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Aro Volturi N.S.F.W Alphabet

CANON DIVERGENT.

Info on Reader: Reader is an Elemental Gift user like Benjamin

CW/TW: a SLIGHT MENTION of assault but NO DETAIL AT ALL (as a SA survivor I do not use this lightly but I do like representation and not having the survivor be that cliche broken doll we end abusers here thank you)

How you two met:

You…..oh you. You’re standing with the Cullens wondering how the FUCK you got here.

Why am I here? What’s with this tiny little kid who can touch me and tell me things. Awe but she’s cute.

You’re just a bored Vampire who knows Carlisle and is Esme’s BFF.

You’re a nomad, and a badass one, see your gift is the Elements like Benjamin, it’s why Amun has his eye on you and is freaked out.

You and Benji are buddies now. Benjamin specializes in Earth and Water. You specialize in Fire and Air.

So now, here you are watching a bunch of cloaked baddies stomping towards you. But Carlisle and you have spoken frequently, the Volturi aren’t bad.

However, they are cautious.

And caution bred by fear is something you know to be wary of.

So you keep yourself a bit behind Carly. Waiting and watching.

The leader— that must be Aro you think, flings his hood back and suddenly you feel your entire chest clench up and a yank within yourself towards him. “Oh what the fuck.” You growl. Glancing UP at the Old Gods you couldn’t help but snap at them “ARE YOU ALL KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW?! HIM?!”

The platinum haired man barked angrily, “who dares?!”

Aro is too busy glancing at his brother Marcus who’s smiling. He nods at Aro and huffs a bit of a sigh.

The raven haired man turns ever so slowly, casting his red gaze over the crowd and it falls to Carlisle. “Carly.”

“Aro?”

“Who is that behind you.” Aro can feel his chest hurt like a chain is being pulled.

Carlisle looks confused and glances behind him where you are shaking your head face palming—looking embarrassed.

Edward and Bella are utterly confused, before Edward listens to Aro’s and your thoughts and gets a look of disgust, “REALLY.” He barks.

You feel the rage of a thousand suns consume you. “I CAN’T PICK IT YA KNOW AND HEY WHADDAYA MEAN REALLY —ASSHOLE DON’T TALK ABOUT MY MATE LIKE THAT!”

The entire field is utterly still as you’re heaving, standing on your tip toes in front of the bronze haired vampire pointing at Edwards cringing face, “but it’s—“ he starts, you let out a growl and sparks fly off you.

Edward shuts up.

“I will light your ass on fire.” You whisper hiss.

The Volturi are just tilting their heads like WTF.

Marcus is trying not to laugh, Caius has just become stunned glancing between his brother and the woman across the battlefield.

Aro is getting GIDDY.

“And who is the girl.” He asks.

You turn, your hips swinging with attitude and your arms crossing as you scoff. “Psh, get a load of this Mother fucker,” you whisper to yourself glaring across the expanse of space. “HEY. I have a name.”

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His First Impression:

Of course my mate swears like a sailor.

Is Aro’s first thought.

His next thought is that you’re awful adorable. Awe so lithe and cute and— Much too … hm, much too adorable to be mine I would think how In the —a violent wind kicks up and flames burst out from your body enveloping your form as you take a few steps forward.

Ah there it is.

“You wanna ask me my name— darling.” You smile wide at him.

“Of course,” his purr is laced with annoyance, but he’s far too intrigued. “Who might you be?”

“I’m y/n. No last name, my parents were assholes.” You shrug. “So, we doing this trial or we figuring the whole—“ you wave your hand between the gaping maw of land between you two, “bond thing.”

Aro pauses, a twitch on his lips, “after the proceedings cara mia.”

“Ooo… love me a man that speaks Italian—” You smirk, raising a brow and cock your head to the side.

Aro makes a stifled choked off growl as his eyes go black— thank God he lost the ability to blush as arousal slammed into him like a freight train.

You’re obviously annoyed, and have as Caius mutters ‘more balls than a Christmas tree’ and you are ready for this trial to be over.

Frankly so is Aro he wants to drag you back to Volterra and bring you to heel.

Not that he thinks that’s going to happen.

But he loves playing with fire. And you’re full of it.

He watches you glance at the Cullens and the half-breed. “Alright Nessie come on let’s show him what you can do kiddo.” You scoop the girl up and you and the Cullens walk over with Jake behind you.

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When does he know of his feelings?

When within reaching distance you set Renessme down and pat her head, “okay tiny Loch Ness, say hello.”

Bella is panicking, but she trusts you it seems, she better, you have no qualms frying— sans mate— every vampire here. They do their little song and dance. Aro tries to talk about the danger and you feel your temper boil over.

“Darling.” You croon taking a step forward with a sharp but soft smile.

You remind him of a lioness, purring softly but ready to tear into him with one movement.

He raises a brow; you are in 6 inch heels putting you nose to nose with him. “Yes carissima?” He breathes deep and nearly groans out loud, you smell so good, like spring and a heady feminine scent like perfume edged in lilacs and lavender.

“Could you pretty pretty pretty please just keep an eye on little Nessie— I hate to tell you but she’s quite important to me and I can assure you she fits in with humans better than the Cullens do.”

“And if I don’t.”

You let flames dance in your gaze. “I’ll roast everyone here except your brothers and their mates and make you start the fuck over without me.”

Aro’s done.

Cupid has struck him in his dead heart.

He’s never been more terrified or aroused or enraged at once at your dulcet threat purred from such sweet lips.

He wants to grip you by your hair to him, pick you up and haul you to somewhere private and teach you a lesson.

He wants to fight you. And it’s quite clear you’re ready to rumble, though he’s not sure you’d let him win. Or that it wouldn’t end up tangling in a bed somewhere on fire. That’s fine too.

A manic grin spreads across his face, eyes going pitch black as he snatches you up by the waist and hauls you closer loving the startled look in your eyes settling into something dark and wanting. “And if I agree?”

The brothers roll their eyes.

Go figure you’d be as bat shit as he is.

“I’ll leave with you right now.” You give him THAT look matching his almost mad grin.

A low purr echos from him making Bella clap her hands over Nessie’s ears. “Una ragazza così meravigliosa, credo che mi piaccia come funziona la tua mente.” Such a wonderful girl, I think I like how your mind works.

But your plans to drag your mate off end as Alice shows up with her witness right when he’s about to whisk you off for some obvious adult time.

Both of you sigh put out and exasperated.

Yes you just about ended an entire potential threat with batting pretty eyes and coaxing the leader of the Volturi into some fun.

But now that’s ruined because of the psychic. Alice is looking rather embarrassed as the proceedings go. Given that she probably saw how everything was about to go down.

Aro can sense you’re as annoyed as he is, that and you’re not leaving his side. And you don’t mind touching him but you’re not because oh yeah he needs to focus. But oh he can see your hand twitching towards his own.

He can easily turn his gift off and so he does and grips your hand, quickly jerking you to his side.

Electricity lights along your skin at the contact and both of you jolt a moment and glance sideways looking amused.

This was going to be fun.

——

How’d you end up with the Volturi?

Alice and her witnesses ease their concerns about Nessie. Aro placates the Volturi as you linger back behind him a bit. Everyone just poof! Vanishes.

“So ah, can we get my stuff first before you whisk me off around the world?” You ask sweetly.

Aro’s a bit startled, “you wish to leave already?”

You realize he would be willing to stay for a bit and let you acclimate.

“Nah where you go I fucking go, come on baby. Let’s get the fuck outta dodge.” You give him a teasing shove as you walk by making Carlisle’s coven silently shake in mirth at his surprised expression.

Carlisle murmurs, “Good luck Aro.”

“Fuck off Carly.” The King growls back before following you.

That’s all they wrote.

You were in. And you made yourself at home quite easily.

Jane and Alec adore you— you saw them and just SQUEEd. “OMG they’re so DEADLY but so CUTE!”

Jane wasn’t quite sure what to do with you picking her UP and hugging her nuzzling your nose to her cheek, “she’s just a tiny tot of doom I adore it! We’re going to burn the SHIT outta people.”

Alec just sat starry eyed as you ruffled his hair, “I know boys don’t like being picked up.”

Jane had become a koala on you. And you didn’t mind.

Well. You’re Mama now. Aro couldn’t be more pleased as you continue to help develop their skills trying things outside of the box.

See, that’s also a sort of talent you have— you can help people learn how to use their gifts because of how you think. Not a gift per say, but certainly useful.

Jane it turns out can utilize the fire element.

Alec can utilize air.

With you knowing both you’re easily able to teach Alec how to hone his targets and even allow his gift to POP UP near someone rather than from his hands.

Jane is capable of setting shit on fire now.

Aro isn’t sure if he’s proud or worried.

Bit of both. But you are STERN with their use of powers. And when Jane set Felix’s foot on fire she was forced to shine everyone’s shoes in the Volturi in the afternoon and write 200,000 times at HUMAN PACE. “We do not light family on fire.”

She never did it again.

The inner coven loves you. Caius and you are besties Marcus is like a big brother always doting on you. Athenadora and Sulpricia are of course still together as companions, and don’t worry about his ex wife— they were on the rocks she’s ecstatic someone else can keep him in line.

The coven instantly takes to you, in fact you’re now basically Mother to everyone. Scolding, teaching, comforting, you do it all. But you’re also a leader and a ruthless one at that.

A perfect fit Aro thinks.

——

How’d he deal with his emotions?

You are driving Aro FUCKING CRAZY.

Literally mad.

You know how to push his buttons and you are not one to do as told. So for him, he who has anyone bending to his will to see you just cock a brow at him and laugh “awe.”

He wants to choke you half to death.

You are a Queen. He tells himself. It’s to be expected that you’d challenge him.

Sulpricia finds it HILARIOUS and you two are besties. Fuck that’s all he needs. She is ever so encouraging of your independence.

He often finds himself in Sulpricia’s study pacing rampantly, “what am I going to do with her?”

“You know you like it.” Sully says lounging back on her couch. “If you didn’t you wouldn’t be so utterly ass over tea kettle.”

Aro is not good with his emotions when it comes to jealousy. And he is JEALOUS.

You’re perfect to him, utterly beautiful, you are the sun and he Icarus stupidly flying as high as he can towards you in hopes to reach the light.

You’re also inclined to let him touch you whenever you want to express things without using words— and you’ve learned to let him speak to you telepathically as well.

So often you just sit with your pinkies touching on a couch and have back and forth silently except for the occasional twitch on your lips at a humorous comment.

You’ve managed to make him huff a laugh occasionally.

But he is utterly posessive. He does not like it when men stare too long, admiring is one thing, but nothing escapes Aro.

So when a lower guard had been in trouble for an infraction and when you had disciplined him the utter disrespect for a concubine replacement was across Aro’s mind and…welll—

Guard died.

You had just looked startled and gave a ‘oh well’ kinda shrug before touching ARo’s hand. Feel better baby?

Yes you called him baby in private, so modern, and he would NEVER admit he loved it. Baby, darling, love, honey, the list went on and each one twisted his insides into ribbons of absolute adoration.

You had actually taken to the bond so well Marcus had informed him that it was practically cemented.

His only hang up was himself.

——

Who does he ask for help?

Didyme is no longer there— his dear sister, a deep sorrow as he was accidentally responsible for her death.

Marcus however is always there to be the voice of reason, and he sits Aro down and listens to his brother spill his guts. Aro is terrified, he is well aware he is THE monster that makes OTHER monsters keep in line.

But for you to look at him like that? He could never bear it. His heart would break.

Marcus sighs, “Aro come here.” He drags his brother to the training grounds.

Where Aro get’s to see his mate literally tear apart the entire guard with blades…. Did his eyes deceive him— were those made from vampire ash and fangs?!

You pause your onslaught, “oh hi darling!” You prance over and smile, “like them? My witch-smith friend made them for me! Fucking bastards kept coming for me after awhile and ya know I just hate the idea of wasting shit.”

Marcus glanced at Aro and gave him a I told you so.

“Everything okay?” You ask looking concerned. You are dragging him along as he partially willingly let’s you take him to his sister’s gardens. “What’s wrong?”

And so, he exhales and does the one thing he’s never done with his gift.

He touches your hand and shows you his own thoughts.

He expects your recoil. Expects you to shun him. Expects your hatred and braces himself for it.

You gasp and when he’s about to drag his hand away and you grip him tighter. “No don’t…let me…” and so you watch— thousands of years of memories over the course of a week or two. Asking silent questions as the images play, getting silent answers in return.

And so, in return, you show him your human life— a life that had been riddled with abusers, torment and lack of love, the iron in your spine that had solidified your creation when you had dragged yourself from an open alley way at dawn into the sewer system after being left to die being drained by a nomad after a brutal assault. You shared with him that it had taken a lot for you to even move after what had happened.

Esme had found you.

And so your friends made sure you were okay even if you didn’t follow their diet.

You both spend time going over your pasts, Aro gently asking questions and you doing the same to answer as best you could.

It was why Rosalie and you got along so well, there were some experiences one could only understand by going through it. And you both had learned how to cope with the trauma you had.

Aro is patient, both of you taking time to feel through each others wounds, taking time to rework into each others personal space.

Marcus is stunned to tell Aro that the bond is nigh unbreakable after this exchange.

The Kings magically -coughs- big brother Marcus loses his shit finding out and Caius leads the search party with Demetri— cough cough— find the nomad and he’s now in a box limb free 15 feet below the dungeon with a tube connecting him to the surface, his tongue removed and he only gets blood once a year. *Jane lit them on fire multiple times to practice her accuracy and aim*

You find out of course, and smile through the dry sobs as all three embrace you like a big protective group hug. For the first time in a very long time, it’s safe.

Truly safe.

——

What happens when he tells you?

Aro is a man of few words, and honestly not much is needed between you two with the ability to go back and forth with his gift.

So in the middle of a walk in Didyme’s gardens he merely grabs your hand gently and kisses the top of your fingers.

And you’re flooded with his emotions.

The warmth and tenderness and absolute adoration is almost enough to restart your dead heart as venom pools in your eyes. “Aro…”

He loves you, loves you more than his own life, would give anything for you to make you smile.

This isn’t the love that is complacent, to just sit idle and rust away, he wants to chase you for eternity, whatever it takes to keep you at his side.

And you flood him right back— lowering the barriers you had and after a moment he merely leans down and presses his forehead to your own, giving the two of you time to just bask in the warmth of affection that’s swirling back and forth akin to the waves of the tide under the moon and sun at twilight.

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First Kiss?

The leaders of Volterra were in the throne room, the Queens having their own thrones behind their husbands but visible carved in different woods to represent their personalities with different intricate features much like the brother’s thrones holding different crowning points but all the same color.

Your own is the same color as Aro’s throne, but mingled with mahogany accents. Ruby red stones slotted at the top with a crescent moon and sun carving emboldened with gold spiked halo.

Caius' mate's throne is a pale color, affixed with branches and beautiful earth like tones, complimenting her grounded nature.

Marcus’ Witch Mate is merely embellished in a ash throne, deep red almost black gems and the symbol for the overall witch and vampire alliance above her throne.

With all three positions of Queen in Volterra taken up by a true mate, it is the most stable the Volturi have been in several millennia.

But that day in particular was rough, there were a few traitors that had been brought forward— and one of them had managed to get loose from Felix as Aro had been gaining information lunging for the King’s throat.

You moved so fast no one even saw you as you streaked forward like a ghost and lobbed the vampire’s head off holding a blade made of vampire teeth expertly with an animalistic snarl.

You had positioned yourself in front of Aro, crouched, blade poised and your eyes wide and wild, teeth flashing with a dangerous snarl.

Marcus’ witch had already shielded Aro but paused when she saw how enraged you were. Athena and Sulpricia had faltered, Caius looked utterly proud.

You spun round, dropping your blade— knowing Felix and the others had everything in hand as Aro had reached for you, the two of you locked in an embrace, his hands holding your face still as your own hands grasped his wrists. Foreheads pressed together—

The coven was used to this, a private conversation but you could feel the utter terror that had gone through him when he saw you out of the corner of his eye. If anything had happened to you—he was almost angry at you.

But he could easily sense the rage that had consumed you at the thought of someone hurting him. Despite knowing the guard and Jane would Never allow it, your instincts had taken over.

No one would ever take from you again.

And you had been frightened.

Behind that rage when he got past it was utter fear that he’d be gone and you’d be all alone again all the tender memories would be the last you’d have of him as you gave a dry sob before the venom dropped from your eyes— a true show of vampiric emotion that was a rarity.

“Carissima, no. I’ll not leave you that easily.” He murmured and not giving a flying fuck about anyone in the room kissed you full on the mouth gathering you up in a tight embrace.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered half broken against his mouth. “I’m sorry-“

“I know I know, shhh cara mia shhh,” gathering you up he merely flitted out of the room leaving the others to deal with the issue.

Tons of snuggles. He had bundled you up to him in his private rooms and merely kept your hands together enjoying the shared emotions knowing the other was close and safe.

Aro knew exactly how to calm you, he merely showed you all his favorite memories, of the coven, of his travels, the antics his brother’s got up to. He replayed the moment he first saw you.

That always made you laugh of course she swears like a sailor.

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First Time?

It’s in an elevator.

Okay so here’s the thing. The Volturi have these massive events, and your official coronation happens at one of these.

Aro is so proud.

And so fucking jealous as you are danced across the floor with other vampires— who are oh so respectful and as they should be as Aro watches from the upper floor like an angel of death.

You look stunning, your smile lighting up the entire ballroom, friends from near and far are there— even then Cullens— God bless Carly he even had animal blood brought for him.

You’re dancing around with Nessie laughing and watching the girl child giggle like a fiend before handing her off to the Shifter Aro hated the smell but it was what it was.

Over the course of the evening he was getting awful tired of sharing you. And as the evening wound down to an end you both were just going to take the elevator back up to the private rooms as the Ballroom was on the top floor of Volterra.

The energy crackled in the small space and you both glanced at one another. It was like a short fuse had been lit on a stick of dynamite.

We’re so not doing this in an elevator are we?

You didn’t realize you had said it out loud even as you both gravitated towards one another and his hands tangled into your hair sending gold pins flying to the ground as his mouth found yours and you let out a deep moan as his tongue swiped your lips before you happily opened them.

“We’re going to be patient. Cara mia. ” He said sternly more to himself than you— then groaned when your teeth tugged gently on his bottom lip knowing it drove him crazy. “Sarai la mia morte. Sulla mia tomba scriveranno 'ha giocato con il fuoco ed è perito felicemente’” his voice became heated as his hands moved over your form, “non mi importa più, vieni da me mia fiamma, brucia con me.” You will be my death. On my grave they will write 'he played with fire and perished happily'. I don't care anymore, come to me my flame, burn with me.

His hands were gripping your backside and hauling you up, pressing himself firmly between your thighs before grinding against you. But when his teeth scraped your neck your brain shorted out—

“Oh for gods sake Aro just fuck me already—” your hands were scrabbling at his waist coat and shirt pleased how easily the buttons pinged off the walls of the elevator.

Your mate let out a pleased noise, one that was utterly inhuman when your hands tangled into his raven locks and knocked the golden V pin to the floor allowing the ocean and pomegranate scent of his to curtain you from the world as he bent his head down and kissed you as if it were the last thing he would get to do just then. Right before he smacked his hand against the emergency stop button jolting the ride to the private floor still.

If you thought his kisses were something to be swooning over— because he always knew what you needed.

Well his gift extends to much and he is in tune with it.

Your mind is his favorite place to be, and he brutally uses what he knows to his advantage as his fingers skim up your legs flinging your skirt over your thighs to teasingly grind himself against you till you’re almost clawing at him half feral.

“My pretty little mate—“ he croons at you, “you looked so beautiful cara mia,” kissing down your throat before biting marks into your flesh licking them before continuing on as his teeth jerk the fabric of your bodice and sleeves off not even bothering with his hands. “E tu sei tutto mio, cazzo.” And you’re all fucking mine.

You were busy molding your hands against his form, loving how it was just ratcheting up his half mad with desire motions, twitchy, greedy, desperate to touch, “What was it you joked about that one time?” He was referring to a memory with your best friends over drinks.

You gulped and shivered a bit. “I believe I said sometimes a girl just wants to ahem— get slammed to a wall and fucked stupid?”

He smirked as his hands tore fabric off you letting his fingers to glide along your skin, allowing your own to do the same and showing you know exactly what he liked through the bond of touch.

If you’d been human the air would have left your lungs as he pressed his body tight to your own, pinning you in place letting you feel what you did to him, the hard length of his cock pressed into your belly. “What do you say we take care of that, hm?”

You’re speaking in tongues before he even takes you fully, and roughly, there’s no slow tender love making and frankly you’re just glad for it.

His wild smile sliding into a predatory proud smirk when you’re just a mess; whining at him, begging, pleading, twitching against him and oh you’re just so pretty when at his mercy.

He literally has the tongue of the devil.

“Did I finally break you little one?” He croons despite his rough movements sending you into another shockwave of bliss as your nails make claw marks in the wall.

Fuck he had— you’ll do anything if he’ll just continue.

Your submission is like a drug, he’s mad on it, hands digging against you, making small fissures of cracks along your hips that make you groan gleeful as you push closer for more of his touches.

“That’s right bambi, give me everything.”

That’s all you hear before he’s fucking you into the wall of the elevator, sinking his teeth into your shoulder and neck just to relish in the pain and pleasure filled noises that escape from you as you beg for more, more, just please give more it’s all you want.

“My good bambi.” He growls as he begins it all over again, rumbling in your ear as your try to escape the onslaught of sensations— but happy you can’t as his grip has you immovable. “You’re not escaping me just yet.”

You’re both a mess, not that either of you care. Adjusting yourselves as best you can—

You’re lucky his private rooms are close and he simply carries you and flits you both into his rooms; you both end up continuing what was started.

——

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

He is a touch telepath, he knows exactly what you need.

But he also surprises you with what you didn’t even know you needed.

Snuggles, so many snuggles— Aro is not a tactile person— but with you?

Forget it.

He’s practically melting into your form and trying to fuse himself to you.

Massages, nuzzling your hair, biting.

Lots of biting— but not hard bites, love bites. Pressing his teeth to your skin to leave little imprints that he just can’t get over. You always poke fun at him for it.

Plus let’s face it.

Bite = Love.

He and Caius are on one mind with that.

He also took a note from Marcus and you both enjoy the heat of the baths together after a particularly long rough romp.

Which turns into a bath romp.

Because ahem *REASONS*

“I’m King I don’t need a reason to have you— now come here.” He’ll huff imperiously when you giggle at him as he drags you close into his embrace kissing you.

Okay he lies.

You looked too pretty in the bath.

Aro can’t help himself. That’s the reason.

——

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

He is SHOOK when you tell him your favorite thing about him is his hands. You never feel misunderstood.

Even in the rare fights you simply huff and reach out to him, wiggling your fingers with a pleading glance; or if he won’t take your hand you’ll walk over sit in his lap and headbutt your forehead to his like an angry cat.

But usually Aro will take your hand and you both have a deep understanding of where you’re both coming from.

After a few moments it’s settled.

You kiss his hands, he knows you love how he plays you like a finely tuned instrument when alone.

Love when he delves his fingers into your hair and cradles you close even if you’re in the throne room— he’s the fucking king he can do what he likes damn it.

But Aro is startled by this— everyone hates touching him even though he can control his gift, they seem to think that— aside from his brothers and sister in laws— that he just loves to dive into people’s minds for funsies.

No it’s awful. Plain awful. He can barely stand his own mind why would he want to traverse someone else’s?

But that brings us to what he likes about you— he LOVES your head space. When he’s stressed it’s his favorite place to be because you have a vivid imagination, as a writer as well you show him stories you’ve thought of and worlds you’ve created with vivid detail. He finds it quite amusing to use watch your thoughts too on a daily, you like it simply because he’s close.

But aside from that it’s you.

Just You.

Just ALL of you.

He can’t pick don’t make the man pick, he would just keep you near him for eternity which you seem to have no issues with.

———

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically…I am a disgusting person…)

He is quite a posessive person.

Two Words:

Breeding Kink

You’re his and his alone, so the idea of ah— claiming you that way just sends him off into the ether.

The fact that you both have a breeding kink and literally can’t have kids is a GREAT thing because you’ve literally sat there a absolute mess after round five and thought out loud as he tenderly cleans you up, “shit thank god we can’t reproduce because I am 100% sure that’d have knocked my ass up—” which has had him shaking in mirth having to pause to control himself after a few moments.

Beg him for it.

Make that whining needy noise in the back of your throat at him for him to finally give you what you need.

He’ll just lose it, pin you by the throat and well— you’ve broken a few beds this way.

He has no shame.

Just glances at the bed, hits speed dial to the furniture store and orders a new one.

His only other favorite thing with C as he soon found out from O (you’ll see) was he adores when you swallow down everything he gives you. That’s got him rumbling in Italian about what a good girl you are and how much you please him.

———

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

He’s a MASSIVE Pleasure Dom. And when I say Dom.

HE GOT DOM ENERGY.

With very mild Sadistic tendencies. (Thanks a lot Caius ya pervy fucker)

However he is also a very sincere soft streak when you’re a very good pet.

He picked up pet play from his sadistic brother hearing him call his amore Bunny. One day down the rabbit hole that is Google and he was hooked.

But he calls you Bambi. It’s an Italian term for baby-girl.

It also works because you become like a damn deer in the headlights when he pulls the Dominant voice on you.

It thrums with a low purr and has the capability to just make your brain go wait what?

HE’S A FUCKING SWITCH.

You had been pissed as shit at him. “I don’t know whether I want to strangle you or fuck you to death!” You paused because you had literally throat pinned him to the wall, the stone crumbling beneath him, feeling the muscles of his neck working as he swallowed nervously.

You were about to let go but saw his eyes had gone totally black and expectant and startled but excited.

He was just as fucking confused as you both calculated in a matter of seconds what had happened.

You were first to catch on. “Oh?….OH...….oooooohhhhhhh ….. you….you son of a….” You sputtered as he got a sly grin, “you can’t just look at me like— you are so ill behaved!!”

He wasn’t far behind and raised a black brow at you looking mischievous, “…..and what are you going to do about it mia regina?”

Next thing he knew he was face planted on his office floor with your boot pressed on his cheek making him groan low. “Gonna make you regret mouthing off to me is what I’m going to do my Aro.”

Edge him. Don’t let him touch you all day till he begs. He loves when you exert your authority especially on him? Oh forget it.

Queen Slay.

Literally you are his Queen and you are the only one who get’s to fucking tell him what to do.

And you ruthlessly do so when he’s in the mood. All you hear is “mia regina?” He’ll croon at you, as your hand comes up and drags him to you by his tie.

“would you like to be of service to me Aro?”

Magic words. He’s done, let him have you and he will literally just focus on your pleasure.

Worship Kink.

You had dropped to your knees at his desk and laid your head in his lap and he almost lost his god damn mind. You purred at him, “il mio maestro”.

Aro .exe has stopped fucking working.

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

Thanks to the tactile telepathy as well as the fact that he and his brothers have slept their way through history, Aro is a very mixed lover.

When I say greedy as a lover, he wants your pleasure for himself. And will literally drive you to it till you’re sobbing for mercy.

He has none.

But he does take pity on you when he knows you’re truly at your limit with touch.

You weren’t inexperienced but his own experience blew yours out of the damn water. Can literally have you on the edge in mere minuets. And is SMUG about it.

Fucking smug bastard just watching you with that smirk on his face and a ‘well?’ Kinda expression.

You have to beg if you want it.

You have to plead, you have to let him hear you or he’ll just keep going and I quote ‘hmmm I can’t hear you cara mia, you’re being so quiet you know that makes me want to fuck you harder, come now, let me hear you— don’t make me have to drag it from you baby girl. You know I love to hear your sweet sounds.”

Could probably kill you if you weren’t already dead with what he can do with his hands.

His tongue is even better.

When asked which you preferred you had just panted desperately after a hard orgasm, “any. All. Both. God just…holy fuck.”

He cracked up over that. “My poor baby I broke her.”

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F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Loves having you in his lap.

Prefers to see your face and eyes, seems to need it.

But occasionally he just loves gripping your neck from behind and feeling you gasp against his grip as he slams into you roughly.

Adores anything that has you clinging onto him for dear life.

Likes being in a position to mark you. Favorite thing ever.

You had once tested his patience (willfully hoping for this outcome) a bit too much and he had pinned you completely immobile to the desk of his office and fucked you within an inch of your immortal life gagging you with his black tie.

“you just have to test me don’t you mia regina?” He had growled in your ear leaning over you, his hand crunching the ornate wood to splinters as you keened and whined for him to keep going. “Such a ill behaved thing you are, should just keep you here like this for when I please hm?”

He was not joking, you were kept there quite happily under his desk sitting at his feet your head on his lap waiting and absolutely willing.

He could feel your hands grip his thighs, “quit that I know what you’re trying to do and it’s not going to work—“ his voice teetered off in a guttural growl as he looked down.

You were biting his shirt looking up at him already nudging yourself between his thighs your teeth digging into his trouser zipper and tugging down.

his hands were gripping your hair jerking you up to kiss him deep, a growl against your lips, “Fucking damn it— come here.”

When you can get him to swear which is rare— yeah…

He didn’t exactly sound angry.

But he sure fucked you like he was though.

“This is what you were after hm? You brat!” A harsh laugh as he pinned you down a bit harder, “fine then I should ensure you’re good….and….sated…shouldn’t I bambi?”

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

Very sincere.

Teasing but only in a very sexual way.

Borders on humiliation but he respects you too much.

Very serious though when he focuses on you.

He’s focusing on all the sensations you’re sending him, letting you know what he’s feeling as well which just sets you into the damn ether.

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

It’s ARO.

The man is vain.

The man is neat.

Clean and pristine.

He’d give a regal huff of annoyance, “I am not a heathen darling.”

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

Ohhh you wouldn’t know it but he’s such a god damn romantic.

He is. And he MAKES time for you. The schedules are changed so you have time together more often— something that was never done before.

Operas, romantic walks out in Volterra at night.

Sightseeing.

Your favorite was your trip to Germany in the winter with a big cozy cottage and a big fire and lots of bedding to ahem— destroy.

Aro has penguin brain.

He brings you small gifts that made him think of you— you have a bracelet that has special charms he had custom made for you, a lochness monster for when you met, a castle obviously for Volterra, a doe, different tiny items that speckled through your life, each one means something— you hardly ever take it off.

You have a collection of very sparkly stones in many jars that he found on his missions.

They are actually gemstones— insert eye roll— they set off pretty prisms through your shared rooms.

“Aren’t you going to make jewelry of them?” Aro asks.

“No darling they are perfect just as they are.” You smile.

Aro actually has the literal voice of a damn angel.

He sings to you in Italian, soft dulcet sweet tones and dances you around your rooms teasing you relentlessly.

Aro writes beautiful poetry. He will at least write one every few months when inspiration comes to him.

You have your own private box at the opera house. As well as being allowed to fund artists across the world, you’ve found incredible talent on broadway and other venues.

Flowers. Aro ensures care for a private greenhouse for you on the roof, each flower has a meaning, and they all bloom year round given the proper temperatures on the greenhouse. “Why would I send you flowers when they die so easily.” He asks kissing your cheek as you smile over the new blooms. “This is everlasting, much more fitting.” He muses.

All his poetry is in a beautiful book Caius got you for your birthday.

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J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Why would he do that when he has you?

He is a patient man.

He can wait.

And he has pristine control over himself.

He is too old for pre-pubescent raging hormone crap.

But he will legit melt for you if you do it for him. Prefers it slow, enjoying your touch and loves to watch as you take instruction.

You’re such a good girl for him.

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K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Aro is a kinky bastard.

MASSIVE Pleasure Dom.

Worship Kink.

Edging.

Controlling Orgasms *you don’t get to come till he gives permission*

Collaring *your Volturi necklace is LITERALLY on a collar*

Overstimulation. *his gift allows him to know when you’re pushed to hard and when you can take a bit more. When you’re craving that over stimulus, he’ll give it happily. Knowing he can turn you into a babbling speaking in tongues, drooling, eyes rolling back mess just— just— GAH.*

Breeding Kink *Aro has a true breeding kink, ask him to fill you up beg him for it and he’s going to lose his mind.*

Gagging. *he loves to gag you, but also loves being choked by you or you grabbing onto his tie.

Wax Play *you’re a fire elemental user, bringing candles into play is just oh it’s nice. * Prefers to have it done TO him. Your air element gift also allows you to cool the wax quickly and give new sensations.

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L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Aro is private, he prefers somewhere comfortable to take his sweet time with you.

Rooms Private, hotel, somewhere he can just lavish you and enjoy everything you can give him.

He’d rather take the time to find a nice comfy setting.

But every blue moon— he’ll just look at you in that specific dress molding to your thighs.

He will drag you into an alley way and just rail the shit out of you keeping you quiet with a firm grip over your mouth as he hisses the dirtiest things in your ear.

You two once had a quick rendezvous in a changing room at a theatre. -shrug- it was empty oh well.

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

“Master?” You bat your eyes at him

His nostrils flare as he breathes in and just knows exactly what you want and you smell so fucking good.

The tone you use.

He knows. You want him. That’s it.

Unless it’s a trial— and DO NOT DO THIS BEFORE TRIAL.

And if you happen to when he takes your hand send him your fantasies after seeing him standing there all regal and watching his mouth form syllables so well and how much better it’ll be with his mouth— ahem— busy somewhere else.

He will be so mad at you.

He’s glaring at you behind a mask of calm and you can feel the fucking tremor in his limbs.

You just bat your eyes innocently at him and smile.

His face: you’re in SO MUCH trouble.

Brat energy??? During Trial?!??! Now is that the time to give brat energy!!???

Oh. Oh. oh you are so in trouble. When he gets done with ripping some poor idiots head off— okay not really they broke the rules— stalks over to you; grabs you by your oh so pretty collar, “come with me bambi.”

And just pulls you along to your rooms with you giggling the whole way and practically prancing behind him like a— well like a doe prancing into a lions den.

He’s tossed you over his shoulder once and just flitted out of the rooms into your private chambers, hurling you onto the bed before ripping into your clothing. “You best be ready for your punishment.”

“Oooohhhhhh absolutly master.”

“that’s my girl.”

The coven just rolls their eyes. Aro is less manic with you there and you surprisingly bring ease to the coven— so ya know what if that’s what does it whatever.

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

Humiliation. No.

Impact play is one thing, but to intentionally hurt you no.

If he does impact play one hand is always touching you to ensure you’re okay.

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

Giving? The man has a wicked tongue.

His oral game is LEGIT.

Will have you in a puddle of twitching ecstasy in mere moments of teasing because he knows where to touch and that’s not just his tongue but his hands.

Will kiss you all over before even getting to the ahem— final destination.

You’re either ready to combust or ready to strangle him when he finally just begins to devour you.

Eats pussy like a man starved but has all the time to enjoy.

Smug as Fuck.

Expect him to just watch you as you’re coming back down from the absolute height he threw you up to and glaring down at his smug grin as he waits before beginning all over again.

Will go all night if you’ve been ill behaved.

Your record is 20 before you BEGGED for a break.

He finally took pity and gave you a warm bubble bath and snuggles and praises.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like receiving, however it was more just a “hm, that’s nice—“

But with you.

Especially when you had decided to walk into his office, lay your head in his lap as you had sat yourself under his desk so he could work while he played with your hair (you have a comfy cushion there who was he to argue if that was the best way to be close and he could get work done??!!)

But his work was abruptly halted when you had nuzzled his cock through his trousers dragging your mouth wide as he became painfully hard in record time.

“what is it you think you’re doing bambi?” He purred looking oh so curious.

“Nothing.” You muffled around him as your teeth found his zipper and trouser buttons with a rather feral sound.

Upon finding out you had no gag reflex and having your nose buried in his pelvis as you moaned around him he was done for and he didn’t even care.

Work was forgotten.

Loves when you pleasure him, but of course has to be in control for the most part.

Buries his hands into your hair and loves throat fucking you, praising you the entire time. “What a good thing you don’t need to breathe dolcezza.”

You had hummed around him ecstatically.

The reward for this is always drool worthy.

Play with yourself as you do and let him see you do so keeping your clothing out of the way and you’ll have him break finally, that cool haughty composure cracking as his gaze goes just utterly uncontrollably wild, his hips moving a bit harder.

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

You both fuck rough.

But you both also love the slow and sensual moments too.

Especially if you have the time to just drown in one another.

It just depends on the situation.

Rough And Fast:

Slow and Sensual is how it usually starts off, he’s so attentive, so soft and cherishes you, that is till you growl at him for more and he has of course no other option but to give you what he wants.

You’re his queen after all what kind of mate would he be if he didn’t give in?

But has today been exceedingly trying for either of you?

Or is your mate quite amped up from a particularly rough trial?

You’ve been pestering him haven’t you? Hmmm.. yeah buckle up.

You’re in trouble and therefore need to relearn where your place is— it’s in your bed, beneath him losing your mind out of pleasure.

And he is all too happy to provide that lesson if you seem to forget.

You try to forget often. You damn brat.

Slow and Sensual

However sometimes he just wants to be gentle. And frankly so do you, you want to just bask in the bond you have and slowly explore all over again despite knowing you have memorized one another to heart by now.

Doesn’t matter, you still find things that surprise you, things that make you smile.

Places that when touched cause a jolt— well that’s new.

“I could spend my entire life mapping out your body carissima.”

“that’s an awful long time in bed.”

Aro would just smirk kissing down your sternum, “oh what a pity— I suppose my brothers shall have to cover for me hm?” Bite marks being pressed into your flesh, “I plan on leaving so many of these that I forget where they are so I can find them later.”

“Such an evil overlord.” But you’re giddy, he’s going to make your entire world tilt again with those slow careful hands of his and you’re going to enjoy every second of it.

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

You’d be surprised that such a patient man could be so damn impatient for you.

He’s not as impatient as Caius but not AS patient as Marcus.

So it’s a toss up when he’s twitchy during trials and catches a glimpse of you floating down the hallway in all your grandure and he mentally tosses a coin.

Nope he can’t take it that flash of leg just set him off.

“Excuse me I do belive I remembered something that needs my attention.”

The others just inwardly roll their eyes.

Next thing you know you’re gagged by his tie in his office pinned over the desk with his teeth buried in your neck and frankly you expected this you wore that damn skirt with the slit in it to tease him.

Seeing this just makes him let out a feral noise and a laugh at the end, “oh you planned that hm?” He nibbles the outer shell of your ear, “missed me did you?”

You can only nod as he continues, eyes rolling back as he knows exactly what you’re needing and it’s certainly not gentle right now.

“I have exactly fifteen minutes before my brothers come looking for me— think you can be a good girl and make me come?”

You smirk against the gag in your mouth before purring at him; and it’s off to the races.

He’s in trouble quite often for this— but who’s to argue with him.

He’s king he can do what he wants…. At times….

Okay most of the time.

Plus he’s always in a MUCH better mood.

I wonder Why.

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

While Aro does love to experiment your safety is his utmost importance.

But he’s a curious bastard and you are right behind him on that scale so sometimes your games become a bit risky.

Never life threatening but oh boy do you two get a grin and just glance at one another, “you know we haven’t done that yet.”

“No…. No we haven’t….”

And that’s how it usually starts.

The worst thing you two can realize is you both utter “I don’t know”.

Well now you have to know if either of you are able to ahem— arrive— under rather dire circumstances such as utilizing your gift (don’t worry your gift doesn’t hurt him he knows how to use fire too surprise surprise.).

You almost had a heart attack though and nearly killed him after.

He just cackled that manic laugh that had you joining in after hitting him several times.

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

Need I say more than one word?

Vampire.

Aro takes his time most occasions, his slow, slow sweet time.

Now— you’d THINK that the rougher encounters would last a shorter period.

You’re wrong.

So wrong.

He lives for it you’re going to be so happy you’re a vampire and can’t really get sore except for when you both leave cracking handprints on one another.

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

Sensory.

Crops, leather gloves, feathers, ben wa balls are huge and he likes that they are silent but give you that teasing sensation. Wax candle play is huge for both of you and you enjoy long luxurious heated baths and sauna sessions with one another.

Ooooo he loves it.

Leather gloves area huge thing for him but not for what you’d think— he likes to challenge himself.

Sure he can know what you’re feeling but he wants to be in tune with your physical responses as well and so occasionally he dons them just to test his knowledge.

Damn smug overlord is just as good and you hate it and now he’s smirking at you while popping his jaw with his hand on his elbow waiting for you to come back into your body.

“Shut up.” You rasp as your head spins.

“I didn’t say anything.” His raven hair slides across his face as he grins wider.

“Your SMUGNESS IS LOUD ARO.”

“Me?! Smug! Why I never…” -cue the dark chuckle before he starts it up all over again, “maybe once more to ensure you remember it’s not just the gifts edge hm?”

“Ohhhh I’m going to die.” But you reach for him biting his leather clad hands.

“No you won’t.” He hums happily, “I won’t let you. You’re not allowed to leave me bambi.”

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U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

HE IS SO DAMN UNFAIR.

But so are you.

He’s not as bad as Caius but he is close, and he only does it with LOOKS.

His eyes are utterly expressive, as is that mouth of his, so when he glances at you in just the right way you can feel it drop down in your gut and sizzle.

And he does it during trial. Oh but when you do it you’re in trouble. Psh.

He’ll tease you and brush your hand as he walks by just to know that you’re basically twitching from frustration at the end of the day and about to boil over as he leans down and licks your neck. “Bambi, awe, was I too mean to you? Hmm I should make it up to you shouldn’t I?”

He always makes it up to you.

The man has the best ways to use his mouth aside from running the coven and giving orders.

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

Aro was quite clear studies, and private rooms were to be soundproofed.

He’s loud, swearing (which he normally does not do), praising mess of a man, it’s needed.

And you love it.

You can practically feel the vibration in his chest when he purrs at you, less growling, he’s not as violent unless you get him too worked up.

No no no, he loves making you melt, and knows exactly what to croon at you to make your mind go blank.

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

He’s more posessive than Marcus. And that bleeds into a protective nature.

A bit controlling, but he knows very well he can’t do that to you as he had to Sulprica. BUT it doesn’t stop him from trying as gods forbid anything happen to you.

Less Jealous than Caius.

But his ah— mood swings can cause for quite an interesting feat.

Since Marcus and Caius were always the brunt of the bashing and warfare, and he the brains behind the operation, many seem to think he has no bite marks on his body due to not being in the fray.

No.

The problem is Aro becomes too violent. Especially because of his talent when touching his victims it tends to become a frenzy. Once he had decimated an entire coven single handedly because the rage they had was swamping him.

His brothers had to pin him down and try to relay calm emotions— his sister Didyme thankfully had been the one to bring him back.

You yourself are now that calm place.

At one point, a guard had been careless enough to have thought about you in ah— that way— Aro was aware you were quite beautiful, your personality no nonsense and many of the guard and lower guard considered you a maternal figure almost otherwise a very good friend.

But this guard.

Ohhh he coveted. What was not his.

But what was worse, was that on the way to the throne room he had spoken to you rather crassly, you merely ignored him; he wasn’t even worth your time. But he had glanced you over as if you were a rather tasty morsel, the imaginings of you spread out beneath him had Aro’s hands cracking his wrists.

You saw the change slightly as you were behind him. His spine went poker straight. “You dare.” It was worse, the guard had actually tried to think of how to lure you away to him— you were a queen so surely infidelity was expected—

The rumble in his chest was a whole new sound you’d never even heard.

Both Marcus and Caius were sitting straight up and narrowing their gaze at Aro before Marcus flitted over and guided you to Aro’s throne placing you on it and standing protectively in front of you.

“Marcus?” you peered behind the eldest king and he hushed you gently.

The guard was torn apart in mere seconds.

It was utterly ruthless and with no mercy.

“People tend to forget Aro is only about a thousand years younger than I.” Marcus muttered.

You blinked. Aro was at least five thousand meaning that Marcus was Six, Caius being the youngest at three.

Aro speared the entire guard with a terrifyingly cold glare before flitting over to you, gripping your head back by your hair and sinking his teeth into your shoulder and neck with a low growl.

The sentiment was well understood as the entire guard backed the fuck away from the dais— he closed the wound before his head shot up and he snarled at the coven tucking you into his embrace your face buried into his robes. “She is mine.” It was a quiet, soft voice that spoke.

“Aro.” you muffled tugging his sleeve and looking up at him.

He showed you “what he had seen and tilted his head. Would you mind cara?”

You lit the bastard on fire with a scowl aimed at the body winding your arms about Aro’s waist and nuzzling into his solid form.

A soft kiss in your hair, his body relaxing. “That’s my bambi.”

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

Aro although he is lithe and tall….he’s not exactly easy to handle.

9” decent width, knows how to use it.

Be forewarned, he knows what he’s doing.

Tactile Telepathy, good luck remember to keep your head on straight.

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

It’s less of a wistful like of yearning.

And more a burning bonfire of desire always in the wing of his mind ready to take over the forefront.

One glance at you and he wants you— granted he thinks it might cool down over the centuries but when you look at him like that and bite your lip and grin.

Nah.

Nope. This isn’t going away. Not at all.

He of course has excellent control so he is able to push other desires to the back of his mind, but once finished you are certainly at the front of the line.

Super high.

You both are insane.

You can be sitting reading and next moment with one small brush you’re gone from the library and you’ve tackled him through the doors of your rooms and pinned him to the floor.

Insatiable.

Good luck!

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Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Aro LOVES resting with you.

He likes to just lay with his hands on your body and watching your thoughts, you’re his favorite mind to go through and he just adores it.

You both can spend hours like this if you were allowed—

He likes when you drag your fingers through his hair.

Makes him melt.

Kiss across his eyes and kiss his hands as he brushes your mouth with his fingers trying to learn you all over again.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.” He murmurs to you lazily. He has you nestled in his arms your head tucked under his jaw.

“That’s fucking fine by me.” You giggle.

He rolls his eyes and huffs a soft laugh kissing the top of your head. “Of course she swears like a sailor…”

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* You stare at the blank ceiling, the smooth unblemished surface like freshly fallen snow

* you should really put some nudie posters up there or something to lighten the mood a little.

* Light notes from the piano float around your room

* You sigh, so these are the facts as you know them:

* Edward is your best friend who has occasional bouts of brooding and flirtatious behavior.

* Bella is not albino, she has a lovely peach undertone, and a lovely grilled peach scent

* The entire coven has treated your attraction to this young lady’s blood like you got caught masturbating or wetting the bed or something

* “You don’t need to be embarrassed it’s a perfectly natural feeling.” Esme tells you while rubbing your shoulders

* “We’ve all been there” Rosalie reassures

* “Totally not a big deal, it happens to me everyday!” Jasper chimes in

* You wish sunlight hurt you so you could combust into flames on the spot

* The piano notes get louder, and you feel your mouth pinch into a frown.

* “Oh my god Edward! Read the room, I want brooding music!”

* Edward stops, up until then he had been playing a pretty cheerful Mozart piece

* You can tell he wants to ask why, you’ve been radiating joy non-stop since biology. But he decides against it

* “You really shouldn’t eat lying down.” He says as you sip blood while lying flat on your bed.

* “Okay dad.” You snort

* Edward starts to imagine what it would be like if you called him ‘daddy’

* All needy on top of him, your hands curled in fists against his chest, the breathy “daddy please” that leaves your mouth

* All of a sudden he’s ugly turned on

* “Ugh you’re no fun, I’m going to hang out with Rosalie”

* You leave the room and Edward has a total meltdown, is this what a kink is? Is he discovering a kink?!? At 100 years of age?!?!?!?

* Edward.exe is broken

* You don’t even make it to Rosalie’s room, you can smell them a mile away

* Broccoli, sugar and fat, and axe body spray. No peaches you realize with a sigh.

* They’ve only just barely rung the door bell when you open the door

* “Hey what are you guys doing here?”

* Jessica’s standing in front, looking pretty at ease, while Mike and Angela look equally uncomfortable.

* Makes sense, Jessica’s here all the time now either for homework or to watch TV.

* Mike and Angela haven’t been back since your sweet sixteen

* “How did you get down here so fast?”

* “I saw your car from upstairs” you say with a sheepish smile.

* You wish Alice would have given you a heads up, you weren’t planning on pretending to be human right now. Still you probably look raggedy enough right now in sweatpants and an oversized sweatshirt

* You can probably pull this sick thing off

* “We just wanted to check up on you, I heard from Mike and Angela you got sick during class.” And then in a more annoyed tone Jessica adds “And I guess you’re too sick to respond to all my texts and calls”

* Oh crap, where is your phone.

* You pat your pockets, and think when you saw it last

* “I left it in my locker” you smack your head. You told Edward to go grab your bag from class but you forgot your phone.

* “Hey don’t worry about it, I can get it for you tomorrow if you want.” Jessica rushes to your side and pats your arm. You shake your head

* “No I can get it myself, I’m fine I just ate something bad.” You mumble.

* You’re not missing school tomorrow. You would literally risk murder to smell Bella again.

* It’s not insatiable thirst like described in the books, more like a craving, like someone might have for nachos.

* It itches at you for a while, but if you just distract yourself long enough you can move on

* “Would you like to come in? I think Esme just baked cookies or scones or something.”

* Esme likes to bake for the smell and donate the food to the local shelter. That, or take it for her employees at her architectural firm in town.

* Firm is a loose word, she has maybe four employees, and they get one job a month, but it seems to make her happy.

* Angela and Mike give each other looks but Jessica perks up

* “Is she making those delicious earl grey scones again?” You sniff the air

* “I think she made some of that orange zest butter too”

* “Omg I am so happy you left your phone at school” Jessica giggles walking inside past you, you hear her greet Esme with a squeal

* “They really are good.” You tell them and your remaining human friends enter the house carefully

* “Soooo where is everyone?” Mike asks taking a look around your living room.

* “Ummm Rosalie’s in the garage, Alice is probably meditating on the roof, Emmett’s at swim practice, and Jasper’s probably at the barn.”

* “What about Edward?” Angela asks before Mike can ask about the barn

* Last you saw him he was playing the piano in your room, but it’s been a while since then

* “He’s probably in his room monologuing about the degradation of the American dream or something.”

* You lead them into the kitchen where Esme and Jessica are already deep in conversation about the wonder of her baking

* “-side is so light and fluffy, how do you get the tea flavor though”

* “Witchcraft.” Esme jokes, giving a full smile before putting another tray in the oven. Only Jessica laughs, the other two are too nervous to even sit down

* “Why don’t I teach you how when you come over next week.”

* Yeah you’re pretty sure Jessica is really only a fan of the “eating” and not of the “baking”

* You’re half surprised when she seems happy at the invitation.

* “Oh that sounds great, I can’t wait for it!” Jessica’s practically beaming

* Where’s Edward when you need him? You wonder what her motivations are.

* Jasper is not going to like this. He’s already irritated enough that he’s kicked out of his own house every Friday when Jessica comes over to watch arrested development

* Before you can say anything to Esme the conversation moves forward

* “Did you guys hear about that security guard that died in Mason county?”

* She’s just making small talk, you know that. But you and Esme instantly tense at the mention

* Carlisle had mentioned he thought there was a nomad wandering through, they were still far enough not to cause the coven immediate trouble, but anything that brought more attention to them was a disadvantage

* “My Dad says he heard from Chief Swan it was probably a wild animal attack” Mike mumbles over a bite of scone, you figured he would be the easiest to win over with food

* You hide a smile behind your hand, he really is like a golden retriever

* “What kind of a wild animal climbs stairs into a building” Jessica mumbles over another bite of scone. And maybe to fit in, or maybe because she’s always been a nervous eater, Angela takes a bite too.

* “Oh wow, these are really good” she murmurs

* Esme Cullen ladies and gentleman, winning the hearts of teenagers with baked goods since 19XX

* “Well you kids stay safe, stay together if you can.” She pats your head and you nod.

* You don’t know the details of the attack, you get the feeling Carlisle still see’s you as a kid and he doesn’t want to burden you.

* But assuming the small changes that have happened have nothing to do with the large changes, that means Laurent, James and Victoria will be passing through soon.

* Maybe it’s for the best Bella doesn’t get involved with Edward until later.

* You’d really like to not get all mixed up in the whole “James Thing” if you can help it.

* “Are you staying for dinner? I’m thinking of whipping up some pasta, maybe a chicken?” Esme looks to you, yeah you have no idea how she’s going to manage that. Besides the baking basics there’s no actually food in this kitchen. And the one upstairs is just for your blood bags.

* “(Y/N), do you think...Carlisle would mind if we used one of... his chickens?”

* His chickens? The only chickens in the house-

* “No Esme! My chickens are only for love and chicken snuggles” and their blood which tastes very leans yet rich. “Not to eat!”

* “It would just be one-we’ll eat your least favorite!”

* You’re really hoping this is her way of chasing the humans out because she doesn’t want to cook.

* “No- oh my god- we’re going to the diner come on!” You say tugging Jessica and Angela to stand.

* “It was great seeing you again Mrs. Cullen, see you next week!” Jessica shouts as the three of them follow you out.

* “Going out? Is that such a good idea it’s late and a school night.” Edward says as he descends down the stairs

* “Oh my god, yes Dad I’ll be home before my curfew.” You say before leaving, cue Edward crumbling onto the stairs as he imagines you calling him “daddy” again

* “I’m going to hell, I’m definitely going to hell.” He mumbles, his face in his hand.

* It’s a really short drive to the diner, also known as the only place to eat in Forks in the mid 2000’s.

*There’s not even a McDonald’s. It’s almost sad

* And when you get there, while everyone moves ahead to the table you see a familiar face.

* “Oh, Hey Bella”

* Your eyes met and you figured it would be rude not to say anything. It looks like she’s here having dinner with her Dad.

*She really does look like her dad, same eyes, same cheekbones.

* “Nice to see you again Chief Swan”

* “Nice to see you too, how’s Carlisle doing? Heard it’s been busy at the hospital.”

* “Yeah, it’s like he doesn’t sleep anymore.” You grin at your own joke.

* “Are you feeling alright now?” Bella asks, she looks genuinely concerned

* “Yeah, I um, made some questionable food choices at lunch.”

* There’s an awkward moment of silence. You get the impression that Chief Swan and his daughter are both the “strong silent” types.

* It looks like they’ve both finished eating already

* If you had known she was going to be here you would have made Edward come with you.

* “Oh hey, do you want to join us for dinner?” It just seems like the friendly thing to do for the new girl, something on-brand with human character

* Definitely not because if you get on her good side now, maybe she won’t kick you out once her and Edward get married.

*Father and daughter exchange a glance and the familiar connection they have makes you nervous.

*“Of course you don’t have to, I know you’re here with your dad so-“

* “I’m sure Bella would love to join-“ Charlie says at the same time Bella says:

* “Wouldn’t it be kind of weird since I already ate.”

* Ah, so they’re not as in sync as you thought.

* You give your best “Golden Girl - You can totally trust me with your daughter” smile.

* “I’m actually not eating either,” you place a hand over your stomach like a human might. “The uh, Clam Linguine is still haunting me, so I’m sticking to broth and sprite.”

* Why did you say Clam? You don’t even eat meat, it’s how you’ve been getting away with eating so little at lunch.

* “not a lot of vegetarian choices” You say to your human friends who nod solemnly.

* Father and Daughter exchange another look likening telepathic communication and they both move to stand

* “I’m going to finish up some paperwork at the precinct, don’t stay out to late.” Charlie says, leaning down to kiss his daughter on the forehead

* You watch with warm eyes and a small smile twitching onto your lips

* Bella is so loved.

* You can’t believe she’s willing to break her dad’s heart just so she can be 19 forever.

* Which, as you are 19 forever, you can fairly say is overrated

* “Hey guys Bella’s joining us.”

* Your female friends offer her a polite smile, you see Angela gaze flick from the menu to Bella’s face. Silently calculating the worth of this opportunity

* Any intel on this new girl would be pretty valuable

* Same old Angela

* Mike sits up straight so fast that he actually knocks his silverware off the table.

* “H-hey Bella, Hi, w-what, what are you doing here?”

* “Eating.” Bella says it so bluntly that you can’t help but laugh.

* Mike flushes bright red and Jessica and Angela exchange a look before giggling.

* “I thought it would be cool if she came over since I didn’t get to talk to her much.” You take a seat next to Jessica and Bella follows by taking the last seat between you and Mike.

* You still catch whiffs of her scent her and there, especially when she’s sitting so close to you.

* But it’s not so bad, the peachy smell is making you a little lightheaded, but you can handle it.

* At least you’re not fantascizing about killing her and everyone in this room like a certain dork you know.

* “Do you guys want to do that promotion where we get the basket of fries for the table?” Jessica asks

* “I don’t like sharing fries with Mike he eats them all.” Angela mumbles

* Yeah you remember last time when after a football game the three of them actually sat down and divided the plate in three equal portions

* They even measured out each fry dividing up the extra long ones

* “Says the person who basically eats ketchup with a spoon.” Mike retorts and Angela scoffs

* “It’s America’s best condiment for a reason Mike.” Angela snaps back

* “I think we’re getting off track, I say Mike buys us all french fries to make up for all the times he hogged the joint basket” Jessica’s teasing but Mike takes it seriously

* “What so I’m a French fry monster now?”

* “Yes” Both Angela and Jessica respond in unison without looking up from their menu cards

* “What do you think Bella?” You’re surprised that Jessica’s the one asking. You get the feeling she’s not very happy about Mike’s crush on Bella.

* “I think Mike should buy everyone their own basket since he has such a bad history with sharing.”

* “You traitor!” Mike mocks hurt and you all laugh.

* You look at Bella through the corner of your eye, maybe it’s just the lighting but she looks pinker when she’s laughing.

* She looks happy as she starts contributing to the conversation.

* “I will say the pie here is really good, I wouldn’t share even if someone paid me to.”

* “Omg yes, the cheery icebox pie is out of this world” Jessica responds

* “I’m partial to chess pie” Mike pipes in and Angela laughs

* “You guys are crazy, the fruit custard they make is the best”

* You grin as your four new friends argue about the superior dessert, watching Bella laugh beside you.

* Welcome to team human Bella

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everlesslahote1 · 3 years

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“I’d do it all over again sir” (Paul Lahote) -Request

“Could I get a Paul x reader set in eclipse where he imprints on an old friend of Carlisle who is a vamp/shifter but the wolves don’t know that and she is sassy but he try’s to fight the imprint then in the fight she is badass and shifts and he and the wolves are just kind of in awe...abit of angst but fluff ending?”

-Umm ofc you lovely being, this caught my eye and I was like “omg I love this” so this should be fun. Only thing I am going to change is the x reader and make this a oc and if it bothers you to much let me know and ill change it, Thank you❤.

Paul Lahote x oc

(warning: None that I know of)

-Enjoy!

“Nila, to what do I own this pleasure?” Carlisle said who was happy but confused to see his old friend when her coven was in Utah.

Him and his family now stood on the porch of their lovely home looking up at the girl who clung to a tall tree after hearing the ruckus she rumbled in the woods.

“You know words get around Car , What’s this newborn battle I’m hearing about” she said jumping from the tall tree she was handing from.

“A team up with the wolfs to kick newborn ass, duh” Emmet said as he leaned on the on the banister.

Nila smirked before dropping her face.

He and Nila never really saw eye to eye but they wouldn’t say they ‘hated’ each other just a firm dislike.

He was going to be the biggest in the house but not the toughest, he wanted to give it a go after not seeing her for a while,

“If it isn’t the dumbest Cullen or... should I give that to Edward for falling in love a human” she said looking between Emmet and Edward with her light brown eyes.

Since she wasn’t fully Vampire she didn’t have to drink blood, she could live off human food too.

She only chose human food because she knew everyone’s input on vampires, they all think their sum blood thirsty monster’s.

Her skin wasn’t hot to the touch but wasn’t ice cold either, it was warm like A perfect day to wear a sundress to the beach.

“Why don’t you come in, we were just discussing our plans” Carlisle said with a open hand to the door of his home.

She gave a warm smile to Esme, Rose, Alice, and Jasper which they kindly returned, while she shot a bird at Emmet and not even taking notice to Edward a second time as she stepped into their home.

“Hasn’t changed a bit” she said more to her self looking around.

“so their after Edwards walking blood bag, Why?” Nila said now knowing everything but why they were coming for Bella.

“We have no idea” Carlisle said ignoring the snarky comment from his friend, he knew how she was about anything new and a human in love with a vampire is new for everybody.

She rolled her eye’s, looking over at the window, there stood a huge tan man in a muscle shirt with cut off jean shorts and black shoes.

His hair was cut low and he smelled of woods and sweat.

“I take it he’s the wolf she lead on while pale face ran off” she said now looking back at Esme.

“Okay how long does she need to stay I mean really, all she’s doing is making comments on everything!” Bella said as Rose chuckled and Nila smirked.

Rose was known for getting under Bella’s skin so she enjoyed watching others do as such, when they first met she knew she had to befriend this little ball of fire.

This is just adding to their bond.

“Hold your tongue or I’ll throw you to the little monsters myself, if anything I’m helping save your ass” She said only half joking on first part.

Which was true, she was helping but she wasn’t doing it for Bella, she was doing it to pay Carlisle back for saving her life almost 60 years ago.

Carlisle found a 16 year old Nila beaten and bruised by her abusive uncle who took her in after her parents died, left for dead in a alley way like she was nothing.

She was beaten so bad, he soon turned her seeing it was the only thing to save her life, all without knowing she would turn into a massive wolf.

It caused problem’s for him and Esme, her anger toward the man who left her for dead almost controlling her making her faze at least 7 times a day.

Then being something that even the oldest of vampire’s have never heard of, the first of her kind and the only.

A Wolf with the same abilities as a vampires.

A hybrid.

After she learned to control her heightened emotions, Carlisle gave her a choice to stay but she wanted to see the world.

And that he understood.

So she left, later finding a small Vampire coven who soon became her family but she never forgot bout the Cullen Coven, the people who saved her life.

Bella swallowed hard before a glaring Edward grabbed her hand and walked out the room.

“I still like you, I still like her” Rose said smirking at her mate which caused him to roll his eyes.

“we train with the wolfs tomorrow at noon in a open field, be ready” Jasper said as the family walked the hybrid to the door of their home.

“See’ya soldier” she said as her small figure disappears into the night.

The Next Day...

“Again!” Nila watched Emmet shout at Jasper after losing a match.

“hey, maybe you should give it a break. Ya know? before you pop a bicep” Nila said as she leaned on a tree , not to far back.

Emmet groaned trying to ignore the smart mouth women as his mate kisses his cheek and patted his shoulder.

“Don’t be a sore loser babe” she said smirking as she smiled with Nila.

Rosalie was really liking Nila being around, it was fun having someone to be a buddy with even though the others were dreading it or didn’t pay it any mind she was here.

Everyone treated Rose like she was bomb, one wrong move and the blonde would blow up in everyone’s face.

Which was kind of true but she liked the fact that Nila treated her normally, like she wasn’t cold hearted.

Like she wasn’t on egg shells around her.

Like she wasn’t a monster.

Everyone turned their heads after hearing a car pull up only to find the two love birds jumping out and joining the group.

Not even second’s later tall, like HUGE wolfs emerged from the treat lines slightly growling at those who stood before them.

“Well...Hello doggies” Nila said pushing up off the tree she was leaning on searching over every wolf in her eye sight.

The Pack took attention to the extra leech they have never seen before, especially Paul but he looked down at Carlisle before he could get a good look at her.

“They don’t trust us enough to be in their human forms” Edward said looking at his adoptive father.

“They came, that’s what matters... will you translate?” Carlisle asked as Edward gave a slight nod and stood in front of the wolfs.

Nila heard Bella say something to a rusty brown wolf but payed what ever it was no mind

“Welcome, Jasper as experience with newborns... He can teach us how to defeat them” he gently spoke.

“They wanna know how the newborns different from us” Edward stated.

“Their a great deal stronger then us because-”

“Their own human blood lingers in their tissues” Nila spoke out now coming closer and out of the tree lines.

Carlisle nodded at his friend before continuing.

“our kind is never more physically powerful then in our first several months of this life” he finished before stepping back letting Jasper take the lead.

“Carlisle’s right... That’s why their created” he said pacing.

“A new born army doesn’t need thousands like a human army... but no human army can stand against them”

The wolfs growled lowly as to say ‘we get it’

“the two most important things to remember are first... Never let them get their arms around you, they’ll crush you instantly. And second-” he said keeping eye contact with the wolfs.

“Never go for the obvious kill, they’ll be expecting that. and you. will. lose.... Nila, Emmet!” he shouted making the buff pale man and warm colored girl step forth.

Nila gracefully stood a few feet away from Emmet with a smirk.

“Don’t hold back steroids” she said in a teasing manner.

“Not in my nature she-devil” he responded in that same manner.

She stood still as Emmet charged at her small figure pushing her back through the dirt and lifting her, throwing her to ground only for her to land on she feet lightly.

Nila saw he was going to play dirty.. she going to show him she could play filthy.

smirking , She ran towards the man with force as he swung a punch toward her but she dodged it, she grabbed and twisted his arm making him turn in mid air before using her elbow to push his back to the ground, she won.

She pinned him.

“Never lose focus, sweet cakes” she said winking and turning back to go back to her spot in the tree’s but she felt eyes on her.

Nila turned around to search of eyes even close to looking at her, only to lock with Paul’s dusty grey ones.

She then felt her world stop as if only it was him and her in the field but she didn’t break eye contact with the wolf.

She saw a future with him, marriage , kids, love. A home.

He saw the same thing... felt the same way...

“One more thing...” Jasper’s voice spoke breaking them from their trance.

‘what the hell was that’ she thought but shook her head looking up to find Carlisle on the ground who was pinned by Edward.

That soon changed when Carlisle grabbed Edwards ankle bring him down as he now pinned Edward.

“never turn your back on your enemy” he said rolling his eyes.

As it was now Rose and Jasper’s turn to spare , Nila was now to deep in her thoughts to pay any attention , Paul the same.

Pictures of Nila’s light brown eyes flashed through his mind none stop, the vision’s of their future along with them which caught Jared’s attention.

‘oh dude... tell me you didn’t, did you?’ Jared thought.

‘shut up Jared’

‘OMG YOU DID!’

‘Will you guy’s focus, our life’s are kind of on the line here’ Paul heard Embry’s voice.

‘Paul imprinted on a leech Em, how am I suppose to focus if she’s flashing in my head. Kim is going to kill me-’

‘Enough’ Sam’s voice spoke.

‘Paul, we’ll talk later now all of you focus’

Training is now over and Nila sat on the steps of the Cullen’s home.

She just couldn’t get the dark grey out of her head.

What was it about him that pulled her to him and why was all she wanted to know I mean come on. she didn’t even know his human form.

“I wouldn’t stress it Ni maybe he just thought you were cute” a holly Alice said long side her.

she smiled gently before she spoke.

“Thanks pixie”

Mean while..

“you have to tell her Paul, she as a right to know” said a annoyed Sam beside Paul as the pack sat in Emily’s kitchen eating a lunch she made for a good luck before the newborn battle they have coming up.

Since training Paul wasn’t himself, almost as if he was missing a part of himself now that he was far from his imprint.

But he also felt disappointed in him self, why a vampire out of all things?

“Sam’s right... You cant stay far without hurting your self too” Jared said as he had a full mouth.

Embry and Quil agreeing with the usually dumb minded wolf.

“Mouth closed Jared” Emily Called out to the young boy, he said a quick sorry before he continued to wolf down his food.

No pun intended.

This angered the hot head Lahote, they don’t know what its like to imprint on your natural born enemy and then had the nerve to tell him to deal with it.

They wouldn’t know how to deal with it unless it happened to them.

“You don’t anything or even what your talking about” He said coldly.

Paul stood out his seat and stormed through back door leaving the conversation he wasn’t ready to have as he ran into the woods fazing mid sprint.

Flashes of the girl the cold one’s call ‘Nila’ going through his head was to much for him so he ran... growling and barking at anything in his path way.

The Battle

Nila Pov

It was now battle day, after two long nights of waiting, her mind still on the dark grey wolf in her mind, it was finally time to let her emotions go and kick some newborn ass.

Bella Stayed with Edward and Jacob far in the hills.

Jacob carried Bella to the camp out not to far from where the battle would be held to mask her scent so the newborns would be lead to the Cullen’s and Wolf’s plus Nila instead of Bella.

Nila kind of hoped the grey wolf would show as they were preparing for battle just so she can at least hold some conversation with him.

ask him what happened at training, why did she feel a pull to be near him all the time, why does her half death body ache when she thinks about her future with out him in it.

it was so much she needed to say.

“Stand tall, here they come” Jasper says as we lined up next to each other.

They listened as the growls grew louder, Foot steps coming closer ,and branches breaking.

Finally at least 20 pairs of blood red eyes came running from the tree lines and The 7 Vampires returning the act.

Jasper heads in first as he threw a power full punch breaking the newborns head like a piece of glass that just dropped.

Emmet using his buff figure to knock another of their feet then turning to twist one’s head right off their shoulders.

Every golden eyed vampire holding their own barely even noticing the pack jumping from the bolder and attacking a hand full of Newborn their self.

Esme grabbed a newborns foot to send then flying in the air for Carlisle to push the cold body down to the ground as his mate throws the monster to the wolfs.

Literally.

Nila was fighting to get the arms of a newborn from around her figure but couldn’t, Paul took notice to her struggle and jumped at the newborn holding her in one quick movement pulling his head off with his shark teeth.

They shared a quick glance before heading their own ways.

As they cleaned all of the newborn’s clean from the open field they were in everyone finally took a breather.

“Yeah never again, that bitch almost killed me” Nila said.

“Language”

“sorry”

“How long?” Edward said coming from nowhere will Bella on his left like a sea clam.

“A few minutes... maybe ten?” Alice said.

“the pack needs to leave , the Volturi won’t honor a truce with the werewolves”

A left over newborn jumped out and a white wolf with tan and grey in its fur attacked without thinking on anything.

“LEAH DONT!” Edward yelled.

The same dark grey wolf Nila as yet to talk to in human form jumped over the said wolf and latched on to the newborn then started to rumble.

Nila started to tense as the gray wolf started to lose his upper hand on the newborn.

The newborn got his arms around the grey wolf crushing his spine as Jasper said almost instantly, the wolf dropped to floor turning and whining in pain.

“NO!” Nila said running towards the monster who hurt the grey wolf fazing mid sprint and with one clean movement she torn the newborns head off.

“Paul... Hold on ok, Carlisle’s gonna take care of you” Edward said to the now human laying once where the grey wolf was.

There laid a tan man with the same tattoo as Jacob but buffer with arms in a x to try and help with the pain in his body but it was no use.

Nila’s wolf ran to the mans side ignoring his lack of clothes as she whined, a way of tell Carlisle to help him.

“his bones on the right, half them are shattered” Carlisle said.

5 boys and 1 girl soon came to Paul’s side in a hurry.

“Paul , You idiot! I Had it” Leah shouted.

“Leah!”

“we need to get him out of here , we’re not gonna want a fight with the Volturi” Edward said as Nila laid on her stomach resting her head gently on Paul’s shoulder ,whining.

“we’ll take him back to Billy’s” Sam said.

“I’ll be there as soon as I can”

The boys started to close in on Paul which Nila didn’t take to kindly , she missed what she was being said between the pack and Carlisle.

All she could focus on was Paul laying flat on the floor who she adored and felt the need to protect, moaning in pain.

Nila growled loudly as the 5 boy came in closer.

“Nila, they’re helping him. let them.”

She huffed before she started to whine again, hearing cries from Paul brought cries of her own.

“she can come... maybe she could help” Jacob suggest to Sam as they held Paul’s body up.

Sam nodded.

“They’re Coming!” Alice said which made Nila look to Carlisle as to ask could she.

He gave a warm smile before speaking.

“Go”

She hurried and follow the boys and Leah out of the woods.

Nila is now shifted back and everyone is at Billy’s.

Everyone’s out side as Paul screamed, it made her uneasy.

“What are they doing to him!” she asked turning to who she learned was Embry.

“Doc’s rebreaking his bones” she took a deep breath before she heard another one of Paul’s cries.

She slipped her finger into her hair and gripped it slightly.

Nila was freaking out and this wasn’t like her, she was pacing the grass as she tried to block out Paul’s screams.

“Paul Imprinted on you!” Jared rushed out trying to help the girl at least stay in one spot, all her walking and things were making him nervous.

“nice going jackass”

“really dude”

“Oh my gosh”

“this wasn’t the time...”

“someone had to say it!’

Nila zoned out their babbling as she focused on what she just heard, of course she has heard of imprinting but she just thought she had something on her face and her brain wanted to be over the top.

But instead he imprinted... and he didn’t tell her...

Nila felt her heart clench, was she not good enough to be is imprint? is that why he didn’t say anything?

The door to the little red house shack opened. Carlisle and Sam came out and shut the door.

Once again Carlisle said something and Nila didn’t pay it any mind.

“Nila... He’s asking for you”

She Looked up and shot through the door she walked down the small hall to find Paul on a bed in a pool of sweat and bandages.

He opened his eye’s half way to see her standing in the door way and muffled a laugh.

“so... your the hero wolf” he said in horse.

she gently smiled as she walked closer to the bed and sat on her knees.

“I- guess I am” she said looking up at him in his eyes.

They were beautiful to her, the way they shined even with no light on them.

“Look-” he said trying to sit up.

“Hey! no no no, stay still” she said starting to panic as she placed her small hands on his chest gently pushing him back down.

“ahh”

“Sorry- I’m so sorry- I-I should leave, I’m making things worst-” she said talking fast and getting up.

Paul caught her by her hand feeling the sparks on his skin as they touched.

In all honesty he didn’t want her to leave.

“Stay... please” he said making her slowly take her seat back on the floor, never taking his hand out of hers.

They sat in a peaceful silence before he spoke.

“I should have told you about the imprint... I’m sorry” he said looking at the side of her face but she turned her head to look him in his face.

“it’s okay, I get the whole Vampire werewolf hate thing but before you make up your mind-” she took a deep breath as she finally pulled her hand away from his now picking at her nails.

“I-I don’t think I have the will to stay away from you anymore” she said looking at her hands as he stared at her.

“Then don’t...” he said gently.

She look at his face to see if he was joking about what he said but she found no joking matter expression on his face.

She blushed.

“Lets start over” he said slowly sticking his hand out to shake hers which she gently shook.

“Hi, I’m Paul Lahote. I’m a werewolf, I imprinted on you and Thank you for saving my life ma’am” he said making her giggle.

“Hi, I’m Nila Livid. I’m a Hybrid, I kind of don’t mind-” She said smiling and falling into his eyes.

“and I’d do it all over again sir” she smiled making him smile and hold her hand tighter.

“Nice to meet you Nila”

HAPPY NEW YEARSSSS!❤

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cudan2 · 3 years

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We’re Only Human

Spring Break Shadowing Part 4

Carlisle Cullen x Reader

Word Count: 2,040

Summary: It’s the last day of shadowing with Dr. Cullen, but you’ve come to realize a little more about how you feel towards him. Cue crushes and a little bit of chaos along the way.

A/N: I finished the semester and can actually dedicate time to writing this again because instead of being on spring break, I’m now on winter break. I also chopped this part in half because it was probably going to be over 6,000 words otherwise and that’s just a lot compared to the previous ones. Bear with me, guys. Another note - I’m thinking about posting this on Ao3 but will rewrite it because I don’t know what I was thinking when I wrote this in present tense lol.

Anyways, this is #8 on my headcanon list.

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You don’t know how it happened, but time is on your side and you’re running early this morning. The sun has just risen and casts a warm glow across the hospital as you make you way to the Starbucks, determined to be the one to buy Doctor Cullen his drink for once.

Meeting him here every morning has become a tradition, a tradition that involves him getting you breakfast every day you’ve shadowed him this week. The two of you would chat about various topics while walking to where ever he had to be next. Sometimes you would prod his brain with more medical-related questions, occasionally he would tell stories from his past, but regardless, his every word had you captivated.

Alright, perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to finally admit that you may or may not have developed a tiny crush on Doctor Cullen. To be fair though, this is your last day shadowing him and it’s not like you’re ever going to see him again anyways. You feel a pang of disappointment at the thought, but it soon disappears when Emily greets you at the counter.

“Hi, Y/N! Where’s the doctor today?”

“I was running early today, so I figured I’d grab both of our drinks.” You place your order and ask the barista what Doctor Cullen’s “usual” was.

“Oh that?” she laughs. “He gets boiling water. It’s a little weird, but I just assumed he makes tea with it.”

Boiling... water? You think back to the last several days and try to remember what Doctor Cullen even did with his drink. He definitely never made tea with it. In fact, you don’t think he’s ever taken a sip out of the cup before throwing it away.

“Then I’ll be adding a grande boiled water to my order,” you tell Emily and thank her before she moves on to the next person in line.

You wait to the side for your food and see Jaime standing there too. He’s wearing a backpack and a faded college sweatshirt thrown over his scrubs, and you’re reminded of how many years left of school you have before you can even call yourself a doctor. You wave to him, and he pulls an earbud out from his ear with a sleepy smile.

“Hey, what’s up?” he greets you.

“Nothing much, just grabbing something to eat before the day starts. I’m surprised to see you here though. What happened to morning rounds?”

Jaime lets out what you can only discern as a mix between a hollowed laugh and a groan and tells you about forgetting his coffee at home. “Don’t even get me started on this morning. My car died on me, so I had to get an Uber. Lo and behold, there weren’t any Ubers around either, so ya boy eventually took not just a taxi, but a taxi and the train. By the time I got here, I realized my coffee was still on the counter at home, and so now I’m here.”

Damn, and you thought mornings were rough for you.

“Sorry to hear that! Did you get in trouble for being late?”

“I called Doctor Cullen myself and told him what was happening. He was so understanding, god bless, so I’m in the clear for now.

At the mention of the doctor, your thoughts instantly go back to blond tresses and a brilliant smile you already know you’ll miss when you leave the hospital for the last time today.

“Yeah, he’s pretty great, isn’t he?” you say a little too dreamily. Jaime gives you a knowing look and you rein it back in, hoping you haven’t exposed yourself already.

“You know, I think he’s going to miss you the most when you leave.” You don’t even get the chance to react when Jaime continues on, “Don’t get me wrong, Lily and I will definitely miss having you around, but the man really took a liking to you a lot faster than he did with us.”

“What do you mean?”

“He always kept us at an arm’s length before you came around. All of that personal stuff you get out of him would have taken him weeks to tell us before, and that’s if we’re lucky. He just seems more comfortable around you,” Jaime shrugs. His coffee is then called out, cutting off anything he wanted to say next. “That’s my cue. I’ll see you later!”

You take a moment to mull over what Jaime said. From your perspective, Doctor Cullen has treated you exactly the same way he does with everyone else. You don’t dare to over think what Jaime could be saying – over thinking never leads to anything good. And yet, the damage is done. The seed has been planted and now you can’t help but wonder about what made you stand out to the doctor.

Your own order is called, and you’re pulled from your thoughts with the smell of warm food.

Now armed with two beverages and a pastry bag sandwiched between your fingers, you make your way to a nearby table to wait for Doctor Cullen. Your wait is soon cut short though, as you see him walking towards you out of your peripheral vision. The clouds shift and the sun shines through the windows again. Its golden rays pass over the doctor, and for a second, you swear you could see him shimmering in the sunlight.

You squint strangely and blink a few times. Get it together, you tell yourself. Over thinking is clearly playing some weird psychological tricks on your eyes, and you still needed to be on your A-game.

“Hey you,” he flashes that familiar smile once more when reaching the table you are settled at. “You’re early today.”

“I am. It even gave me the chance to get you your water.” You hand him the cup with a smirk, having made sure to put a sleeve on it earlier because unlike Doctor Cullen, you actually have hands that hold the risk of being burnt.

“Ah, I see Emily has divulged one of my secrets with you. Thank you, Y/N, you really didn’t have to.”

“It’s nothing,” you insist. Seriously, water is free at Starbucks. “Think of it as a small thank you present. It’s the least I could do for the amazing surgeon that let me follow him around for the week.”

“Hmm, I think you may have meant the amazing, extremely kind, highly skilled, and not to mention, quite dashing–”

“Okay! No need to flatter yourself,” you laugh, trying your best to refrain from rolling your eyes. In all honesty, you can’t describe him any better. Add in attractive, intelligent, compassionate, way too humble sometimes, and it would be the perfect recipe to recreate another Doctor Cullen.

From there on, your daily routine at the hospital continues without a hitch. It’s a morning filled with back to back surgeries and question after question thrown at you from the doctor. There is no doubt that he is keeping you on your toes – literally and figuratively. You have to admit though, you are pretty proud of yourself for being able to answer the majority of his questions.

Your feet swing aimlessly while you spin around in a padded chair in Doctor Cullen’s office. Your laptop is open on his desk, displaying a blank document that’s meant to be your personal statement. It has been a little over an hour since he left you here to attend a mandatory meeting and you are starting to get antsy.

Aside from several stacks of files and other various papers, the desk lacks the small trinkets you would expect to see. As a matter of fact, the office itself is surprisingly void of anything personal. There aren’t any pictures of family, friends, pets, not even of a possible wife. There are no decorations on the wall either, and if it weren’t for the leather briefcase leaning against the side of the desk, you’d never believe this office belonged to him. No wonder he spends as much time as possible outside of this dismal room.

As you continue spinning in the chair, you bring up a paper fortune teller made earlier from a sticky note. You choose a color, two subsequent numbers, and flip open the flap to reveal the fortune.

Brunch date with Dr. Cullen.

The things you do to kill time. Your friends would never let you live this down if they could see you now.

Just as you’re about to go another round with the fortune teller, the door opens and Doctor Cullen walks in. The fortune teller goes flying out of your hands and onto the floor next to you as you jump in surprise and halt the spinning.

“Sorry about the wait, Y/N. I’m afraid the meeting took longer than expected,” he says, his words laced with a hint of bitterness. Luckily, he didn’t seem to notice you nearly jumping out of your skin. Not wanting to draw attention to the fortune teller on the floor, you leave it there for now and start packing up your stuff.

“I presume you found a way to entertain yourself?”

“Kind of? I tried starting my personal statement again. It’s really not coming together,” you laugh dryly. Too preoccupied with turning off your laptop and putting it away, you don’t notice that Doctor Cullen walking around to the head of the desk where you are until it’s too late.

Oh crap, the fortune teller. Of course, he just has to notice it too and picks it up with a curious expression. You look up, and he’s standing there with it in his hand.

“Did you make this?”

You leap up from the chair and snatch it out of his hand before he can examine it any closer. There is no way in hell you’re letting him open it.

“Uh, yeah... It’s just something we used to make in elementary school – nothing special!” You try to play it off as cool as possible and slip the fortune teller into the small trash can underneath his desk. “So what’s next on the schedule?”

He takes a moment before answering you. You see his eyes study the way your fingers nervously fidgets with a loose thread on your shirt. He seemingly brushes off the interaction that occurred and responds, “Pre-op. I believe this one will be much different than the others you’ve observed this week.”

“What’s different about it?” you ask. Doctor Cullen starts to leave and holds the door open for you.

“You’ll see.” You don’t have to look at him to know he’s smirking.

He shuts the door and you start walking towards to the surgical department when a hand abruptly pulls you back just a little too hard. You trip over your own feet in the process and in some miraculous, but also really unlucky, sadistic, cruel-of-the-universe sort of way, land in Doctor Cullen’s arms. Goosebumps form up your arms where he’s holding you, and you can’t tell whether it’s from the temperature difference or the fact that your face is only an inch away from his chest.

You are absolutely mortified to say the least. Heat begins crawling up your cheeks and if there was a witness, they would have seen you quite literally jump out of the doctor’s arms.

“I’m so sorry, Doctor Cullen! I didn’t mean to trip and fall and–”

“No, no, please, Y/N. It was of no fault of yours. I admit, I wholly underestimated the extent of my strength in that moment.” You stare at him, still dismayed at what happened, but it seems you aren’t the only one feeling like a deer in the headlights. “Can you find it in yourself to forgive me?” he asks, smiling meekly.

“It’s fine, these things happen. We’re only human after all, right?”

“...Right.” There’s a moment of silence that goes on for longer than you prefer, and you can’t help but feel like you’re the punchline of some inside joke. You don’t dwell on it though. There’s really only so much social embarrassment you can handle in one day. “Now, if there aren’t any more near-accidents,” he points in the opposite direction and says, “we’re headed to the children’s hospital.”

Oh.

#carlisle cullen #carlisle cullen x reader #carlisle cullen imagine #twilight imagines #twilight fanfiction #twilight saga #twilight #twilight renessaince #twilight revival #twilight reboot #it's like 3:30 am #school ended but my sleep schedule still sucks #maybe it's cause I still feel the need to be productive #the next part is the one i struggled with for the last 7 months #which is why i just chopped the part in half #ugh i jsut have to get through the next part and ill be in the home stretch #the quality of my writing really declines when i have to write actual plot LMAO #doctor daddy cullen #twilight renaissance

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Daddy Issues - Carlisle Cullen

Pairing: Carlisle Cullen x (female) reader

Warnings: Abuse, age gap, language, very cliche

Summary: Reader is Bella’s friend and she starts falling for a certain doctor.

Author’s Note: I know this isn’t what anyone wanted but I wrote it anyway. -Kelsie

Word Count: 2,489

Spending the night in the hospital wasn’t how you thought your Friday night would go, yet there you were. How did you end up in this situation in the first place?

After school let out, Bella invited you to go with her and Edward to the hospital to visit his father. Once arriving at the hospital the doctor was very busy so the three of you busied yourselves with homework in the waiting room. You couldn’t remember quite why Edward needed to see his dad, but you didn’t mind waiting. Anything was better than going home.

You three spent a few hours in the quiet waiting room doing homework, and by the time you finished you felt pretty good- despite your pounding headache of course. You rubbed the sides of your head in an attempt to make the pain go away, but it didn’t work. Bella mumbled something under her breath about how you never drank enough water but you ignored her.

Edward decided that he wouldn’t keep you and Bella waiting any longer in the hospital so he stood up quickly, offering to drive you both home. It was getting dark outside already so you decided it would be a good idea. You must have stood up a little too quickly though, because the next thing you knew you were laying in a hospital bed looking up at Dr. Cullen above you.

“You’re awake,” He stated cheerfully, grabbing the clipboard at the end of your hospital bed.

“What happened?” You asked, sitting up.

“You fainted,” He said, flipping through your paperwork, “Dehydration. Luckily Edward was there to catch you or you might have ended up with a concussion as well,”

Bella was right.

“I hope you don’t mind,” He continued, “I sent him and Bella home, it was getting late,”

Late? How late? You looked over to the clock on the wall that read 10:30pm.

“Oh shit,” You gasped, throwing the wool blanket off of you, “I have to get home, it’s past curfew,”

“Slow down,” Dr. Cullen rushed to your side quickly, placing a strong hand on your shoulder, keeping you seated on the bed.

“My dad’s gonna kill me,” You said, looking up at him, “I need to leave,”

“You can,” He smiled down at you charmingly and your stomach flipped, “At least let me take the IV out of your arm first,”

He held your arm with one hand and slowly took out the IV with the other. His skin was ice cold against yours. Nonetheless, you couldn’t help but enjoy the skin-on-skin contact.

“Thank you,” You mumbled as he helped you out of the bed.

“My shift is over,” He said, watching you as you put your shoes on, “if you need a ride home?”

You glanced up at him confused. It seemed a bit inappropriate seeing as he was your doctor. It wouldn’t be too weird though, right? He was Edwards dad just trying to do you a favor. As long as you didn’t think too much about your little schoolgirl crush on him, it would be fine. You were 18 anyway.

“That’d be nice,” You smiled, trying to hide your blush.

You followed him out of the hospital and into the crowded parking lot to his car. He helped you in- which seemed a bit unnecessary to you, but you let him anyway.

“I really appreciate this,” You said as he got into the drivers side.

“Of course,” He smiled at you- once again causing your stomach to flip, “A friend of Edwards is a friend of mine,”

The ride to your house was rather quiet, but not awkward. Once he pulled up in front, you glanced nervously at the clock.

11:00

He must have sensed your hesitation.

“Everything okay?” He asked, leaning toward you a tad.

“Yea,” You nodded quickly, “I’m fine, I just…” You didn’t finish as you stared at your front door, worried.

“If you feel faint again, don’t hesitate to call me,”

You turned to see him quickly writing his number down on a scrap of paper.

“Thank you,” You took the paper from him and shoved it in your pocket quickly, “Thanks again for the ride,”

You quickly grabbed your bag and stepped out of the warm car into the cold night of the pacific northwest. He waited until you were at your front door before driving off, which you appreciated.

You smiled softly to yourself before opening your front door. To your relief, your parents were both asleep on the couch. You snuck quietly over to your room and closed the door quickly behind you. Pulling out the slip of paper with his number on it, you admired his neat handwriting for a moment before setting it on your dresser.

The next few days passed smoothly- your parents didn’t seem to notice that you missed curfew Friday night. You spent Sunday at a farmer’s market with Bella and Edward. Edward was dropped off by his father at the entrance, who ushered for you to come over. You leaned into the passenger’s side window once Edward was out and talking with Bella by the gate.

“Dr. Cullen,” You couldn’t help but let your eyes trail over his face and to his smooth hair that seemed to always stay in place.

“Please,” He laughed slightly, “Call me Carlisle,”

“Okay,” You breathed, trying not to lean in more toward him, “Carlisle, I’ve been feeling a lot better,”

“Good!” He smiled, and your breath hitched in your throat as he took off his dark sunglasses to look at you, “You’ve been drinking a lot of water?”

“Yes sir,”

He smirked before looking away.

“Anyway,” He said, clearing his throat, “You guys enjoy yourselves,”

“Thanks!” You backed up from his car, “Have a good Sunday!”

He smiled again before driving off.

“What was that?”

You turned to see Bella next to you with a confused expression.

“What was what?” You asked, also confused.

“You were flirting with him,”

“Was not,”

“You were,” Edward added, stepping forward, “You like him,”

“I have daddy issues,” You scoffed, “I like every older man I meet,”

You walked off quickly toward the market, hoping they would just take it as a joke, but the both of them sent each other awkward glances once you turned your back.

That night once you got home, your father was leaning against the wall in the living room.

“Hi Dad,” You closed the door behind you slowly, “How’s your Sunday been?”

“Where were you?” He asked, ignoring your question.

“Farmers market,” You answered simply, setting your bag down.

“Why did a boy drop you off?”

“Who? Edward?” You asked, “He’s Bella’s boyfriend, Dad,”

“I don’t care,”

Your stomach dropped as he stepped toward you. You could smell the liquor on him. Who knows how many drinks he had before you came home.

“It won’t happen again,” You mumbled, looking down, “I’m sorry,”

“You’re right,” He said, lighting a cigar once he was standing directly in front of you, “It won’t happen again,”

He blew the smoke directly in your face and you tried hiding your quiet cough.

“What’d I say about boys?”

“I can’t hang out with them,” You glanced over at your mom who was sitting on the couch for some sort of help, but she kept her eyes down on the magazine in front of her.

“That’s right,” He said, grabbing your wrist, “How am I supposed to trust you when you break my rules?”

His grip on your wrist tightened when you tried pulling away.

“I’m sorry,” You said again, “I promise it won’t happen again,”

Your reasoning seemed to be going right through him tonight, you couldn’t even make eye contact with him he was so drunk.

“Daddy please,” You whispered as you tried pulling your wrist away again. His grip tightened again and you held in a whimper.

“I’m getting real tired of your bullshit,” He slurred, coughing slightly from the smoke that was now filling the small living room.

“I’m sorry,”

He coughed some more before slamming the lit end of his cigar suddenly down onto your open palm. You let out a loud whimper as he finally let go of your wrist and walked away to his bedroom.

“Run it under some cold water,” Your mom mumbled before following him.

Once you were left alone in the living room you fell to your knees and cried silently. Your father had never gone this far before. You held your bruised wrist gently before grabbing your bag and quickly going into your bedroom and locking the door behind you.

Following your mother's instructions, you tried to run your hand under some cold water in your bathroom, but it hurt too much. You pulled away in defeat as more tears silently streamed down your face.

You glanced over at the slip of paper sitting on your dresser with Dr. Cullen’s number on it. You couldn’t bother him. It’s too late. How would you even explain what happened to him?

You tried to run your hand under the water again but couldn’t bear the pain enough to clean the wound.

Defeated, you grabbed the paper and quickly typed the number into your phone. It rang a few times before he finally picked up.

“Hello?”

Your breath caught in your throat. You had just seen him that morning- yet you were happy to hear his voice again so soon.

“Carlisle?” You mumbled, trying to hold back more tears, “Um, it’s y/n,”

“y/n,” His voice perked up a bit, “is everything okay?”

“I um,” You sniffed a bit and looked down at your visibly bruised wrist, “I seemed to have hurt myself a little bit,” You laughed slightly, trying to make it seem like not that big of a deal, “I just, uhm, I need your help,”

“Of course,” he sounded worried but you tried to ignore it, “I’ll be over as quick as I can,”

“Can you pick me up at the end of the street?” You whispered, glancing toward your bedroom door.

“...sure,” He hesitated, “I’m on my way,”

You mumbled a quick ‘thank you’ before hanging up and grabbing your bag, throwing it out of your bedroom window. You climbed-with great difficulty- out of the window as well and closed it quietly behind you. Then, you walked up the street toward the end of the road. About fifteen minutes passed before his familiar car pulled up next to you.

You quickly got inside, hoping it wasn’t too obvious that you had been crying. He instantly reached over to your arm that you were cradling and pulled it toward him so he could look at it.

“I thought you said you hurt yourself,” He mumbled, pulling your sleeve up to look at your bruises.

“I’m sure I did something to condone it,” You whispered, looking away. You were surprised how comfortable you felt around him.

“y/n,” He whispered, running his cold hand over your bruised arm softly, “Nothing condones this,”

He set your arm back in your lap before starting the car up and quickly driving out of your neighborhood.

“Where are we going?” You asked, looking over at his frustrated expression. He was going 20 over the speed limit and you began to grow nervous.

“I’m taking you to my house,” He said, eyes glued to the road, “My equipment is there,”

“I’m sorry,” You sniffed, looking down.

“Don’t ever apologize to me,” He sounded angry, “Does Bella know?”

“Know what?” You asked, watching your surroundings speed by quickly outside the window.

“About your father,”

“Oh,” You mumbled, looking down again, “No… she’d probably tell Charlie,”

“As she should,”

You looked over at him quickly, “Please don’t tell him, my dad can’t get in trouble. He's the only person that can take care of my mom,”

He looked at you and in the passing of the street lights you could see the anger in his eyes clearly now.

“I’m sure you can find someone else,”

“Carlisle,” You were basically begging at this point, “ Please don’t tell anyone,”

He realized how much this meant to you and turned his attention back toward the road without saying anything. The rest of the ride was silent. You pulled up next to his large house after about ten minutes and he quickly helped you out of the low car and into the house. You would’ve been more in awe of the glamorous house but your attention stayed on your pained arm and Carlisle’s hand pressed against your lower back. He was leading you quickly through the house and the two of you finally reached an office with medical equipment in it.

He silently sat you down in the desk chair and pulled your sleeve up so he could once again see your arm. His cold hands trailed down the bruises and to your hand which he opened, exposing the cigar burn on your palm.

You had to admit, his movements were distracting you from the pain very well.

He left quickly to grab a wet towel before kneeling down in front of you and pressing it down on your palm firmly. You gasped, grabbing his thigh with your free hand and closing your eyes in pain.

“I’m sorry,” He mumbled, continuing to rub your palm with the soaked towel. Then he took a burn ointment and rubbed it over the wound quickly.

“Holy shit,” You gasped, trying to catch your breath. It was the most pain you had ever been in.

Carlisle looked up at you with worried eyes and you realized your hand was still on his thigh.

“Sorry,” You mumbled, pulling it away quickly.

“It’s alright,” He said, still looking up at you, “This’ll take a while to heal, but the bruises shouldn't take as long,”

He grabbed a bag of ice and placed it on the worst parts of the bruises on your arm before wrapping it quickly with bandages.

“Thank you,” You mumbled, looking down.

He helped you up from the chair so you were standing directly in front of him. You were close enough to smell his cologne and you nervously looked up at him.

“I hope it’s not too much to ask,” He whispered, busying himself with the bandage around your arm, “that you stay the night,”

Your breath caught in your throat and you just stared up at him in awe.

“I don’t feel very comfortable sending you back there,” He explained further, “Our guest bed here has no sheets on it currently, so you can use mine,”

“Your sheets?” You asked, confused.

“My bed,”

Your mouth dropped open in protest but he stopped you quickly, “It’s no big deal, I promise,”

“I can’t,” You stumbled over your words, “I mean, you’ve already helped me so much- I can’t take your bed,”

“It’s no big deal,” He said again.

It seemed like you didn’t have much of a choice.

a/n: yo wtf this is the most cliche thing I've ever written but whateva 🤩 part 2 soon?

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writtenjewels · 4 years

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Mistake

“Fuck. Fuck, shit, shit, goddammit!”

Emmett had been keeping up a stream of curses for the past five minutes. Rosalie couldn't concentrate on that, only on moving them farther away from the bodies. She was relieved when he followed. She was also taking care not to breathe, as she knew he would smell like human blood. Unfortunately no breath meant she couldn't speak to him, couldn't assure him.

Almost there. She could hear the sound of a river ahead of them. She put on a fresh burst of speed. Emmett kept pace with her. Rosalie wasn't sure he knew where she was leading him. He was so busy spiraling he probably didn't care.

“Shit! Shit, shit, shit!”

They made it to the river. Rosalie pointed to it wordlessly. He didn't think twice, of course; he jumped right in. Rosalie stood on the bank, waiting for a few seconds before allowing herself a breath. She didn't catch the scent of blood.

Emmett popped back out, spitting out a mouthful of water. “Fuck!” he cursed. “Carlisle is going to be so pissed at me!”

“No,” Rosalie argued. “I don't think he's capable of being 'pissed'. He'll be upset, but he'll understand.”

“That's almost worse,” Emmett grunted. He pulled himself out of the river, shaking off like a wet dog. Rosalie felt a tickle of a laugh watching him. “You know when my mom was mad at me, she really let me have it. But at least that was all. Carlisle's quiet disappointment's gonna last forever.”

“A few days at most,” Rosalie corrected. But she understood. Emmett thought the world of Carlisle, seeing the man as one of his angels. He didn't like the idea of disappointing the man. Rosalie watched Emmett in concern. She knew they would have to get back, but... “Let's sit for a while.”

Emmett looked relieved and sat by her on the river bank. He was already drenched so he plunked his feet in the water. Rosalie slowly slid her feet forward until they joined his. She could sacrifice a pair of shoes for him.

“I don't know what happened,” Emmett admitted. “I thought I was doing really well. But I smelled them, and... I don't know, something kind of snapped. I've never smelled a human that good before.”

“If it helps, you were quick. I don't think they felt anything.”

“That's good, but that's not what bugs me.” He watched her out of the corner of his eye. “I didn't scare you, did I?”

“Me?” She thought back. She was alarmed, certainly, when he suddenly left her and attacked the humans. But no, she hadn't been afraid. Rosalie knew that whatever sent him into that blood craze wouldn't affect him so strongly that he would hurt her.

Oh. The realization hit her. She had known Emmett wouldn't hurt her... Was so sure of it.

“Please,” she huffed, teasing to hide her feelings. “You're like a giant teddy bear.”

“A teddy bear?” he echoed in mock horror. He instantly picked up that she was kidding and played along, holding up his hands like claws. “I am so gonna get you for that!”

“You can try,” she laughed, and ran off. He chased after her, laughing.

#rosalie x emmett #rosalie hale #emmett cullen #twilight

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nothoughtsjust-vibes · 4 years

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I started Twilight for the thousandth time because I hate myself and this time I recorded most of my thoughts and, since I have no one irl, I have To shout them into the Void

1. Why is all the dialogue so cringey?

2. Why would she remember her favorite dessert at a rando diner when she hasn’t been there in several years?

3. The coloring is just so blue

4. Why does she look SO PALE?! Is it because K Stew was actually supes pale or because the director wanted her to look vampiric?

5. Why does Bella sound like she’s gonna cry when she implies that the guys at school are sexually harassing her? Could it be BECAUSE THEY WERE DOING THAT?!

6. “Things were getting a little strange”? Just because he wasn’t in school? Bitch, you met him once and he was an ass, any sane person would just forget it.

7. “You’re not in Phoenix anymore, Bells”. They don’t have animals in Phoenix?

8. Why is every guy so invested in Bella?

9. Their first convo in class is SO AWKWARD!!! Is that bad directing and writing or is it genius?

10. “Any cold wet thing, I don’t really...” fast forward two years she’s getting dicked down by vampire cock

11. Her telling Edward about her mom and Phil is so awkward. Like, he needs to ask her to explain things that she should know need explaining. “Why’d you move here?” “My mom remarried...” “So, you don’t like the guy?” “No, Phil’s fine....”

12. When there’s a vamp as attractive as Carlisle, why would she ever go for the son?

13. The big question is why would anyone go for Edward when Carlisle is RIGHT THERE!?

14. What I wouldn’t give for a book of Cullen origin stories: Jasper in the Civil War? Alice in the Salem Witch Trials? Rosalie getting epic revenge on her rapists? Carlisle’s everything!? YES PLEASE!!!!!

15. How Edward doesn’t realize breaking into someones room and watching someone when they’re sleeping is fucking creepy, I’ll never know

16. Rosalie shoulda knocked sense into Edward to not be a creeper

17. Bella is supes rude to Mike by just not paying attention when he’s taking to her

18. Jesus, Mike’s eyes are GORGEOUS. Don’t know how I didn’t see that before

19. I would want this guy as my science teacher

20. Has Edward ever talked to a girl outside his family? Like....ever?!

21. You don’t hit a bus door to get the driver to open it. Because of this movie, I did that one time and now I hate teenage me for that

22. WHY IS EVERYONE IN THESE MOVIES SO GODDAMN SKINNY!?!

23. Love that vampires don’t need to eat, but Emmett is eating in a cafeteria scene

24. “If you were smart, you’d stay away from me.” HOW BOUT YOU STAY AWAY FROM HERE DUDE!?! MAYBE STOP GOING INTO HER ROOM AND WATCHING HER SLEEP

25. KrimsonRogue said if you can use anything besides rape, don’t use rape. Maybe SMeyer should’ve heard similar advice and taken it

26. So Jacobs just not gonna introduce his friends?

27. “You caught that, huh?” They were a foot away from her and no one else was talking

28. I remember that in this beach scene, Bella was trying to seduce Jacob into talking. And she was like, 17 and he 15 which, even if not bad with age gap, still creepy. And she’s not good at it. And doesn’t need to do it.

29. Why she shrieking? It’s a goddamn rope he’s chasing her with

30. Why are the villain vamps so goddamn dramatic?

31. Why is Bella’s google searching so instantly effective?

32. Why does she go all the way to Portland to buy one book, flip to one page, take one word from one caption of one illustration, and then never touch the book again?

33. Bella is super not a good travel companion. Why didn’t she just drove her own self to Portland to go to the bookstore?

34. How she get so lost?

35. How did she not answer her cell while her friends were freaking out about where she was?

36. Why are her friends just leaving her with this very strange dude who never interacts with anyone?

37. That first line the waitress delivers to Edward feels like very bad acting.

38. It’s hilarious that corpse feet made her immediately think of Edward

39. How could she just barely graze Edwards fingers with hers and immediately have a shock reaction of “Your hands are so cold”

40. Okay, even with all this “evidence”, no normal person would be like, “Yup yup, he’s a vampire” and then have some dramatic confrontation in the forest during school

41. She just ditches her backpack in the forest. I assume she needs it

42. “Sometime you speak as if you’re from a different time” Bitch, when?

43. These are not normal conversations that happen in these movies

44. Bella is not normal. Dude she’s known for two days says he’s probs gonna kill her and she’s just like “Yeah, cool”

45. Why does he think his sparkle skin is a turn-off? I’d be like, “Hell, yeah, you never need to buy body glitter”

46. How she trust him after, like, two weeks and a couple conversations? I don’t trust people with my FEELINGS after two years, this bitch trusting an admitted murderer with her LIFE after two weeks

47. “I’m not afraid of you. Only afraid of losing you.” EXCUSE ME BITCH WHAT!?!? YOUVE KNOWN HIM TWO WEEKS

48. YOU CANT FALL IN LOVE THAT FAST!!!!!

49. Okay, but why’d Angela say “Oh my god” before Bella even got out of the car? All that she saw was the car drive up and Edward get out

50. Why were people staring? That’s not how high school works. People don’t REALLY give a shit who’s dating who unless they’re queer

51. I get the convo montage is to indicate they’re spending a lot of time together, but they’d have to remember the exact place they left off in the conversation or just have the same conversation over and over

52. Only living on tofu would not keep you strong

53. Okay, that cut of him jumping from the rock and cut to him jumping into the truck bed is very good

54. “Here comes the human”..... WHO SAID THIS LINE!?!? It sounded very happy, BUT THE ONLY TWO WOMEN IN THE ROOM WERE ESME AND ROSALIE AND ROSALIE WAS NOT HAPPY AT ALL AND ESME WASNT SPEAKING

55. If I were in Bella’s position, among other things I woulda done different, I woulda eaten the shit out of that Italian meal the Cullens prepares for me

56. The scene in Edwards bedroom is so goddamn awkward, but I feel like that works since she’s super awkward and he’s a 108 year old virgin who’s never spoken to a girl before her

57. Why she just turn his stereo on without permission?

58. I heard Claire de Lune is like, the most basic piece ever. Writers couldnta been more creative?

59. How is taking her on a tree climbing adventure making her dance?

60. “So, you and Cullen, huh? I don’t like it.” YOU KNOW WHAT MIKE!?! FUCK OFF!!! YOU HAVE NO GODDAMN SAY IN IT

61. What the hell was that twerking to the daughter of the chief while the chief was there?

62. So he’s been watching her sleep for the past couple months. She got there middle of the semester. So around March. A couple months would make it June. HOW LONG IS THIS SCHOOL YEAR!?!

63. Why Edward couldn’t have bounced with Bella before the villain group got there is beyond me.

64. THIS SCENE WHERE BELLA TALKS SHIT TO CHARLIE AND LEAVES THE HOUSE!!!! THIS IS THE PART I HATE THE MOST BECAUSE THERE ARE SO MANY GODDAMN WAYS SHE COULDVE LEFT HOME FOR A COUPLE DAYS!!!! “I’m gonna go stay at Jessica’s house for the weekend” “I’m gonna go to Angela’s house for the weekend” “I wanna take a weekend trip with Jessica” “I wanna go visit Mom for a couple days” LITERALLY ANYTHING EXCEPT THAT WOULDA WORKED THERE WAS NO GOOD REASON FOR HER TO HURT HIS FEELINGS LIKE THAT

65. If Rosalie could smell Bella across the field when there was no breeze, why can’t James smell her standing five feet from her?

66. Laurent really didn’t give them any helpful information. James is super dangerous? Yeah, Edward already got that. Victoria is dangerous? Yeah, that’s kinda common sense. Thanks for nothing, you French bastard

67. Man, why the tits did Bella not just tell Alice and Jasper about James supposedly having her mom hostage? Seems like she should trust the group of seven vamps to beat two

68. How did Alice see James going to the ballet studio but not James calling Bella?

69. “I don’t regret the fact that I’m gonna die because at least I got to meet Edward” is what she’s basically saying. As the great Ronald Weasley said, “She needs to sort out her priorities.”

70. The level of dependency Bella exhibits when Edward tells her she has to go to Jacksonville is truly terrifying.

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fiddlesolo · 4 years

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HC that Esme thinks Carlisle is cheating on her

“That’s crazy.” Edward told her, looking up from his book.

Esme was seated at the window, her legs pulled up onto the bench with her as she watched out the window. Carlisle’s car moved down the drive toward the main road.

As soon as he was out of sight, she looked toward the teenager. “Mary’s lovely.”

Edward rolled his eyes. “She is, yeah. But that doesn’t matter.”

She shook her head. Mary, the nurse that often assisted Carlisle after surgery when it came to cleaning up- she was young, blonde, bright-eyed. She wasn’t scared, probably didn’t flinch when unexpectedly touched.

“I mean it.”

“You would tell me, wouldn’t you?” Esme asked him, looking down at her hands. She picked at the indestructible skin around her fingers. “If he’s found someone else...”

“Esme, he waited centuries for you.”

“He could do better.”

Edward set the book he was reading aside. For a moment, he just watched her. His kind, gentle mother that deserved far more than life had given her. “You are a perfect match for him, Esme.”

“He just- He seems so happy. His stories of her are so...full of life.”

“You should hear his thoughts about you.” Edward told her.

Esme watched out the window. It had been days since she left the house. She wasn’t comfortable enough, feared what she could do to people. She worried- what if she was too much of a burden? It’s hard to love someone you’re consistently taking care of.

“You take care of him too.”

“Stop listening.”

“Stop thinking ridiculous thoughts so loudly.”

Esme closed her sketchbook and climbed off of the window seat. She zoomed up the stairs, shutting herself away to wallow in her fears. Getting married didn’t instantly wipe away her insecurities.

Hours crept by. The sound of tires against the gravel driveway had her looking away from the easel in front of her.

Carlisle appeared in the doorway before she could even set her brush down. He stepped inside, his hand landing on her back as he leaned down to kiss her hair.

She tried not to flinch at the smell of perfume- the one she’d come to realize belonged to the young nurse he’d become close to.

“That looks wonderful, love.”

Esme looked from her painting to him, hesitating a moment. “How was your day?”

He kissed her again before crossing the room. While standing in front of the dresser, he removed his tie. “Great. Every surgery was successful.”

“That’s good. Who were you working with today?”

“Oh, the usual Wednesday crew.”

“Mary was there?”

“She was.” He said, shrugging out of his shirt. “In fact, she told me the most peculiar story. Would you like to hear it?”

Esme watched him tug a sweater over his head. He didn’t even seem to notice that she was fishing for information, hadn’t realized that she was suspicious. “No, actually, I would not.”

He turned to look at her. “Is everything okay, love?”

She looked at her painting again, her brow furrowing at the figures she’d spent the better part of the day creating. She set her paints and brushes aside. After that, she practically tore her apron off. She tossed it aside and met his concerned eyes.

“Do you have feelings for her?” Esme asked him, her voice far more gentle than her apron-destroying actions had been.

“What?”

“You seem to really care for Mary. She makes you laugh and shares your line of work...”

“I do care for her but not- Esme, I would never be unfaithful.”

That didn’t ease her worried heart. “If you weren’t stuck with me...”

“I’m not stuck with you. It’s a privilege to get to stand by your side.” Carlisle moved to stand in front of her, reaching out to take her hands in his. “Honey, I would never...”

Esme pulled a hand free to wipe at the nonexistent tears- a human action she’d yet to shake. “I don’t- I don’t want you to regret...if she makes you happier...”

In a move so very unlike him, Carlisle pulled her into his arms. He was usually so very careful with her. He never wanted to upset her with his touch but he just couldn’t listen to her suggest such things.

He held her tightly, turning his head to bury his nose against her hair. She relaxed against him and allowed her fingers to tangle in the fabric of his sweater.

“You, my love, have my heart. And you always will.”

After a moment, she nodded against him. Her voice was quiet when she spoke up. “Charles had a number of mistresses which was- I didn’t mind. I was glad to be rid of him for a few hours but the thought of you...I would hate to think that I’ve done something to make you feel-”

“You could never.” He interrupted. “There’s nothing in this world that could make me feel anything but love for you.”

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goldeneyedgirl · 4 years

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Fic-Mas Day 8: The Dark & The Unknown

Um. Wow. I wasn’t expecting such a response to Hybrid! So I guess I should get working on posting more of that fic officially? :D

I’m going away overnight, and I’m not taking my laptop, so I’m queuing up tomorrow’s post now - hopefully, it will work, but you might end up with Day 9 ridiculously early!

Here we go...

(The beginning of another ‘Alice isn’t human’ fic; I was aiming for some kind of witch or revenant with this fic. It actually evolved into something huge and then devolved into something that is kind of more along the lines of Shadow to Light in length and detail. It just worked better. This is also like the closest I will ever come to writing a sex scene, so... yeah. -- indicate scene change, // indicates that I haven’t finished the chapter/scene/there’s stuff missing.)

She arrives at Forks High suddenly, a tempest in a teacup.

The whispers find them in the carpark, of the ‘weird’ new girl. No one is racing to befriend her, not like with Bella. Jasper can’t decide if Bella is pleased that the attention has finally been diverted from her, or disappointed she is no longer being fawned over. Curiosity at her replacement overwhelm her other feelings.

None of his other siblings really care. Why should they? He only really takes note of the news because of the curiosity, judgement, disdain, superiority, and slight jealousy that roll off the population at large. Whomever the girl is, she probably won’t be wriggling away from potential friends, like Bella did.

He doesn’t think about her again that morning.

The whispers are like smoke, gathering and smothering the crowds. There are the younger girls, spitting cruelty; there are the boys egging each other on, to ask her out. Murmurs about her clothes, and hair, and make-up; about why she moved and who her family are. If she was smart or pretty or friendly.

But he doesn’t see her; just the same faces, the same complaints, the same stew of emotions. The new girl is like a pebble tossed on the surface of a still pond. The only relief is the knowledge is that eventually, the water will settle again.

She is like a supernova, simply appearing in the halls before lunch period, and his mouth goes dry. He doesn’t know what other people see when they look at her, but he is entranced. She is not the meek-looking pariah he expected, the nervous teenage girl navigating unfriendly seas.

She is a goddamn revelation.

She walks down the hallways like she owns them. Her mouth is lush and scarlet; obscenely shiny and enticing. She seems indecent, almost – the sickly white of her skin, the black of her hair and her clothing, and then the red of her lips.

The emotion streams off her so strongly, he can almost see them – black mist streaming behind her, undulating with her movements. She is terrible and glorious, and in over one hundred years, he’s never reacted to someone like this. He wants to be close enough to smell her hair, to see if it’s the sweet-sour scent of moss and rotting flowers that he imagines. He wants to peel the black cloth and lace from her body, and trace his path with his tongue. He wants to rip out her throat, and see if she tastes as rich and luscious as she looks.

She is a disaster.

He leans against the lockers, staring at her as she passes him. Her eyes are violet, and she meets his gaze evenly, the corners of her lips quirking upwards. But she doesn’t stop.

It’s a good thing that he doesn’t share his morning classes with Edward, because if he could hear Jasper’s thoughts right now, he’d kill him on the spot.

The forest behind the school is silent; just her breathing, and the slight wind. No birds or wildlife, none of the hum of the traffic or of the school.

They don’t undress more than necessary, her skirt slid to her hips, and he takes her roughly against a tree, flakes of bark falling into the dirt. She is hot and slick, and silent as he fucks her, his fingers digging into her hips, a growl rising in his chest. She is every bit his fantasy; the smell of damp flowers, the sweetness of her flesh, her willing supplication. His fingers tear through the lace of her tights as he grips her thighs, and the heels of her shoes must be bending, she’s digging them into the backs of his legs so hard.

He knows she isn’t a vampire, but he doesn’t really acknowledge it until the day he catches her sitting in the empty hallways of school during lunch period, wolfing down candy from the vending machine, her little tongue darting out to lick the wrapper. There is something almost disturbing about the way she eats, as if it is the last time she will see food and drink. There is a can of soda, and several wrappers scattered around her.

It is no different from their other encounters, except in little ways. She looks tired, more brittle. Her dress is short and black, but hangs from her body, the lace of the hem brushing a bare strip of thigh that he wants to lick. The circles under her eyes are coal-black, making her eyes seem abnormally large; her lips pale and almost blue. But he never questions the way she paints her face, the way she dresses herself.

She accepts his kiss with a sigh, her lips quirking into something that is almost a smile against his, as he slides her dress over her hips. He groans when he finds her bare underneath, nothing but the wool of her dress and the lace of her tights, and she is fucking delicious.

He is on her instantly, and her sighs and moans fill the silence. Is this how he is supposed to feel when he finds his mate? Her lips trace his throat, and he cannot imagine wanting someone more than this. He wants to possess her, wants her in every way she can give.

That realisation makes him feel like the bottom has dropped out of the world, and he snaps.

It is a moment of pure, exquisite instinct, and he sinks his teeth into her smooth, white throat. Her flesh parts without resistance, her blood rushing to the surface, as he drinks deeply. It rolls down his chin, down her neck, her blood is everywhere. It is the darkest red, and he is in ecstasy. Sex and blood, the two things he has abstained from for so long surrounds him, and he gorges himself.

And then he realises the terrible thing he has done.

The blood is everywhere, all over the leather of the car, splattered on the windows, seeping in her hair and her discarded clothes.

Her eyes are still open, staring at nothing, her skirt still hitched up around her hips. Her lips are slightly parted, as if she had something left to say.

The dark, bloody gash from his feeding taking up more than half of her slim throat, the chain of her necklace falling into the viscera of her ruined neck.

Panic isn’t an emotion he is used to, and this is rapidly spiralling away from panic to sheer, unbridled terror.

Carlisle. Carlisle can fix this.

The idea strikes him suddenly, and he oh-so-gently redresses her. No one will find the car, not tonight; this is very technically still Cullen property and a back route no one outside the family should access. He gathers her up carefully in his arms, cradling her close.

And he runs.

Carlisle can fix this. Carlisle can save her.

He never thought of himself as an optimist.

By the time the house comes into view, he has accepted it. Her body is cooling, her heart is still, her scent is more sour and rotten.

Nothing can fix this. He has slaughtered the first person or thing he can ever remember loving. Ripped into her skin and drained her dry.

He emerges from the forest, no longer running. He already knows what will happen. Carlisle will declare Alice dead, dead, perfectly fucking dead, and he will bury her with his own bare hands before he leaves. There’s chemicals in the garage that will encourage the flames to catch, and then the fire will pull the venom from his flesh and he will finally die, hopefully in extraordinary pain. He’d dream of being reunited with her, but if there is such a thing as an afterlife for vampires, it will not be wherever her sweet self has ended up.

Esme is the first one to see him, her lovely smile vanishing as she absorbs what she is seeing. Jasper wonders if Esme will plant flowers on Alice’s grave for him.

“Oh my god,” Esme is there, gently cupping Alice’s cheek. “Oh Jasper.”

She escorts him inside, her eyes so sad. Rosalie is on the stairs, and her rage is extinguished after she glimpses whatever she sees on his face. Emmett swears and jumps up from the couch, reaching for Alice, but Jasper just clings to her tighter.

“I’ll fetch Carlisle,” Esme murmurs, but it is little more than a hum in his ears.

By the time Carlisle arrives, looking worried, he meets a scene he could not have predicted. Esme waits for him at the door, and her alarm is evident.

Emmett and Rose are in the sitting room with Jasper, who is perched on the couch with Alice. He cradles her tiny body, almost rocking it. Her eyes have been closed – Rosalie’s surprisingly compassionate gesture. He is still covered with her blood.

He has never seen Jasper so broken.

He has never seen Jasper look so young.

“Jasper,” Carlisle crouches in front of him, before he realises that he has no words of comfort, of resolution.

“You were supposed to save her,” Jasper murmured.

“I am truly sorry,” Carlisle said.

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raven-black102 · 5 years

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Protection (Major Jasper X Brazilian! Reader)

Requested by Anonymous: Could you do a Jasper Hale x Brazilian!reader, where she his mate (they met a few decades after he was changed) and because of her powers, Magic and Energy Manipulation, the Volturi want her and Major takes over control to protect her?(The reader is very calm)

Kind of added a few thing and change a few things. I still hope you like it! ^¬^

(Y/n)'s POV

"Came on Major we have to go!" I told him as I took his hand in mine. "Maria is died we can escape now just me and you." I said as he stood still watching the newborns run lose. "We have to kill them." He said softly as I sighed as used the energy of the trees to block the newborns from leaving.

"Then lets fight them together." I said as I saw a small smile on his lips. "I never got to tell." He started as the Newborns turn around running towards us. "I love you." He said causing me eyes to widen slightly. "I love you too. Now let finishes this together." I said smiling at he nod his head.

Time Skip

Everything was different ever since we meet the Cullen's Major has change and became Jasper Hale. But I've remain the same except with the change of a diet of course. It seems it was a lot easier for me to get used to animal blood then it was for Jasper.

He seem to have a very difficult time being around other humans. In fact I would too if he wasn't there beside me. "We should go out hunting before Edward brings his human." I told Jasper as we lay in bed holding each other close.

"I don't want to let you go." He said softly looking at me. "Don't worry about me. And I hope Edward singer doesn't finish eating that food because it smells really good." I said causing him to chuckle.

"I always wondered how you're able to eat human food and sleep." He said as he nudge his nose at mine. "I wonder the same thing but maybe it just who I am." I said softly then tried to get up only for him to push me down.

"Jasper you need to hunt." I said giggled as he started to kiss down my neck. "That can wait." He mumbled as pushed him down with me on top as I kissed his lips. "Eu amo você meu amor." I spoke in my native tongue causing Jasper to give me a confuse look.

“It means ‘I love you my love’ in my language.” I purred as I pinned his hands on the side on his head. “Now you need to hunt.” I said as I saw the look of awe and adoration on his face. I got up and waited at the window with my hand extended out towards him.

Time Skip

3rd Person POV

As (Y/n) and Jasper went out to hunt Bella and Edward just turn down the road towards the house. “So, whats (Y/n)’s and Jasper's story?” Bella asked causing Edward to smile at her softly. “Those two.” Edward said as he parked his car in front of the house. “They had a lot of things to deal with when it was just them. They complete each other and theirs nothing that can go between them.” Edward said then got out the car to Bella's side to open her door.

Once Bella got out the house she couldn’t help but look at the house in awe. “Esme and (Y/n) did most of the decorating in the house.” Edward said as he took Bella's hand in his and lead her to the house.

"Bella this is Carlisle, Esme, Emmett, Rosalie, Jace, and Alice." Edward said to Bella as she took notice two missing family members. "Hello." Bella said softly as they all smiled at her. "We hope your hungry." Esme said happily as Bella nods her head.

"She already ate." Edward said causing Rosalie to brake the glass bowl. "Great. Don't act like this is dangerous to all of us!" Rosalie snarled. "I wouldn't tell... anyone." Bella said slightly alarmed. "She knows that Bella." Carlisle said softly as he cleans his hand and Esme gave Bella a soft sad smile.

"Just ignore her Bella I do." Edward said coldly causing Rosalie to slightly snarl. "That's not very nice of you Edward." (Y/n) called out as her and Jasper jumped off a tree branch. "Nice to meet you Bella." (Y/n) said walking towards Bella gracefully.

Bella looked at (Y/n) in slight awe before smiling at her. "Yeah." Bella said as she saw Jasper slightly tensed but looks a lot more relaxed then he was in school.

Time Skip

"Oh, it seems you have brought the Major and Captain with you." Aro said as Major took fully control of Jasper body. "The hell you want?!" Major snarled causing (Y/n) to take his hand in hers. "Its okay Major." (Y/n) said as she looked at Aro.

"We would like to see your gifts." Aro said as he sat back on his throne with his brothers. "Darlin' I don't like this." Major growled causing (Y/n) to peck his cheek. "Its fine love." (Y/n) said with as soft giggle as she walked to the center of the room.

It was silent as the Volturi watch (Y/n) curiously of her gift and why Aro wanted her so much to join them. (Y/n) took a deep breath causing her body to instantly replace them moved on it own.

(Y/n) stopped gracefully as Aro gasped and cheered happily at her. "Magnifico." Aro said as (Y/n) stood close to Major with her head bowed. "The ability to control the four main elements." Caius said with slight astonishment.

"I guess you can say that." (Y/n) said softly with a kind smile. "What other gifts do you have child?" Marcus asked as he slightly leans in. "Magic." She said then smirked as she moved away and created a dark hole in the middle.

"Come forth." (Y/n) mumbled as large heartless appeared. It snarled at the Volturi as the guards hissed at the Heartless creature. "This is a Heartless. They steal hearts." (Y/n) said softly as the creature turn an slightly coo'd at (Y/n) as if it was a child and (Y/n) is the mother.

"They can do my bedding if I please." (Y/n) said as she pet the creature then it disappeared as if it wasn't even there in the first place. "We need someone like you." Aro started causing Major to instantly hiss.

"Over my dead body." Major hissed as (Y/n) remained calm hoping it would effect the Major a bit. "Of course we can't separate you both. And a vampire with your experience Major. You would be a useful fighter." Aro grinned as Major was on the verge of wanting to kill him.

"I appreciate the offer King Aro. But I must decline. I am happy where I am with my husband and his family." (Y/n) said with a smile as The Three kings frowned in disappointment.

Time Skip

(Y/n)'s POV

"I couldn't bare the thought of losing you to them." Jasper said as tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. "You where scared?! I was afraid to death that they would've killed you if I haven't stopped the Major from attacking." I said causing him to chuckle softly.

"I love you (Y/n)." Jasper mumbled causing me to smile at him. "I love you too." I said as we lean in for a kiss.

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lesbellaswan · 5 years

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So I uh....

I saw these all in the same very short span and uh

I got carried away again oops

So this is technically two of them? In the first one I did Bella meeting the Cullens from Esme’s POV and in the second one I did like a random summer day after Twilight where Bella and Esme bond over gardening.

“I can’t believe it,” I breathed to Carlisle as I heard a very loud engine stumbling up the path to the house. “We actually get to meet her!”

He chuckled a laugh that made my heart swell, even after all these years.

“She’s a lovely girl, Esme,” he assured me, his golden eyes glimmering in the open light.

“Of course she must be,” I whispered as I heard Edward open the door for her. A perfect gentleman. I couldn’t hold back the smile of pride. Though Edward was not my son, it was hard to picture him as anything but. “If he loves her she must be absolutely perfect. I’m just so glad he finally has someone.” Not that plenty of women haven’t tried. I almost chuckled at the thought, but didn’t want Edward to be any bit uncomfortable, and he was already getting close enough to hear my nervousness.

Carlisle put his arms around my shoulders and squeezed them briefly, already sensing my emotions without the gifts of one of my other sons. We stiffened and smiled in synchronization as the door opened.

I registered the shock on Bella’s face as she took in our home. I didn’t think I was capable of smiling wider until I did. Pride was a virtue, of course, but I put so much work into this house, and to see it appreciated by someone outside of its inhabitants still made me feel joy.

“Carlisle, Esme,” Edward started, speaking carefully, “this is Bella.”

Oh! Even the way he said her name! They might as well be mated already.

Carlisle stepped forward at a rate that was slow even at a human pace. This was likely for the best, no need to scare the poor girl any further. He had already met her too, so that may have made things easier.

I mean, I have seen her at the grocery store a few times, of course. What kind of protective vampire mother would I be if I hadn’t taken a peek? She bought a lot of things that complemented fish.

“You’re very welcome Bella.” Carlisle took the words right out of my mouth as he raised his hand and she stepped forward to take it. No hesitation at the temperature! Or, rather, the lack thereof. She was astounding.

“It’s nice to see you again, Dr. Cullen.”

And such good manners!

“Please, call me Carlisle.”

“Carlisle,” she confirmed with a smile.

She’s lovely, Edward I threw in for his benefit, smiling. I already approved, of course. I trusted his judgement, and if she was what he wanted, then we as a family would support that decision. But it was nice to see how wonderful she truly was for myself, without the word of my husband or my children, so to speak. Especially since the latter had such conflicting opinions.

I stepped forward at the same pace Carlisle had, and reached for her hand as well.

“It’s very nice to know you,” I informed her, hoping to sound as sincere as I truly felt.

“Thank you, I’m glad to meet you too.”

Oh, how sweet! I felt honored, despite being the last person in the family she had the chance to meet.

“Where are Alice and Jasper?” Edward asked concurrent to the sound of footsteps upstairs. I almost wanted to laugh at the lack of subtlety that Edward and his adoptive sister Alice shared in their efforts to outdo each other, until I realized it might also be for the benefit of the human.

“Hey Edward!” Alice called, running down the stairs at full speed. I sent her a chastising look. Granted this was no ordinary human, but it was still more than she was likely expecting.

She stopped in front of Bella and Bella actually smiled! I should likely stop being so surprised but I’ve never seen a human seem so calm and at peace when we ourselves were acting naturally for us.

“Hi, Bella!” Alice said, kissing her cheek

Alice! Always pushing boundaries! I didn’t necessarily disapprove, but from what I gathered I wouldn’t expect them to be that close yet!

Bella herself did look shocked, but also pleased. Was there anything she couldn’t accept? I watched as Edward stiffened and instantly felt concerned.

“You do smell nice, I never noticed before,” Alice chimed. Ah, so that was it. While it was true, I wouldn’t have pointed it out myself for this exact reason. I could see a blush creep onto Bella’s cheeks and it made me smile again despite my small desire to swallow.

I felt a wave of ease go across the room and glanced at my oldest son. Actually, in Jasper’s case, son was likely the least appropriate word, considering the fact that he was literal centuries older than I was. But with all the struggles he faced over those years, I still felt a motherly protection over him despite this difference.

“Hello, Bella,” he said quietly but clearly. He seemed awkward and held back. Likely Edward’s fault – he would need to learn to trust his brother a little easier. He certainly had lasted this long and I’m sure he’s been closer to other humans among our various years.

“Hello, Jasper,” she smiled, almost shy again. She extended the lovely smile to the rest of us, adding “It’s nice to meet you all—you have a very beautiful home.”

Just when I thought I couldn’t get any more ecstatic!

“Thank you,” I said, which would have to suffice for now. She was here for Edward, of course, not to hear how I renovated this home. The stories I added, knocking down the walls myself, trying to maintain a modern and classic look to it to incorporate each of our family members. Adding rooms as we expanded. This was likely my favorite of our homes. I could always inform her of all of this later, it looked like she was sticking around. “We’re so glad that you came.”

I wanted her to grasp how sincerely I meant that without saying out loud how brave I found it to walk into a house full of vampires days into a relationship, something that I hoped was a very unique experience for her.

I felt Carlisle move to look at Edward seriously and watched as Edward gave a subtle nod. I only assumed this had to do with the nomads passing through and glanced at Bella quickly, hoping she wasn’t catching on. That would be just what she needed, to hear about even more vampires with a . . . less considerate lifestyle than the one we led.

Fortunately, her gaze turned to the grand piano behind Carlisle and I. Her face turned soft as she looked at it, and I glanced at Edward quickly, though he only had eyes for Bella. Oh just imagine how lovely that would be—if they both played piano. This house would be full of the most beautiful ballads!

“Do you play?” I asked, leaning my head in the direction of her gaze.

She shook her head and it took all I could to not let my face fall. “Not at all. But it’s so beautiful. Is it yours?”

Now that I had to laugh at. “No,” I assured her. Though I had studied enough to know how to play, I preferred to listen, especially when Edward sat at the bench. “Edward didn’t tell you he was musical?”

I was surprised by that. It seemed such a big part of his life when he was at home—it was easy to tell his moods based on what he played, so long as the house was willing to listen. I made the room with the piano in it so open for that reason—so that the sound could resonate.

“No,” she said with an edge, sending Edward a glare. I smiled at his all-too-innocent face. “I should have known, I guess.”

Should have known?

“Edward can do everything, right?” she explained.

As Jasper snickered I turned to give Edward a disapproving look.

“I hope you haven’t been showing off—it’s rude.” It’s not her fault she hasn’t had 100 years to perfect it.

“Just a bit,” he laughed in a light and freeing way. I had to soften—I couldn’t stay mad at him. Of course he would show off a little, he loved her and wanted to be his true self. He gave me an expression that I could tell meant embarrassment and I had to smile in a smug way—embarrassed as he may be I knew I was right.

“He’s been too modest, actually,” she tried to clarify, picking him back up from the bus she’d thrown him under. In all fairness, if he didn’t show off his musical talent, he really was being modest.

And we could not have that at all.

“Well, play for her,” I urged.

“You just said showing off was rude.”

“There are exceptions to every rule,” I replied, raising a finger. She deserved to hear the beautiful songs he’d written, especially the one I could tell was inspired by her.

“I’d like to hear you play,” Bella threw in, and I was happy to have the backup.

“It’s settled then.” I went behind him and pushed him towards the piano, Carlisle stepping aside to give me space to push as Alice and Jasper backed away slowly and quietly. Edward grabbed Bella’s hand, pulling her along as he settled down on the bench.

He looked to her, exaggerating a sigh. As if we were forcing this on him! Please.

He played my favorite piece of his and I beamed at the honor. I had to laugh as Bella’s chin dropped in astonishment at Edward’s prowess, and was glad I wasn’t the only one.

“Do you like it?” I heard Edward ask Bella, catching the slight worry and doubt in his voice.

I walked back to where Carlisle stood to the side and grabbed his hand in mine. With my other hand I touched his cheek, rubbing my thumb along his cheekbone. He smiled, bringing our hands to his mouth so he could kiss mine.

“You wrote this?” Bella gasped in answer. I turned to the stairway and pulled Carlisle along with me, moving quietly so as not to disturb the moment. I turned to Alice and gestured that she and Jasper follow my lead.

“It’s Esme’s favorite.” He stated simply.

“Thank you for that,” I whispered quietly as we retreated, at a volume I knew he could hear but that she could not.

I tried to tune their conversation out, give them some privacy, but I was very happy when I heard the music transition into the lullaby he’d been perfecting the past few nights.

“She’s brought him to life,” I said, turning to Carlisle as we hovered outside his office.

“He’s been alone too long,” he agreed. But a saw a hint of hesitation. “How could it end well?”

“Alice has been wrong before,” I assured him, assuming where he was going.

“Not often,” he whispered.

“Carlisle.” I grabbed him. “Bella is what he wants.” I pushed him playfully against the wall. “It will work out, somehow.” I had to have faith in that.

He cradled my face in his hand and smiled. “You’re a hopeless romantic,” he said, shaking his head and then kissing me.

I carried the plants I had just bought outside, setting them against the house as I surveyed my garden. It was just overcast enough for me to go in an out of the garden center without too much worry, but as I felt the sun peeking out from the clouds, I was grateful at the house’s distance from town. I had just enough space for these new buds, but it was a matter of arrangement.

I was so lost in thought I didn’t notice Bella until the sliding glass door opened.

“Hey Esme,” she greeted me, stepping outside and closing the door behind her.

“Hello Bella,” I smiled, opening my arms for the hug she was reaching to give.

“Planting in the garden again today?” she asked, taking in the trees and flowers I had set aside.

“How could you tell?” I asked, smiling. “Can I steal you from Alice long enough to get an opinion?”

I knew they had a girl’s day in planned while Edward, Jasper, and Emmett all went hunting. But knowing that for Alice, that meant makeup and hairstyling, I wanted to give Bella an easy way out with my own slightly selfish gain.

“Of course!” she smiled, grabbing my spare set of gardening gloves from the shelf by the door. “What can I help you with?”

“So I’m thinking about putting the freesia here, and the marigold here,” I pointed, “but I wasn’t sure if switching the two would complement the sunflowers or the lilies more.”

She placed her hands on her hip. I knew gardening wasn’t a strong suit of hers, but she insisted on helping me with my vegetable garden in May, so I was hoping she’d enjoy this as well.

“No I think you’re absolutely right. The marigolds will really pop next to those orchids.”

I smiled. “Would you like to help me plant them then?”

“Of course, Esme, I’d love to.”

As I reached to start grabbing the fresh buds, Bella went over to grab some trowels and my favorite watering can.

“I figured we would start with the marigolds,” I began as Bella started digging exactly where I’d indicated.

She muttered something in approval and we got to work.

I knew how comfortable she was with silence, so I gave her a few minutes to think, but I was also really hoping to bond better with her.

Fortunately, she did it for me.

“Renee always wanted to start a garden back home,” Bella started, putting down her trowel and reaching for another bud. “Despite the desert heat, every year she’d have a new idea. Tomatoes, flowers, jalapenos . . .” she trailed off. “After about the fifth season she finally realized that cacti and succulents would just have to do.”

I had to laugh at that.

“I’ve always wanted to live in a desert community,” I offered. “When I was human anyway. At least that was the thought that crossed my mind every winter. Nowadays it’s exactly as possible as it is impossible.”

“Not a lot of ways to stay out of the sun when the sun is exactly the point,” she agreed.

“It seems like it would be so easy,” I continued. “Maybe we could actually feel a little warm. But blinding the locals on a sunny day wouldn’t exactly help.”

“That is something I think I would really miss,” she added.

And there’s the line that made me almost grateful Edward was out. He hated the way she talked about her mortality and especially the way she craved the afterlife. Everyone has, of course, discussed on their own times that, realistically, her staying human isn’t exactly the most reasonable idea if he truly does plan on loving her forever. But no one dares talk about it with him after the last time Emmett made a similar joke. I winced at the broken antique end table I would have to find a replacement for, its damage beyond repair.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she muttered sheepishly. “I forgot I shouldn’t . . . talk about that . . .”

“No, you’re okay,” I reassured her, likely too quickly. “I mean, it would likely anger him, but . . . in my eyes, you are a part of this family. It isn’t my decision to make, of course.”

As we finished with the marigolds, I moved to the spot the freesia would have to be planted.

“And I can’t exactly avoid allowing him to know my opinion. But I don’t wish to further the argument,” I winced again. I wasn’t sure how to phrase it eloquently but I didn’t want to encourage nor discourage her.

“That’s fair,” she sighed. “I will say I really appreciated when Renee finally embraced what could and what couldn’t grow in Phoenix. We certainly had the nicest cactus garden on the block.”

I had to laugh at that.

“Your mother seems to have so many interests. It’s nice, hearing you talk about her.”

She laughed then.

“Renee has so many interests because she loses them just as quickly as she gains them,” she explained. “Fortunately the cacti don’t exactly require a lot of upkeep. I brought a small one to Forks with me, from Phoenix. That upkeep is a little more of a struggle, of course, but he’s been doing pretty well.”

I smiled then. “I’m glad to hear that.”

She laughed to herself, and I sent her a confused look.

“Oh, it just always strikes me as odd when I think about it. So I name each of the cacti and succulents, usually after my favorite characters from different novels,” she was smiling as she spoke, seemingly on the verge of laughter but trying to get through her little anecdote. “I was on Sense and Sensibility. The one I took home from me was a piece of the cactus I had named after Edward.”

Ah. Now I saw the humor. Even I had to chuckle at that.

“Every time I look over at that little cactus on my desk I think of home and Edward at the same time. It’s like the perfect bridge between Forks and Phoenix, and I didn’t even see it coming.”

Just as she finished, we were done planting all the flowers. All that was left were the fruit trees, and I knew I would have to do those by myself.

“That actually does look really pretty,” Bella said as she wiped her forehead with her arm, taking a step back to survey our hard work.

I placed my arm around her waist, hoping my skin would help cool her off a little quicker. She seemed very grateful for it.

I gave her a soft squeeze. “I can’t wait for those buds to bloom. I think it’ll look magnificent. I’m sure Rosalie will love to take some pictures of it all.”

We stood there like that for a minute before Alice came outside, with a tray in hand.

“I made lemon squares!” she called in a sing-song voice. “And made some fresh lemonade.

“Alice you have got to stop making things that only one person in this house can enjoy,” Bella chastised, but I could tell by her tone she felt nothing but love.

I gave her another quick hug.

“Thank you again for helping me. Go enjoy your refreshments.” I opened my arms and turned to survey the rest of the yard, trying to find the best spot for my new orchard.

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May 8 (March 22) - Necklace

Leighton had butterflies in his stomach as he made his way up to the Carlisle’s front door. He couldn’t tell if they were from excitement or nerves, mainly because he wasn’t used to this feeling at all. He’d never cared for another person like he did for Heidi and he really, really wanted to prove it to her. Things were definitely better now between them, he had even taken her on a couple of dates…but he wasn’t sure if he could call her his girlfriend. He didn’t know if he was overstepping boundaries by what he was about to do.

Emily had assured him several times over that he wouldn’t be disrupting her Mother’s Day by stopping by. He and Heidi hadn’t made any plans considering they both were focused on their own moms, nor were they actually parents yet. Their changing relationship was still very new, Leighton wasn’t sure if he should have insisted they still do something. In the days leading up to today, though, he felt himself regretting that decision and reached out to the Carlisle’s to see if he could arrange a little surprise for their girl.

It was the matriarch herself who answered the door. “Happy Mother’s Day.” He greeted almost immediately, nervously offering the bouquet he had picked out for Emily. It was an assortment of different colored wildflowers, while the red dahlias in his hand were clearly for her daughter.

“Oh, these are beautiful! Thank you very much, Leighton.” Emily graciously accepted the flowers, leaning down so she could smell them. “Heidi is definitely going to love those.” She added, smiling at the other arrangement. “I’m pretty sure she was by the food last time I checked; feel free to help yourself to a plate if you’d like.”

Leighton nodded, following her inside the massive house. “Who was at the door, mama?” He heard Heidi call out from somewhere. He felt his heart skip a beat.

The two of them found Heidi putting together a plate of fruit from one of the many platters on their dining table, already snacking as she served herself. He took a second to really admire her before saying anything, so focused on her that he didn’t notice Emily quietly sneaking away. Just entering her 6th month and she was absolutely glowing, without a doubt the most beautiful pregnant woman to have ever existed. Leighton didn’t know how to tell her just how crazy the sight of her nowadays left him. He knew it was his karma that he couldn’t touch her and compliment her as freely as he’d really like to and he knew it.

“Hey, Hides.” Leighton greeted, his voice stronger than his legs felt. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears, the jewelry box in his back pocket almost burning through his pants. “Happy Mother’s Day.”

He could tell just how good he got she jumped ever so slightly, her eyes wide as saucers. “Leighton! What are you doing here?” She demanded, but she was smiling at him.

Leighton whipped the bouquet from behind his back, his grin sheepish. Heidi seemed stunned into silence, taking the flowers while her cheeks turned bright. “Wanted to give you these…wish you a happy Mother’s Day.” He said simply, even if it wasn’t that simple. Heidi took the bouquet, her skin matching the flowers.

“Leighton-“

“Our girl is really lucky to have you as a mother and I’m really lucky to have a daughter with you…it’s never too late to start celebrating you.” He continued, his voice gentle. He closed the distance between them, physically placing the flowers in her hands.

Heidi blinked, then she was beaming up at them. “I-they’re…they’re beautiful. Thank you.” She murmured, her gaze fixating on the dahlias after a moment.

Leighton reached for the box poking out of his back pocket, pausing for a moment. “I, uh, I also have something else for you…my actual gift for today…” He continued.

“You didn’t need to get me anything today.” Heidi shook her head, but he could tell she was delighted.

“I’m pretty sure I did.” Leighton shrugged. “If you may ever be so kind to close your eyes?”

Heidi giggled, but did as he said. Before moving behind her, he bent down to press a kiss to her lips. He had a feeling that was safe. Then, taking the box from his pocket and necklace from inside, he carefully took Heidi’s hair to the side, draping the chain against her skin. Her breath caught, clearly surprised, her fingers ever so gently reaching up to stroke her new accessory. It took all the strength in Leighton’s body to not to lean forward to kiss her again. Instead, he clasped the necklace together and waited until he was back in front of her to instruct her to open her eyes.

Was it a rather expensive gift? Yes. It was a piece from a limited collection from the jeweler that made his own mother’s wedding band. Leighton always imagined himself spoiling his girl with one of his parents’ favorite designers. His own graduation ring had come from the same man. So when he knew he wanted to get something for Heidi, he went straight to his trusted source. It was literal fate that he had a solo, unique golden chain necklace with a dainty ruby pendant. Everything about it screamed Heidi and he couldn’t resist.

Heidi looked down at her chest instantly, picking up the chain so she could admire the details. “Oh��” Her voice was breathless, almost choked.

“It’s one of the only 10 of its kind…” Leighton said, not that he imagined she’d care about that fact. “Ruby is the official birthstone of July, which is when she’s going to be born, and the color red basically belongs to you…so I figured this was perfect for you.” He explained. “There’s also a little charm in the box that you can add to it that says ‘mama’…”

Heidi gave the pendant a little squeeze. “I love it.” She admired the gem for a little longer. When she looked up at him, her eyes were full of tears. “Thank you, Leighton. This is seriously so beautiful.” She kept on glancing down at her collar to make sure it was still on her.

“I’m glad you like it.” Leighton took another step forward, awkward as it may be, and wrapped his arms around her. There was no better feeling in the world than having her body pressed against his. “I may or may not have gotten a matching version for our girl when she’s old enough to wear it…just in case…”

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Ashes

"Anthony, please." I was begging him now, trying anything I could to buy Tatiana a little more time. Her shoulder looked to be dislocated, and the sound of her skull cracking against the pavement kept echoing in my ears. If he had been able to incapacitate her so easily, so efficiently, what could he do to me? I knew by the look in his eyes that I didn't want to find out. "You don't have to do this."

The petrified human reeling behind Anthony was one of the last things on my mind. Even when he pulled something metal out of his jacket, even when he aimed it at the middle of Anthony's back: even when I heard the click of the hammer being pulled back.

He pulled the trigger three times.

Three shots.

Three seconds.

The first two rounds ricocheted off his skin like a bird off a plate glass window. The bullets did far more damage to his shirt than anything beneath it: but that didn't stop Anthony from retaliating.

In that last second, between the second bullet and the last, he turned and tackled the man to ground: finishing what he had started. But not before the last shot had been fired slipping past its intended target.

Fire ripped through my chest worse than anything I’d ever felt before: worse than being alone with Vladimir for the better part of six months, worse than the acidic burn of werewolf venom.

Then, I was on the ground.

I felt everything. I felt every nerve that burst into flames, felt the difference sensations of metal traveling through muscle and bone.

I heard the bullet tear through skin. I heard it rip through my torso.

I felt it exit through my ribcage just beside my left shoulder blade.

I could feel the warmth leaving my body, soaking my clothes more and more with every inhale and exhale I struggled to take.

I couldn't breathe.

Tati was there but I couldn't focus on her face. She was speaking to me I think, trying to get me to talk back to her.

I couldn’t seem to answer her.

I couldn't seem to do anything.

Had it hit my spine too?

I heard more voices, but I couldn't place them, didn’t care to recognize them: they weren't the one I wanted to hear.

Tatiana was talking to me again, rather loudly I thought, but I couldn't make it out. It was like listening through water.

Black began to seep into the edges of my vision and I tried my best to fight it: but I was tired. I was tired of fighting.

I had been fighting someone or something else every single day since I had taken my first breath.

Aro.

Caius.

Vladimir.

And now I was fighting for my life.

It was getting even darker still. Each and every breath more agonizing than the last. And the more I started to drift, the more I started to think that maybe it wouldn't be so bad not to wake up again…

~ ~ ~

"Kali? Kali! Keep your eyes open ok? Just don't fall asleep, please. Please!" Tatiana was nearing hysteria. It was like watching her family die all over again. How could this have happened?

"Tati just stop." Edward coaxed, kneeling down at her side. "Carlisle can help her. I know he can. We just have to keep her alive long enough for him to have the chance. We have to get her back to this house." He could tell that Kali was completely unconscious now from the radio silence he was receiving from her mind, and he was grateful that she would not be awake to feel what was next. "How many times was she shot?"

"Just once... I think." Tatiana hated that she couldn't be sure. It had all happened so fast.

It wasn't until then that she realized that Anthony was no longer anywhere to be found: disappeared like a roach in a kitchen after the light is turned on.

"I'll carry her." Edward instructed, interrupting her obsessive thoughts.. "It'll take us five minutes to get to the house, four and half if we really push it. Can you stop the bleeding for that long?" He asked, worry creeping into his tone.

Tati was obviously reaching her breaking point, physically and emotionally, anything more might push her over the edge. She looked entirely exhausted, and her right shoulder was twisted at an odd sort of angle, if she felt any pain she didn’t show it thought: all her attention focused on Kali.

"Of course I can." She snapped, her frustration boiling over and lashing out. "I have to. I-I have to save her. We have to go. Let's go. Now." It took every last bit of energy Tatiana had to channel her power into Kali's broken body, forcing the shredded vessels and tissue to clot, if only momentarily.

Tatiana didn't think she had ever run that fast before, and she prayed she'd never have a reason to again. She prayed she would be fast enough.

Edward was faster of course, even with Kali cradled in his arms. She struggled to stay close enough to keep the connection to her, feeling when it grew weak and flickered, smelling the drops of blood that would ooze through with each slip.

She looked to be getting paler by the second and I started to wonder how I could ever explain this to Alec.

"Oh my god..." Alice felt like she'd been hit by a train. Her eyes snapped open, startled from her trance. "Leroy!" She choked, sprinting into the house as fast as her legs would take her.

"What is it?" He asked, terrified by the expression on her face. "What's happened?"

"It's Kali... she's been hurt badly. Shot through the chest. Jasper has Carlisle already, they'll be here any minute-"

"What? Where is she? How did this happen!" He was shouting now, screaming actually, at the top of his lungs.

"Edward has her, he's bringing her back here right now. Tatiana is with him, she's trying to stop the bleeding... she's lost so much blood-where are you going?" She asked, following out the front door, having to actually stand in front of him to make him stop.

"I have to help her! I need to-""No!" She snapped, forcing him to be quiet. "You need to go find Alec, now, Leroy." Her voice was low and gravely, Demetri and Felix had emerged from the house and were hovering nearby their faces grey. "It's bad. It's really bad. This might be their only chance to say goodbye." She knew she'd be crying if she could.

The future was constantly changing, but she knew what was going to happen. She had seen where the bullet had entered her chest, and where it had come out the other side. She was no doctor like Carlisle but she knew enough to know that several vital structures had been damaged making things extremely complicated. If the punctured lung didn't collapse and suffocate her to death, it would be the immense blood loss that did it.

"Go. Find him. They'll be here soon." She promised, turning her attention to the other two guards. "I need your help. Carlisle will need everything ready the second she gets here. Time means everything now."

Being unconscious was a welcomed break from the agony of before: but it only made its return that much more devastating.

I was ripped from the quiet darkness abruptly and with considerable violence. It was like a switch had suddenly been thrust on, surging fire through my body. The peaceful numbness of before was gone and I had been thrown back into reality.

I couldn't breathe.

I caught pieces of conversation around me, everyone upset, and everyone scared. Voices faded in and out like a bad radio signal and I forced my eyes to stay open, trying to adjust to the harsh white lights above me. Everything was too bright, too loud, and too painful.

"Lay her on her side.....there's more blood bags in the basement.....her left lung has almost entirely collapsed......I can't get the bleeding to stop….Where is Alec?"

A choir of voices all with one message, I wasn't going to make it. Too many things were going wrong: even I in my debilitated state knew this.

I could feel something metal pressing into the wound on my back, could feel a pair of hands at my front constantly changing gauze, trying to stop the constant flow of blood I could hear dripping rhythmically to the floor…

Tatiana had done it. She had managed to keep Kali alive long enough to get her to Carlisle, but she had the distinct feeling that it wasn't going to matter. She was no fool.

She had collapsed on the Cullens front lawn the moment they reach the property, her connection to Kali instantly severed the second she hit the ground.

She saw Edward hesitate for the slightest moment before continuing into the house, propelled by the overwhelming scent of her blood as it began to gush again, soaking into his shirt.

'Good.' She thought, trying to catch her breath, to slow down her heart. ‘Good.’ He hadn’t even had to ask what she wanted, he knew. He knew that nothing would matter if Kali didn’t make it, a few seconds could mean the difference between her life and death now.

But had they been fast enough?

She barely noticed when Alec rushed by her, faster than she'd ever seen him move before.

It wasn't until Lokey was standing directly above her that she noticed him either.

"What happened, tati?" He asked, voice barely above a whisper.

He didn't move to help her and she honestly wasn't surprised: it had been her duty to protect Kali from all threats, not just Anthony and she had failed. "I-it was an accident." She managed, fighting the hot tears that were suddenly stinging her eyes. "It wasn't supposed to happen."

"None of this was supposed to happen." He replied flatly, bending down to drag her to her feet, half carrying her up the stairs and into Carlisle's office where a makeshift operating table had been set up on his desk in the center of the room.

Kali was facing the back wall of the room, away from us. Carlisle stood hunched over her, metal tools glinting in his hands under the hot work lights fixed around them. She was still breathing, if only barely, Tatiana could see the slight rise and fall of her chest every few seconds: her pale skin slick with blood, her dark hair wet a tangled with the same. Alice was on the other side of the desk, in perpetual motion. She would apply a wad of gauze until it was soaked through and then discard it, replacing it with a fresh bandage until the cycle repeated.

Felix stood off to the side of the room, in one of the only corners not brightly lit: Tatiana thought she saw his hands shaking.

Demetri sat nearby, his head in his hands, sometimes shuddering in a way that made Tati think that he was crying.

Edward was there too, helping Carlisle, handing him tools and monitoring Kali's thoughts to keep tabs on her condition.

But it was Alec who Tati couldn't stop looking at. He was next to Kali, right at the head of the table, kneeling so that he was eye level with her, their faces centimeters apart. He was holding her hand and Tatiana felt the hot tears returning, slipping down her cheeks and down to the floor, where they mixed with Kali's blood.

She could see it in the tension of Carlisle's shoulders, in the expression on Alice's face: they were working in vain and they knew it, but they couldn't stop as long as her heart was still beating.

"Alec."

It was the only word I knew, the only word that mattered now that I was sure: now that I was certain I was going die.

I wanted to be angry, insulted at the sudden and painfully mundane end to my otherwise wild and long life. I wanted to be upset. I wanted to scream and cry about the unfairness of it all, but in spite of all this, there was still that one thing I cared for above all others: even when I was staring into the literal face of death.

"Kali..." A voice was calling me again, but this time I listened.

He was here.

He had made it.

He was here.

I didn’t know where he had been, where he had gone, but it didn’t matter. None of that mattered anymore.

"Alec..." My eyes had finally started to adjust to the light by this point, and I was grateful to be able to focus on his face in front of me. The pain was still there of course, but had become muted and dull enough to tolerate, if only for a little longer.

It took me awhile to notice that Carlisle had stopped whatever he had been trying to do before: no longer were there metal instruments probing into my shattered spine, testing my punctured lung. I didn't even seen Alice anymore, having given up the fruitless task of clotting my wounds. There wasn’t that much blood left in me to stop anyway.

I knew what this meant.

So this was it then.

Here I was, Kamora Kali Volturi, the first half-breed to ever walk the earth, defeated by a piece of metal less than an inch long.

"Kali, you have to hold on. Please." He looked like he was crying now and I wanted to be shocked, never before had he been so vulnerable in the presence of others, of near strangers. "Please don't leave me."

His words tore at my heart and I wanted to reach out and touch him, to hold him in my arms. I tried not to think about how I hadn't been able to feel my legs since I'd hit the ground in Seattle. I didn't think he knew how bad it really was, I don't think he wanted to know at all.

"Alec..." I whispered, unable to speak any louder despite my best efforts. My chest spasming uncontrollably with every inhale. I struggled to form words, but this was important. "It's going to be ok... Everything is going to be alright. I promise. You're going to be ok-"

"No." He stuttered, panic seizing him now. "Kali, please don't. Please. I need you. I love you. You have to stay. I-i can't be here without you. I need you."

I couldn't help but smile at that. Somehow finding the strength to lift my right hand to his cheek.

Cold and smooth like marble. Immaculate and eternal.

"No you don't, Alec." I replied as gently as I could, letting my hand fall back on to the table at my side. "You don't need me. You never did. You were always stronger than me, Alec. You were always so much better than me... it was I who needed you. And...and I'm sorry Alec, for everything." I could taste my blood pooling in my mouth now, feel it dripping out the corner of my mouth: a sign of internal bleeding. "Can you ever forgive me?"

I could feel him shaking beside me, his hand clasped tightly around my own, but he was trying to compose himself now, he had somehow managed to control his face, and set his features to a semi-neutral state: in an attempt to comfort me most likely. He probably thought that he was being selfish now and was frantic to correct himself.

"There is nothing to forgive." He was choking on his words, entirely unaware of the other people in the room with them by now. Kali had been his entire world since he'd woke up from that fire six hundred years ago, and now she was being taken from him, not by another man, not by her own decision, but by the errant bullet of a human, by complete random chance.

"I would have spent eternity with you..." There was more he wanted to say, so much more, but he knew that if he opened his mouth the only thing that would come out would be dry sobs: that's not how he wanted her to see him.

"I know...." I promised him gently, my grip on his hand becoming just the slightest bit looser. "I know you would have been a great husband...the best." Things were starting to get dark again, and I knew it wasn't because Carlisle had turned off the surgical lights. "I love you, Alec. I've always...loved you."

"I love you too, Kali." He whispered, voice shaking. "And I always will. Nothing will ever change the way I feel about you..." He didn't know what to say anymore. What could be said? What could he possibly say that would do any justice? That would make any difference now? "I love you, Kali." It was the only phrase he could seem to form.

"I know..." I smiled, my fingers reaching weakly out to him. "I know. It's ok. It's all going...to be...ok."

I felt his lips on mine, and I tried to hold on to it for as long as I possibly could: tried to cling to how it felt to be with him like this refusing to let go. But I couldn't fight it, not anymore. The darkness had engulfed my entire field of vision and then everything started to slip away.

I thought heard someone speaking to me again, screaming for me to stay, to come back to them.

And I wanted to.

But I wanted to stop hurting more.

I could feel myself getting heavier, and it got harder and harder to think, to remember what was happening to me, to remind myself why I shouldn't just let go.

None of this had been meant to happen. But who among us gets to choose the end they meet? I had lived an extraordinary life, I had been blessed to experience and enjoy more than most would in a hundred lifetimes: and now my time was up.

It was time to go.

The thought became more appealing with every labored breath.

It was time to go.

The quiet slp of death appeared almost inviting with every fresh wave of pain and I found myself drifting.

I thought I would have been afraid but I was not. Even then, when I couldn't keep my thoughts straight or in anything slightly resembling an order. Even when I felt myself let go, submitting to the crushing pain that seemed to consume my entire being, spreading beyond my chest for the first time, radiating through my entire body.

This was a new kind of pain: fresh, unfamiliar, and entirely devastating.

I could see nothing.

Hear nothing.

But I could feel everything. Could feel my body burning from the inside and I started to believe I'd finally ended up in hell after all: just as Aro had always said I would.

With every fresh flare of pain I found myself longing for the feeling of before: it was nothing compared to what I felt now. I was frozen, immobile in never ending darkness, surrounded by silence, consumed by fire.

This was the first time I started to feel fear, and panic seized me as I tried to contemplate spending the rest of eternity like this, suffering silently for all time…

~ ~ ~

“Kali? Kali? Kali!”

Tatiana didn’t think she had ever heard screams so terrible.

“Kali, come back! Please, please don’t go!” Alec was manic, completely inconsolable. “What are you all doing just standing there?” He shrieked, turning his fury to those around him. “Do something!”

“Alec…” Carlisle approached him carefully. “There…there isn’t anything to be done.”

“What are you talking about?!” Alec roared, grabbing Carlisle by the shirt. “Of course there is! There has to be something you can do!”

“There isn’t, Alec. There isn’t anything any of us can do...” Carlisle apologized, his voice thick with tears. “There is simply too much damage to be fixed.”

“No! No! There has to be something! There has to be something…”

Her heart beat was growing fainter by the second, they were running out of time…

Then it hit him.

“What if…” He was trembling all over now, adrenaline and rage consuming him completely. “What if I changed her?”

No one moved. No one said a word.

“Alec…” Tati murmured, somehow finding enough strength to move to him. “She’s a half-breed. We…we don’t even know if that would work, if her body would accept the change… Even if it did…Alec, do you really think that’s what she would want?”

He looked like a wild animal, wounded and cornered, at his most dangerous. She could see the faint beginnings of black smoke curling from his palms, preparing to subdue them all if necessary she guessed.

“Kali’s humanity has always been what made her who she was. What if…What if you don’t recognize who wakes up?”

“I can’t let her go.” He replied solemnly, touching the engagement ring on her left finger light, listening to the last pumps of her heart. “I…I have to try. And you aren’t going to stop me.” He threatened, making eye contact with everyone in the room. “None of you.”

The sound of his teeth piercing her flesh over and over again made Tatiana sick to her stomach. It was the sound of desperation, a last resort, one they didn’t even know for sure would work.

He must have bitten her a hundred times, on her neck, her chest and her arms: trying to force as much venom into her body as possible.

Alice was crying now, and Jasper had appeared at her side, the blood soaked room seeming to be the least of his worries.

“Come with me.” Edward beckoned, taking Tatiana by the hand. “Come with me.” He asked again when she didn’t move. “Please, Tati… You don’t need to see any more of this. Let’s… let him be.” He continued. “If anything happens, I’ll let you know. I promise.”

She couldn’t remember if she actually agreed to this, but the next thing she knew they were in Edward’s room. It was there in the semi-privacy of his bedroom that she fell apart, like she had when she thought Edward had died, like when her family had really died, and now when it felt like Kali was dead already.

She was blinded by her tears, deafened by her own cries, she was consumed in her grief and sobbed for what felt like hours. She didn’t even notice when Kali’s heartbeat started pumping again, getting louder and stronger with each beat, the venom coursing through her veins, rebuilding her from the inside out.

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