weakly, turning to face him after all. “I’ll do it.”

It might have been the uncomfortable chairs or the freezing air conditioning, but the time didn’t seem to pass. It was well over an hour since you’d arrived at the hospital, and you’d stopped counting how much you’ve waited for your test results to come out. They said between thirty minutes to an hour, but you were sure it had been longer than that.

While you remained seated for most of your wait, Jason was restless. He stood up and sat down more times than you remember, and he was seriously starting to piss you off with his pacing. Stopping in front of a snack machine, he put some dollar bills in it and took something with him before walking back to you.

Stretching his arm in front of you, he offered both a granola and a Snickers bar. In no mood to be healthy, even though your possible new condition sort of demanded that from you, you took the chocolate gladly.

Jason dropped down on a chair beside you with a huff, and took a bite of the granola bar with a certain annoyance. You were both tired of waiting, that was for sure. The agony you’d felt earlier had simmered down, but you too now sat restless, one of your legs shaking incessantly.

It was involuntary, but Jason’s hand on your knee made it stop. It lingered there for a while, fingertips gracing over the thin fabric and tugging at it just like you had been doing before. You saw his head move, and so did yours, catching his eyes.

Your expressions had been everywhere tonight. The whirlwind of emotions you had gone through justifying each and everyone of them. But this time, his eyes bore into yours much softer, sweeter than they’d been before.

“Yn,” he called your name as if you hadn’t been staring down at him for what seemed like forever. “Whatever happens. Whatever the results say. I’ll be here, alright? I won’t leave you.”

The sincerity in his tone made your eyes tearful once more, but this time you managed to hold them in. You gave him a soft smile, and you were really glad he was here with you now. Putting a hand on top of his, he flipped it over so you could interlace your fingers, caressing its back with your thumb just like he was doing to you.

It was then that your name was called, both of your heads snapping in the reception desk’s direction. Jason stood up and walked over, grabbing a single piece of paper before walking back to you with even taking a glance at it.

When he sat back, he offered you his opened hand. You intertwined your fingers, and held his with both your hands, taking it closer to your heart this time. You couldn’t deny the tiny bit of hope lingering inside you that, just perhaps, you were actually wrong. You weren’t pregnant. But, over the hours, you’d also grown accustomed to the idea. He opened the results with between his thumb and pointer finger, and both your eyes fell on the big letters found on top of it.

Positive. Again. It was positive. You were truly pregnant.

You let out a sigh, closing your eyes to stop the tears from returning. Jason’s hold on you tightened, and you could sense the tension on him returning. He buffed some air out through his mouth, taking another deep breath before doing the same thing again.

“That’s it,” his voice was shaky. “You’re really pregnant.” He forced himself to smile, and you tried to do the same. To no avail. His eyebrows furrowed. “What do we do now?”

“I don’t know,” you replied honestly. “I just wanna go home. It’s been a long night.”

“Okay,” he said softly, standing up and walking with you hand in hand till you left the hospital.

The parking lot was almost empty, and you found Jason’s car sitting isolated far ahead. The silver Toyota Supra shone under the faint light of a lamp post, and you remembered how surprised you were to find him driving it. It finally occurred to you that other than his name and his gym membership, you knew nothing about the man you were about to have a baby with.

He didn’t know you either. Gosh, you didn’t know a thing at this point. About him, about pregnancy, about babies and having children. He asked you ‘what now?’ and you didn’t even have an answer. How the hell were you going to do it?

When he felt your fingers leaving his, Jason immediately turned to face you. Frozen in place and flooded eyes.

“I don’t think I can do it,” you said breathlessly. “Jason, I don't think I can do it. I never wanted kids. I mean, I’ve never really thought about it. I didn’t want it now. I wanted to do it all right. This is not it.” You cried once again, rambling the words that left your mouth. Jason had walked over to you, trying to calm you down and wipe the tears off your face. “I don’t know anything about babies. I’ve only babysat before, but they were much older. And even my nephew, I didn’t meet him until he was, like, six months old. And I don’t know shit about pregnancies. I hated biology. I slept a lot during classes.”

“How can we do it? I barely know you. Gosh I don’t even know your surname, Jason. You’re what, Jason fucking Linetti? How can we have a baby together without knowing each other? We’re supposed to build a family together. A family. My family… I-I never had a family. Not really. I didn’t want a family, Jason. Not now. I don’t think I can do it.”

“Hey, hey,” he cooed, stopping your rambling. He cupped your cheeks with both his hands, holding your face. His forehead rested on yours, forcing you to stare him in the eyes. “I also don’t know what the fuck I’m gonna do. For fucks sake, Yn. But we have time. The baby is not gonna come tomorrow. We’ll figure things out. Together. We have each other, alright? You have me. I’ll be here, with you, all along. You don’t have to worry. We’ll learn how to do this together, and with time. Okay?”

Jason’s dark eyes passed you enough confidence to have you thinking that, maybe, possibly, he was right. You could actually do it. The baby isn’t coming tomorrow, you have time. You’ll figure things out. With Jason. Together.

Slowly, you nodded. You could do it, right?

Jason sighed, relieved you actually believed him, because as of right now, he himself was struggling to do so. Giving your head a long kiss, he pulled you into a hug before pulling away to open his car door to you to enter. Dropping on the driver seat beside you, you desperately waited to get back home.

“I’m Jason Peter Todd. I’m 22 years old. A leo. I work as an exercise physiologist, but I want to be a doctor someday. So I’m working on getting into med school soon. I love motorcycles, they are fucking cool and driving them makes me feel free. I have probably over twenty tattoos and my favorite book is probably Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen.”

“What was that for?” You gave him an amused smile.

“You said you didn’t know me or my surname. Now you do, and you can say you know a little. If you want my social security number too, it’s 108…”

“It’s okay,” you laughed, softly, for the first time in three days. “I guess knowing your surname is fine for now.”

He gave you a smile, but raised one eyebrow at you. Confused, you frowned, trying to understand what he meant until he pointed at you with his head, leading you to do the same as he did.

“Okay,” you started. “I’m Yn Sn. I work at Runaway Magazine as Sandra’s assistant, but I really want to be a journalist. I don’t have any tattoos because I’m afraid of needles, and I can’t choose a favorite book because I like too many.”

“Nice to meet you Yn Sn,” he greeted, extending his hand for you to shake.

“Nice to meet you too, Jason Todd. Now can you please take me home. I’m exhausted.”

“Alright,” he gave you a smirk. “Do you remember the address this time?”

He insisted on walking you to your door, wanting to make sure you actually got home safe. You didn’t know where he thought you could disappear to between the sidewalk and your apartment door, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t starting to enjoy his company.

The elevator ride was silent, and neither of you spoke as you tried to unlock your front door.

“Thank god,” you said. Relief spread through you as the door opened and you got into your home. Immediately taking off your sneakers, you placed them by the door so they could keep it open for you. Looking back at Jason, who still didn’t dare step inside your apartment, you managed to give him a thankful smile. “And thank you too, Jason.”

“You don’t have to thank me. It’s not even the least I can do, it’s my responsibility now.”

“But still, thank you. There were many ways out for you, and you took none,” you explained, resting your shoulder on the door frame.

“Yn, you didn’t make this baby alone” he began. “I saw your state when you knocked on my door, and I also made you a promise. I don’t usually break them.”

For a brief minute, you two stood in silence again. Eyes lingering over each other. A recognizable tension in the air. You averted your eyes from him, as warmth engulfed your cheeks, the painted nails on your toes suddenly a lot more interesting to you.

“I’ll be going then. Call me if you need anything, alright?” he said, already halfway to the elevator.

“Jason,” you called and he turned back. Hopeful. “Do you even have my number?”

He stopped to think, and a dumb smile appeared on his face upon realizing he had never asked you for your number, nor did he ever give you his. Taking his phone out of his sweatpants pockets, he handed it to you. “If you don’t mind. I think I really should have your number.” He combed a hand through his hair.

You typed in your phone number, trying to think of what to write your name as, but concluding your name would be just fine. You gave yourself a call so you could save his too later, and returned him his cellphone.

He awkwardly waved you goodbye, and called the elevator that opened up instantly, not having left your floor since you had gotten home. You watched him as the door began to close, head hanging low and a tired demeanor.

“Jason?” you called again, and he put his hand on the door just as it was about to fully close. It opened again, and he placed his hands on each side of the door frame. “Thank you,” you said softly.

“Stop thanking me,” he laughed and now allowed the door to close.

You stood there, dumbfoundedly watching the closed door as you swiftly repeated the entire night in your head. Every moment of pain, despair and torture morphing into nervous expectation of the future that was about to come.

You didn’t allow yourself to think too much about it. An entire day was already enough, you needed rest.

A rumbling beside you grabbed your attention, and your head turned to your friend’s door. Nessie poked her head out, clearly surprised to see you there.

“Weren’t you on a trip?” she asked, and you shook your head, leaving her a lot more confused.

“There’s so much we need to talk,” you sighed, allowing your weight to fall on her as you engulfed her in a tight hug.

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shadowskulls-blog · 1 year ago

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Alright, time to feed the lesbian's

Vanessa Shelly x F!Reader

*Dom!Vanessa, Sub!Reader, bondage, hand cuffs, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, making out, rough sex, lesbian sex, sex toy, strap on, nipple play*

"Hey..."

You whimpered, as your wrists were tightened in the hands cuffs. You're arms pulled above your head. You're eyes closed as you tried not to let out a loud whimper. Just being in this position is enough to get you wet

Vanessa sitting on top of you...her legs squeezing your sides. You can feel her tugging on the handcuffs, trying to get them attached to the bed frame...

Oh god it feels so nice...

You open your eyes to look up at Vanessa. Expecting to see her looking back down at you.....only to be met with your girlfriends chest

You could tell because of the tie she wore. Every moment you saw her wearing it, you wanted to grab it and tug her face towards yours...

Your face got much hotter, only an inch closer your face would be in those. You try and inch your face a bit closer but, Vanessa moves away...

Vanessa's fingers curled up into almost fits but, not entirely. Her hands resting in your palms. Showing she was done with your cuffs...

You groan from Vanessa moving away before you could shove your face in her boobs. You look up, only to be met with that smirk. That cocky smirk she used on you the day you met...the one she always used on you...

"someone's needy..." Vanessa said as she looked down at you. Her hands trailed down from your hands. Her finger tips uncurling and leaving goosebumps down your arms all the way to your chest.

You breath out, trying to not whimper and show Vanessa that this is working on you, more than she thought, hell...more than you thought.

"please... don't keep me waiting Nessy~..." You begged, putting on the face you always used on Vanessa, trying to move your face closer but, if you tried. Your shoulders would cramp but...you really couldn't give two shits.

So what if your shoulders hurt. Something else was going to soon if...your theory was correct...

Vanessa chuckled a bit as she leaned down, her hand sliding up your chest to your neck. her hand finally stopping to cup your cheek.

"it's officer Shelly tonight~" Vanessa said, as she kissed you. You moaned into the kiss as you leaned up more trying to go a bit deeper in the kiss.

Vanessa could feel your lips moving, she knew what you were trying to do.

As the kiss went on longer with you both only stopping to get a second of breath before you both went back.

You moaned as you shoved your tongue in Vanessa's mouth, going past her teeth and feeling hers. Vanessa chuckled as both her hands went to your jaw line, with her leaning in more.

Turning the once soft kiss into a sloppy tongue make out session. You continued on with the kiss, with you begining to move your legs a bit into a more comfortable position for you but...

You soon felt Vanessa's left leg leave your side as you felt her slide it down and-

"Ah!" You moaned out as you felt her knee press against your throbbing pussy. Breaking the kiss as saliva connect from both your tongues, you tried to hold back anything else...but...damnit...

You both made eye contact as Vanessa put her tongue back in her mouth, tasting your saliva and to clear her throat...

"you're so wet, it's practically making my whole knee soaked" Vanessa said with a hint of lust in her voice. You held back any whimper from behind your lips as you could feel her knee....

Christ it feels to good.

You moaned out as you look up at Vanessa, your face red and hot. Sweat beginning to show as you...you needed this so damn bad... you're already this aroused from her putting her knee on you...

"Nessy-"

Vanessa pushed her knee more and rolled it up, rolling up against your clit and staying there. Pressing down on it. You got a tiny shock from it as you moaned out, as loud as you could.

"what's my name?" Vanessa asked as she smirked down at you. You moaned out with your hips bucking. Your body beginning to shake as it was over simulating with lust...

She really had you in place right now, damnit why is it so sexy...

"officer Shelly, please..." You begged again as you rocked your hips a bit. Vanessa smiled as she let her knee down. One of her hands leaving your chest and making it's way to your pants, finally finding the button and undoing it.

She did all without breaking eye contact with you, her beautiful eyes starring back at yours.

"it's funny seeing you like this~" Vanessa joked as it's usually you who's the dominant one, always pulling her tie or grabbing her by the belt

You chuckle a bit as you feel her hands unzip you pants with her pulling them down gently.

"well, you've never tied me down like this. Surprised you didn't at least try the first time." You say with a bright blush on your face, with your smile going to a smirk.

"with cops slamming people down on their car and spreading the legs of the person..." you said as you started getting hot again, watching your pants fall to the ground along with your underwear, as Vanessa's hands rest in your inner thighs

"I'm surprised you haven't been using that to your advantage when you come visit me at work" you say, your gaze going all over Vanessa's body. Why'd she have to be so hot in that uniform...

"well, am about too~" Vanessa said as she gripped your thighs and spread them apart. You moaned out in pleasure as your could feel your dripping pussy...

Vanessa smiled as her right hand left your inner thigh, her fingers slowly tracing your wet flaps...

You moaned as you than felt her insert a finger into you. You moaned at the feeling of her moving her finger around inside of you. Her swirling it inside....

"ah! Fuck...." You moaned but quickly went into a grunt with you bitting at your lower lip. It's only one finger and it got you like this....

Vanessa than inserted another finger as she began pumping her fingers in and out, you moaned out as you felt her index and middle finger play around inside of you

You moaned out in pleasure as you began rocking your hips a bit, oh Jesus Christ this felt so good....

"somebody is getting excited~" Vanessa said as she pumped her fingers in and out of you her thumb going over you clit every now and than. She isn't even half way done yet and your already making a mess

You groaned in between a moan as you wanted to say something but, you than felt Vanessa insert another finger.

You moaned out, loud. As you've never taken three before. Her fingers pumping in and out and spreading inside of you....

You didn't realize until you felt it that Vanessa had tore your bra off and connected her mouth with your right breast. Her tongue gazing across your nipple, with her pulling your right leg up a bit

"oh fuck! Oh fuck! God damn!" You said in-between moans as you look down at her, her eyes opening to gaze up at you.

She can tell by your body shaking and you clenching, your getting close to cumming. She smirked as she bit down on your nipple a bit.

"getting close?" Vanessa asked with your eyes widening a bit.

"don't try and-" you were saying, because you thought she was going to stop right before you came but, she moved up more. Her face an inch away from yours and her arm pulling your leg up more as her fingers continued to pump in and out

"I'm not going to but, don't give me the idea to" Vanessa said as she connected her lips with yours. You closed your eyes and continued to kiss her back.

Her fingers pumping in and out of you until, you felt it inside of you. You're getting close, you can feel it. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck....

Your eyes widened as you clenched your walls around Vanessa's fingers and let yourself cum around them

A loud moan filling the bedroom as your mouth was agape with your chest heaving up and down.

Vanessa smirked as she felt your cum surround her fingers, soon pulling them out of you and looking down to see the mess you left.

Vanessa than opened her mouth and made sure you saw her lick up your juices.

"you're nasty Nessy..." You said with a smirk as you laid back in the pillows, sweat dripping down your forehead and body.

"god damn, why don't you do that every time?" You asked as you saw Vanessa get off the bed. With her taking her hair out and letting it fall to her shoulders as she started taking her cop uniform...as she walked in the bathroom

'Couldn't do the strip down in front me?'

"well, tonight is special" Vanessa responded from inside the bathroom. Oh yeah, 2 year's ago today was your first date. Damn what a fine day that was back than.

"yeah, hey. When your done in there, can you uncuff me? I like being tied down by you but sexy time is over" you said with a chuckle as you heard Vanessa laugh back from inside the bathroom.

"no, it's not hun" Vanessa responded which made your eyes widen a bit. Until Vanessa walked back out for the bathroom in a strap on. Your face got red hot with you starring at the purple dildo for a second

"surprised?" Vanessa asked as she walked up, crawling into the bed with her going in between your legs, her hands resting on your thighs like last time.

"to say the least...." You gazed back down at the crotch. You watch as her hand grab at the toy and line it with your pussy.

You were so excited that she didn't even need to lube the toy up since you were dripping wet.

You breathed heavy as you wanted her to shove it inside you already, you wanted her to fuck you...

You moan out loud as you feel the toy enter you, leaning your head back and looking up at the ceiling as you buck your hips a bit. Slowly, you feel Vanessa hips hit yours as she begins to thrust in and out of you, slowly.

You moan out in rough breaths as you look down, watching her hips go back and fourth.

Vanessa starred down at you, watching how each time she thrusted into you. How your tits would bounce up and down, your wetness going everywhere and leaking down your legs

Vanessa grabbed your hips, with her hands sliding under and pulling you up, making her thrust faster and harder into you.

"oh fuck...oh fuck... officer Shelly..." You moaned out, as you felt the toy keep hitting every good spot in you.

Vanessa breathed heavy as she leaned in more, her thrusting getting harder as it made you moan louder.

Vanessa looked down at your body again, the way the sweat came off your tits down your body, her hands clenched from beneath you as she wanted to see the other side

"turn around" Vanessa commanded, you opened your eyes as you nodded. You didn't even have the energy to speak with the way she was fucking you.

Vanessa pulled out as you turned around on your stomach, wondering why. You look over your shoulders with sweat dripping down your forehead

"why'd you make me- AH!" you asked before feeling Vanessa shove the toy back in and begin thrusting again.

"I just wanted to see you from behind" Vanessa said as her hands held your ass, as she thrusted into you. You began to shake as you knew you weren't going to last long

Not like this, you balled your hands up with you moaning out, trying to hold in from cumming.

You than looked over your shoulder, as you watched Vanessa fuck you. Your moans growing louder

Vanessa looked over to see you starring at her, your face looked so cute like that.

"you're so look so cute like this" Vanessa said as her hands gripped your cheeks. You blushed bright as you moaned out loud

"V-Vanessa!" You moaned out as you cummed hard, shaking as your walls clenched tight around the toy. With your body soon falling limp as you breathed out heavily.

The toy soon leaving you as Vanessa toke off the straps from her hips, as she laid next to you. Her arms wrapping around your under bust as she nudged her head next to yours

"how was that?" Vanessa asked as she gave you a kiss on the cheek, you chuckled a bit with you still getting your breath back.

"was sexy ass hell....can you undo my wrists now" you asked with you smiling, you were just taking a break now.

"I think I'll keep you like this the entire night" Vanessa said as she smiled and hugged you tighter. You chuckled a bit with you turning your head

"come on Ness, it's your turn~"

Sorry for the wait and I haven't written anything NSFW for a while so I hope it was sexy enough

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foxcantswim · 1 year ago

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FNAF Movie / / Vanessa x F!Reader x Vanny [Mine, Yours, Ours] 18+ Smut

(gif by me)

Vanessa gets jealous, so she decides to let Vanny handle things. Content: SMUT, Top!Vanny, Bot!Vanessa, Switch!Reader, Love Confessions, First Kiss Warnings: SMUT, Blood, Murder (cute killer vanny uwu), Split Personality WC: 2,956

Vanessa had been gritting her teeth for the past hour. You had invited her out to a bar along with a few of your friends, you were on the night shift for the entirety of the last week and you wanted to spend some time with her and your other friends. Vanessa was more than happy to agree, she hadn't been out in so long. The only problem she had with being out was her other self: Vanny. She was always so worried about the psychotic murderer making an appearance, but she took a deep breath and told herself nothing would happen tonight. Hopefully.

Watching you from across the room was painful as a couple guys had offered to buy you drinks, and of course you had agreed to one of them finally. Vanessa hadn't admitted it to you yet, but she had fell hard for you way back when you started working at Freddy's. The only thing holding her back was Vanny. You knew about her other personality of course, but she didn't want to put you through her problems. Her heart ached whenever she was near you and it was becoming increasingly harder to resist her own feelings.

Vanessa was indeed surprised that you wanted to get to know and understand Vanny, but she had been resistant to let you.

Vanny had fell for you hard, too. The crazed woman would do literally anything for you at this point. Vanessa knew Vanny would stalk you and ensure your safety if she let her, but she managed to hold Vanny back from becoming too obsessed.

The smile on your face as some alcohol-fuelled guy leaned against the bar next to you was clear, making Vanessa grip her drink harder.

"Hey pretty lady-" some guy decided to take a chance with Vanessa.

"Get lost," her voice was dark and loud, a lot more mean than she intended. She knew Vanny was trying to surface.

The guy scoffed before walking away.

Vanessa shook her head, quickly trying to get rid of Vanny's impending appearance. She felt her hands shake, slowly starting to lose control of herself.

When the random idiot placed a hand on your arm and handed you another drink, Vanessa froze. Her heartrate had picked up and her breathing was heavy.

Come on, Nessy.

The voice in her head teased. She shook her head again.

Y/N is ours.

The voice was angry. Vanessa could feel Vanny's possessiveness flow throughout her, she would be lying if she said she didn't want you to be hers too.

Mine. Yours. Ours.

She bit her lip hard, almost drawing blood. Vanessa muttered to herself, "Get rid of him," she couldn't quite believe her own words, she knew that she wouldn't be able to hold Vanny back for much longer. She would much rather have her other self deal with this anyways.

A glitched out laugh flooded her head before she snapped her eyes shut.

The blonde's hand gripped the glass harder before quickly downing the drink in one go.

Vanny grimaced at the taste, she would never know how her other self could drink something like this. She slammed the glass onto the table, a single crack forming up the side of it from the sheer force.

She stood up and started to make her way towards you. An annoying man had stopped her in her tracks and drunkenly asked her to come back to his place. If Vanny wasn't so focused on getting to you, that man would've died right on the spot. She instead gave him a harsh shove, causing him to fall into another man. Of course they were both drunk and started to brawl it out. Vanny smirked in response before focusing back on you.

"Sooo... Wanna get out of here, or-?"

Vanny grabbed the guy and pulled him away from you, her ears burned at the words she had just heard him utter to you.

"Oh! Hey, Nessy!" you smiled at her, you were concerned about why she was being handsy with the guy, "Nessy, this is-"

Vanny cut you off, "I don't care," a growl left her lips before she gripped the man's collar and dragged him away.

"H-Hey! Wait-!" you exclaimed, quickly following her. You were slightly taken aback by the way Vanessa spoke to you... Crowds of people slowed you down as you made your way through the bar.

The blonde had moved past the brawl she had previously caused, security were too busy focusing on them to even notice her forcefully dragging the man out of the back door.

"If you wanted a piece of me, you should've just asked," he smirked before winking at Vanny as they made it to the dark alleyway, "Maybe you're little friend will like to join us." He moved to pin Vanny to the dirty wall.

Vanny couldn't even believe the audacity of this guy. She shoved him away, his back hit the opposite wall hard.

"You really believe I'd want someone like you?" she said, a sinister look in her eyes, "Don't ever touch Y/N again," she warned.

He laughed in her face, "Oh really? And what are you gonna do about it? I think she realllllly likes me. Gonna take her back to my apartment whether you like it or not."

Without warning, Vanny reached down towards the floor and picked up an old discarded glass bottle. She smashed it against the wall next to the man's head, shattering it. She grabbed a single shard, blood flowing down her fingers - but of course she didn't care.

"Y-You aren't serious," the man stuttered in disbelief, "Get the fuck away from me you crazy-!"

A satisfied sigh left Vanny as she drove the glass shard deep into the man's stomach, he immediately tried to punch and kick her, "I love it when they struggle," she simply smiled at him, "Y/N is mine."

The man gasped under her grip, trying to push her away. Vanny wasn't about to let him leave as she twisted the glass, going as deep as she could.

"Vanessa!" a shocked gasp sounded from behind her.

Vanny forcefully withdrew the glass before throwing it into the nearby dumpster. She stepped away, the man crumpled to the floor grasping at his wound to stop the bleeding. Vanny was sometimes glad that her other self was a cop... It would be easy to cover this up. The force would believe her when she claimed it as self defence.

The amount of blood pooling on the floor was confirmation enough for Vanny that he would indeed die right here. She always made sure her victims were sure to pass.

Tears flooded into your eyes and you took a step back, "W-Why-?"

Vanny turned to you and wasted no time in walking over, her hand grabbed your jaw possessively, "You're mine," she didn't care that she was smearing blood across your chin.

You gulped, unsure as to whether or you not you should be scared, "V-Vanny?" you whispered, slowly realising that this wasn't Vanessa.

Without warning, Vanny lunged forward to capture your lips with hers in a bruising and needy kiss.

"Nobody gets to look at you like that again," Vanny warned, "I'd kill anyone for you, Y/N," her lips moved down to your neck, her teeth immediately piercing your skin to claim you, "Mine."

"V-Van-" your breathing picked up, fear and arousal were flooding through you. Vanny briefly stepped away to head back over to the unconscious body and shove it behind a bin to hide it.

"She loves you so much. So do I," Vanny confirmed as she looked back at you, "She's too scared to tell you. But I'm not."

Vanny grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the alley, the blood on her fingers was wet against yours, "What about-?" your eyes glanced over at the bin.

"Shhh..." Vanny hushed you, "Vanessa will deal with it later," she wasted no time in dragging you over to Vanessa's cop car at the back of the parking lot. She opened the back door and you hopped in without questioning what her motives were here.

You were soon pinned down to the backseat, the blonde above you grinding her knee down against your core.

"I didn't know you felt the same way," you whispered, threading your hands through her messy blonde hair bringing her down into a kiss.

"We have for a long time," Vanny groaned, her hands sliding down the sides of your body. Her fingers started to play with the hem of your pants, but you quickly froze and shook your head to escape from the kiss.

"W-Wait! The blood!" you really weren't into getting blood all over you, you needed her to somehow clean up.

Rolling her eyes, Vanny leaned over into the front seat. She knew that Vanessa kept some wipes in the side door somewhere.

Eventually, the blonde was back on top of you. Dirty wet wipes were thrown into the front seat.

She helped you remove your pants and your shirt, drooling as she eyed your body under the dim light of some nearby lamp posts.

You would be lying if you said you weren't scared. Vanny had literally just murdered somebody minutes before... But deep down you knew she couldn't help it. You knew that this was just a psychotic personality that she couldn't control. Thankfully, the lust and arousal was much greater than fear. You needed her. You needed them both. Now.

"Our little bunny," Vanny groaned before ripping your bra and tossing it to the front of the car.

"Nessy- Vanny-," you mumbled as Vanny's hands played with your chest, her fingers rolled your nipples as she leaned down to shove her tongue into your mouth. You moaned under her touch as one of her hands trailed down your stomach. A whimper escaped you as you bucked your hips up into her hand as her fingers found your swollen clit underneath your panties.

"Already so wet..."

She moved her head down to take a nipple into her mouth, her tongue circling around it eliciting various moans from you. She hummed against your skin before prodding your entrance with her fingers.

"Mine," Vanny had said numerous times as she pushed a finger into your throbbing pussy. Feeling how tight you are was making her crazy. She took it slow at first, gathering your wetness around her finger.

Your hands gripped Vanny's blonde hair as you grinded your hips as much as you could in the cramped space, craving more friction.

"Vanessa, please-!" Vanny growled upon hearing her other self's name.

Another finger was soon added as she dragged them across your sweet spot.

"Fuck, Y/N," she bit your nipple lightly, "You're just as fucked up as me. All wet and needy even though I just killed a poor man..." she teased looking up at your face, she captured your lips with hers again.

All you could do was whimper as she pumped her fingers faster, adding another along the way. Her thumb brushed against your clit, drawing small circles.

"V-Vanny!" you called her name, the blonde purred in appreciation.

"Does my little bunny want to come for me? For us?" she cooed before peppering kisses along your jaw, scraping her teeth against your skin. Her mouth found your pulse point and sucked hard. Her fingers moved faster and harder, almost animalistic.

You nodded frantically, "Y-Yes! I-!"

She pressed her fingers to the sweet spot inside you and rubbed your clit faster. Your eyes rolled back into your head as the tightness inside you snapped, your orgasm washed over you. You shivered under her touch with a final moan, throwing your head back against the seat.

"Good girl... Good bunny..." she continued to move her fingers in and out slowly, prolonging your orgasm as best she could, "All mine..."

You whimpered when she finally removed her fingers, you already missed the feeling of being so full. Your hands clawed at her clothed arms as she brough a finger to her mouth, she was desperate to taste you as her mouth closed around her finger. She moaned at the taste before releasing her finger with a pop.

Your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath, the car was extremely hot and the windows were completely steamed.

Vanny continued to lick up and down your neck, humming at the mixed taste of your wetness and the salty sweat.

"You think it's Vanessa's turn now?" she grinned into your neck, "Wouldn't want her to miss out on you..."

Your thighs shook and your pussy clenched around nothing, already desperate for Vanessa to take over, "Please..." you agreed.

She kissed you once more.

The blonde soon collapsed on top of you, her body pinning you harshly down onto the seat.

You couldn't help but groan at the contact.

"Y-Y/N-?" Vanessa... Her voice was soft and confused.

"Nessy," you sighed in relief.

"What-?"

Her confusion was soon replaced by arousal as you managed to flip her over, hovering above her. Her face soon reddened as she realised that you were very much naked on top of her right now.

"Vanny told me how you feel. I feel the same way," you smiled leaning down to give her a short but sweet kiss, "I want to show you how much I love you, Vanessa."

This definitely wasn't what Vanessa was expecting to wake up to... This was a huge shock. But she would definitely have to thank her other personality for this later.

She was at a loss for words, completely surprised that you had these feelings, especially after seeing you with that guy in the bar...

You muttered, "I would've never gone with him... It's always been you."

Finally, you removed Vanessa's clothes. Your jaw dropped upon seeing her body after waiting for so long.

"So beautiful, Nessy," you muttered, pressing soft kisses to her neck. Vanessa's arms came up to wrap around you, pulling you closer.

You wasted no time in gently rubbing your fingers up and down her folds, your own arousal was already starting to grow again as you felt how wet she was.

"Vanny was so good to me," you groaned, "But I want you more," you reassured her.

Vanessa whimpered at your words, her nails scraping down your back as your fingers finally grazed her clit. You searched her eyes, asking for permission as your fingers brushed her entrance. She nodded without hesitation, tensing once you inserted two fingers.

You couldn't help but moan and the wet heat.

Vanessa pulled you back down for a soft kiss and you began to pump your fingers slowly, enjoying her small moans and whimpers she let out.

You guessed that Vanny's arousal had affected Vanessa heavily and quickly as she couldn't stop herself from humping up into your hand. Your palm passed over her clit causing her thighs to shake as her impending orgasm built up inside her.

"Please, Y/N," she gasped, throwing her head back.

You dragged your fingers against her sweet spot, coaxing the orgasm out of her, "Come for me, 'Nessa," you pleaded as your mouth found her left breast, teeth scraping over her nipple. A loud and long moan left Vanessa's mouth as she clenched around your fingers. She held the back of your head against her firmly, pressing her chest up towards you - needing you.

"Fuck, Y/N- I'm coming-!" her voice was cut off by a satisfied groan as her orgasm washed over her, she continued to grind into your hand with need as you dragged out her orgasm.

"That's it... Good girl, Nessy," you praised her, kissing her collarbone sweetly.

She shivered under your touch as you slowly removed your fingers, you bit your lips upon seeing just how wet she had made them. Vanessa gulped as her blush reddened even more upon seeing you lick your fingers clean.

You and Vanessa laid there basking in each others presence, smiling into the small kisses you were exchanging.

Finally, you pulled away from each other to catch your breaths.

Vanessa cleared her throat, awkwardly, turning away from you, "That was... something," she bit her lip.

You laughed slightly, "Yeah..."

Vanessa's hand came up to rest on your jaw, her thumb rubbing your cheek, "I'm sorry I never told you how I felt, Y/N... I-I don't know what Vanny did but I can only apologise for whatever it was."

"It's fine. I'll tell you later," you weren't really prepared to talk about it just yet...

A smug smile appeared on her face, "You love me, hmm?" she teased.

"Oh shut up. You told me first- Well Vanny told me first... But still..."

She brought you down for a kiss, "She's right. I love you, Y/N. I was just so scared of getting you involved with Vanny."

"I'll manage," you tried to convince yourself, "I either have you both or neither. I want both of you Nessy. I love you both."

She nodded, tears filling her eyes at the thought of someone finally wanting to get to know her and accept her other self.

She really hated Vanny. She really did. But just for tonight, she loved her to bits.

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gl1tched-g0th · 7 months ago

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Wow haha it feels so nice to not have that project with a deadline anymore I can finally focus on self c [trips over half finished chapters of my fic] oh shit wai [trips over my cope story I've barely made content for despite being invested in it] fuck shit goddamn i [falls into a pile of impulse projects that'll never be finished] fuck wait wai[reaches for a ledge to pull myself onto but its actually just distracting myself with games] God fuck okay hold o [falls directly into the pit of Doing Chores As Procrastination]

#Its always the adjusting period after a MAP part that fucks me up #Like if it takes more than 4 days to finish oh you KNOW Im gonna be out of commission for the next 2 weeks #vanessa try not to overexert herself challenge (FAILED)#<- this might become a tag atp #nessie's nonsense

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volturiprincess · 6 months ago

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From the other side

Demetri Volturi x F newborn vampire

Warnings: Foul language, death, mentions of a Emetophobia, I bash on the Cullens here A/N: This was a request by @kpopgirlbtssvt, I got to say I enjoyed working on this. Its been a while since I worked on an actual long one-shot request but I hope the wait was worth it, and I might of changed some ideas on the request slightly (but still stayed on topic). Enjoy💙 Word Count: 4k+ (wow)

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(He's just so gorgeous🥰)

“I think she’s waking up”

“How do you know?”

“Well you can see her eyeball moving Emmett, I'm no doctor but I think that is a sign she is waking up”

“Oh well sorry Mister Smartypants, didn't know I was in the presences of an expert”

“Focus, should we fetch Carlisle? He said he would be back soon but what if he’s already here?”

“I'll check, you stay here incase she starts moving around, wouldn't want her newborn instincts to kill Nessie”

“Fairpoint”

Why do I feel so strange? Where the hell am I? Maybe I should wake up, maybe the one with the southern accent could give me answers. I force myself to wake up and when I do everything seems so different. Everything seems so focused, enhanced, so…perfect. When has my vision ever been this good? I know I've been neglecting my glasses quite often but even with my glasses on I never had such good eyesight, I always thought I never needed them. I sit up slowly to check my surroundings. Crap! Where am I? What even happened to me?

Flashback….

Just left my final class of the day, Anatomy is such a pain in the ass really. Why did I decide to take both Anatomy 1 and Genetics in the same semester? But I mean it's worth it, get the harder classes out of the way and then I can maybe squeeze in other classes I am interested in before graduating. I clinged my heavy textbooks to my chest tighter as I tiredly made my way to my small apartment. I got lucky that this place was cheap compared to living on campus, and the bonus to it is that my place is about 5 minutes away from campus. I heard the school bell ring signaling some class has ended, instantly I'm surrounded by a swarm of students like me. All of them either off to their next class, or home, or even getting a late lunch. I was slightly pushed around until I managed to find an opening but not everything can go to plan. As I was trying to get to the opening someone shoved me a bit too hard and the books I was clutching flew out of my arms, I went along with them.

I heard a simple “My bad” and then I was met with silence. I hurriedly picked up my stuff and saw how people just looked but didn't help or offer a hand. Situations like this makes me want to just disappear. Just be able to get to point A to B without any mishaps. I composed myself mentally and continued my walk to my apartment. Considering it's only 5, it's already pitch black. I don't like walking alone at night, sure I’m a night owl, but I like to be alone in a safe space. As I'm walking I felt that weird feeling of being watched, it's like a sixth sense to me at this point, please tell me it's just my paranoia and not real. I do a quick scan and I'm met with no one but silence that makes an exception to the far off train horn. I hurried off trying to shake off that paranoia until I bumped into what I thought was a wall (ended up being a ‘human’)and then I was met with darkness.

Present…

I felt my eyes fill with tears but I soon noticed they would not fall, I tried blinking but nothing happened. I went to wipe my eyes with my hand instead but felt my hand move abnormally faster. Okay what the heck? I know I sometimes have my days where my reflexes kick in or not but I have never been able to move that fast. And as if on cue my throat felt so dry, I felt like I could drain the pacific and yet that would not be enough to satisfy the level of thirst I have. I tried swallowing but noticed that it didn't even help or even do anything.

“Carlisle should be here soon with something to subdue the thirst”

My gaze snaps to the man who is casually keeping guard at the door. The way he stood made me think he was maybe in the military or something. Why is he beautiful? His blonde locks styled perfectly and his eyes… Are they gold? I have never seen that type of eye color on someone before, I mean I have read a book where one of the characters had pirate gold eyes but in person that’s strange.

“Wh-wha- where am I?”

The way his gaze slowly met mine gave me the creeps, it was like from a scene of a horror movie, where if you spot something from a distance and then you blink, they are right in front of you, killing you.

“Carlisle will answer your questions”

“Why can't you?”

“I'm not in a position to be telling you stuff, all I'm here is to keep you calm since you are a newborn”

“A newborn?”

And then I was met with silence, he turned away from me so he was back to facing the wall like he was previously.

“Could I at least get your name?”

“Jasper Whitlock, ma’am”

What feels like ages, another man walks in with a big guy. The first one seems like he is the one in charge around here, he seemed nice. He had a calm presence within, but the other guy seemed like he was ready to pick up a fight, probably the muscles around here. Now that I'm thinking about it more, am I in some sort of mafia? But these guys don't seem all that scary, maybe the big one and the Jasper guy. The calm one got closer to me and offered me a cup.

“Here drink this, it should help with the thirst”

I crabbed the cup hesitantly, hoping it wouldn't kill me, and drank it desperately. Finishing it in milliseconds, I did feel a small relief but I still had that feeling of an intense thirst.

“We will give you more later but I think you deserve an explanation”

“You think”

He smiled gently but nodded “Well to start of you are not human anymore, you might of picked that up slightly since you have woken up”

Not human anymore? But what could I possibly be then? What have they done to me? Am I a monster now?

“You are now a newborn, a vampire to be exact”

That right there was the biggest mick drop of my life. What does he mean i'm a-a vampire? Those exist? I thought they were just myths, that they are just some made up thing that people build up over the years. But now I'm somehow one now? This shit can't be real, he probably has me on some drugs on something. Yeah that's right, probably drugged me and I'm trapped in some dream or something.

“I can see your in denial, there’s really no way to really explain it but you really are a vampire, that cup you drank from was filled with blood, deer blood to be exact”

Oh heck no. I drank blood? I never had a problem with blood, I mean I have a major in the medical field for a reason. Just can't get over vomiting, that's just a big phobia of mine, someone throws up and I'm literally about to faint. But enough of that.

“You gotta be joking here, vampires do not exist, there just myths”

“Well with all honesty here, I assure you I'm not joking, not with the times we are facing now”

“And what is that?”

“Well my family and I are in a bit of a dilemma, you see we have engaged another coven of vampires, and they are threatening to kill our family over a misunderstanding”

“Pardon my language, but what the fuck? What do you mean ‘another coven of vampires’ and a supposed death threat, there's more of you guys out there?”

The big guy chuckled slightly at my foul language and I heard him mumble a “Oh I like her, she’s way more funny than Bella”

“Yes well you see, our kind if basically spread out around the world, this other coven of vampires are living in Italy, but this coven is basically like our government, royalty you can say even, there more dangerous than us, they feed on human blood and they have gifts that can wipe out humanity in an instant”

Ok this other coven sounds scary, wipe out humanity? What the hell did this guy and his family do to anger them anyways, must be pretty serious.

“So let me guess this straight, you and your family have angered this powerful coven of vampires who can in your words wipe out humanity and…are doing what now?”

“Well we been gathering witness to help us avoid a fight with this coven”

“I see but what exactly did you do to anger this coven of powerful vampires then?”

“My son and his new wife had a baby”

“A baby? I'm sorry I don't see a problem here”

“Vampires cannot recreate, that's what I thought until my then human daughter-in-law got pregnant”

“Ok? Still not seeing a problem here”

“I guess an easier way to explain is as I said vampires cannot recreate, we are biologically not able to do such thing between two vampires, but between a vampire male and female human, it's possible but the problem here is the Volturi believe we have created an immortal child, which we didn't”

“I see so then why do they believe you created an immortal child? And also what is an immortal child?”

“An immortal child is a child what was turned into a vampire, there stuck as a child for eternity and cannot control their thirst or be calmed or even age, they are in modern terminology are illegal, and to answer the other question, apparently hybrids are not common and they did not know about them existing”

The more he answers my questions, the more I think I am definitely dreaming, no way in hell is all of this real. Why am I even being roped into this? I was just some human who was just trying to be a Physician and now that dream is out the window because I'm apparently a vampire now. I need to wake up, this cannot be my life right now, I have so much to live for still. Sure I was quiet and not in some relationship but I still liked the life I had.

“Now the real question here is, why or how am I even part of this?”

They were all quiet instantly and none of them were making eye contact with me. Ok weird… I mean even the big guys amused look was gone and that guy answering my questions with a small smile was also gone. Something here does not feel right. Someone burst into the room, which freaked me out a bit because this guy along with his buddy looked intimidating with all their leather and the intense red eyes. I felt a weird current roll down my body and then I heard gasps. The Jasper dude looked at me with wide eyes, well everyone was looking at me with the same wide eyes.

“She’s gone!”

“No I don't think so Emmett, she’s gifted”

“What are the odds of finding one that is gifted”

“Not very likely”

Why are they all talking about me as if I wasn't there?

“Um i'm right here”

The ‘nice’ one spoke up first “Well it seems you have a gift miss, your invisible currently”

“Seriously?” I looked down and as he said I am indeed invisible. Maybe that weird current I felt earlier was me triggering this. Should I tell him this?

“How were you able to do that?”

“I don't know, I um felt a weird feeling run through me after those two over there came in”

“Vladimir and Stefan triggered it? Hmm it seems it came from fear then, interesting”

So those are their names, I wonder who is who. My wild guess is the platinum blonde is Vladimir and the dark haired one is Stefan.

As if he knew I was talking about him, the platinum started to speak “So you were desperate enough for witnesses that you created a newborn? That’s low even for you Carlisle. At least she’s gifted but even then she probably has no combat skills so she won't be able to tear heads off if the time comes”

Ok y/n, let's think about becoming visible, I don't like how they're just staring at me like that, and also speaking smack about me either. Smoke started to surround me for a minute and when I looked at my hands to see I was now visible. Again I heard the gasp.

“How did you do that?”

“I was just thinking about wanting to be visible”

“Well that’s good to know how your gift works”

“I guess”

Carlisle, it took him like thirty minutes to tell me his name, started to explain the situation more and even introduced me to the other members of his family. Jasper along with his friend taught me some basic combat skills in case a fight broke out with the confrontation. But the weird thing I discovered was when I met the infamous son, Edward, I was able to read his mind when he was reading mine, he gave me a funky look each time and tried to reduce his thoughts as much as he could.

Funny enough but also traumatizing, he was always thinking about his honeymoon with his wife. I do not need to know how his child was conceived. When I met Alice a similar thing happened, she spaced out (which I found out she does when she has a vision) and I saw me with another figure, a man to be exact. The man in the vision was gorgeous, I never knew such a person could exist, he looked like a greek god. I think I might have another gift but I'm not sure I should tell Carlisle, there's just something off about why he won't tell me about how I became a vampire or what happened to me that night.

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Today is the day of the confrontation. Just last night I found out about vampires and now I might face death himself. And just today I found out werewolves or shifters exist, is everything in the books true then? I can feel my chest curl into itself and I feel myself internally hyperventilating. Can vampires do that? Well if they can that is exactly what is happening to me. I was placed between Vladimir and Stefan because apparently I should blend in and be more in the background then in front with the others. The Cullens think if the Volturi find out about me they might face a punishment of some sort.

But these two vampires are freaking me out slightly, they had an eye on me constantly, as if I were some criminal or something. With the confrontation I am fighting the urge to just disappear, I don't want part in this. It's not like I could be of help anyways, I can't really turn invisible on command, it just happens and turning visible doesn't always work when I want it to. The other gift I have, I still have no idea how it works or what it is exactly.

Everyone is standing on guard waiting for the Volturi to arrive. I think the longer we wait the longer I feel my anxiety rise. I saw Vladimir move slightly, I followed his gaze to see a whole army of cloaked figures, they all moved in sync and let a smaller group move forward, those are definitely the kings with their guards. When they all stopped walking, they removed their cloaks and my eyes widened in shock. Why are they all really good looking? The big guy looks even more scary than Emmett, he’s basically towering over everyone. The other two I see are what I can assume are twins, they look alike except for the girl having blonde hair and the guy having brown hair. I heard the others say they are the most dangerous ones. I look at the kings, the only one who looks like he would kill everyone is the blonde one, he seems like the anger issues type of guy- err vampire.

It seems I forgot to analyze another guard, he was slightly out of my view but how can anyone ignore his presence. I think this was the guy from Alice vision, in person he's more gorgeous. His lovely blonde hair styled to look like spikes, how his face is so symmetrical, he was indeed handcrafted by the gods.

I saw his gaze shift to meet mine, and oh dear gosh, a strong feeling overcame me. I don't even know what this feeling is, it's like an invisible string is trying to pull me toward him. I want to give in but I'm scared of what this is and I'm also scared that I might die right here. His focus was on me the whole time as the others spoke, there was even a point where he turned to the bored looking vampire to ask something which concluded with a nod from him.

I don't even know what to center my fear right now, the fear from what is happening or the fear of this strange feeling I have with the breathtaking vampire. My attention on him was paused as I saw the blonde twin try to do something but that Bella girl used her shield, the blonde girl even looked at me but something odd happened. She clutched herself as if she was in agonizing pain and fell to her knees, my eyes widened slightly as her twin brother was at her side trying to somewhat resolve her pain.

Even the other Volturi members were shocked, the same twin boy turned his gaze to us and the anger that reflected his eyes was the most terrifying thing to witness. Out of his pure instincts he released a black smoke that also came out of my hands. I started to panic and the witnesses around me were also panicking, a bunch of them hissed for me to stop but I didn't know how or what was even happening.

A loud stop from the Volturi's side made everything go back to normal, the smoke was gone, the girl who was in pain stopped clutching herself and the boy's face was back to its resting form. Even the smoke I somehow had coming out of my hands had vanished. The king in the middle was the one who shouted stop from what I can tell.

“And who is this? She seems to have a very similar ability to one of my guards”

Carlisle who still had a confused looked form the earlier actions done by me “She’s part of Vladimir’s and Stefan’s coven”

The way the two vampires looked at Carlisle at the mention of their name would have left him buried six feet under. I could tell whatever plan the doctor had in mind was not planned. I mean even I was not aware of the plan to start off with, I was just told to stay quiet in the back and not turn invisible until they commanded me to. Vladimir not wanting to be thrown under the bridge or face any death just like me didn't let his voice be unheard

“Still low of you Carlisle, he’s lying to you”

The look on the vampire king's face can be best described as if someone stabbed him in the back.

“Oh? Please do tell”

“She’s a newborn that Carlisle himself turned just recently”

“Oh my, bring her forward now”

I looked around the witness who was just staring at me as if I grew a second head. Carlisle gave me a look to go to them, so I walked toward the other coven, twiddling my fingers to try to calm my nerves down. So this is it then? This is how I die? As I got closer the elegant vampire kept his gaze on me, it almost looked like he was forcing himself to not go to me, like he was chained down. When I was a good ten feet away from them the tall muscular vampire one grabbed me. He had a strong hold on me, if I were human, painful bruises would indeed be forming at that instant. Again that handsome vampire looked like he was about to go to me but he stood his ground. The raven one came to me closer to introduce himself

“Hello dear, what is your name?”

“Y/n”

“Now do you mind offering me your hand?”

“My hand?”

He looked a bit impatient but smiled, a creepy smile but smiled nevertheless. “Well you see I have gift of being able to look at every thought and memory with just a touch”

“Oh, I see”

I offered my hand and was instantly reliving my every thought and memory as he said but as for my incidents with Edward, Alice, and the twins I could see his every thought and memory. I saw that he wanted Alice to be part of his coven, he was thinking of just forgiving the Cullens, I even saw memories of the handsome guard who I found out his name is Demetri. It just rolls out so naturally, it's as if I was born to say his name. Aro let go of my hand after a while with a bewildered look

“Interessante, I’m sorry for the troubles you been through, but it appears you have two gifts–”

Before he could continue, the sad looking vampire rested a hand on Aro’s shoulder and he turned to him to grab his hand like he did with me. With this case when I looked at the emotionless vampire I was able to see a red string that was connecting me and Demetri. It was the richests of red I have ever seen, come to think about it, it looks like his eyes. When he let go, Aro made one of the creepiest laughs I have ever heard to humankind, straight from a horror film.

“It appears our own Demetri has found his mate”

If I could I would shiver at the mention of Demetri’s name. The mentioned name looked at the kings with anticipation, I mean I for sure wanted answers of what is going to happen.

“Felix you can let her go now, she’s no danger to us, on the contrary she’s going to join us”

I was let go by Felix “Join you? Why?”

“Well you see dear you are the mate to one of our guards, and we would hate for him to be miserable or lack on his missions if his mate is not kept safe, maybe with time you could join him in missions”

If I'm getting this straight, if I don't join then my ‘mate’, that’s a strong word to use, will be sad and won't be able to do his job correctly. Or I stay with the people who basically kidnapped me from the life I had, turned me into this bloodthirsty monster –currently I am still thirsty– and just threw me into a situation that I was nowhere prepared for. But again I don't even know Demetri, what if he’s cruel, what if he treats me like the Cullens? My thoughts started to spiral at a point where I was one with my mind and nothing around me existed anymore. If it weren't for the husky addicting voice I would have gone mental.

“Master? May I have a word with her?”

“Go ahead, she’s your mate after all”

I felt the warmth of his soft yet rough hands. I looked into his eyes and he gave me a small hesitant smile, oh I can get used to that. I need to see his real smile now.

“Hello cariño, I am Demetri, I am aware you know nothing about me neither do I about you, but I can promise you if you come with me and my coven, I will give you anything you want, give you a life humans can never come close to having, I will promise you an eternity of love and happiness”

So this is love? The way he speaks is straight from a romance novel. And the way his face glows makes it all more sincere and truthful, heck I just want to run away with him. I was about to say something to him when I heard them. The Cullens along with their witnesses whispering about me.

“A traitor”

“All that hard work to get her here for her just to abandon us”

“I knew there was something off about her”

“Carlisle do something”

“She can’t go”

“If she goes with them, then the Volturi have more power”

“She would be stupid to go with them”

“Indeed”

“She was a mistake”

I wanted to use that gift to disappear at that moment, I didn't ask to be placed in this situation to start off with. I was forced and manipulated.

“You promise”

His hesitant smile turned genuine “I promise amore, forever and always”

Aro literally was beaming with anticipation for my decision, reminding me of a child waiting for the final decision of their parents to let them go to a sleepover at a friend's house. I nodded which caused Aro to clap with joy

“Magnifico my dear” His attention turned to the vampires behind me “She will be coming with us, if you dare interfere, we will wipe you out without hesitation”

Ok that’s scary but I can tell he’s serious. I could see the blonde king with a proud smirk but Demetri pulled me into his side.

“Nobody will ever take you away from me from now on”

I gave him a weak smile as we walked off the snowy battleground. I didn't ask for this new life, but maybe it won't be so bad with him.

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