#edward the elder x reader
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The only victory over love is flight. King Edward the elder.
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King Edward the elder X Reader. The last kingdom.
I decided to write about King Edward because I saw that there are almost no imagines about him and about an interesting character like him you can write more than you think.
Based of the prompt: "The only victory over love is flight."- Napoleon.
Word count: 2,414
"Do not do this (Y \ N)! The king will not easily take your disobedience!" My little sister's voice did not cross my mind. But it will not help, I made a decision! I decided to help Æthelflæd the lady of Mercia, save her people and her country from the Danish threat.
The problem was that your king, Edward King of Wessex, Lady Æthelflæd's brother was unwilling to help her as he thought it would harm Wessex and that he had no choice but to wait for the Danish army to weaken and then attack together, but the problem was that by that time there would be no Mercia to defend.
You were one of King Edward's strategies and advisers whom you knew from childhood as a result of your father being one of the most loyal people to Edward's father, King Alfred. You have always been close to Edward, since your childhood, but as the years went by you moved away.
To be precise, Edward has distanced himself from you. Since King Alfred died and Edward inherited his crown, his heart has become harder and harder. It is true that at first he distanced himself from you and stopped treating you as his closest friend, but after he became such a difficult person and his soul began to darken you did not want to continue to be his closest friend anyway.
But you had one problem, which is exactly why you stayed with King Edward and your loyalty to him was that you were in love with Edward from your childhood, of course you never told him that. Even though the crown changed him badly, you still saw in him the young man you fell in love with years ago. But now that he refused to help his sister when he landed in immediate danger it was difficult for him to identify the man you loved. Although you had a hard time admitting it, apparently the weight of the crown killed the man you loved. The Edward you fell in love with no longer exists.
"You made Cnut believe she murdered his eldest son," you asked Uhtred, the greatest warrior you've ever met. You joined him and Lady Æthelflæd on their way to the battlefield on horseback with soldiers. Some would say "betrayed" by King Wessex in your actions, but your actions were the right thing to do.
"It was the only way to ensure Æthelflæd's safety and buy us time to get into battle." Uhtred argued in his defense.
"True, but all of Cnut's army and all of his allied armies will chase after you and not rest until you die. Do you realize you're in the greatest danger of life you've ever faced?" You asked and the concern was evident in your voice.
"I told him that," Æthelflæd remarked, "but it does not matter now, we will face them in battle and win."
"To win we will need the Wessex army and your brother did not take lightly your and your mother's disobedience." You told Æthelflæd and saw how her expression fell and how she struggled not to cry. You knew Æthelflæd from your childhood like King Edward and knew how to read her facial expressions and behavior. She was hurt by her brother.
"Do you think Edward will abandon me?" Æthelflæd asked and turned her broken gaze to me.
"He's just scared of the fight for whatever reason," Uhtred said, "I swear we'll get along without him and win as always."
"I think the thing that hurt the king the most is your and your mother's disobedience and it hurt his honor. You forced his hand and that's what bothers him the most now" You replied to Æthelflæd and disappeared from Uhtred's comment.
"What I can not understand is why you are here." Said Uhtred and turned to me.
"Do the right thing and do not abandon Æthelflæd in time of need" replied immediately because Uhtred did not like your look and wanted to move on to another topic.
"And for that I thank you," said Æthelflæd, "but the three of us know that you love my brother, so your presence here surprises even me."
"Your brother is not the same man he was, the crown changed him and cast a black cloud on his soul, so I turned his mouth and came here." You replied.
"The King will not take your disobedience lightly, so if you ever need rescue or help, I will provide you with total protection." Said Uhtred.
"I thank you, Uhtred but I hope it will not be necessary."
When you got to the place where the battle was going to take place, you noticed an army that no one expected, the Welsh army, the king claimed to have been sent by our king Edward. You, Æthelflæd and Uhtred knew it could not be, Edward seemed to have abandoned his sister. The battle had only one explanation: Æthelflæd's mother caused it on behalf of her son King Edward.
But you did not have time to think about it at this time, the battle was about to start and also with the Welsh army and the Marcia people who survived after the Danish invasion and were not taken by Æthelflæd to destroy and plunder and rape in the land of the Danes. You'll need Edward's help and it does not look like you'll get it.
"It seems your mother was worried about helping you from a distance." Said Uhtred to Æthelflæd when you were mounted to their summit and all your army was behind you, the Welsh army in front of you. Soon the armies began to disperse to prepare the ground for battle, we planted so that only with wisdom and advance preparation would we be able to win.
"And I'm grateful for that, but I do not believe that Edward left me with my country's problems alone," Æthelflæd said, "and of course I can not understand how he did not come to your aid." Æthelflæd's gaze passed to you.
"We'll have to win without Edward's army," you said, "but tell the soldiers he's coming soon, it's important that they have any hope of winning this battle."
The Danes arrived two hours later and the battle began. The Danes lost many soldiers only on arrival because we made them fall into a pit and slaughtered them there. Everything seems to be going well, even though you were in the minority of soldiers, you managed to outwit the Danes enough times to make the situation clearer for you.
Until a certain moment in battle, when women in battle reach a point where they may be raped and captured, you tend to choose a man you trust and he tends to be in your area on the battlefield to end your life quickly. You chose Uhtred, but did not really believe that such a moment would come, years of fighting battles and such a thing has never happened. And the moment has indeed arrived.
You have lost your sword and the Danes around you have understood who you are, one of the most powerful women in Wessex and loyal to King Edward.
"Lady (Y\N), grab her!" Shouted one of the Danes and horror attacked you and froze you in your place and immediately you felt Uhtred's arms around you and his knife touching the light of your neck while with his other hand his sword was drawn towards the Danes.
"Uhtred did it!" You said right away and you got the death on you, death at the hands of a great warrior who was your best friend, an honorable death on the battlefield and it was much better than fate expected you with the Danes to lay their hands on you.
"I can not." Uhtred whispered to me, "Stay away!" He shouted at the Danes. But they realized that Uhtred would not be able to end your life.
"Since you are King Edward's faithful bitch I will give you the right to choose which of us will own you first." Said the ugly Dane who spoke first and the other Danes cheered around him.
"Uhtred please!" You begged.
The Dane seemed to be about to say something more, but he could not because an arrow pierced his neck and he fell dead. It was Edward, Edward King of Wessex, who did not abandon his sister and land and came to the battlefield. He got off his horse and could see how his black eyes began to turn black with anger, Edward all fighting like crazy. You and Uhtred took advantage of the confusion between the Danes surrounding us in these moments and he released me and gave you your sword as you continued to fight.
You defeated the Danes in an overwhelming victory against all odds, but the price you paid was enormous. Great losses on both sides. Which is sure to aggravate Edward's reaction.
After winning the battle you tried to dodge Edward. You knew you owed him a huge thank you for saving your life, but you also knew he would not be happy that they would force him to get into a battle he did not plan to go to and sterilize after understanding how the Welsh were persuaded to join the battle, only God knows what Edward will have to give them.
You saw Uhtred and Æthelflæd hugging and it seemed Uhtred was trying to encourage her. Understanding a hand she had already talked to her brother and approached them.
"(Y \ N) Do not let Edward humiliate or treat you disrespectfully. If he tries to come to Marcia, you can stay with me and advise me for a while until his anger subsides." Said Æthelflæd.
"He's nervous isn't he?" You asked, "And he let his anger come out on you?"
"He demands to see you. You should find him and see for yourself if your condition is serious and to what extent." Uhtred suggested, "and let us know, I will not leave the battlefield until I know you are protected at least for now." Thanks to Uhtred for his offer and you went out looking for your king, you knew you had to talk to him and that there was no point in evading the conversation that awaited you. You knew that converting his mouth would come with consequences.
"my lord king," you said when you saw Edward standing alone beside his horse after handing out orders to his men, "I must thank you, if it had not come at the right moment I too would have been among the dead at best." You said you were standing next to him.
"I did it because no man would rape a woman in his presence," Edward replied coldly, "I did not take your betrayal easily."
"I could not abandon your sister in the situation she was in. She practically simply sent herself to the lion's mouth. This without mentioning that if Mercia had fallen Wessex would have been the only Christian kingdom that stands against the Danes so in the end she too would have fallen."
"These are my considerations and not yours!" Shouted Edward and you saw his deep blue eyes turn black, "I ordered you to stay in Wessex and you had no right to run away and go help my sister!"
"I had no right not to obey you," you said calmly, not daring to raise your voice against your king, "but it was the right thing in my eyes to do and I could not stop myself."
"That my mother and sister objected and acted against my decision is not surprising," the king said angrily and approached me, "but I never expected you to do so. I knew you did not agree with my decision, but I was sure you would respect it."
"Why didn't you expect that to happen?" You asked, the look in Edward's eyes reminded you of the look that that kid you had been with and loved since you could remember. "I grew up with your sister too, and if I thought any of you were wrong I always said and acted accordingly."
"In quarrels between children you were the arbitrator between me and my sister, but these are the subjects of the kingdom and I am the king who is not she!" The king claimed and grabbed his face with his hands, "How could you think I would expect you to do such a thing?"
"Maybe you used to watch, now you don't …" you said in a whisper and then Edward completed you, "because I was away from you, if we were as close as I used to be I would watch your actions."
"Right." You said, "You would have watched that easily." The resentment was evident in your voice.
"It's more complex than you think (Y \ N)," Edward said, calling back your first name and approaching you, which made you realize that a personal conversation was going to develop here, "I really missed you."
"Is that so?" You asked, stunned. Edward was really close to you now, "If you missed me why did you stay away from me?"
"I was scared," Edward said, stroking your hair, "I became a king and because I was afraid of losing you and losing control so I just walked away from you."
"And you almost lost me anyway." Whispered, staring into Edward's deep blue eyes, "I still do not understand."
"I stayed away from you because I was afraid that the love I have for you would only hurt us and the kingdom, and if there is one thing I learned from my father it is that The only victory over love is flight." Edward was so close to you, and he did not resist his desire to kiss you and within a moment his lips were on yours for a gentle kiss for a few seconds.
"So you're going to keep dodging me?" I asked.
"I'm going to make you my queen," Edward said with a smile and hugged him immediately.
"A king should always listen to the advice of his queen. I will not forget it again." Said Edward when you were in his arms. You were happy, and you knew you would be able to bring back Edward's kindness when you filled him with unconditional love. And this battle was indeed just the beginning of a married life full of support and love.
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Hurt My Feelings (Ethan Edwards)
Warning(s): mutual pining, angst, cheating, making out, groping/touching
Ethan Edwards x femalebff!reader (there's also a little bit of Luke Hughes x reader oops ;) )
Summary: Based off of Tate McRae's song Hurt My Feelings :)
She wears your number, but I've got what you like
She's got you right now, but I'm still on your mind
The rink was cold. It always was. No matter how many times she's sat in one, whether it was for a tournament or for just one game, she still was cold no matter what.
She was wearing her UMich gear; supporting a hockey sweatshirt in the the familiar navy blue with yellow lettering underneath her jacket, a pair of grey jogger sweats with their team logo, a UMich hat, and a pair of UMich mittens made by the famous Edwards mother herself. A gift from her two birthdays ago after learning y/n would be attending the same college with Ethan.
Y/n found her seat in the third row opposite from the benches, wrapping her blanket around her legs as she sat. Once she was situated, she looked around the arena, watching as people piled into their seats. Some making their way down to the glass to watch the boys warmups up close.
That's when her eyes stopped and did a double take, following back to the familiar head of platinum blonde hair standing right behind the glass, standing directly across the rink from where y/n was sitting. She wore the oh so familiar home jersey with the number 73 on her back, with leather skinny jeans.
Her makeup looking a tad too overdone, a large sign sitting front of her and her friends with a thirst quote written out on it in big letters. The chomping of the girl's gum also being very noticeable. Y/n fought the urge to roll her eyes as she watched Ethan's girlfriend rave with her friends, probably bragging and talking about the boy himself.
Ethan was not someone who enjoyed signs with messages such as the one written on his girlfriend's board. Course the signs were fine when it was younger kids coming to watch, but he always said it looked desperate.
When y/n and him would lay outside talking about life, he always stated that he would want his future girlfriend to be the one sitting in the stands with his family. Not the one behind the glass with a cliche sign. Sure he didn't mind it when it came to fans, but when it was his girlfriend, it was a different story.
He wanted to be able to come out for warmups, search for her and smile when he did. Be able to look up at her every so often in between drills, waving, making gestures, mouthing something out to her, anything like that.
Y/n was lost in her thoughts when Ethan's mom's voice rung out happily. "Ugh I'm so glad you made it before me! I thought I was gonna be too late and we wouldn't get our usual spots." she jokes, a large smile on her face as she sat next to the college girl pulling her in for a bear hug.
She supported a homemade sweatshirt customized with her son's number and name on the sides of the sleeves, mittens with 73 on both of them as well as a UMich tie blanket.
"You know me, I like to be early thanks to always having parents fashionably late to everything," y/n chuckles as they pulled away from one another.
Ethan's mom gave her a look, knowing exactly what she meant. "Oh sweetheart trust me I know. Why do you think I always tell your parents an earlier time nowadays? So then they're actually on time to things."
"Yeah no kidding. I'm always the one stressing."
As the pair talked, the seats and the edges around the glass began to fill with students and fans. Before they knew it the music started to blare out, cheers increasing as the teams came out for warmups.
Y/n clapped alongside the elder woman, the pair still conversing as they watched the boys skate around the ice.
Y/n's eyes fell to the familiar head of brown hair poking out of the helmet he wore, watching as he shot into the net a few times. Not6 long after did her eyes find his girlfriend once again, seeing the girl bouncing up and down like a toddler and banging on the glass eyeing Ethan as he skated around.
She watched as her and her friends banged on the glass and shook the sign made, trying to get him to notice it.
"She's absolutely embarrassing." y/n hears next to her, looking over to Ethan's mom, whom has a disgusted look on her face while staring at the platinum head of hair across the rink.
"Not a fan of her?" she asks, watching the woman shake her head immediately.
"I tried giving her a chance. I truly did. But she is just not anywhere near his type. Or even respectful for that matter," she admits while shaking her head, finding her song back on the ice. "She got drunk at dinner with us the first time we met her. The second time we met her she got into an argument with my husband." Shay says.
Y/n stays silent and just chuckles lightly, focusing back to the boys on the ice.
Ethan peers up at the stands, scanning them before his eyes find her own. He smiles largely with a goofy smile and nods his head up as if saying 'what up'. Y/n feels her face heat up, butterflies in her stomach.
She nods back at him with a humored smile playing on her lips. His gaze falling to his mom next to her blowing her a kiss. She smiles warmly at her son and sends a million kisses back and cheers for him, watching his focus go back to drills.
Y/n wanted to take that and rub it in his girlfriends face, whom was still desperately trying to get his attention. Yet she was better than that, so she just stayed content in her seat as she watched the boys.
After a while, it was nearing the end of their warmups as her and the older woman had small talk about how school has been. They kept their eyes on the team in front of them, soon seeing Ethan skate up towards the glass on their side of the rink, eyeing y/n whom looked at him with a questioning expression.
He points towards the tunnel where they came from as if saying to meet him over there, her nodding immediately as she unwrapped herself from her cocoon.
She tells the woman next to her she will be right back, the woman shooing her off with a knowing smile.
Y/n makes her way down the steps towards the tunnel, feeling a certain blonde's eyes on her, making her try to hide a humored grin on her face. Ethan skates over slowly and greets some of the younger kids waiting by the entrance for the players.
She leans over the railing with a small smile on her face, watching as he makes his way towards her removing his helmet to look at her clearly.
He reaches his hand up as she re moves her mitten and reaches her own hand down, doing their little handshake together.
"You cold over there Rudolph?" he jokes, earning and eyeball from her.
"Yeah yeah, haven't heard that one before." she scoffs and he laughs at her expression.
"You want to meet the guys and I for dinner afterwards? We might hit up Bell's Diner," he says, and she immediately feels her insides warm.
He's asking her to join him. Not the blonde who was insanely upset on the other side of the rink. Her.
"Yeah I might be up for it." she shrugs, earning a smack to her hand that still hung with his.
I should've known better, you should've known better than me
"Ow, okay, ow, Ethan! Stop that hurts!" Y/n cries out with a laugh, the boy now sitting on her as she was laying on the couch, video game controller in his hands.
"No you stay here." he laughs.
She squeaks out and tries poking at his sides to get him off of her, watching as he twitches from her hands. "Ethan I have class in like fifteen minutes! I swear if you don't get off of me, I'm-"
"What? You're in no place to call the shots, you can't move," he jokes out looking down at her in amusement. Her arms fall other sides, looking up at him with a scowl, then crosses her arms over he chest.
Ethan laughs down at her before unpausing his game, y/n's mouth dropping offendedly. She begins to huff and puff dramatically, her head turning away from him as her sighs get louder each time her ignores her.
Once she sees that her dramatic sighs are not doing the trick, she conjures up a devilish grin.
It's a few moments of silence, but then before Ethan knows it, the girl underneath him begins screaming. He immediately jumps up in surprise from the loud yell she conjures up, the girl now scrambling off the couch and up the stairs to get her bag for class.
She hears his footsteps coming up the staircase as well as the calls of her name with some empty joking threats such as ones like 'I'm gonna throw you into the pool' or her favorite, 'I will force you to play in my spot the next home game'.
She's zipping up her jacket and throwing her backpack over her shoulder by the time her reaches her, an amused smile on both their lips.
"Ethan, no." she giggles, watching him stalk closer to her. She puts her arms out to keep him away. Her breathing getting heavy in between laughs as he gets closer.
She finds herself backing into a wall, completely screwed now as he now stands directly in front of her. His hands find her waist while his eyes are piercing down into her own, a devilish smile on his lips.
The closeness between them made her insides churn with excitement and nervousness, unsure of what was next to come.
"I wanted to spend time with you," he drags out, she rolls her eyes. "I don't see you much anymore."
"I was here yesterday."
"Okay but still, You get so busy with classes this time of year, and I have Hockey. So I don't see you a ton." he says, leaning his forehead on her own, giving her waist a squeeze.
She swallows lightly, her breathing becoming heavy as her heart. pounds in her chest. "I miss you." he mutters, his eyes finding hers.
Her eyes look into his, their faces so close now. Her heart was yelling at her to close the distance, but her mind kept screaming back and chanting girlfriend girlfriend girlfriend.
She watched him close his eyes, his jaw clenching and unclenching.
Y/n closed her eyes tight, taking a deep breath before place a hand on his chest and lightly pushing him back. "I've gotta go Eddy." she sighs, and walks away from him.
Ethan stayed in his spot, her scent still there, captivating as ever. Once he hears the front door close, his head drops back as he lets out a groan and rubs his hand on his face.
"Fuck"
I'm tryna tell myself I'm gonna stay away from you
I should've known better, you've got a way that's gonna weigh-weigh on me
It was New Years Eve, and of course the Hockey team was throwing a big party. They threw one every year. Y/n always helped plan them, per Rutger and his girlfriends pleas.
This year made it harder for her to say yes. She's been avoiding Ethan as much as she can, ignoring his texts and calls. Trying to distance herself from the need she had for him inside. She thought she was doing what was best for the both of them. Their want and need for one another was climbing. So she put a stop to it. At least is trying to.
The Hockey house was definitely bumping, the time being eleven o'clock. So close to ball drop. Y/n accepted that she would either end up kissing some random guy at midnight, or better yet, nobody at all.
Each year, she wished for Ethan to be that one she kissed. To feel his lips on her own. Yet it always ended up being nobody.
Of course Ethan knew she never had a new years kiss, so he would place his lips on her cheek after midnight and claim that that could count as her new years kiss.
She doubted she would get that now. After she had been avoiding him like the plague, stating she was so busy with classes and homework. Or that she was too sick to answer the phone sometimes.
She knew Ethan would see right through her each time though. Even if he wouldn't admit it, he knew her well enough to know her tell when lying.
So now here she stood while So High by Doja Cat played, next to Rutger in a game of beer pong against a couple of the Football boys, in a dress that she felt was too short. But was complimenting her figure so good per Rutger's girlfriend.
She was tipsy, but not drunk. She really didn't feel like throwing up tonight, better yet not having to deal with being hungover the next morning. It was enough of a buzz that she was able to feel at ease, and let loose for the night.
Rutger pulled her in for a hug as they cheered, her sinking the Football guys' last cup watching as they chugged it down.
Y/n a sip of her own drink, Rutger saying he was going to take a break and dance with his girlfriend, Y/n nodding and shooing him away to go be with her.
The girl made her way through the crowd after she finished making another drink, the crowd dancing as if in slow motion with the colored lights flashing around.
As she took a sip of her drink, she stopped in her tracks seeing the familiar boy she had been avoiding.
He was dancing up against his girlfriend, the girl basically grinding all over him as he kissed her neck. One hand gripping the underside of her breast while the other stayed glued lowly on her hip.
Y/n rolled her eyes, feeling the bile in her throat as she looked around the room to find someone. She thought it would be better to try getting over Ethan, by getting under someone else.
The crowd cheered as Rude Boy by Rihanna began to blare through the speakers, her lips turning up into a smirk. Y/n downed the rest of her drink and set her cup down on a nearby table, her eyes finding a familiar pair of blonde, curly hair.
"Hughes," she calls over the music, his head snapping over and down to her with a smile. "What's goin on little y/n/n?" he says back.
He was leaning against a doorway while talking another buddy of his, she held her hands out for him. "Come dance with me Luke," she challenges, his eyes scanning her figure as he bit his lip. Luke hands his cup to his buddy, immediately sliding his hands into her own, watching her lips move and sing along to the lyrics of the song.
They found a spot in the crowd, her eyes still locked on his. Sure Luke was attractive, everything about him was. Which is why she didn't mind how it felt dancing up close with him.
His hands slid away from hers, the girl turning around so her back was up against his chest while his hands found home on her hips.
Her hands slid up over her stomach, to her waist, over her own breasts before finally reaching behind her and sliding them into Luke's hair. The pair swayed together to the music as she sang along to the lyrics, Luke's head falling to the crook between her neck and collarbone.
Luke was tall, only a had a couple inches on Ethan, but still pretty tall nonetheless. His head fell over her collarbone fully, his lips finding a spot right on the bone that made her sigh deeply and grip his hair tightly.
Her eyes began to search in the crowd for the familiar brunette, stopping when she found him with his girlfriend still in their same position.
His eyes, though, staring into her own. Y/n knew she had him in a trance now. Her lips still singing along to the lyrics.
But that's when something else snapped in her. Her eyes leaving Ethan's and looking back down to the boy who was breathing heavily into her neck.
"Lu," she breathes, the boy humming and squeezing her hips as an answer. "I need you to help me out." she admits and he nods, his eyes finding hers for a second. He watches her eye dart towards the brunette and his own girl, Luke's eyes slowly fading over to Ethan and the blonde.
Luke's chin sat softly on her shoulder as they still danced against one another. The boys stared back at one another, Ethan's eyes looking into his best friend's with warning, as if daring Luke to test him.
Luke was always one to help stir the pot if it needed to be. Especially when he knew how both y/n and Ethan felt about each other, but danced around it for many reasons.
So of course when Ethan gave him those eyes, Luke's mind was more than happy to push his best bud past his limits.
Y/n's stayed on Luke's side profile while he stared at Ethan with a smirk blooming onto his face. As they swayed, the bridge to the song came in and Luke's hands began to move. One hand slithered its way to y/n's throat and gripped lightly, causing her to sigh at his touch.
The other hand slithered up too, but stopping on her left breast, squeezing and toying with it over her dress. The feeling of Luke's hands in the right spots made y/n's head rolled back onto his shoulder as she let out a sigh mixed with a breathless moan.
She knew Luke was still staring back at Ethan, who still held eye contact with him as well, Ethan's nostrils flaring.
Luke's eyes broke their stare a moment later, finding home on the soft spot in the crook of her neck he found earlier. Ethan watched y/n's chest heaving up and down as his best friend touched her and kissed her like that.
"Shit, Lu," she sighs into Luke's ear. She could feel him poke her backside as they ground against one another. "Who knew you knew what you were doing." she chuckles breathlessly, earning a hum from the curly headed boy.
"Gotta do what I gotta do to pull his head out of his ass, huh?" he says back to her, his head lifting up to stare back at her.
His hand left her throat, and began to slide down her waist, her hips, to her thighs, his hand moving towards her inner thigh and sliding back up slowly.
Her breathing was starting to become messy as he got closer to where she was dying to be touched. Whether it was Luke or Ethan, in which she hoped Ethan would be the one to do it, but wasn't complaining when Luke knew how to push her own buttons.
Before Luke could finally reach where she desperately needed it, she was snagged from his arms and thrown over a shoulder.
She looked back up to see Luke standing there, tongue poking the inside of his cheek as he saluted to her. She smirked at him in amusement, knowing exactly whose shoulder she was over.
Y/n was taken up the staircase and into the familiar brunette's room, the door shutting and locking behind them.
Ethan set y/n down on her feet once they were in his room, the girl’s eyebrows scrunched up in a frown. That frown changed when she saw his facial expression.
She couldn’t pinpoint all the emotions running through his mind, but the ones she could see were anger, sadness, annoyance.
Lust.
His anger was what she could see the most running through his eyes, arms crossed over his chest. “Did you need something?” She retorts, testing the waters that were already running high. Ethan scoffs down at her, his arms being thrown up in anger at her. “You’re fucking with me right?” He snaps, making her shake her head at his tone.
“I’m not doing this,” she chuckles bitterly, trying to walk past him but he grabs her arm. “Of course you won’t. You haven’t wanted to in weeks! I don’t hear shit from you, and the next thing I know I'm watching both of my best friends all up on one another? What the fuck is wrong with you?”
Y/n lets her tongue run over her teeth, not daring to make eye contact with him. She might’ve been buzzed, but she was not drunk. She was sober enough to be aware of her surroundings, but so aware of them that she was holding back her actions. Because liquid courage was surely a thing right now, and she could not hold back much longer.
“Hello? You gonna answer me y/n/n?” He says in a short tone, making her snap out of her trance.
She could hear Rutger’s voice downstairs saying fifteen seconds till midnight, y/n really wanting to get out of there before she couldn’t control herself anymore.
All these feelings have been building up, her avoiding him not helping her case. Actually made it worse, because of the way her body and mind craved his presence and touch.
“I can’t right now, Ethan.” She musters out, not making eye contact as she says it. Ethan frowns at her, confusion setting in. “Do what?” He asks. She shakes her head at him, the boy watching as she swallows hard, her chest heaving.
“Ethan,” she says, her tone was one he had only a few times. It was a warning tone. She still wasn’t looking at him in the eyes. The sound of everyone downstairs counting down till midnight and the music blaring being heard. “You should really get down there,” she says and motions to the door. “Your girl will be wondering where you are at midnight.”
Ethan storms up to her, annoyed that she won’t even acknowledge him or look at him.
“Look at me,” he says, his tone stern as he grabs her jaw softly but enough to force her to look at him. Her eyes catch his, he sees that she’s got a certain emotion running through them.
“What’s going on, y/n?” He mutters to her softly this time. "Why won't you talk to me? What did I do?" he pushes, watching as the gears turn in her mind.
He watches her lip quiver, soon biting it to hide the way it shook. It shouldn't have made him feel a way, but it did. He wanted to be the one biting that lip. Let alone taking away the pain he could see in her eyes.
Y/n rolls her eyes as the crowd yells out ‘one’ followed by a ‘happy new year’. She looks back at him, still staying silent. He says her name one last time sternly.
“Y/n.”
“Goddammit Eddy.” she snaps before her hand wraps around his neck, pulling him in for his lips to finally slam onto her own.
He didn’t take any time to process what was going on, just instantly kissing her back with just as much passion as she did. His hand going to both sides of her head, their lips moving in sync.
The way his lips felt on hers was nothing like she's ever imagined. They felt like they belonged on her own. What caught her off guard the most, was the fact that he didn't even hesitate to kiss her back.
That's when she realized he felt the same way she did. The attraction was there.
His tongue grazed hers, making his hand slide down and grip her backside. When her mouth opened in a gasp, he slid his tongue inside to let it massage hers.
Her soft moans were like music to his ears, his hands roaming anywhere and everywhere. He wanted to hear them over and over again. It was him making her make those noises. Not Luke. His lips left her own and trailed down her neck, stopping on the same spot that Luke's had once been on. Y/n didn't think it could feel any better, but Ethan made it feel insatiable.
Her hands ran through his hair as his hands roamed wherever they could reach, her gasps and breathless moans going into his broad shoulder. But as he kissed along her entire chest, her conscience came creeping in.
"Ethan," she sighs, the boy's hands raising the hem of her dress slightly, gripping her thighs trying to get her as close as he could in that moment. All that was on his mind was her. She tried his name once again, the brunette still not answering her as he searched for her lips to shush her.
"Ethan hold on," she says in between their kisses. He whimpers in her mouth, making her feel so incredibly weak. She wanted to cave so bad. Wanted to give him all of her. Let him have his way with her, and her with him.
But she couldn't. She couldn't do that.
"Your girlfriend, Eddy." she mutters as she pulls away, putting her hand on his chest. They're both breathless, Ethan going in one last time, teeth going down to drag out her bottom lip which earned a moan from her mouth.
He takes a moment with her, chests heaving against one another.
"You stay here," he whispers, his hands coming up to squeeze her waist.
She just hums with a slight nod. "I'll be back." he says, placing one last kiss on her lips, leaving her in the middle of his room in a disheveled state.
He didn't return that night.
She's where you're waking up, she's got you making up such pretty boy excuses
Oh but I know one thing, she can't stop it happening in my mind
It had been two weeks since the New Years incident. Two weeks since y/n and Ethan had shared that moment in his room. Two weeks since he left you there, only to not return.
He had been the one avoiding her now. But in this case, not under his own choices.
Every time y/n showed up to the Hockey house, she was there. Every time y/n went to a home game, she was sitting in your spot, going to see him at the tunnel instead of y/n.
When she'd text him to meet, he'd say the same things.
E :)
I can't today, I'm trying to focus. I've got a lot going on rn.
E :)
I wish I could, but I've got some stuff going on with the boys.
E :)
I would say yes, but the gf and I have plans tonight!
She knew it wasn't him making the choices, or sending those texts. He always dropped whatever he was doing to see y/n, to be with her.
The boys would've invited her to come with for one, and for two she had planned on seeing some of the guys that night. So y/n knew it was a lie from him.
The classes y/n had with Ethan and the boys was what made it more obvious. He always made up an excuse as to why his girlfriend needed him to sit with her. Or she would already be sitting in y/n's spot, so she'd find somewhere in the back to sit.
Y/n's heart began to ache. She knew deep down that it wouldn't have just happened so easily between them two, and that she couldn't stop him from making that choice. It just hurt because she should've composed herself better that night, then maybe they would've turned out being back to normal at this point.
Y/n sat in the library with Rutger's girlfriend, the pair doing homework in one of the study hall rooms. Y/n had been zoned out, her eyes locked on Ethan and his girlfriend, whom sat outside in the main study hall area talking all happily with one another.
It should be her he is sat with. Them two laughing at some stupid joke Ethan tried making about classes or the assignment at hand. It should've been her getting the quick kisses stolen in between work.
"You really need to get better at hiding your emotions, y/n/n," Rutger's girlfriend says.
Y/n snapping out of her trance and looking up at the girl whom had the whiteboard marker in one hand, the other on her hip with an unfazed look on her face.
"What emotion? I'm fine." Y/n says, her tone squeaky and uneven.
"Yeah and I'm a hockey wag," the blonde girl jokes, making y/n shrug.
"Technically speaking, you are. Unofficially," she pushes, nearly dodging the marker thrown her way.
"Not the point!" the girl laughs, y/n smiling at her comment.
She comes and sits next to y/n, sighing as she sees what her friend was witnessing. Then turns back to look at her a few moments later.
"What happened on New Years?" she asked, watching her friend pale and look at her lap.
"You cannot say a word," y/n says. "I won't-"
"Not even to Rutger."
"Damn that bad huh?"
Y/n nods. "We kind of sort of," she trails off. "madeoutinhisroomandIhadtobetheonetostopitfromgoingfurther"
The blonde looked at her like she had two heads. "I cannot decipher your fast speaking tone, so slow it down for me thank you."
Y/n sighs. "We made out in his room, and I was the one who had to try and stop it. Because if I didn't, we would've kept going." she admits, watching her friends eyes light up.
"I was wondering why he looked so dazed and why his lips were swollen when he came back." she says in a knowing manner.
"Seriously, you cannot say a word! He didn't even come back to me that night, so it means nothing." y/n says as she closes her books, packing up her stuff.
"Girl, he didn't come back because his girlfriend knew something was up."
"I kind of figured with how she's been about me lately."
"Yeah trust me, everyone has noticed." y/n threw the whiteboard marker back at her friend who laughed.
"Don't stress about it seriously. She is just jealous of what you guys have," she explains as they begin to leave the room. "I'm not one to be for cheating, trust me. But with how she treats all of us behind the scenes, I'd say your secret would be safe with me."
Y/n shook her head, her eyes finding Ethan once again. "Yeah well," He must've felt someone staring because his eyes look up from the platinum blonde girl next to him, smile dropping when he finds the familiar girl's stare.
"He can count his day because he's breaking my heart doing it." The two girls then walk away, Y/n's eyes leaving Ethan's.
His eyes following her still as she left the hall.
She's got you right now, but I'm still on your mind
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Varney.
Vampire! Noah Sebastian x female reader.
Varney! Noah, mention of blood, kind of dub-con but not really but a bit I think because of compulsion, oral, unprotected sex, mention of death.
I often have thoughts with Vampire! type of shit and I think I got a bit carried away gathering some of them here. Maybe I need to warn that this is inspired by the book "Varney the Vampire: The Feast of Blood." It's gothic horror I think, nothing too graphic is going on here though. But just- don't want you to be fooled, this is based on gothic gross vampires not that sparkling Edward bitch. I know nobody reads that part every time but you can't say you haven't been warned.
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"Varney enjoys all the pleasures at once and when he manages to desecrate the bed of a pretty young woman while bleeding her white in a horrible sucking sound. He is a fearsome and scary creature that usually wakes up the members of the fair sex by scratching at the window of their room."
She knew he was here. She could feel him, hear him. She could hear the same four notes he was humming, letting the melody indicate his presence to those around. She looked through the window, trying to discern the shape outside, the condensation on the glass concealing his figure. But she knew he was here, god she knew and she couldn't look away. She didn't dare to move, she didn't want him to know she knew. He did though. Of course, he did. He just didn't say anything, he couldn't scare his prey. She was so innocent in her white nightgown, creeping at the window from her bed, fearing to be harmed in the middle of the night.
So he continued to sing his chords, the notes living rent-free in her mind for years now.
D♭, G♭, E♭ₘ and A♭ₘ.
It was like an obsessive thought, it intruded her mind, and it ate her brain. All she could do was hum along every time she heard them.
She knew he was here, she always did. And even if she abhorred it to hell, all she could do was to be haunted by these notes. They were so mesmerizing, like she was compelled to appreciate them, finding comfort in them even though they seemed terrifying.
D♭, G♭, E♭ₘ and A♭ₘ.
She murmured them like a mantra, like it would save her from damnation. As if they were going to keep him away from her when he was the one living by their harmony.
D♭, G♭, E♭ₘ and A♭ₘ.
It wasn't that hard. Actually, if she tried, she was sure she could play them on the piano.
D♭, G♭, E♭ₘ and A♭ₘ.
She was just a child then, not so long ago, when she first heard these four notes. That day he left a letter. "I'll come for you, my yuri." Yuri was not her name and by then she had no fucking clue of what he meant. She still doesn't. With time, the years went by and he started to reach for her again. It was first once a month, then once every two weeks, to finally once a week. The more she grew the more he seemed to visit. He was frightening her. He looked so tall, so massive and impressive. She only saw his face once, disguised in the darkness of her room. It was the only time he approached her that close and despite the terror she felt that night all she could remember was his long nose and the way his hair framed his face.
But while he continued his visits, he never tried anything to harm her to her surprise. She knew what he was, she often heard the elder talk about these creatures that come for you at night. But she liked to think he was some kind of protector. Oh, only if she knew. His intentions were everything but caring and kind. He wanted her. From the moment he saw her as a child, he wanted her, he wanted her blood. She smelled like no other.
His first thought was to get rid of her as a child, get a good meal from her and leave her for dead in the snow in front of her house. But even for him, killing that innocent child was too much. So he waited, promising himself a good feast for the years to come. He just had to watch for her, to be sure that no one would try to harm his prey. They called him Varney, Varney the vampire, attacking only those who were pure enough to be maidens. But as the years passed he never acted. He could have assailed her a thousand times now. She was not a child anymore and she lived so carefree- that girl was completely unconscious. He needed to act and to act soon before she would do something that would ruin her forever.
But he did nothing, he watched her for years, he observed how she evolved, how she went from that sweet smiling child to the woman she was today. And god, he was happy he waited because nothing ever smelled as divine as her. She smelled like strong lilies, yuri.
Yuri was the Japanese appellation for lilies. He didn't know her name, even after all these years he didn't look into it. He didn't need to know his prey, all he needed to was watch over her. Watch how happily she danced during the spring balls, how sad she cried during the dead season at the end of the autumn, how charming she was for the Christmas time, and how fragile she looked alone in her bed at night. That poor nightgown wasn't doing her any favour, he swore that if he squinted just a bit more he could see everything. That clothing was so see-through that she might be freezing to death during those stormy nights.
One day he dropped her a cloth, some kind of duvet for her body to heat. It was the only time he actually entered her room, hoping for her to be dead asleep. Unfortunately, she was not, and she saw his face. He knew she did, he only hoped for her to not remember, to think that it was some kind of dream. Only that she wasn't dumb, she knew he was lurking for her all these years and she knew he was here that night, next to her bed. At first, she thought she was good to die, the time had come. A stranger in her room watched her sleep like a psychopath, but he only dropped that duvet, and she knew it was him. He hummed for her and her body relaxed immediately. He had tamed her, had domesticated her. She wasn't even worried about him intruding on her space like that.
He knew he did a great job then, even if she saw what she was supposed to never see, his face.
D♭, G♭, E♭ₘ and A♭ₘ.
Winter balls have never been her thing. She much preferred the ones that were held in the spring or the summer. The celebrations were different, more festive. During the winter the balls were cold, held in big mansions from the ones who were welcoming all the people. Often they were masquerade parties, and she hated that too. She didn't like wearing that mask all night, it was itching and making her face sweat like a pig. Gosh, she hated them, and that corset dress too. It was so tight she could barely breathe. Spring balls were allowing more liberties, no masks, no dresses, nothing but dancing.
Nonetheless, she still walked through that hall, finally entering that marble castle and she couldn't help but appreciate the heat that welcomed her. Greeted by some kind of butler she walked through the corridors, reaching the room of the festivities.
She stared at the impressive chandelier, overwhelmed by all the luxury that surrounded her. She didn't have any idea whose house it was this time. Winter balls were held by the nobles of the land, one by one, it's all she needed to know, at least that's what she lived by.
And just like that the night went, she danced around with some people, chatted with others, it was all pleasant until she couldn't take it anymore. Politely she escaped the small group she was with, reaching for a balcony of some kind as she hoped for some air. That corset was for sure killing her. She laughed to herself, the idea of being killed by her awful garments making her smile a little.
"Oh no the poor lady suffocated in that way too tight dress, who's idea it was? We should strip her naked to see!" She mimicked some kind of rude man by herself, laughing even more at her antics. Maybe she was drunk, maybe it was the heat obstructing her brain, but she found that pleasant enough.
D♭, G♭, E♭ₘ and A♭ₘ.
Until he called for her. She first thought her brain was playing her tricks, but he called again.
D♭, G♭, E♭ₘ and A♭ₘ.
She looked up, then down, looking for that well-known figure, only to notice him hidden among the roses of the garden below. She moved as fast as she could, hoping to actually be able to catch him tonight. She had so many things to ask, but she wasn't afraid, curiosity was gnawing at her.
D♭, G♭, E♭ₘ and A♭ₘ.
He sang the chord again and she let his voice guide her through the labyrinth of flowers and small trees she was losing herself in.
D♭, G♭, E♭ₘ and A♭ₘ.
"Come for me, my yuri."
He talked to her and for the first time, she felt like she heard his voice, like he was real, like all of this was concrete.
D♭, G♭, E♭ₘ and A♭ₘ.
She couldn't see him yet, but the more she walked the more the melody became persistent.
"Yuri."
He guided her with his voice, keeping it sultry, as soft as his sweet words. Once again transported by his melodies, all she could do was search for him, she was completely frenetic, obsessed. She needed him, she needed more. She wondered why every time she heard him sing she couldn't feel fear anymore. As if he was some kind of saviour, an angel from heaven.
And then she saw him, standing in front of the fountain, hidden by thousands of thorns and roses. She recognized that tall frame and that nose. It's all she could remember him by, the long nose, so straight, so pretty, making him look so elegant.
She was in awe, her eyes staring straight into his, her lips agape. She didn't even dare to swallow, worried he might disappear at any second as if he was supernatural. He wasn't real, he wasn't human, she swore he was not. But he was clearly not an angel either. His aura was so dark and she remembered why she feared him at first.
His eyes pierced through her skin and she suddenly felt naked, as if she was not the one only wearing nightgowns in front of him every night for the past ten years. It was so different from what he used her to, he actually looked terrifying, as she remembered him from when she was a kid. He felt the change in her mood, felt how frightened she became in an instant. And without her even realizing he was by her side, in a flash, he towered over her against that thorny bush.
"It's okay my yuri, don't be afraid." He tried to soothe her, to coax her, but it didn't work that time. As if his voice had lost all of his fascinating power.
She tried to step back, only to puncture the naked skin of her arms with another thorn, a single drop of blood forming at her wound. It cascaded through her arm until it reached her hand. She felt it rolling down but her eyes were drowning in his. She couldn't look away, it didn't matter how frightened she actually was, her gaze couldn't leave his.
He licked his lower lips, the glow in his eyes darkening, and she didn't miss any of that. He swallowed hard, his eyes alternating between hers and her lips. He licked his once again, until he couldn't bear it one more minute. Carefully, he approached his face to hers, brushing his lips on hers.
"You’re bleeding Yuri." he whispered and she swallowed hard, her voice stuck in her throat. "Be careful, we wouldn't want to hurt that delicate flower."
Was he talking about her or about the roses behind her? She had no idea but she still blushed and he stepped back, leaving her some personal space again while she realized she actually had stopped breathing for several seconds now. He held his hand to her as he went sitting on the edge of the fountain.
She followed obediently, actually taking his hand in her as he pulled her toward him, startled by how hot she was compared to him. He made her stand between his spread legs, turning her so he could face her back. His eyes fell on the blood spreading on her arm, strings of red tarnishing the purity of her skin. Hypnotized by it he let his fingers travel from her hand to her forearms and the upper arms, brushing gently her skin in his path, ever so slowly, as delicate as he saw her. The scent of it was becoming intoxicating and he wished he could smell more, touch more, feel the thickness of the blood between his fingers, he wanted to taste her so badly. She smelled like lilies but would she taste like lilies too?
"Yuri." It escaped him, a murmur that he couldn't refrain from, it's all he was thinking about. Lily, Yuri. He didn't move, he didn't even try to act like nothing happened, he just fixated on the blood imprinting her skin. He hadn't smelled it in years but it smelled as divine as the first time he saw her. It was even more sacred than that day.
"What does Yuri mean?" She asked, clueless, as she stared at the bush where she actually hurt herself. Her voice startled him, he wasn't used to hearing her. He found that sweet, so sweet. She was all her blood was, he was sure of that and he wondered, for a second, if he wasn't just infatuated with her.
"Lily." He answered calmly, but if his heart was still actually beating he swore he would be breaking.
"Lily as the flower?" He only hummed at her as a form of answer. His thumb brushed the wound and she didn't react. He wished she would have hissed or whined, but she didn't, she only stayed still, staring at the bush. "Why?"
The more his thumb caressed her the more she relaxed into his touch, as if she wasn't terrified minutes before.
"Because-" He stopped, thinking of what he was about to say actually. "Just because. You don't need to know."
When he finally took his finger away, he brought it to his lips, allowing himself to taste, just for a bit, just a tidbit as his tongue licked it more than he should have.
The taste lingered in his mouth and thinking suddenly became hard, way too hard for the simple man he used to be. Worried by the absence of sounds he was making she turned back, facing him.
He looked at her from under, curled up on himself as he revelled himself in the flavour of her blood. Eyes dark and bloodshot, canines peeking through, long nails finishing his hands. When she realized what he was actually doing her eyes widened. His lips were stained with the liquid. For an unknown reason, she found him absolutely gorgeous. He looked so needy, it actually surprised her. How could the strong figure ensuring her at night look so weak under her like that?
Caught red-handed, he tried to compose himself to not lose the imposing presence he tried so hard to give himself these past few years. But the blood still on his lips, he couldn't behave decently. He felt so stupid, like a horny teenager, all he wanted was her.
Completely incautiously, she approached her fingers, wiping his lips and her blood away. When her fingers left his mouth he chased her, chased the heat of that alive body and the taste that was coming along, the taste he was losing. She could have touched his canine in that moment, she could have injured herself badly by unleashing that part of him. She hadn't noticed them but they were menacing to pierce through her weak skin and suck the life out of her. It's all he had been dreaming of all these years, he was so close to his goal, if only he dared to catch her.
But in the silence of the night a couple came to disturb their peace, distracting her attention away from him for a couple of seconds, acknowledging the two persons stepping into the garden. And when she eventually looked back at him he had disappeared, like he vanished into the night.
She cursed, startled by how quickly he was to leave. She knew he was able to do that, she was just not expecting him to do it tonight. She was so close, terrified but yet drowned to him, and now he faded without even telling her his name. She sighed, desperate as she sat on the edge of the fountain, trying to process what just had happened.
On his side, he cussed everybody who dared to put themself between himself and her. He was so close finally, if only he got a few more minutes he could have ravished her right here right now. How stupid he was to have hesitated even one second, he was getting weak and it was something that he couldn’t allow.
Following that event, the nights passed and looked all the same, dull, cold, and annoying. He didn't come for a total of nine nights, she counted them all. Nine nights were she was, in fact for the first time since her childhood, free from his gaze. She could have left, she could have brought someone home, she could have done all the things she doesn't dare to do when she knows he's lurking at her, but she did nothing.
On that ninth night though, she knew he was here. Despite the absence of melody, she could feel him, she could tell how disguised he was in the shadow, like he was actually for once ashamed of what he was doing. Because all he was, in fact, was a creep, lurking at a woman's window every night. And when it finally hit her all she could do was clench her legs. He was here for her, he was watching her every night, in that white nightgown, that little dress, revealing her naked body underneath, and he was here, and he was watching her.
Her legs clenched once again and she rolled into her bed, trying to chase her thoughts away but she was still feeling his presence. It was burning her, every ounce of the sheets her body was touching tingled. She rolled over and over, the image of that needy man, sucking on her blood, his fingers in his mouth like he was starving. She clenched her legs. Again. She was so petite under him, against the bush, her body hitting the thorns. Again. Was it the blood? Would he come for her if she was bleeding again? Again.
She wanted him to come for her, she wanted to ask him his name and feel his cold fingers on his arms once again.
D♭, G♭, E♭ₘ and A♭ₘ.
She called for him, naturally, like he called for her but he didn't answer, he stayed in his darkness, unsure of what to do. Did she want him to devour her all? Did she know what he had planned to do?
D♭, G♭, E♭ₘ and A♭ₘ.
She called again, tempting him, playing with the little nerves he had.
D♭, G♭, E♭ₘ and A♭ₘ.
Like a plea, she called him, she called for his furtive touch, his calloused fingers, she called for him to get out of the darkness. And when he finally dared to step out of the corner, she realized that he wasn't outside like she thought he was. He was in her room. Like he did the first time he saw her wearing that ridiculous nightgown. Her eyes widened at her -expected- unexpected visitor.
He approached her bed as she straightened herself, switching positions to sit on her feet, revealing herself. His hands approached her face, his fingers caressing the top of her cheek and she shivered, the contact surprising her, his coldness contrasting with her hot body.
"Shh, it's too late to be afraid, Yuri." As always, his voice relaxed her and she leaned into his touch, her face chasing his hand until he cupped his whole cheek, his fingers reaching from behind her ears. His thumb stroked her face and she sighed, closing her eyes, like it was her missing piece. She didn't understand why but she felt herself ignite. She was burning and the more he gently caressed her face the more she was catching on fire.
In a movement, as furtive as always, he sat on the bed, the mattress not making a single sound as it was used to. When she finally opened her eyes back, she met his gaze and it all suddenly became hard to breathe. She wanted to call him, to whisper his name but she had no idea of who he was, so she only murmured a quiet "please." that looked more like a whine than anything else, it was a supplication. She didn't know what she was pleading for but she did, she needed to get freed from this, whatever it was, and she knew he was the one who was going to help her. It felt like evidence, he was the one who was going to free her from that painful agony.
"Please what? Tell me, my sweet lily." He asked, his free hand cupping her other cheek and she closed her eyes again, expecting a kiss that never came. Why would he have kissed her? She didn't know, but she knew he was about to, she saw it, she felt it, she-
"Kiss me." She asked for it, the words escaping her without her consent, like he compelled her to do so. "Please kiss me-"
She wanted to call his name again but was dismissed that right, her lack of knowledge of his person showing. It scared her once again, how ready she was to give herself to that man she barely knew, how she let him watch her all these years, it wasn't herself, she was scared of him but why did it feel so good at that very moment?
But thoughts became long forgotten when she felt his lips on her, chastely moving in rhythm, like another chord. It's all she needed to lose it, she didn't think anymore, a violent moan leaving her when he pressed himself even more on her. Their two bodies flopped on the bed, her back hitting the mattress as he quickly settled himself on top of her without ever breaking the kiss. He could have done whatever he wanted with her, she was putty in his hand at that very moment, she belonged to him the second he put his hands on her nine nights ago.
He kissed her as if his life depended on it, as if he wasn't already half-dead, he was drowning in her scent. The more he kissed her the more she whined into his arms, her scent becoming stronger and stronger. He was drunk on her, he could feel her blood rushing through her whole body, he could hear how fast her heart was beating, how hot and aroused she was just from his kisses. When he finally broke apart for real, letting her gasp for air, he analyzed her, the needy look she was giving him, as if she needed this as much as he did, as she didn't need to live, what was her life in comparison to man's touch?
She wanted to ask for his name again, and finally, as if he read her mind, he breathed out, his mouth drawn to her neck.
"Noah." His mouth attached itself, almost automatically to her skin and he dared, just so little, press his teeth against her carotid, enough to just feel the blood pump under his touch.
She tilted her head back at the contact, sighing. "Noah." She repeated and he nodded, smiling in the crook of her neck as he travelled on her body. She was smelling so good, he was going crazy, the more he approached her heart the more excited he was. His lips landed on her clavicle, her cleavage and when he finally dared reach that devil gown, who taunted him so many times, he ripped it, freeing her chest from the fabric. He almost moaned at the sight of her bare body, like it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his entire life, and it was. She was almost glowing in his eyes, like she was coming straight from heaven and he wondered how it was possible for a creature of the devil like him to be able to reach for the gods through her.
"Noah." She called again, cautiously, like these words would hurt her if she said them too fast or too loud.
He hummed against her, his head already diving into her chest, his lips attached to her left breast he sucked on it, feeling her heart pump under him, feeling the blood coming to his mouth as he sucked a bit more vividly. Until he sucked enough for his teeth to pierce through her skin, her blood escaping her without her being able to contest or fight. All she could feel was the euphoria that his touch was giving her.
The taste of her was like a relief, it was the best thing he ever put in his mouth, after centuries of existence. It was the sweetest of the nectars. When he was still human he recalled once drinking a wine called "The Wine of the Gods." The best one ever created. But he swore it was nothing compared to her. Nothing could compete with that delicate sweetness, she tasted like she smelled and he couldn't stop. He wondered if her pussy tasted the same, his intrusive thoughts battling against him and his will to feed. He couldn't get his teeth out of her breast but god- her pussy, scented as divine as her blood and he wanted to taste her so bad.
He opened his eyes back but it was too late, she was already too far away from her pleasure, drowning in all the sensations she was feeling. When he finally collected enough will he left her chest, not without regrets, to pamper her with kisses, travelling through her stomach to reach her bare pussy. She didn't bother herself with underwear at night and he couldn't be more glad for that.
He kissed her pelvis, his mouth not leaving her skin for more than a few seconds. And when he finally dared to settle between her legs, when she automatically spread them for him, all he wanted to do was thrust violently into her and bite her neck until she would cry from the pain. But he did nothing of that, he gently bit her inner thigh, delecting himself with the so little blood he took.
Finally deciding to put his hands to good use, he grabbed her by the hips, his fingers sinking in their fat as he pushed her to his face. She squirmed under him, her hands reaching for his hair by instinct. All she wanted was to push him more and more on her, begging him to speed up his pace. She was dying for his touch, completely compelled and mesmerized by her predator, just like he wanted her.
But the predator liked to play too much. He only teased her, keeping his slow motions, nice and gentle, groaning when she would moan a little bit louder or push him a little bit too hard.
He was quick to get how her body worked and how she reacted in a certain way. Soon he had his two hands grabbing her legs to put them on his shoulders, his tongue pressed against her cunt with such fervour. His nose rubbed her clit, making her moan. Her hands immediately left his hair to cover her mouth, refraining from her sounds but he was quick to move, leaving his spot between her legs to reach her face, grabbing her hands to move them away from her mouth.
"Let me hear you Yuri, let me hear the holy sounds you make." Quickly, he regained his place back, his tongue pushing itself on her folds as she moaned again.
He was cold, all of his being was freezing but it was enough to make her burn under his touch. She desired him in a way that she never desired anybody, and yet she felt so away that she wasn't sure it was her who was feeling all these emotions. Her heart was ready to explode as she pushed his head deeper against her core. She moaned and he answered back, groaning vividly between her legs.
The closer she grew to her orgasm the sweeter she tasted, it was intoxicating, it was all too much. Until she came, rocking her hips on his face, quivering between his hands and crying his name for her own sake, to remember something tangible, like all of this was real. Because she felt completely out of her body, her conscience tore apart from herself.
Nonetheless, he kept eating her, he couldn't get enough of her scent, of her taste. If he wasn't a starved man before he definitely was one now. He only pulled apart when he heard her cry his name out, completely overstimulated. And when he finally dared to look at her he understood how fucked he was. Because there was no way he was turning back now, there was no way he was letting her run free into the wild again. He just needed her body over his, he needed to be inside of her for real, to feel her alive around him. At that very moment, he didn't care about anything else, he needed to feel how warm she was, how alive she was compared to him. And when he finally achieved that feeling, when he finally thrusted into her without a care in the world he almost immediately came from the sensation. Nothing ever made him feel alive like that, even not when he was actually alive.
She cried for him but at this point, every sound she made was long forgotten, he was already gone. He heard her heart beating, like a psychotic melody. It was maddening, the more he thrusted the more he heard it.
D♭, G♭, E♭ₘ and A♭ₘ.
She kept crying of pleasure, reaching for his embrace and when he finally held her between his arms she was ready to give up on her life. It was feeling all too good to be true, it wasn't her, she knew it, he was only chasing his own pleasure yet she was reaching her climax so quickly. Something wasn't right but it was too late to notice. Her arms around his back she held him closer, tightening her grasp on him to comfort herself.
She was doomed. She knew it, it was the end. She cried out, from the pain this time as she acknowledged her situation. He held her closer, feasting on her supplications, one of his hands reaching for her face, his thumb brushing away some tears."Shhh, it's okay Yuri. It's too late now." and before she could come he bit violently into her neck, the pain awakening immediately. It was violent, brutal, nothing like before. She felt her life escape her without being able to do anything while he continued to fete on her, unable to stop drinking from her, years of starvation just for that instant. But for him, it was all worth it, nothing had ever been as worth it as it was. It was delicious, excruciating all of his senses. He never felt so great in so many years. He loved those who were pure enough to be maidens, they really were a gift from the gods, descended straight from heaven and he was bringing her back to where she belonged. Away from the monstrosities of the earth. Away from himself who belonged to hell. Varney.
The chords used are from Masquerade by Versailles.
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Hello again!
May i request Ben and Garrett meeting their mate when they meet Renesme? She's Bella's elder sister and their first glimpse of her is her asleep with a 6 month old baby girl asleep on her chest. So protective the two of them!! As always please and thank you!
❝threes a crowd❞
✭ pairing : Garrett x reader x Benjamin
✭ fandom : twilight
✭ summary : (y/n) is the older sister of Bella swan and when she finds out that Bella has had a child she can’t help but to pay them a visit, excited to meet her niece the two of them spend the afternoon playing and then lay down on the couch for some well deserved naps. Garrett and Benjamin are two vampires who feel as though they are missing something from their lives so why not pay their old friend a visit and hope he can help them figure it out, after all he is a doctor and the doctor knows best
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The morning sun cast a warm, golden glow over the small town of Forks, Washington, as (Y/N) drove her old, reliable truck down the familiar winding roads. It had been years since she had left this place, seeking adventure and opportunities far from the quiet life of her hometown. But today, she was coming back for a reason she never expected.
(Y/N) had always been protective of her younger sister, Bella. They shared a special bond growing up, and even though life had taken them in different directions, that bond had never wavered. Over the past few years, (Y/N) had received sporadic updates about Bella from their father, Charlie. Bella had moved back to Forks after a brief stint in Arizona, citing health reasons, but the details had always been vague.
Today was different. Charlie had called (Y/N) late last night, his voice tinged with a mixture of relief and excitement. "Bella's better now, (Y/N)," he had said, his words filled with a joy she hadn't heard in a long time. "She's overcome her sickness."
Sickness? The word had sent shivers down (Y/N)'s spine. She needed to know what had happened to her sister. And there was another piece of news that had taken her by surprise. Bella had a child, a niece. "Edward's adopted niece," Charlie had explained. "They took her in after her mother died."
The sunlit trees lining the road to Forks swayed gently as (Y/N) pulled into the familiar driveway of her childhood home. Her heart pounded with a mixture of anticipation and worry. She had so many questions, and she couldn't wait to see Bella again.
Charlie was waiting on the porch, his eyes filled with an emotion that mirrored her own. They embraced tightly, father and daughter reunited after too long apart.
"Tell me everything, Dad," (Y/N) said, her voice trembling with emotion.
Charlie led her inside and began to fill in the gaps. Bella had been battling an illness, one that had left her weak and vulnerable. But Charlie spoke of her recovery with such pride and happiness that (Y/N) couldn't help but smile through her tears. She had always known that her sister was a fighter.
"And the child, Dad? Tell me about her," (Y/N) asked, her curiosity piqued.
Charlie's face softened. "Her name is Renesmee or Nessa as we call her. She's a sweet, bright little girl who's been through so much. Bella and Edward took her in when her mother passed away. They're raising her as their own."
(Y/N) nodded, her heart swelling with admiration for her sister's kindness. She couldn't wait to meet Renesmee and be a part of their lives.
"I want to see Bella, Dad," (Y/N) said, determination in her eyes. "And I want to meet my niece."
Charlie smiled, understanding the urgency in his older daughter's voice. "She's at their place now. I'll take you there."
As they left the house and headed towards Bella's home, (Y/N) couldn't help but wonder how much had changed since she had left Forks. Little did she know that her return would mark the beginning of a new chapter in their lives, one filled with love, family, and unexpected blessings.
The Cullen house stood as impressive as ever, its grandeur hidden beneath the towering pines of the forest. (Y/N) and Charlie parked the truck and made their way to the front door. (Y/N) felt a strange mix of excitement and apprehension as they approached. She hadn't seen Bella in years, and she had never met Bella's husband, Edward, or their adopted niece, Renesmee.
Before she could even reach for the doorbell, it swung open to reveal Alice Cullen, her radiant smile lighting up the doorway. "Welcome to our home, (Y/N)!" Alice exclaimed, pulling her into a warm hug. "Everyone's been eagerly awaiting your arrival."
(Y/N) couldn't help but be surprised. "How did you know I was coming?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.
Alice's eyes twinkled with a secret that she couldn't reveal. "Charlie sent Bella a message earlier today, saying you'd be joining us."
Charlie nodded in agreement, but (Y/N) couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to it. She pushed the thought aside and stepped inside.
The Cullen home was just as beautiful as she remembered it, filled with a sense of elegance and warmth. In the spacious living room, she spotted Bella standing beside a tall, bronze-haired man who could only be Edward. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw her sister, who had transformed into a graceful, confident woman.
"Bella!" (Y/N) called out, rushing forward to envelop her sister in a tight hug. "I've missed you so much."
Bella's eyes filled with tears as she returned the embrace. "I've missed you too, (Y/N). It's so good to see you."
As they pulled away, Edward stepped forward, a warm smile on his face. "I'm Edward," he said, extending his hand. "It's nice to finally meet you in person."
(Y/N) shook his hand, feeling an immediate sense of trust and warmth. "Likewise, Edward. Bella's told me so much about you."
Just then, from Edward's arms, (Y/N) noticed a small bundle of joy. It was a beautiful, dark-haired baby with wide, curious eyes. (Y/N) couldn't help but gasp in delight.
"This is Renesmee," Bella said, her voice filled with motherly pride. "Our daughter."
(Y/N) leaned in to get a closer look at the three-month-old baby. "She's absolutely precious," she whispered, her heart melting at the sight of the tiny miracle in Bella's arms.
Edward smiled proudly as he carefully handed Renesmee over to (Y/N). The baby blinked up at her with a hint of recognition, her small hand reaching out to touch (Y/N)'s cheek.
"I think she likes you," Bella remarked, her smile widening.
(Y/N) held the baby close, overwhelmed by a rush of emotions. She couldn't believe how much her sister's life had changed, but it was a change filled with love and happiness.
As they all gathered in the living room, (Y/N) couldn't help but feel that this reunion was a long-overdue blessing. She had her sister back, and now she had the chance to be a part of this new, loving family that Bella had found in Forks.
The morning passed in a blur of joy and laughter as (Y/N) and Renesmee played together in the cozy Cullen home. They had explored every corner of the backyard, watched cartoons that left them both giggling, and played with an assortment of baby toys that seemed to multiply with each passing hour. By the time the afternoon sun bathed the living room in a warm glow, exhaustion had caught up with them.
(Y/N) sat on the couch, cradling Renesmee in her arms as the little one's eyelids drooped with sleep. It had been a day filled with new discoveries and boundless affection, and both of them were in need of a nap.
As (Y/N) closed her eyes and felt the rhythmic rise and fall of Renesmee's breath against her chest, she couldn't help but smile. The bond she was forming with her niece was something she cherished deeply.
Unbeknownst to (Y/N), Bella had been quietly snapping pictures of the two of them, capturing the precious moments shared between her sister and her daughter. She had missed these family moments so much, and it warmed her heart to see (Y/N) and Renesmee getting along so well.
Edward gently took Bella by the hand and led her aside, away from the sleeping pair on the couch. His expression was grave as he spoke in hushed tones. "Carlisle called. Garrett and Benjamin are coming to pay us a visit."
Bella's eyes widened with surprise. "Garrett and Benjamin? Why?"
Edward sighed, knowing the situation required a careful explanation. "Carlisle didn’t say much."
Bella glanced back at her sister and the peacefully sleeping Renesmee.
Edward hesitated before responding, "They are aware that we have guest over right now. But bella, (Y/N), doesn’t know of our secret and we can't risk exposing her to our world."
Bella nodded in understanding, her heart heavy with the weight of the decision. She had always strived to protect her sister from the dangers of their supernatural life.
Edward continued, "Carlisle already warned them about (Y/N) being here like I said, they also know she’s human so he’s asked them to wear contacts to conceal their eyes.“
Bella looked back at her sister and daughter with a mixture of gratitude and concern. "I'll do whatever it takes to keep them safe, Edward. They mean everything to me."
Edward placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "We'll get through this together, Bella. For the safety of our family."
As they returned to the living room, Bella couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding, like their visit wasn’t all that innocent.
The Cullen house was filled with a palpable tension as Garrett and Benjamin arrived, their footsteps silent against the lush carpeted floor. They were known among the vampire community as mates, bound together by a connection deeper than mere friendship. But lately, they had felt something missing from their lives, a void they couldn't ignore.
They had heard rumors of a vampire legend, one that suggested vampires could have more than one mate. It was a risky and rare phenomenon, but they believed it might hold the answer to their unease. That's why they had come to Carlisle for what could only be described as a "check-up" of sorts.
As Carlisle greeted them at the door, his golden eyes concealed behind human-like contact lenses, he welcomed them with a warm smile. "Garrett, Benjamin," he said, extending a hand to each of them. "It's good to see you both."
Garrett and Benjamin nodded in response, their gazes scanning the room. There was an air of anticipation that hung in the air, but they couldn't quite pinpoint the reason for it.
Carlisle led them further into the house. "You must be quite Bella's sister is asleep on the couch with my grandchild."
The mention of Bella's sister piqued Garrett and Benjamin's curiosity, but they remained composed as they followed Carlisle.
As they entered the living room, their eyes fell upon the sight that took their breath away. (Y/N) was asleep on the couch, her chest rising and falling with the peaceful rhythm of slumber. In her arms, she cradled Renesmee, the infant's dark curls blending with (Y/N)'s own hair.
The moment their eyes locked onto (Y/N), something extraordinary happened. Garrett and Benjamin felt a sudden surge of intense emotion, a connection so profound that it left them momentarily stunned. It was the mating bond, a rare and powerful force that bound vampires together for eternity.
Bella, who had been watching their reactions closely, recognized the look of astonishment on their faces. She couldn't contain her smile as she approached them. "Garrett, Benjamin, meet my sister, (Y/N)."
Garrett and Benjamin exchanged glances, unable to tear their eyes away from (Y/N). It was as if they had found the missing piece of their lives, the answer to the emptiness they had felt.
(Y/N) stirred on the couch, slowly waking from her nap. Her eyes fluttered open, and she met the intense gazes of Garrett and Benjamin. In that instant, the mating bond solidified, binding the three of them together in a way they couldn't fully comprehend.
Bella's heart dropped in dread as she watched the extraordinary connection unfold before her. It had been the same look Edward gave her, the same one Emmett shared with Rosalie and Alice with jasper, she knew that look all to well and she was afraid that they all knew that their lives were now forever changed.
Carlisle led Garrett and Benjamin into a separate room, away from the watchful eyes of (Y/N) and the rest of the family. The tension in the air was palpable, and they needed to discuss what had just transpired.
Once they were in the privacy of the room, Garrett spoke first, his voice filled with awe and confusion. "Carlisle, we felt it... the mating bond. It was like a tidal wave, overwhelming and undeniable."
Carlisle's brow furrowed in concern. "This is troubling, indeed," he admitted. "A mating bond is a powerful force, but this situation is far from simple."
Benjamin, ever the optimist, couldn't help but see the bright side. "Isn't this a good thing? We've found our missing piece, someone who completes us."
Carlisle nodded slowly. "Yes, that's great for the two of you, but we have to consider that Charlie and (Y/N). They are all Bella has left linking her to her human life. Now that the two of you have found a mate within (Y/N), I fear how Bella might react."
Just as they were grappling with the complexity of the situation, the door swung open, and Bella entered, her eyes blazing with anger but her voice deceptively calm. "Did you do what I think you did?"
Garrett attempted to defuse the situation with a charming smile. "Bella, it's not something we planned. The mating bond, it's beyond our control."
But Bella wasn't placated. She pushed Garrett aside and confronted Benjamin. "You can't control who you mate with," he said.
Edward, who had been listening from the hallway, appeared at that moment. He knew how to handle Bella's emotions better than anyone. "Bella, come with me," he urged gently, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
Bella hesitated for a moment, her eyes still locked onto Benjamin. But eventually, she relented and allowed Edward to lead her out of the room and into the forest to hunt.
As they disappeared into the woods, the tension in the room eased slightly, but the weight of the situation remained. Garrett, Benjamin, and Carlisle were left to grapple with the implications of the unexpected mating bond and the potential consequences it might bring to their unconventional family.
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eddie/hospital/morphine button
Because this man is a menace, even when he doesn't mean to be.
Warnings: mentions of smut, hospital/injuries (unrelated to the Upside Down), regulated morphine use (obviously), pregnant!Reader
WC: 1.3k
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Your heels clack on the floor as you attach the visitor badge to your blazer, hurrying down the hall to room 114. You’re exhausted after what seemed like the longest trip ever, even though your business trips to San Francisco were nothing out of the ordinary.
Of course, a frantic phone call from Wayne Munson is always sure to shake things up.
The elder Munson man is typically even-tempered and cool as a cucumber. So when your hotel room phone rang and he was on the other end of the line, breathlessly explaining that Eddie had fallen off of a ladder and was unable to move, you’d gotten a ticket for the first flight back to Indiana.
“He was helpin’ hang up lights for the Christmas fair downtown, and there was a big gust of wind…took him right down. Landed on his tailbone,” Wayne rushed, choking up at the memory. “We just got him to the hospital, and they’re taking him in for x-rays. If he shattered it, he’ll need emergency surgery.”
You’d assured him that you were on your way home, already haphazardly throwing clothes into your suitcase. Between inclement weather and holiday airport busyness, it had taken you forever to be put on a plane. Eight hours later, including a layover at O’Hare and nearly an hour cab ride, you’d finally made it.
Wayne is standing outside the room, gnawing on his thumbnail anxiously. If smoking in hospitals was still allowed, he’d be halfway through a carton at this point.
“Never a dull moment when you’re a Munson, is there, darlin’?” He tries to joke, but the catch in his voice weakens his attempt at humor. You pull him in for a hug, and neither of you let go for a long time. “He’s out of surgery now,” Wayne continues. “He fractured his tailbone, and the doc said he’ll need physical therapy after he starts to heal up a bit.”
“He didn’t…did he hit his head?” you ask quietly, tears brimming in your own eyes. You’d been in fight-or-flight mode, nerves on edge this entire time, and now that you were here, you were finally able to process everything that happened.
“No, thank God,” Wayne answers, and you breathe out a sigh of relief. “That boy can’t afford to lose any more brain cells.” He lets out a terse chuckle.
You bite your lip nervously. “Is it okay if I go in and see him?”
‘’Course.” Wayne gestures towards the door. You step in, looking at your sleeping husband laying in the bed. He’s hooked up to various beeping machines, and it tugs at your heartstrings to see him so vulnerable.
“Hey, baby,” you whisper, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple. He stirs for a moment before falling back to sleep. “I’m here whenever you wake up, okay?”
“Mmm,” Eddie’s big brown eyes flutter open, and he manages a small smile. “Hi, my love,” he murmurs. Out of habit, he tries to sit up, and he winces with pain. “Shit. Well, that hurts like hell. Jesus H. Christ.”
You brush a lock of curly hair out of his eyes. “Don’t push yourself, Eds. I can help you sit up.” You bring your arms under his, supporting him as he props himself up. “Anything you need, I’m on it.”
He waggles his eyebrows suggestively. “Anything?”
“Edward Munson, are you seriously asking for a blowjob right now?” You roll your eyes.
He pouts. “Hand stuff?”
“Eddie.”
“Fine,” he laments, patting the spot next to him on the bed. Before he can continue, a cough rattles his whole body, and he grimaces.
You instinctively jump up. “Let me get you some water,” you say.
Eddie shakes his head. “Stay with me, baby. I’ll just ask one of the nurses.” He pushes a red button next to him. “Someone should be in in a few minutes.”
You nod and sit back down. “So,” you grin, “I heard you got beat up by a gust of wind.”
“Dammit, Wayne!” Eddie groans, but his smile matches yours. “I wanted to tell people that I was wrestling an alligator.”
“Ah, yes,” you giggle. “Very realistic, given Indiana’s burgeoning alligator population.”
Eddie pushes the button again with a bit more force this time. “Usually they come running,” he mutters. “Must be jealous that my hot wife is here.” He puckers his lips, and you kiss them until you feel him smile. “Shit, I didn’t even ask how your trip was. Did you do a lot of Important Person things? Show all those limp-dick CEOs what a badass you are?”
You swat at him playfully, careful of his wounds. “I didn’t realize how painfully boring work trips are when you can’t drink. But the munchkin made sure I fulfilled all of my food cravings.”
Eddie perks up at that, bringing his hand to the slight swell of your belly and talking to his unborn baby. “Yeah, bub? You took your mom on a culinary tour of San Francisco?” He looks up at you with a frown. “I think he’s ignoring me.”
“He’s just mad because you’re stealing all of the attention from him,” you tease, watching Eddie page the nurses for a third time. “Babe, let me just get you some water.”
“No, ish fine,” he slurs, pressing the red button again and again, or at least trying to—his hand keeps slipping. “Thas’ why they get paid the big bucks.”
You cock your brow. “Are you okay?”
“Never better, cutie patootie,” he giggles, reaching to poke your nose before giving up and booping the air. “Hey, you know what?”
“What?”
“No,” he whines, “‘m askin’ you.” He bursts into a fit of giggles, stopping abruptly when the pain sets in. “Gotta stop makin’ me laugh. You’re too funny, honey. My funny bunny honey.”
“I didn’t say anything…” you muse. Was Wayne sure that he hadn’t sustained any head injuries? Panic sets in as you imagine every possible horrible scenario. A nurse walks down the hallway, and you flag her down before she passes the room.
“I think there’s something wrong,” you blurt out. “He’s slurring his words, and he’s all confused—”
“Yeah, and I’ve been tryin’ to get a glass of water but no one’s comin’!” Eddie punctuates the last three words with more attempted button-pushing. “This service is terrible!”
The nurse massages the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger. “Mr. Munson,” she explains calmly, “the green button is our call button. You’ve been pressing the morphine button.” As though she can read your mind, she turns to you and says, “don’t worry; there’s a limit. He won’t overdose.”
Relief courses through your body for the second time today. “Thank you,” you tell her, catching your breath.
“Of course.” She smiles and looks back at your husband, who is currently staring into space. “Get some rest, Mr. Munson. You certainly need it.”
Eddie laughs hysterically as she leaves. “She was totally flirting with me,” he announces to no one in particular, a dopey grin plastered to his face. “Sorry you had to see that. ‘M just irr-sistable.”
“Sure are.” You pat his head gingerly. “Go sleep, Eds. I love you.”
“Whoa, let’s not rush into things, baby,” he says, already drifting off. You chuckle as you walk out the door.
“All good?” Wayne asks, holding out a bag of potato chips from the vending machine.
You take a chip and nod. “Yup. Oh, except that he mixed up the call and morphine buttons, so he’s higher than a kite.”
“This is the man you chose to be the father of your child?” Wayne teases, popping another chip in his mouth.
“Yeah, well, we just won’t have him teach the baby his colors.”
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Hello, hello! First I wanted to say that I absolutely adore your writing. So thank you for sharing it with us common folk! Second regarding your open asks if possible and whenever: Bare and/or copper for Osferth? Pretty please? :) but only if you feel like it! xx
After Dark
I decided to play around with some season five Osferth for this one and really like how it came out. I've started to realize I always make baby monk a lil closet freak lol
Pairing: Osferth x reader (first person)
Rating: E
Warnings: smut, a tiny bit of blood
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Word that Rumcofa was to have a new Lord spread like wildfire, making its way through the church gossips to the tavern drunks and every home in between.
When he finally arrived, I found Lord Uhtred to be a decent enough sort, though maybe too pretty for his own good. Eyes followed him everywhere, raking over the hair that gave him away as a fellow Dane, to his charming smile and down his lean body. The men he traveled with respected him, and he in turn treated them with great affection. The Irishman, Finan, was quickly entangled with Ingrith, and Sithric Kjartansson brought with him a wife from Wessex. That left Alfred and Edward's bastards for the women of Rumcofa to fight over, one barely out of boyhood and the other an utter contradiction, wearing the cross of his god and the armor of a warrior.
They went for the handsome contradiction in droves.
For months the group would take up residence in the tavern. They were polite enough, rowdy on occasion, and happy to drink like they'd just survived a drought. Osferth, the elder bastard boy, would send shy eyes across the room, darting away when I looked back at him. It was hard not to preen under his sweet attention, even when other women dragged him from his table and out into the dark.
He spoke softly, never really saying much at all, but when he did speak, I found myself listening, hoping to catch the sound of his voice as I wiped down tables and cleaned up the discarded cups.
After enough push and pull, eyes meeting over crowded rooms, Osferth reached out, his fingers wrapping around the bones of my wrist as I attempted to scoot by with hands full of cups.
Shock bled over his face, as if he couldn't believe he'd actually gone through with the action, as opposed to just imagining it. But he recovered quickly, smiling up at me. My own mouth curled up at the corners. "Yes, monk?" I asked with a raised brow. If his friends noticed, they said nothing, keeping their eyes averted.
"Lady, not to insinuate anything or assume," he cleared his throat, "but might I walk you home tonight?"
My other brow rose, the two pinching in confusion. "You want to…walk me home?"
He nodded.
I glanced around the room, at his friends, at the other women I knew would jump at the opportunity. But when I looked back he still had that earnest expression on his face. "You don't seem to hurt for company. Why are you asking me?"
"It is your company I've sought for months now, I've only just worked up the nerve to say so." His hand was warm on my forearm where his fingers grasped. My eyes darted between his hand and his reddening face. It became obvious that any experience the barely-not-a-boy had was recently gained. He released me and I was surprised to find I missed the heat of his skin against mine.
"I suppose you could walk me home." My eyes fell on his friends, loud in a good natured sense and nearing drunk, their laughter carrying through the room. "If your friends decide they're ready to wrap up, that is.
Osferth turned to the Irishman, his blue eyes pleading. "Finen, if I've come to mean anything to you, you and Sihtric will go home."
"What? Now?" Finen's gaze slid between his friend and myself, narrowing and then widening again in realization. He slapped the skinny Dane on the back. "Finish up, Sihtric. Our baby monk has plans of the carnal variety."
Osferth looked as if he prayed the ground would open and swallow him whole, his mouth opening and closing like a beached fish. I just rolled my eyes and set to the task of cleaning the now sticky tables.
Half an hour crawled by and when I made my way to the door, the room was empty. Disappointment settled heavy in my gut when I realized Osferth had left with his friends. But I supposed it was for the best. There wasn't much point in getting tangled up with him anyway, even if it promised to be a good time. I had learned through my time in Rumcofa that Danes and christians were like oil and water.
I stepped out into the drizzle, the moon obscured by heavy clouds, the torches that lit the way sputtering as raindrops hit the flames. Pulling the heavy door closed behind me, I jumped when a throat cleared in the dark.
"Hel take you," I snapped, my heart thundering, my hand coming to rest over my chest as if to keep it from bursting open.
Osferth looked at the ground, biting back a grin before he glanced back up at me. His hands were clasped behind his back and for a moment he looked younger than his years, a little unsure of where we went from here. I took no mercy on him, sidestepping him as I found the path that would lead me home. When he didn't move to follow me, I looked over my shoulder before jerking my chin forward. He smiled again and jogged to meet me, his steps falling in time with mine.
The earth was damp, wet seeping into the hem of my dress as we walked up the gently rolling hill toward my home. After being so insistent on my company, Osferth was quiet, his eyes darting between me and the road ahead, his face pensive.
“You are thinking so hard I can hear it,” I teased, nudging his shoulder with my own. My house loomed before us, our walk coming to an end.
“I was just wondering…,” he trailed off.
“Wondering what?”
“If it would be alright if I came inside.” Even in the dark, with just the pale light of the moon peeking out from behind the clouds, I could see the blush that stained his cheeks.
“Are you sure you would not rather spend your evening with Gudrun?” I asked, not entirely joking. I wasn’t interested in being forgotten as soon as the sun rose, like the rumors said Osferth had a tendency to do. But there was something about this monk, this fighter, that had pulled me in since I first laid eyes on him. “She lives just over there.” I pointed to a house on our right, candlelight flickering through the window. “Or Elfreda? Her husband is still gone to Mercia. She speaks of you fondly.”
“Fond is not necessarily the word I would use, Lady.” His eyes found mine as we stopped outside my door. "I have no idea how she speaks of me. In truth, we’ve had one conversation…about her goats."
Something small and warm lit up in my chest. “You have never…?”
“Not with Gudrun or Elfreda.”
“Well that’s something, I suppose,” I said, a fragile smile curling at the edges of my mouth. “You can come in, but I will hear nothing about my heathen ways, monk.”
He grinned and it went to my head, leaving my fingertips tingling with the desire to touch him, to make him grin again. “Osferth will do, Lady. And after spending so much time with Lord Uhtred, I would never think to say a word about your ‘heathen ways’.”
I smiled back and shouldered open the door, gesturing for him to enter first. It was strange to see Osferth in my space, which was really just a large room I'd done my best to make comfortable. It held a hearth with a pot for cooking, a bed in the corner piled with furs and blankets, and a small table in the center of the room for meals. I made quick work of a fire, the sound of logs crackling filling the silence. For a man who had a tendency to blend in most places, Osferth stood out stark in the doorway. His sharp blue eyes darted around the room, taking in each detail, snagging on Frejya’s rune carved into the doorframe.
“What is this?” He asked, running a long finger over the lines. I was mesmerized by the grace of his hand, large and scarred and still so gentle as he traced over the carving.
“Fehu,” I answered, stepping up behind him, nearly close enough to touch. “Freyja is the goddess of love, but also of death and battle. She instructs us to have strength, to know our own worth. It is a reminder for me.”
He turned and it was impossible not to lean into the heat of him. A shy smile pulled at his lips and suddenly all I could think of was kissing him. I wondered if he would be any good at it or if he was as well practiced as rumors would have me believe. He cleared his throat. "It's good to believe in oneself." He raised a hand, trailing his thumb over my cheek. "What else do you believe in, Lady?" His eyes were dark, like a storm over the sea, and for a moment I forgot how to speak.
"Odin tells us to always seek knowledge."
"And Odin is like God?" He asked, his gaze falling to my mouth.
I grinned. "Yes and no. He is king of the gods, for a time. We make sacrifices to him, but also Frig, to look after our fate, and Freyr to bless our harvests, and Thor for protection. And one day Ragnarok will come and the world will be washed away to start anew."
"Like the great flood," he murmured, stepping closer. "A man was told by God to build a boat, to gather his family and two of every animal and prepare for a long journey. Then he flooded the world to give them a fresh start."
My hands rose to his chest, fingers pressing into the leather armor he wore, embossed with the shape of a cross. "I wonder how lonely it would be to be the last two people on earth. It seems like quite a responsibility."
Osferth made a low noise in the back of his throat, as if he was considering me. He stepped forward, backing me up until my legs met the table. "Lady?"
My gaze danced between his eyes and his lips, parted softly around a breath. "Yes?"
"I would like to kiss you now."
A heat rose up in me, from my fingertips and toes, melting inward, and I thought for a moment I might be glowing with it. "I think you should."
"Oh, thank Christ," he muttered, his large hands coming to cup my jaw, his lips crushing against mine. He wasn't as gentle as I had anticipated, as if he knew I wasn't gentle either and hoped to meet me in the middle.
His hands abandoned my face to grasp at my waist and heave me up onto the table before he stepped between my knees. He tasted sweeter than I imagined as I curled my hands in the blond hair at the nape of his neck, holding him to me. Wrapping me in his arms, wiry and lean, he stepped closer, pressing me back and holding me to him. If he let go I would fall.
I prayed he wouldn’t let go.
Osferth took my bottom lip between his teeth, biting down, his fingers digging into the meat of my waist and pulling himself forward into the cradle of my pelvis. I could feel him beneath the thick fabric of his robes, straining toward me. Without thought, I reached between us and cupped him, flexing my fingers around the outline of his cock, stroking and getting a feel for him. He moaned, breaking the kiss, resting his forehead against mine.
“Lady.” His voice was rough in his mouth, his breath warm against my face. “Keep doing that and I won’t be able to help myself from laying you over this table.”
I nuzzled at the cut of his jawline. “Lay me down then, monk.”
His eyes were dark when he pulled back, his lips pulled into a thin line as he regarded me. He nodded, more to himself than to me, before tugging at the laces at the back of my dress. I gasped at his hidden strength, lurching forward and catching myself against his chest. He pulled the laces loose and let the sleeves fall slack, leaning down to press a soft kiss against the skin of my shoulder. I attempted to make quick work of the clasps that held his armor on, rejoicing in the thud as it hit the floor. He tore the robe he wore over his head, dropping it beside the breast plate before helping me to wriggle out of my dress. When I was bare before him, he loomed over me, and my mouth watered at the fine cut of his body. He was tall and lean, all sharp angles and hard planes, and I ached to touch every inch of him.
Osferth tugged me to the edge of the table before falling to his knees. His eyes met mine for a split second before he leaned forward and licked a stripe up the center of me. The flat pass of his tongue left me reeling and I was torn between the desire to drop back and enjoy the sensation and the need to watch him, to memorize the way he looked as he tasted me.
Rough hands spread my thighs farther apart before reaching higher, holding the very center of me open, leaving me vulnerable. Osferth groaned at the sight, a small pained sound, before leaning forward and devouring me. He was messy, spreading the slick that had gathered, moaning when his nose dragged over that tight bundle of nerves and my back bowed off the table. He slid two fingers in easily, and I dropped my head back, my hands finding his hair and tangling in the sandy strands.
"More," I gasped, biting the word out from between clenched teeth. I felt him smile against me, a slow wicked curve of his mouth, as he pressed a third finger inside and stretched me open. His lips latched on to that spot that had me crying out and it took nothing else for me to find my release, my hips bucking against his face for more even as the feeling became too much, too sharp. I twitchted and shuddered as sparks danced over my skin and still he licked and sucked at me.
My stomach tumbled over itself when Osferth rose to stand over me, my slick glistening on his chin, the light from the fire painting him beautifully.
"I think I'd like to take you to bed now, Lady," he said and held out a hand. I accepted and let him pull me to standing, his hands capturing my face as soon as my feet were steady on the floor, his mouth catching mine in a feverish kiss that I could taste myself on. "You taste divine," he murmured against my lips.
I walked backward toward the bed, pulling him with me before turning and pushing him gently back against the furs. He dropped, resting his weight on his elbows. "I think I'd like to return the favor," I mused, my eyes unable to settle, too distracted by each ripple of lean muscle as he unlaced his trousers, lifting his ass to slide them down his thighs. Light hair was dusted over his legs, shining in the glow from the hearth. He was more lovely than any of the paintings the little church in town boasted as he watched me with hooded eyes. The mattress dipped beneath my added weight as I settled between his knees, taking his cock in hand and stroking. Osferth groaned when I tightened my grip.
I took him between my lips and he moaned, his hands finding the back of my head. Our eyes met and he licked his lips, sucking in a sharp breath as I took as much of his length as I could. He tasted like salt and skin, tangy against my tongue as I twisted it around the tip of him. His hips bucked and he slid down my throat. I couldn't stop the gag the motion triggered and he groaned again at the feeling. I let him hold my head still, sliding in and out of my mouth at a languishing pace, as if he were using my body to tease himself, to take himself to that edge only to pull back at the last moment.
"God above, Lady," he grunted, trying to pull back. He caught me under the arms and dragged me up his body, his hands finding the soft flesh of my hips and belly as he kissed me deep and slow. It was an easy kiss to melt into. Osferth laid me back against the furs and settled between my thighs, the hard ridge of his cock sliding through my slit. I angled my hips upward, hoping to catch him, to pull him inside. He pushed forward just an inch, the very tip of him barely breaching me. I thought I would scream. I thought I would break apart and scatter to the winds if he didn't fill me, if he didn't move.
"Don't be cruel," I whined. Reaching up, I grabbed the cross that he wore around his neck, using the cord to pull him closer.
His hand came down on my hip as I tried to shift, to take him deeper. "Hush, Lady," he murmured. "We have all the time in the world." He pulled back, only to tease me again with the barest hitch forward.
"Osferth, please. Please, I'll do whatever you want just - gods, please, fuck me."
I didn't know if it was the whimper of his name or the begging, but without warning, he buried himself in me and I thought I would break open around him. "Christ, you're so tight," he moaned, his breath coming in pants against my temple. "Feels like I'll split you in half."
His words woke something within me, something dark and hungry. "Do it," I whispered. "Break me. Do whatever you want."
Osferth growled, the sound like some great beast, as he bent his body around mine and began to fuck me in earnest. His teeth found my shoulder and he bit down, pain blooming hot and sudden as I felt the skin split beneath his teeth. He rutted into me and I was sure I would feel him for days, sore and aching and needy for more of him.
"Lady." The word was so close to a whimper that I couldn't help the moan it pulled from my chest, the way my nails raked over the freckled skin of his back. He kissed the wound left behind by his teeth before dragging his lips over my collarbone, one large hand clutching at my breast, bringing it to his mouth to pull my nipple between parted lips. This time he bit down more gently, just a scrape of teeth against sensitive flesh.
I was close, too close to warn him, to say anything. My back arched as I clenched around him, attempting to pull him deeper, to lock him within my body and never let him part from me. "Osferth," I panted, color bursting behind my eyelids. "Osferth."
"Christ, Lady, you'll be the end of me." His hips had lost their rhythm, grinding now, searching out his own release. "I want to fill you up, to feel myself spill in you."
The idea was delicious. I twisted my legs around his slim hips, unwilling to let him go. "Yes," I whispered, meeting his darkened gaze, his mouth falling open as his brows bunched in pleasure. I would make a tea in the morning to ensure there were no consequences, but I needed this, needed him. He kissed me, his tongue tangling around mine as he came, throbbing inside me as I clutched at him. "My Lady," he whispered against my mouth and I swallowed the words to keep forever inside me.
For a moment, we just laid there, our eyes meeting, darting away, and meeting again. Osferth dragged himself from the hold of my thighs and walked to the table, grabbing the clay pitcher I'd filled with water earlier in the day. He made his way back to the bed, dribbling some water over a cloth I tossed him and gently cleaning up the mess he'd made of me. After he set the pitcher back down and dropped the ruined rag beside it, he climbed back into bed beside me, dropping a kiss against my shoulder.
"I'm sorry for this." His voice was quiet as he traced a gentle fingertip over the wound in the shape of his mouth. "It's unlike me."
"I am happy to have a reminder of what we did tonight."
His blue eyes were soft, unsure, as they met mine. He swallowed, his hand coming to cradle the curve of my jaw. "Forgive me if I'm speaking out of turn, Lady, but I don't want just tonight with you."
"Forgive you?" My heart thundered in my chest, so loud I was sure he could hear it. "The whores of Rumcofa will mourn for weeks if I choose to keep you," I teased, grinning up at him.
"I think my involvement with the 'whore's of Rumcofa' has been greatly overstated," he pouted, rolling his eyes.
"Is that so?"
Osferth nodded, leaning forward to press his lips to mine. "It is."
I sighed. "I suppose you can stay then." He smiled against my mouth and something warm took root in my belly at the feeling.
He rolled on top of me fully, peppering kisses to my cheeks and neck and chest, settling his weight between my thighs as I laughed. "On my honor, Lady, you won't regret it."
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Love Song for a Vampire Pt. 34
Pairing(s):Edward Cullen x Wolf!Reader, Jacob Black x Witch!OC
Warnings: none
Words: 2300
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You can hear the obvious deep words shared between Sam and the elders. Even as the others light-heartedly joked around with Dieufel and Nadege (who had turned back into her human shape), you were too concerned with what was going on on the porch. You try your best to train your ears on anything you could catch. Evita had slowly strolled in at some point but she'd noticed your face screwed up in concentration. She closes her eyes and attempts to listen as well.
"They're worried you guys are going to attract more vampires. Or. . . something worse." You murmur so you didn't disturb the others. Even Paul and Jared were distracted by Nadege conjuring large bubbles that float all the way up to the ceiling before popping. It made the younger wolves laugh; thoroughly entertained.
Evita's round face is calm. "They're right to be worried. That's the thing about magic. It attracts other beings, good and bad. Especially their family's magic. The wards will help but until we get all of them into position there will be vulnerable gaps." Her warm hand is soothing against your shoulder when she regards your agitated expression. "Don't be discouraged.
"This all seems like way too much for me." You quietly admit. "Too much for the others as well. Sam and Dieufel are nearly the same age. We're all so young." War. Jesus, that was what everyone was facing. Your pack had been lucky in the fight with Victoria and her newborns, but against all of the vampires of the Volturi? Not even the help of the Denali coven could make much of a difference.
You catch Eryld Ren's disgruntled voice bleed from the front of the house, as did the others in the kitchen you stall their conversation. The eyes of your packmates look to one another with concern as they strain their human ears to listen in on the conversation. Dieufel and Nadege, while trying to not look like they were eavesdropping, pick at spots on their attire here and there. This was technically a pack matter and you knew if the elders were aware of the witches listening in that they would be none too happy.
"Just because you're alpha doesn't make you free to do as you please!" The older voice bellowed out. You can hear tones coming quietly from the other elders but they're zipped shut by Eryld who is on the war path. "This is something that should have been discussed with us! You've brought these strangers and their magic into our land. Do you even know what you're doing? I swear young people these days don't think!"
Sam's voice in comparison to Eryld's is in a low, calm manner where no one in the kitchen was able to hear what he was saying. He knew how to best handle the elders and their old fashioned ways. And while he may have not been an actual elder on the tribe committee, he did have quite the sway. Especially if it was in regards to the safety of Forks and La Push. He was the one who led us. He still had a say in supernatural matters, things that the elders couldn't really understand for not even they had the honor of calling themselves wolf warriors even in their prime. They'd never felt the exhilaration of shredding out of your soft and vulnerable human flesh to a body that was made of muscle and strength. They had met no other vampires besides the golden eyed Cullens who were a far cry from the vampire norm. Never had the elders had to pray for their life while evading a bite from a red eyed newborn. How could they understand the quick thinking necessary in a situation like that? To you, it was the elders that had no right in barging in on pack business. The witches included that. Sam deeming them trustworthy should have been enough.
A wordless exchange occurs between Evita and Dieufel, her bright eyes in contrast to the dark depths of his. Dieufel takes a breath and passes by the two of you to go out into the living room and address the loud voices of the elders. The rest of you peek out your heads and watch with bated breath as confident Dieufel saunters across the small living room. Sam feels his presence and turns halfway. Both of them stood near the same height and most likely were around the same age. There's a wash of relief at Dieufel's intervening figure. He's grateful to have backup that Jared nor Paul could offer against the elders. An outsider.
"Hello gentlemen." Dieufel eloquently introduces himself with a small bow that has the older men's eyes rounding in surprise. He must look the sight to them as he did dress in exotically bright colors. He adds in a softer exhale "Thank you for having me on your lands. You're apprehensive of the threat we may bring in. My cousin and I have traveled far to help you though. We mean no harm whether intentional or otherwise. If we bring anything that's not of goodness, then we promise to deal with it ourselves. We understand the threat everyone faces in the local town. In honor of our Letizia, we want to help."
"He can charm a snake out of it's den, that one." Nadege quietly snickers against Evita's shoulder.
The rest of the conversation was continued with hushed voices so that everyone in the kitchen was huddled tightly around the door. Seth, Colin and Brady shove to make room for themselves since their hearing wasn't as good as the older members. Paul shushes them when they bicker amongst one another in the process. That quiets them down although you still catch a few hisses of 'move' or 'stop leaning on me'.
With tempers calmed in the front, nothing more could be heard from the men and eventually everyone's back grows sore from stretching out of the kitchen as far as they could without being detected. You stand up and stretch as does Embry and Paul.
"Well, sounds like these have been handled." muses Paul and returns to raiding the fridge for a small snack.
Evita happily nods. "Dieufel has always been the peace keeper."
Nadege leaps back onto the kitchen counter, her long legs stretched in front of her and kick gently. "Oh yes. He's the oldest among all of our cousins and always the one in charge of watching us. With eight squabbling cousins, he learned quickly how to make us calm."
"Is it your entire family that can shape shift?" Brady asks with stars in his eyes, not just for the prospect but also because of Nadege's charm. He's leaning against the small kitchen table that's pressed up to the window.
She nods, her lovely braids moving as she did so. "Yes. Our whole family has been able to turn into birds for as long as any of our relatives could remember. As long as we keep up with our practice, we can keep our bird forms. Once we get older though we can't shape shift. Our anman manman still misses her wings." Her voice grew quiet at that like she's remembering her grandmother who could no longer take to the sky as she'd done in her youth.
Their shape shifting power was much different from the wolves. As long as you kept transforming, it stalled the aging process and one could live much longer than an ordinary human. Sam had told you that when you voiced your worries about Edward. While imprinting tied your souls together, you were still moderately human. Edward could live for centuries but many wolves chose to stop shape shifting in order to age with their human partners. To soothe your worries of you growing old and dying before Edward, he'd told you that as long as you transformed, your aging would be delayed.
"Anman manman doesn't mind too much." Came Dieufel's voice from the entrance of the kitchen with Sam. Everyone had missed the sound of the front door closing and the start of car engines coming to life. "She's traveled more of the world than we have."
Paul straightens up. "Well what was the verdict?"
The light mood that had encapsulated those present suddenly dried up.
Sam sighs and props his large body up against the doorframe as Dieufel joins his cousin on the countertop. "Definitely not happy from being kept in the dark but whether they like it or not, the witches can stay. They want them gone though as soon as the wards are up."
You frown and counter with "But what if something happens to one of the wards? And what if we don't know if they're working yet?" You'd definitely felt a lot safer with Evita there. There was something about her magic that soothed your anxiety and any other negative feelings that ate away at you.
Sensing your distress, Evita puts a hand on your shoulder to comfort your so that Sam can reply. "I'll talk to Billy. He can put more sense into those guys than even I can. For now, we all need to get to work and help them however we can."
"Well, lets not waste precious daylight." Nadege hops off with ease. "Lets get started!"
Yes, no more talking. There was much work to be done for the three witches as they began to pilfer the cabinets for useable tools or ingredients. Evita said many household spices and such could be used and whatever she had left from her recent trip to Port Angeles. More river stones would need to be collected but Brady and Colin were more than happy to escort Nadege out to the forest along with the watchful eyes of Paul who knew that they'd probably be more underfoot than of help due to their puppy love with her. The rest of us were left to Sam's house as we rearranged the furniture in the living room once more like it was a couple of days ago. Those who hadn't been present during Sam's spat with the elders were most likely on patrol. It was just you, Sam, Evita, Embry and Dieufel who prepped the living room.
The knock at the door came as a surprise to everyone since you were so engaged with the task at hand. Sam, being the host, stands tall from where he'd been helping Dieufel move the couch flush against the neighboring wall. His long strides got him to the door in seconds. He opened it to find a nervous Bella Swan already chewing at her bottom lip. At the sight of Sam, she lets go of her lip and attempts to stand straighter in his presence.
"Hey Sam." her voice is quiet but you can tell she's trying her best to be brave in front of your intimidating alpha who towered over her with ease.
"Ah, the witch in training." Sam teases causing Bella's brows to arch in confusion to his words.
Quickly you and Evita shove Sam unceremoniously out of the way. "Bella! It's good to see you." You hastily greet her since Sam didn't. Excitedly you push Evita forward. "Evita, Bella. Bella, Evita."
You'd never seen the expression of pure awe on Bella's face before. Not like that. Her usually pale face had a glow to it when she looked upon Evita. Even knowing that Evita was Jacob's imprintee did not dampen the introduction. "I-It's nice to meet you." She holds out her hand for a shake which Evita eagerly grabs.
"Igualmente.. I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to say hello the first time you saw me."
Bella shakes her head. "No it's alright. You literally had your hands full." Her blush is dark and noticeable on her cheeks as she's trying her best not to stutter in front of her. "What you were doing. . . I can't stop thinking about it."
With her hand still holding Bella's, Evita brings her inside and sits her down on the newly moved couch. Bella's eyes catch Dieufel who watches with interest along with Sam. Evita follows her eyeline and says something to Dieufel in her native tongue. In response, Dieufel rolls his eyes and nudges Sam with his arm. "She wants us to leave. Says we're making the girl uncomfortable."
Bella's ears go red. "No, I-"
Sam just chuckles and shakes his head. "It's okay." He addresses the other male in the room. "Lets go see how the others are doing. I can show you through the forest if it will help you."
They go out through the kitchen's back door leaving the three of you alone. It was better like this. Too many people might have Bella even more nervous.
Evita doesn't waste time as we have little to spare. She goes to tell Bella what she had told yourself and Sam about her potential to wield magic. She explains what she had sensed during her crafting of the first ward, how she'd felt Bella the moment she entered the room. Even Bella breathlessly told Evita of what she had felt watching the witch in that moment. It had been an eye opening experience for Bella. One she couldn't push from her mind. She wanted to feel that way again. You'd give Bella credit to how easily she accepted this news.
"Now it won't be easy." Evita confesses, gauging Bella's face. "Since you did not grow up learning and using it. But if you work hard enough, you'll be able to at least meet a beginner's tier. Enough to learn how to make a ward."
Bella turns to you, confidence shining on her face. Confidence suited her. "I can do it."
You and Evita smile. And so Bella's training began.
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Tokyo Machine
Karaoke is the newest 80's rage from overseas, and the Wheeler's got themselves one of those machines. Time to get drunk and accidentally(?) confess your undying love for Edward Munson.
Eddie Munson x gn!reader
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Pure fluff, I promise you'll get a toothache
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After the past weeks' events, Hawkins's people seemed to be more relaxed than ever. It was strange, really. A lot of people had died, gone missing. People were traumatised, yet the public seemed serene. The chaos had reminded them of how little time there was, and the time there was, had to be enjoyed.
The world was burning, so might as well enjoy it while it lasts.
Eddie's recovery had gone by faster than expected. The bats had left some gnarly-looking scars scattered over his body, but they made him look even more badass. Even sexier.
Your feelings for Eddie were a recent development, as far as you were aware. You supposed they'd always been present, lingering in the back of your mind. But him nearly dying was what'd ignited the spark that made you realise you viewed him differently from your other friends.
So you were here, living in the present. There might not be a tomorrow.
Robin's fingers waved in front of your face, and you snapped out of your Eddie-induced trance. Once the realisation had been made, you found yourself staring. At first, the looks had been fleeting, but they'd turned into full-blown stares as time passed. Robin laughed at your panicked expression. You shoved her with a glare.
"Man, you've got it bad." She laughed as she reached for a beer.
The elder teens had gathered for a night of relaxation and fun. The Wheeler's recently bought a Karaoke Machine, imported straight from Tokyo, Japan. Karaoke seemed to be the newest rage across the US. It was about time you all had a go.
When Steve finally got the machine up and running, he took the first turn. If anybody had told you 3 years ago, you'd be in Nancy Wheeler's basement, watching Steve Harrington sing 1985's Take On Me by a-ha, along with Robin Buckley and Eddie Munson, you'd laugh in their face.
You were laughing now too, but for a whole different reason. Steve's drunken face, as he tried to hit the high notes, was indescribable.
"Maybe squeeze your balls a little, Harrington. That'll help you hit those notes!" Eddie piped up. Nancy cackled as Steve flipped him the bird.
Steve sank to his knees at the end of the song like a true rockstar. You all hollered and cheered for the phenomenal performance.
"Your turn, Wheeler." Was all he said before he handed Nancy the mic and plopped back down on the couch.
Nancy's pick of the night was 'Live To Tell', Madonna's newest hit. The ballad suited her well. You smiled as you took another gulp. Nancy got lost in the song, and it was obvious she'd practised this routine with her hairbrush at least a dozen times.
As the song continued, you noticed how intoxicated you felt. Everything was fuzzy. You were happy. You were surrounded by your friends. Your friends who survived with you. Eddie was here. Eddie was laughing.
'Oh, c'mon, Wheeler. Boring. No more ballads tonight, people! Now give me that mic.' Eddie shot out of the armchair and snatched the microphone from Nancy as soon as she'd finished.
You glanced over Eddie's shoulder to try and see which song he would pick but to no avail. When the intro started, however, all jaws dropped. You all expected him to pick some metal song to scream his lungs out to and wake the neighbours.
He did not just pick Kiss by Prince.
But sure enough.
You don't have to be beautiful
To turn me on
I just need your body, baby
From dusk 'til dawn
You don't need experience
To turn me out
You just leave it all up to me
I'm gonna show you what it's all about
You didn't know his voice could even go that high. You laughed in disbelief as he continued singing the song, entirely unbothered by the giggles of his friends.
I want to be your fantasy
Maybe you could be mine
You just leave it all up to me
We could have a good time, uh
His eyes caught yours, a big grin on his face. While Nancy's performance had looked practised, this definitely wasn't the first time Eddie had sung this song.
You were a goner. This man was it for you. You could see it now. Long road trips, just the two of you. You and Eddie. Riding in his van, singing all your favourite songs with the windows all the way down. The wind in your hair. Eddie grinning as you got lost in the song. You and him against the world.
Ain't no particular sign
I'm more compatible with
I just want your extra time and your
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Kiss
Eddie blew you all a kiss as he sat back down. Jaws had yet to be picked up from the floor. "Didn't know you had it in you, Eddie." Nancy laughed.
Your smile was quickly wiped from your face as Robin pushed you towards the machine. You sighed as you made up your mind. Maybe it was the alcohol talking, but you picked a new song. You'd wanted to sing a Cindy Lauper song, but the new choice seemed more appropriate.
"I'm gonna be singing a bit of an older song if you don't mind." You spoke with your back to the group, trying to find the song you'd set your mind on.
As the intro started, Eddie's eyes bulged out of his head. The melody was an all too familiar one. His mom used to sing it to him all the time. Robin was the only other one to immediately recognise the song, a look of disbelief, almost pride, spreading across her face.
Eddie my love, I love you so
How I've waited for you you'll never know
Please, Eddie, don't make me wait too long
Steve was about to burst out laughing, watching Eddie's lovesick gaze. Nancy quickly slapped her hand over his mouth to not ruin the moment.
You didn't know if you'd perhaps misread the situation, but your inhibitions weren't the same as they were when you were sober. You continued singing with your eyes closed. You poured your heart into the song as the rest sat and listened.
Eddie Eddie, I love you so
Eddie, please write me one line
Tell me your love is still only mine
Please Eddie don't make me wait too long
You couldn't help but smile as you sang. You'd hummed the tune to yourself a couple of times but never dared to dream this would be how you'd confess your feelings.
The song quickly came to an end, only lasting about 2 minutes.
As you were about to sing the last lines, you felt arms wrap around you and a head rest on your shoulder. Eddie swayed you as he laughed. When you didn't sing the next line due to shock and butterflies, he nudged you to continue singing.
Eddie my love
I love you so
You couldn't contain your laughter as Eddie spun you around in his arms, rapidly planting kisses all over your face. Lastly, he placed one long, lingering kiss on your lips, his hands leaving your waist to gently place them on your cheeks.
"About damn time," Steve uttered as he swung his arm over Nancy's shoulder, pulling her close.
Yeah, the world might be ending, but you were right where you needed to be. Surrounded by your friends, with Eddie by your side.
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ok ok
twilight family x hybrid youngest brother like reneseme
say bella never got preggo and the boys seen a lot of shit go down, abusive and traumatized past (make it angsty)
he joins after bella, say Alice and jasper find him, take him in and the boys been on the run because hes half yk yk
eventually they get attacked suddenly but the boy uses his own abilities that hes never told anyone abt (like dr. strange magic)
ends up killing them, shocks the cullens
but ofc then the battle comes along, he meets with the wolves and I just need. a fic. where. seth. imprints on a male younger reader. BC OMGICANNOTFINDANY.
anyways that happens and the boy understands
cute gay couple
and if u want to add in the battle go ahead but I just headcanon it as they win they go home the end-
So I realized halfway through that you ment on the run from the Voltouri. And I was tempted to start over but I wanted to finish this version. If you still want a kid on the run from the Voltouri then feel free to send another one in just with different powers and a different character.
Seth didn’t expect to imprint on a vampire. Least of all you. You were four years old but looked eight. Seth flinched at Edward’s curious look,Alice was grinning like a madwoman, Rose’s eye was twitching, Emmett had the biggest shit eating grin in the history of shit eating grins, Bella was confused as all hell, Carlisle was trying to restore order to the gathering of wolves and vampires, Esme was sending motherly smiles to Seth and you. And Jasper was close to a mental breakdown from all the conflicting emotions coming from the group assembled.
Paul and Jared were rolling over, laughing which was a strange sight to see two giant wolves laughing and rolling on the ground. Sam, God bless the poor guy, was trying to restore order with Carlisle while trying to keep the headache away, but given the fact he’d be the one to tell the elders and consul members he wasn’t having much luck. Quill was doing victory laps as he wasn’t the only one to imprint on a kid anymore. Jacob was Glaring back at Rosalie to protect his brother and by God Jake wouldn't let anyone hurt his little brother, blood or not. Leah was plotting how to kill you and every way you could imagine. Embry was glaring and growling at Leah. Who would want to kill a child because their little brother imprinted on said child? Even if that child was a half vampire.
But, we need to back up. We need to examine just how you joined the Cullen family. It’s a sad tale. Your father was a kind vampire. He only fed on willing humans. He was almost as notable as Carlisle but your father stayed off the Volturi’s radar. He was smart, he didn’t want any unwanted attention. Your mother was the exact opposite. She was loud, outgoing and hard to ignore. She was also a woman who appreciated a good drink. This is how your parents met.
Your mother was spending yet another of her nights at her favorite bar when your father walked in. Your father was not a man to sleep around as he was from the eighteenth century but your mother had the arua about her, it also didn’t help that she was wearing a very form fitting dress that showed her curves off and she wasn’t shy about showing her legs either. Given the time your father was raised everything about the way your mother presented himself should have had him running for the hills. Key word: Should’ve. But there was this pull that kept drawing your father to this woman. Soon your father was sitting next to the woman in the revealing dress and soon they got to talking and soon they found themselves in your fathers apartment and soon, well, You don’t need to know what happened after that. Oh don’t worry! You’ll find out once you're old enough for the Birds and the bees talk.
The next morning saw your mother leave your father in his bed without so much as a ‘thank you’. Your mother found out she was pregnant with you about a month after that. She tried to have an abortion but your father showed up to stop her. It’s not that he didn’t believe that abortion was wrong but this was probally his only chance to have a child and it was the thing he wanted most in the world. Your mother agreed on the condition that afterwards she was to have nothing to do with your upbringing. She was a woman who wanted to enjoy her twenties but a child would hinder that. Nine months later saw you coming into the world and your after could not be happier. It was a dream of his to have a child. Your father wanted to be exactly that since before cars were a thing. The moment you were in your fathers arms he swore to protect you till his head was knocked off his shoulders and he was nothing but ashes. Unfortunately that fate met your father sooner than anyone would have preferred.
It was shortly before your second birthday but you already looked like you were three. Your father knew what to expect when it came to your growth and development. It saddened him that you would grow up fast but he knew there was nothing to be done. It was one Hell of a stormy night when there was a knock on the door. You were already asleep so you didn’t get to meet the group of three vampires that visited, James, Victoria and Laurent. You didn’t hear the fight between your father and the other vampires. You knew what a vampire was and you knew you were a half vampire. You didn’t hear the breaking of your father’s neck nor did you smell the burning of his body outside the house. You wouldn’t find out the truth for a year or two.
What you did know was the lady with the red hair said she and the rest of her coven would take care of you after they couldn’t save your father. You didn’t know their true intentions, you didn’t know that Victoria just wanted wanted a slave, you didn’t know that James would give his mate whatever she so disiured, and you sure as hell didn’t know that Laurent was an unwilling partner. In the two years since your kidnapping/enslavement you were beaten every witch way. You were forced to drink from humans and you hated it. It was just before James and the others went to Washington state when you discovered your magic. You weren’t there when James and the others encountered the Cullens. Your abuse got worse when Victoria came back. You had massive scars by the time Victoria sent you and Laurent to kill Bella, though you didn’t know that was the mission. You simply thought that you and Laurent were stopping by forks for a quick hunt on the way to Alaska to join Laurent's new coven.
When it became clear why you were brought along you were disappointed. But Laurent kept a firm grip on your shoulder and led you to the poor girl. You knew that Victoria wanted to get revenge for James’ death but you didn’t think she’d go after the girl who James tried to kill. Most vampires would go for the one that killed their mate. You were brought along to kill Bella from a distance should the girl put up a fight you weren’t going to do that. You weren’t going to kill a girl who was an innocent bystander. Laurent had Bella pinned down and you were about to intervene when howls reached your ears and you forze. Your father had told you stories about the shifters and you, while scared of them, you knew they would smell your human side but would be wary of you because you're a hybrid.
You watched with morbid fascination as the wolves tore Laurent to pieces. You were the one to light Laurent on fire with your magic. You heard his cries for you to help and you worried that if Laurent was given time to heal he’d come after you and you might be able to do magic but you knew you wouldn’t be able to defend yourself from a fully grown, full blooded vampire. But, in killing Laurent you brought attention to yourself from the giant wolves. You took a step back. You were terrified, you knew that your short life would end and the sad thing was, you weren't necessarily saddened by the prospect of your death. You stood still as a large, black wolf stepped closer to you. He got closer and closer till you could feel the breath from the wolf’s snout. You closed your eyes and braced for the teeth. But they never came. But, what did come was a wet wolf nose and tongue licking your cheek. You giggled at the touch and you opened your eyes slowly and you saw all the wolves looking at you with looks of love and understanding.
The wolves stayed for a few minutes until the black one nudged you over to Bella. The wolves gave her a look that said ‘we’ll look for a vampire caregiver for him but until we do please look after him’ Bella looked offended but before she could argue the pack was gone. The girl glared at you as you stared at the ground. You weren’t aware of what Bella told Charlie but the man was a lot like your father and he took care of you while Bella was with Jacob. Speaking of the alpha, he thought of you as a little brother and sometimes he’d insist Bella bring you over when the two would hang out. In fact you were with Jacob when Bella was forced off the cliff. When you all arrived back at Bella’s house.
When Alice saw you her motherly instincts kicked in. She adored you even though she couldn’t see your future. But, that was due to your magic. For some reason you went to Italy with Bella and Alice to save edward. Alice only realized half way through the flight that You could be mistaken for an immortal child and that could lead to major trouble. But, Alice figured that if it was explained that you were a hybrid then any future hybrids wouldn’t be harmed. You liked Alice’s driving. It reminded you of your father. Edward heard your thoughts and knew you were the proper child for Alice and Jasper. You stayed close to Alice. You don’t why but you felt safe with her. You were aware of the glares from the Voltouri guards. As you were brought before the kings you wanted disappear.
The one named Aro was the nicest to you. He waited to see your memories to give judgment. “Amazing, Mother magic has blessed a hybrid. This child is no threat and shall be allowed to live and shall be placed in the care of Alice and her husband.” And that was that and the four of you headed home which was when Alice got Edward to promise her a porsche. You giggled at the thought of being in the fast car again.
Jasper was surprised to meet you but he immediately took the role of your father. Carlisle and Esme took to you like a duck to water and dubbed you as their grandchild. You, of course, loved the idea of grandparents. Rosalie was just as motherly to you as Alice although Rose taught you about cars as opposed to fashion. Emmett was your second dad, especially when Jasper had to be away due to emotional overload and blood lust. Emmett was a teddy bear and never had an issue with cuddling you. He also loved teaching you about sports and you loved it when he called you ‘champ’. Edward was the one to teach you about music. He also kept Bella away from you as he knew what happened from your memories.
When you figured out Victoria was coming after both you and Bella you were more afraid than you’ve ever been in your short four year life. You were brought to the training session just because you were the other one Victoria was after. You were the only one allowed to cross the border and each of the wolves gave you an affectionate lick on your cheek. Then you locked eyes with a wolf with brown fur on top and white on his belly. You knew the pack had expanded in the months you had been with the Cullens. But, the second your eyes met you felt a pull, the pull that was the kind that mates experienced. You didn’t know it but Seth was explaining the same but with imprinting. So while the chaos was happening around the two of you Seth approached you slowly with only Edward, Bella, Carlisle and Sam notice. You looked at the wolf with apprehension. You were friends with the wolfpack but you haven't met Seth, Leah or Quill. So, as far as you knew Seth could be the one wolf who would hurt you. But as soon he was close enough Seth nuzzled his giant wolf body into your side and for some reason you petted the fur and the more you did the more you felt at ease. But, you felt the chaos and arguing around you and felt angry when you heard one particular sentence from Rose.
“You know what? It doesn't even matter. Y/N cant even be alone in the forest anymore. They’ll be mates in name only. We just won’t let Y/N be anywhere the mutt.” You turned your head to the blonde vampire with a glare that shocked everyone in the clearing. You were not a very angry child. You were quiet and reserved and made sure to not anger anyone as to keep yourself from being abused but now? No one would keep you from seth. Vampire or Wolf.
“You will NOT keep me from my mate. And if you try then I’ll leave with the wolves right now and never return to forks.” You saw Alice and Jasper as well as Emmett glare at Rose. they’d finally got their wish to be parentes any god help anyone who tried to get in the way of that. “Sam feels the same. No one will keep the two apart and if anyone tries they will have to deal with the elders.” Edward translated for Sam and Leah backed down a bit but she was still pissed. After the initial argument it was decided that the Cullens would be allowed onto the Reservation with a guard of at least four wolves at all times. You were happy that you could see Seth whenever you wanted.
The days until the attack passed by with a lot happening. You and Seth got to know each other. Seth adored you and made sure you had ANYTHING you needed. Animal blood? You got it. The best muffins or cookies ever? You had an open invitation to Emily and Sam’s house. Over the few weeks till the attack of the newborn army it was decided that Edward, Bella, Jacob, Seth and you would head up into the mountains to try and hide and with two wolves your and Bella’s scents would be hidden.
You always Loved the snow. And to be in a tent with just you and Seth was special. It was late at night as you leaned into Seth’s warm chest. You were trying to stay awake but failing horribly.
‘Why not let yourself sleep, bud?” Seth asked as he tried to keep the amusement from his voice. “Cuz, If they attack overnight, I wanna help.” You couldn’t see the smile on Seth’s face but just know it was huge. “Bud, if we're attacked I’ll wake you up. I promise.” Somehow this convinced you and it wasn’t long till you fell asleep. Seth held you tight the entire night.
The next day Everyone was on edge as they waited for the battle to end. The tension between Jacob, Edward and Bella was thick enough to cut it with a knife. You and Seth just wanted this to end. Seth visablay flinched when the battle began. you leaned into his fur knowing any touch from you would calm him. And you would always make seth Feel better.
It wasn’t long until Riley and Victoria showed up. It all happened so fast that you didn’t realize what had happened until Victoria had you pinned down. You were scared to die this time because you’d be leaving Seth. And that thought gave you a sense of angger that you never had before.
“I should’ve killed you with your no good father.” The redheaded snarled which angered you even more. You pointed your hand at Victoria’s ribs and your eyes glowed gold as you felt the magic pulsed to your hands. This gave you a confidence that you never had and you smirked huge. “Yeah, you probably should have. Now it’s gonna be the death of you.” The shock on Victoria’s face was the greatest reward ever. You see Edward brace himself behind you two and you used your magic to blast Victoria off of you as Seth ran over to you placing himself in front of you and you could hear Jacob ripping Riley to bits. You sent a smile to Seth as he Lowered himself to the ground for you to ride on his back.
The group of you five headed back to the Cullen house and you smiled as Edward ruffled your hair. “You’re very lucky Seth. Y/N is truly magical.” Edward said with a smirk as You, Jacob and Seth groan. You kissed Seth’s wolf forehead. “Bad pun aside, he’s Right Sethie. You're lucky you imprinted on me and I’m lucky you’re my mate.” You said honestly as Seth managed to lick your cheek and you smiled as you fell asleep on Seth's beck and you knew that you would be safe and loved. And your father smiled down on you from whatever afterlife vampires had. And the Cullens would make sure you grew up into someone your father and Seth would be proud of.
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Respect Your Elders
Telltale!Riddler x Female!Reader, word count: 2.3k
commission: edward being teased by a younger reader for being an old man, but it's fine because this old man fucks severely 💚
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“Are you sure you know what you’re doing there?”
Edward was sitting at his desk with the new computer you had installed. His back tensed up at your words, and you could tell without seeing that his face was contorted into one of absolute irritation and rage. And you were glad of it. Nothing pleased you more than riling him up. It was often the only fun you got to have. Unsurprising to anyone who you told, being the Riddler’s assistant didn’t actually lead to a lot of excitement or jolly good times. It was tough, rigorous, never-ending work. But you could suffer through it, if it meant spending time with Edward. As much as you teased him, you knew it was all down to your little crush. Like a child on the playground. Your playful bullying was an outlet for your true feelings, which you could never reveal to him. You needed to keep the upper-hand in this relationship. You knew it would be entirely too dangerous to let him know he had any kind of advantage on you, or at least more than the ones he already assumed he had.
“You know…”
Edward spoke through gritted teeth and raised his head, not turning to face you yet.
“… age is but a number, my dear. I think I can handle a computer, I’m intellectually more advanced than anyone, especially you.”
“Mhm… you know you’ve been clicking the wrong thing for five minutes now?”
“I… I’m not…”
With an irritated grumble, he shoved the mouse to the side and pushed the keyboard away. Turning in the chair, he got up and pushed past you out of the room.
“I can’t get anything done with you standing around here bothering me!”
Though it was clear he was leaving in an attempt to get away from you, you followed him anyway.
“Age is just a number, yes… but there’s plenty of things that being older hardly lends itself to, and you would know better than most. I mean you’re what? 65? 70?”
“I’m 60! As well you know! And besides, normal rules don’t apply to me.”
“Sure they do, Edward. You’re not a super-human. You’re just a little old man in his cute little green hoodie. Hell, you even use a cane!”
“Keep this up and I’ll be using it on you.”
You giggled as you skipped after him. It was so easy. He was almost too easy in fact. And maybe you should have felt bad about it, about getting him so exasperated and irritated. But you needed the release. It was frustrating to be cooped up with him berating you and being miserable all the time. You were owed the pleasure of bothering him.
“Mhm… grumpy old man. Keep it up, Edward. You’re hardly deflecting the stereotypes.”
“What other stereotypes do I fit into then?”
He stopped at the work bench that held his latest gadget in progress, standing to work on it as you continued your tirade of childish mockery.
“Hm… well, you’ve got that greying hair.”
“Exactly. Greying. Not quite fully grey yet, I’ll have you know.”
“Yeah. Wrinkles?”
“So few!”
“You’ve started forgetting things, getting slow in your old age.”
“I think that’s more because you’re constantly distracting me and throwing me off.”
“Oh sure, blame me!”
He was silent as you considered saying the one thing that had been playing on your mind since the beginning of the argument.
“I bet you’re getting a bit slow other places too… not quite the stamina you used to have…”
“I’m as agile as I ever was.”
“In what areas… because I’m thinking of one particular. Requires a bit more than agility… requires an ability to sustain something else…”
Edward turned to you with a questioning gaze.
“Do you mean…?”
“I mean sex, grampa.”
You winked with a mischievous smile as you said it, noticing his cheeks reddening slightly at the mention. But he turned away from you again, hiding any embarrassment he might have felt.
“Yes, well. You wouldn’t know anything about that anyway.”
“I guess I could find out, if I pester you long enough.”
“Don’t be so ridiculous. Besides, you’re aware of my comings and goings. It’s been quite some time since I’ve been with anyone, the results of any experimentation would be skewed by lack of sufficient data.”
“Is that because you literally can’t anymore?”
“I’m pretty sure I could get by, just the same as any other virile man.”
“Oh yeah, sure! And would you still need your cane while you were going at it? Or would you risk breaking a hip?”
“Very funny.”
“And when, just out of curiosity, was the last time you even had an erection?”
“I’m not going to dignify that with an answer.”
“Because you can’t remember? Is that because it was so long ago or because your memory is terrible now that you’re ancient?”
“I’m not going to tell you again to drop this.”
“Aw, did I hit a nerve? Is it difficult to talk about? I bet it is. I bet you can’t even get it up anymore.”
You turned from him, laughing, walking towards the other work bench, cleared apart from some papers and files.
“Such a shame, I wonder if you would have been any good, when you were young enough to actually make a dent in someone.”
As you craned your head to see if he was still listening, to gauge the effect your taunting was having on him, you were met with the sudden shock of his hand, palm against your neck, grip tight, as he lowered you down onto the workbench, swiping the papers to the floor before he forced you down onto it.
“Care to find out?”
“Really? You gonna give it to me good, old man?”
“Oh no. You don’t deserve anything good. You’re a very, very bad girl. And you’ll be treated as such for the duration. Now. Don’t mess around anymore. Take off your panties and pull your skirt up.”
“Yeah? You gonna make me?”
He tightened the grip, pinning you to the desk as you gasped and smiled, unable to hold back the excitement at feeling his body against yours.
“Respect your elders, my dear. Do as you are told.”
You still felt excited, tantalised by the demanding nature he had taken on. But there was an element of fear behind it. Something about the way he stared into you, eyes penetrating your soul, teeth gritted and brows furrowed into a scowl. There was nothing but cruelty in his face. So you did as you were told, sliding your panties down your thighs. He snatched them from you, holding them up and examining them.
“Quite flirtatious, aren’t they. Were you expecting something? Or are you just a run of the mill whore?”
You didn’t have an answer from him, so you remained silent.
“And damp! Already!”
Bringing them to his face he inhaled, taking in the scent of your arousal, before he tossed them aside.
“Well… next step, come on. Do not make me wait.”
Lifting your skirt up slowly, you revealed yourself to him as his mouth curled into a sly smile.
“Wonderful, you can actually do as you’re instructed. I truly thought you might be too pitifully stupid for that. Let’s see if you can keep up the good work. Turn around, and bend over.”
“Ok, Edward. You can stop joking now. You’ve had your fun, you got a good look at me. You can drop the dirty old man act.”
He stepped forward quickly, far quicker than you had seen him move before. With his hands gripping your arms he turned you around, slamming you down onto the surface and pinning you there under his weight, his strength surprising.
“Oh, I’ve not even begun to have my fill of you yet.”
“Edward, wait! P-please!”
“Too late for mercy and apologies now, dear. Perhaps, if you had extended that same gratitude to me, you wouldn’t be in this particular position right now. But, your punishment must suit the crime. So I am going to fuck you until you can see how effortlessly I can make you scream. I haven’t lost that touch yet.”
“I was joking, Edward!”
“I’m not.”
As you closed your eyes tight, trying to struggle out from under his body, you could hear him shuffling, not realising that he had undone his belt and pants until you felt the heat of his flushed cock pressing against your pussy.
“W-wait, I’m not- I’m a-”
Your words were cut short by your scream as he thrust himself into you with little care. Rough, painful, completely filling you with his impressive length and thickness. And the sound of your pain only seemed to further excite him as he began a brutal pace, slapping into you, pounding your body into the surface you were trapped against.
His soft grunting echoed around you as he exerted his entire energy in an effort to have you whimpering under him. The size, the pressure, the way his fingers dug into your skin, nails leaving tiny half-crescents as they indented and left marks. The stinging sensation made your eyes water as you gasped, trying to catch your breath, fighting for some respite between the punishing blows to your rear as he slammed himself hard into you.
“Edward… you’re being… too rough…”
He snarled, laughing deep and low as he continued his vicious movements.
“That’s the… ah… whole point, dear… you… hng… didn’t expect anything like this… ah… from an old man, did you?”
“I’m sorry… please… I take it back… just… just be gentle!”
“I’m sorry too… hah… you’d hardly learn… mph… your lesson if I… ah… stopped now…”
You clung to the edge of the surface, knuckles white as you tried to focus on something other than the embarrassment, the way you were being so humiliated under Edward’s irritatingly delicious fucking. He really did have control over you. Strength, power, and an impressive dick. And the talent to make you a quivering mess below him, unable to stop yourself from getting wetter and hotter as the looming threat of orgasm came closer and closer to you.
“You’re a silly little slut… do you know that?”
In a stupefied daze you nodded, acknowledging his degradation, almost willing for more to be dished out to you. You wanted to be punished, you wanted to be his slut, his whore. You would be anything he wanted right now.
“The youth of today… ah… they don’t know how… to respect… their elders…”
The skin of your ass cheek suddenly flashed hot as you heard the crack of his palm striking it.
“Back in my day… you would have learned to be respectful… to shut up… especially women… like you… keep your mouth closed… unless it’s to accept my cock…”
He punctuated the words with more spanking, and you could feel the area almost numbed from the stinging, silently hoping that he might have left a mark that could admire later. At the thought of it, you could feel your legs growing weak under you, trembling as you prepared for the inevitable, an orgasm, cumming over Edward’s dick as it slid in and out of you. Giving him what he had taken from you in his act of aggression.
“Already… heh… that close to finishing?”
You bit your lip in response as you tried to hold back the moans of pleasure.
“And you… wanted to mock me about… stamina?”
He laughed as he smacked at your ass and thighs, his own pace quickening.
“You’d think you… hadn’t done… this before…”
With your cheek pressed onto the table, eyes watering, tears streaming down your cheeks, you managed to catch his eye. As he realised that you hadn’t done this before, his mouth contorted into a smug grin.
“Are you kidding me? You talk a very big game, dear. You had the nerve. The audacity. To mock me.”
Every sentence ended with him slamming his body into you, burying his cock deeper and deeper, straining you, stretching you to your limit.
“And you’re nothing but an inexperienced little virgin.”
You could feel your cheeks redden, deeply regretting your cruel taunting, desperate to take it back. But then, had you never said anything, you wouldn’t be receiving the greatest punishment, and pain, you ever had to endure.
“Say it. Say you’re a virgin.”
“I’m a virgin.”
“And tell me you want me to fuck you hard, to ruin you, before anyone else has even had a chance.”
“I… Eddie, please…”
“Tell me that you’re mine now.”
“I’m yours.”
“And that you want me to fuck you.”
“I want you to fuck me.”
He laughed, grin spread ear to ear as he felt you clench around him, willing him to keep going, to fill your tight cunt. With his fingers digging deeper into your skin, he held you onto him, keeping you still as he enjoyed the feeling. He’d never been anyone’s first before. It was an experience he wanted to savour. His lips were wet with his owl drool as he salivated, making a mental note of how good you felt around him, committing the sensations to memory for the next time he had to take care of himself. The way your body accommodated him, the way it made room for his ample length. Like you were trying your hardest to be a very good girl, to take everything he was giving you.
“I want it, Eddie, please.”
The desire to please you was usurped by his strong need to see his punishment through.
“Oh… well in that case.”
He pulled himself out of you.
“We’ll prolong the experience. Get down on your knees. I’ll decide when little miss gets to have her orgasm.”
#finnie writes#the riddler#riddler#telltale riddler#riddler x reader#riddler fanfic#edward nygma#edward nigma#edward nashton
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Quinn Hughes x Model!reader
a/n: reader lived in California with Trevor and Jamie before she moved to Van to be with Quinn! also she grew up with the Hughes, bc i’m a sucker for a good childhood friends to lovers storyline 🫡 this takes place before like signs 😔✊
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trevorzegras we miss you in CA loser
jamie.drysdale be nice, Trevor
y/n.user he can’t, it’s a natural instinct to be mean to me
trevorzegras she gets it
user1 yk who else uses blue hearts and lives in Vancouver…
user2 WAITT
lhughes_06 we miss you mom! come home
y/n.user i’ll be there to tuck you in on Thursday boys
edwards.73 dad too?!
y/n.user yes ethan, he who must not be named will be there.
edwards.73 yay!
markestapa yay!
luca.fantilli yay!
lhughes_06 eh.
y/n.user be nice to your father, Lucas
lhughes_06 father?
y/n.user hush child
jackhughes and why did you move again?
y/n.user literally shut up i’ll have Nico make you do a million pushups Jackeline
nicohischier this can be arranged 🫡
jackhughes Betrayed 😔
y/n.user you’ll survive
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_quinnhughes not a lot going on a the moment...
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jackhughes if you don’t do it luke will
lhughes_06 excuse me?
_quinnhughes be nice to him he’s fragile
lhughes_06 EXCUSE ME?!
y/n.user got him.
user3 WHO @/user4
user4 quinn i thought we had something 😢
user3 frr how could you
y/n.user literally how could he?
user3 HOLY SHIT
lhughes_06 is she coming to Mich this summer🤨
_quinnhughes yes luke, we’ll be there on april 15th, like we all said we would be 😑
lhughes_06 that’s what i thought quinny
jackhughes moosey cool it 🤨
lhughes_06 well she’s the only one who likes me so i’m making sure i’ll have somebody
y/n.user i do seem to be the only one who likes you, Lucas
user5 ARE WE JUST IGNORING THIS?!?
y/n.user @/user5 seems like it
user5 OMG HI
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lhughes_06 i have been told by my wonderful brother to post this. These are @/y/n.user and @/_quinnhughes. They are in love and she moved to Van to live with him. He is absolutely whipped for this fabulous woman. They are my parents. Thank you for this (i am blinking twice. i need help)
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jackhughes there an extra 50 in your venmo if you shut up
lhughes_06 i no longer need help. pleasure doing business with you, elder brother
y/n.user jack is now my favorite hughes
_quinnhughes excuse me?
jackhughes YESSSS I WONNN SUCK IT LUKEY
lhughes_06 i was never her favorite
y/n.user you have no faith in me lucas.
lhughes_06 I WAS THE FAVORITE?!
_quinnhughes not anymore
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The Mundane and the Magic
༻ a codz x reader story ༺
➶ Origins // ❝ Becoming One With Madness, A Chaos To Embrace ❞
➶ Chapter One , 1853 words
Clouds blackened the sky, stripping away the land of all its colour and life when a raging storm brewed overhead. Rainfall battered the land with vengeance, falling so heavily in a blink of an eye, appearing misty to see through when the raging winds swept in. Bolts of lightning blazed the sky, illuminating the grounds like a blinding strobe, as simultaneously, clashes of booming thunder rattled the wilting bunker walls.
The trenches, muddied and puddling with streams of water flowing through deep grooves of tank tracks, soaked the battlefield something dire. Each step taken would leave boots squelching and dripping in murky rainwater up to the ankles, trekking it over paths constructed of wooden planks, only for them to be engulfed in the sea of mud when vehicles rolled through.
A trio of enormous steel mechanisms, bodied as humanistic robots that stood as tall as skyscrapers, patrolled the treacherous lands in sync. The stalked in jagged ways. Their grappled hands swing by their sides, so cryptic as the embodied natural human motions. When its corrugated mechanical foot stomped its route, flattening anything that dared stand in its way, to trek over the crumbling bunkers, they had the power to provoke a sudden earthquake that could bounce items that lay on tabletops. When gazed upon from the ground view, the fearsome giants were truly a fright to behold.
Yet, one could question how a man could be so tame in the conditions he was surrounded by. Normally, a man would shudder in fear when he looked up to see a robot standing so tall that it’s helmet clad head was lost in the clouds. Nor could anyone averagely watch in wonder when soldiers fell right before their eyes, only to mutate into a ravaging creature with a dire need to devour flesh and bones.
No. Not him... Not Edward Richtofen.
A man best known for his divine intellect. He calls himself a man of medicine. A German scientist like no other. That was rightly true.
Working in the medical field had always been his lifelong destiny; his soul purpose only righteous of a path consisting of surgeons tools and test tubes. Since just a young boy, his interest lied in the study of the human body. Unlike the average teenage boy, Edward enrolled himself further in education constantly, later on expanding his interests in the scientific field, where he would learn and want to test the limitations of the human body.
Edward rightfully believed that his study of science and medicine would only prove to best histories discoveries. To which it had. But when he was approached by, what he unknowingly thought was a reputable source, and praised greatly for his intelligence by men of power, little did he know that he would fall under the command of men ranked high up in the German army.
Apparently his vast knowledge in the medical field, and unsolicited will to carry out experiments that would certainly be harrowing to the faint of heart, proved him to be the perfect candidate to conduct study when the Germans made the discovery of element 115 during the world war.
Despite working alongside and shadowing many elder scientists during his time spent in science labs, Edward grew fond of working with a man in particular, named Dr. Maxis. When he proved himself worthy, their compatibility was certified amicable from the very beginning. With their combined intellect, experiments ranged from making useful discoveries that would better aid the German army’s advantage at winning the war, to very abruptly, their somewhat reputable line of work took a twisted path southwards when they unleashed an atrocity; that was an army of ravaging undead soldiers. That was solely an experiment gone wrong.
At present time, Edward and Dr. Maxis are stationed in Northern France where they would continue to work and better their studies.
In a bunker, ruptured by the swarms of undead creatures tearing gaping holes from what were but only cracks and crevices, Edward stands before a tattered workbench.
His stare wavers from hand-to-hand, blankly looking through the bloodstains embedded into the creases on his palms. He gulps, tilting his head down to see the carcass of an elder man, his limbs roped to the table, an unruly rigid saw splattered with blood placed beside the man’s head that remained cleanly uncapped, his brain void in the rightful space it should be in the centre of his skull; instead preserved in a cylinder glass container nearby.
Dr. Maxis...
Had he committed a murder in cold blood? Had he just saved the decomposing state of the universe? Despite his blank expression, Edward’s mind rattled with questions. None of which he could answer himself. But whatever may be the correct question to ask, he believed that the preserving his co-worker’s brain was a righteous answer nonetheless.
Edward pressed his hands to the table and hunched, a juddered sigh slipping into the winter air creating a small cloud of mist. His eyes clamped shut when flashes of painful memory reminded him just how the man, now lying dead with his mouth agape and unhinged in front of him, thrashed and resisted Edward’s fight to revoke and rob him of the rest of his life.
“It’s all for the betterment of the universe.” Edward mentally assured himself, “The Kronorium said so.”
Ah, the Kronorium, Better known as a sick and twisted novel entailing details of threatened chaos and despair that will most certainly bestow upon the entire universe, written by god knows who.
For a book that seemed to magically appear on his workbench prior to the day he killed Dr. Maxis, Edward was eager to flip the leather cover and read it without questioning just where it came from. He was hooked the second he read the details of the first few pages, for it resonated with him in a strangely familiar sense when it told a back-story of a boy just like himself. That’s when he discovered that it wasn’t just a regular old fairytale novel. No...
It was a book that foretold the prophecies of the entire universe. A story that he alone must set in motion, no matter how catastrophic the consequences. Supposedly, alternate time-lines and dimensions that he would only theorise existed just like the one he was apart of presently. It taught him names of unfamiliar people. Others he had never met before in his life. Yet somehow they were associates in this story.
Edward couldn’t be convinced that the book was realistic in what it preached. However, after stewing on what he had read, the story wasn’t sitting right with him if he just ignored it. It was oddly precise with commands and instructions, written in a way that would sound like a regular story book to anyone that would listen.
Edward felt compelled to endure every aspect scripted in that book, even if he didn’t rightfully agree. Almost like it was his calling to pursue such an honourable duty, to ensure the universe would remain in tact. After all, he had already committed to something so heinous.
Why stop now?
That’s how he ended up in the current situation with his co-scientist dead and decomposing before his eyes. Edward believed he was going mad, but he kept repeating a specific phrase.
“This is what you have to do.”
A familiar sound of routinely thundering footsteps emitted faintly from the distance. One from the trio of monstrous robots was making its typical patrol across the outskirts and soon through the battlefield. Each time it marched across the land, the route programmed for it to take would make sure it step directly on top of the bunker Richtofen stationed himself in. With each hourly patrol, the bunker was weakening and being burrowed under the crushing weight of the giant machine. The ceiling had already somewhat caved in and crumbled in the centre. It was certain that the rest was to collapse at any moment.
Yet Edward made no hasty attempt to get to a safer location before such an event occurs. Although, no where was safe. An undead army had overrun the land within minutes of exposure to element 115. He was outnumbered, for sure.
Part of him urged him to go down with the book in hand, to never let the chaos unroll by destroying it and himself simultaneously. On the contrary, his curiosity was his worst enemy. He wanted to know just how the story would pan out, but he questioned everything.
Will it all go to plan? Will it fuck up somewhere along the way?
With his eyes still closed, Edward breathed deeply, his shoulders rising and falling once he exhaled. Edward knew that book was just one workbench over from him, and all he could think about was reading the next chapter of cleverly told instructions.
A cluster of sounds hit his ears at once. Rustling of heavy gear shifting on a persons being as they moved in swift motions, to be precise. Footsteps stalked closer in an uneven pattern. The weighted sound of multiple pairs of boots crushing fallen blocks of concrete on the ground indicated that it was not a singular person in the room with him, and judging by the lack of hissing and groaning, it was certainly not a stray zombie clambering in to tear him apart.
His head remained bowed until the sound of movement ceased, and the click of a gun being cocked turned his attention up to meet a narrow barrel of a vintage pistol pointed directly between his eyes, held in the gloved hands of a brawny, dark haired foreign man on the opposite side of the table.
On either side of the man in the middle, stood another man. To the left, one clad in winter attire and a bullet proof vest, a hefty shotgun clutched in his hands. To the right, one welding a samurai sword, majestically in a defensive stance, his jet black hair slicked back in a neat bun.
The trio of narrow stares looked him up and down, each feeling uneasy with the horrifying sight they behold on the table, but each making an immediate conclusion that they had stumbled across the man they had each been sent for.
“You’re Doctor Richtofen, right?” The man in the middle spoke, his accent distinctively American. “I’m taking you out of here.”
Edward never shuddered. Never flinched. Nor felt a measly pang of fear when three foreign soldiers invaded his quarters with weapons cocked and raised, ready to fire at him if he so much as twitched.
A gun clicked behind the tall man in the middle. Edward noticed the two men standing either side had instantly averted their attention to an unfamiliar source, apparently right behind the American that he was confronted with.
“We’ll see about that, won’t we?”
#tank dempsey#edward richtofen#nikolai belinski#takeo masaki#cod zombies#codz#call of duty zombies#call of duty#call of duty x reader#codz x reader
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the imprint or the blood singer | part 14.
Summary: Y/N Black. All about La Push. Shy girl unless you get to know her. Not one to make friends easily despite the fact that she very well could. Friends with her brother’s friends until one Bella Swan comes back to town.
Warnings for the Series: light violence, light smut
Pairing: Edward Cullen x reader, Embry Call x reader
Word Count: 1.6k
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“You’re coming to graduation right? It’s on a Friday so we weren’t sure…” Jessica asked you.
You and Jacob were eating lunch at Forks like usual.
“I’m sure school will let us take the day off for that.”
“Cool. You know…” Jess took a bite of her food. “I’m surprised Edward’s not sitting with you today.”
“We’re kind of on a bit of a break I guess,” you said awkwardly.
You knew the Cullens could hear you. You thought nothing but sweet, loving messages knowing Edward would be listening to your mind and not your mouth. Your table of friends looked at you in a surprised confusion.
“Really?” Tyler questioned. “Last thing I expected from you two was a break-up.”
“They’re on a break not broken up, there’s a difference,” Angela said.
Jessica nodded at Ang’s comment.
“Well I hope it’s not a long break. You two are cute together and the way he looks at you… find me a guy who looks at me like that.”
Jacob rolled his eyes and took this time to excuse himself to the bathroom not wanting to hear any more about Edward. Alice took the opportunity to approach your table.
“I’ve decided to throw a graduation party!” She chirped from behind your chair. “After all, how many times are we going to graduate high school.”
You, Bella, and Alice smiled at her words. The rest of your friends were completely oblivious. Jessica’s face lit up.
“A party at your place? I’ve never seen your house before.”
“No one has ever seen their house,” Eric said. “Party sounds great. I’m in.”
“Perfect.” Alice clapped her hands on your shoulders.
You felt something rough slide down the back of your shirt before she walked away. Pretending to scratch at an itch, you pulled the piece of paper out and unfolded it underneath the table. The handwriting was Edward’s: right after the ceremony, stay behind in the gym.
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As much as you loved Jessica, you didn’t listen to a word of her valedictorian speech. You clapped when everyone else clapped and waved to each of your friends as they received their diplomas. You stood with Charlie and Jacob waiting for Bella to come see you once the actual graduation was over.
“I’m going to the restroom before we go to the diner,” you said.
“Okay, (Y/N/N). Come on Jake, I want to take pictures with everyone outside.”
Bella helped you out. She pulled your brother, you couldn’t refuse her, outside while you disappeared into the crowd. Jacob reminding you to meet by his car, you were all going to pile in and head to the diner in one vehicle.
Slowly, everyone made their way outside for pictures and to talk. You and Edward sat underneath the pulled out bleachers. You rested your head on his shoulder as he held one of your hands in his. His other played with your hair as the two of you enjoyed the silence.
“I didn’t think you’d be able to see me. Sam’s orders—”
“Can’t be obeyed by Jacob and I for very long. He thought he wouldn’t have to with Jacob here, Sam’s an idiot.”
“He’s the Alpha.”
“I thought you knew about the tribe? My lineage.”
“You and Jacob are Ephraim Black’s great-grandchildren, chief of the Quileutes making Billy the most respected elder in La Push.”
“So you do know, you’re just slow.”
“Then enlighten me.”
“Ephraim Black. Last known shifter until Sam. Chief and True Alpha. It’s in our blood. Sam’s in my position and when I refused it should’ve been Jake’s. Neither of us wanted to be in a pack, let alone lead it. Sam’s Alpha by default but it’s mine by birthright. You can never truly command a True Alpha.”
You lifted your head to look at Edward. “Maybe I should’ve taken the position. I wouldn’t have to hide with you now.”
“You would’ve hated it. I can already see the conflict in your head.”
“But I could’ve commanded them to let us be. An Alpha and I could command anyone for anything.”
“What would you command me to do?” Edward smirked as he watched your eyes flit from his eyes to his lips.
“Kiss me.”
Edward kissed your temple and cheek before he made his way to your mouth. You shivered hard under his touch, it had been a while since you felt the cold skin against yours.
“Jacob’s looking for you. He’s coming down the hallway.” Edward pulled away.
“This is shit,” you muttered as you dropped your forehead onto his shoulder. .
“It’s not your fault. It’s no one’s fault, at least we had right now.”
“I’ll see you tonight, okay?”
~~
Going over to the Cullens’ house for a graduation party wasn’t nearly as fun as it should’ve been. Of course Jacob was allowed over as Bella’s boyfriend. Unfortunately he brought along Quil and Embry, your famous protector. You weren’t let out of their sight.
The only people you could actually talk to were the humans. You managed to sneak a smile at any Cullen that passed by. You saw Alice on the stairs looking at nothing. Embry put his arm out to block you.
“Unless you want her to expose what they are in front of everyone, you’ll let me go,” you said quietly.
Embry and Quil let you go to her.
“Alice?” you raced over to her, Bella followed behind you. “What did you see?”
“The decision’s been made.”
“What’s going on?” Jacob asked.
You guys waited till all the party guests had left to hold a little meeting on the back porch.
“So we’re not going to Seattle?” Emmett asked.
“No, they’re coming here, soon. We have two weeks, if we’re lucky.”
“This could turn into a bloodbath,” Carlisle said. “Alice, can you see who’s behind it?”
“I don’t think I recognize anyone… wait one, Riley Biers.”
“That’s the first boy that went missing in Seattle. Charlie’s been working on that case for a while now,” Bella said.
“They must be playing with the blind spots in your vision,” Edward told Alice. “Either way the army is coming and there aren’t enough of us to protect the town.”
“Hold up. What damn army?” Jacob asked.
“It’s not just a rogue vampire. Newborns, our kind,” Carlisle explained.
“What are they after?” Embry asked from beside Jacob.
“They were passing around Bella’s sweater,” Alice recounted her vision.
“And what does that mean for us?”
“An ugly fight. Lives lost,” Carlisle said.
Jacob turned to look at you, Quil, and Embry; you all nodded. “Alright, we’re in.”
“What? No, you’ll get yourself killed, no way,” Bella protested.
“We weren’t exactly asking for your permission, Bells. It’s our job, babe.”
“Jacob, do you believe Sam would agree to an understanding?” Carlisle asked him. Jacob contemplated but nodded slowly.
“And the others?”
“As long as we get to kill some vampires,” Jacob responded.
“Jasper?” Carlisle turned to his youngest son.
“They’ll give us the numbers, the newborns won’t know they even exist. It’ll give us an edge.”
Edward reached for you as you guys were leaving. Both Embry and Jacob blocked him before he could even touch you.
~~
The wolves were ready to start training as soon as possible. Everyone agreed to meet in the woods on the Cullens’ side of the treaty line. Your pack snarled and grumbled as they walked to wherever the Cullens said to meet. They could see the little bundles of your clothes left around the woods. You finally reached the clearing.
“They don’t trust us enough to be in human form,” Edward said, reading Sam’s mind.
“They came. That’s what matters,” Carlisle said. “Edward, can you translate what they’re thinking?”
Edward nodded and Carlisle turned to face the pack.
“Welcome. Jasper has a good amount of experience with newborns. He’ll be able to teach us how to defeat them.”
“They want to know how the newborns are different from us,” Edward translated.
“They’re a great deal stronger than us because their own human blood lingers in their tissues. Our kind is never more physically powerful than in our first seven months of this life,” Carlisle said.
Jasper stepped up to explain more.
“Carlisle’s right. That’s why they’re created. A newborn army doesn’t need thousands like a human army, but no human army can stand against them. Now the two most important things to remember are first: never let them get their arms around you, they’ll crush you instantly. And second: never go for the obvious kill, they will be expecting that and you will lose… Emmett, you’re first.”
Everyone backed up to give Jasper and Emmett room to spar.
“Don’t hold back, Emmett.”
“Not in my nature.”
Emmett ran fast at Jasper. Jasper braced himself as Emmett threw him in the air and he hit the ground. Jasper sprung up quickly. Emmett attempted to throw a punch but he missed and fell to the floor as Jasper’s fist collided with his stomach. Jasper and Emmett sparred a bit more before Jasper called Carlisle and Edward to spar.
You watched as they both ran and grabbed each other’s necks. Carlisle threw Edward but missed his next hit. Edward pushed Carlisle down to the ground. Edward stepped a little bit away, looking to Jasper to see if he did a good job.
“One more thing,” Jasper said, “Never turn your back on your enemy.”
Jasper rolled his eyes as Carlisle got up and pushed Edward to the floor. You couldn’t help but let your thoughts about Edward come to the surface as you watched him spar. The pack growled at you causing everyone to pay attention.
“What’s going on?” Rosalie asked.
“I’m fine, (Y/N),” Edward answered you instead of Rosalie.
Training continued and you kept your thoughts in check. For the most part you stayed focused on Jasper and the training, occasionally looking at Edward who always smiled when he caught you looking.
(Part 15)...
#edward cullen x reader#edward cullen x black!reader#embry call x reader#embry call x black!reader#twilight fic
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I. An Introduction to Society
The Perfect Match
➛ A Timeline Anomaly Bridgerton!AU by @seanfalco & @super-unpredictable98
Dear Gentle Reader,
Another social season is upon us and Miss Blossom Bellamy, this year’s potential Diamond, has just entered society in a much a more gracious manner than her elder sister Lydia, who has rebuked all suitors since her debut and is quickly on the way to spinsterhood, along with her closest friend Winrey Lewis. However, when not one, but three eligible young gentlemen rejoin the ton after years of being away, the social scene is certain to be turned on it’s head.
Let the race to find the perfect match begin!
❥ Word Count: 4.9k
❥ Tags/Warnings: Nathan Young x oc, Sean Falco x oc, Regency AU
❥ a/n: Flor & I were in the midst of rewatching Bridgerton again, when we decided we needed to write an AU with the Timeline squad. Introducing Sean as the Nathans elder brother, and young Blossom as Lydia and Simon’s younger sister.
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❝Social season is officially upon us again," Lydia grumbled, stepping away from the pianoforte with an annoyed sigh when she saw her younger sister carrying yet another issue of Whistledown’s Society Papers, “also known as Lydia Bellamy's road to becoming a spinster!”
"That is your choice, sister," Blossom laughed, followed quickly by their father, who was trying to sneak a peek at the pamphlet over her shoulder. "You have been in love with a boy you met ten years ago and refuse any other caller. I am beginning to think you imagined this boy. For heaven’s sake, a Viscount asked for your hand last year and you treated him no better than you would a rat!"
“Try to be a little happy for your sister, it's her first season and she is so excited to present in front of the Queen," Lord Charles murmured. "Besides, perhaps someone will catch your eye yet, my dear. Don't lose hope just yet."
“Have you seen the new Whistledown?” Win Lewis, Lydia’s closest friend, cried as she hurried into the Bellamy drawing room, holding the latest edition of the ton’s favourite gossip rag aloft.
Win’s family had lived across the street from the Bellamys since her father, Lord David Lewis remarried the dowager Lady Karen Edwards, and she and Lydia had been fast friends ever since.
"Yes!" Blossom exclaimed excitedly, straightening as the other woman entered the room.
"No." Lydia rolled her eyes. "Why should I want to see what she has to say about my lack of a husband? She believes me a shrew. Honestly... why could you not be a man, Winnie? I would marry you in the blink of an eye,” she exclaimed.
“Oh, if only!” Win teased, pecking Lydia’s cheek as she flounced down next to her on the loveseat. “No, read this part!” she exclaimed, pointing to a column on the front page. “A new family is moving to Mayfair, and they have three eligible sons,” she said, lowering her voice conspiratorially.
"Wow... more mediocre men to fill in the spaces on my dance card," Lydia muttered, sarcasm dripping from every word as she glanced at the paragraph about the Irish Lords, a pair of twins and an older gentleman who inherited the estate after their father's disappearance. "Every man in the ton is the same, they see me as some sort of porcelain doll that will break if they so much as look at me wrong.❞
"Should you want them to see you as a bitch in heat?" Lady Linda Bellamy scoffed as she entered the room followed by her oldest, Simon. "You would be lucky to find someone like the Viscount! Gentle, sophisticated, intelligent, polite–"
Win tried to hide her smile at Lady Bellamy’s words—she knew her best friend’s tastes were everything but what her mother had listed. “You haven’t even met them yet, perhaps they’ll be more interesting than you think,” she murmured, nudging Lydia in the side.
"I suppose we shall know tonight at the ball, I am expected to attend... mama would certainly disown me if I would prefer to practice the pianoforte instead," Lydia grimaced.
"Good thing you know," Lady Bellamy said, fixing Simon's collar once more. "So handsome, every debutant will be looking at you tonight," she murmured fondly, ignoring the sour look on her daughter’s face.
"At least we'll be able to attend together," Win reminded her before turning her attention to the other Bellamy sister. "Are you excited for your introduction to society, Blossom?"
"So excited! I can't wait to get married and live my very own fairytale with my husband," Blossom squealed in excitement.
"Isn't she adorable?" Lydia teased, pinching her sister's cheek.
"How about you, Simon? Any ladies caught your eye yet?" Win asked, still grinning at Blossom's enthusiasm.
"Not particularly. I-I might wait a little longer, the last thing I want is to steal Blossom's thunder by getting married as well," Simon explained, ever so shy and reserved.
"I wish my step sister was half as kind as you, Simon," Win muttered, flopping back to lean against Lydia's shoulder.
"Delilah is the shrew Whistledown should be writing about! She has no class and no beauty, I pity the unlucky man she ends up with," Lydia huffed, folding her arms.
"She's been absolutely horrible over the winter, and now my step-mama is putting all her efforts into finding her a match. She's already ordered twice as many dresses from the modiste as she has for me," Win grumbled, her lips twitching into a frown.
"And your papa says nothing?" Lord Bellamy asked, frowning.
"He seems too cowed by her. I wish he would stand up to her from time to time," Win sighed.
"Do not worry, Winrey. If you should ever need a dress, Blossom has dozens she has never had the chance to wear before her figure... changed so fast," Charles offered.
"Besides, you do not need to rely on appearances to make yourself interesting," Lydia added. "You are a better catch than Delilah will ever be, with or without new dresses."
"Thank you Lord Bellamy, you are too kind," Win added before taking Lydia's hand and giving it a squeeze. "Thank you Lyds, you are the best," she whispered.
"Well, this isn't too bad.” Nathan muttered, opening the door to his new room. The house wasn't nearly as spacious as the one they had back in Ireland, but it was satisfactory.
"I am sure you'll feel at home in London soon enough," Lady Louise assured them.
"Yeah, once you feast your eyes on the bevy of young ladies at tonight's soiree," Nathaniel taunted, nudging his twin with a wolfish grin.
"I do seem to have extinguished my options back home..." Nathan laughed. He was quite proud of his reputation, a rake through and through, something he didn't plan on changing. "I am lucky to have you and Sean, between th’two of you I do not need to worry about marriage."
"I still believe you'll eat those words one day," Sean teased, raising an eyebrow at his younger brother.
"And I shall love to meet the spirited young lady who changes your mind," Nathaniel laughed. "For she'd have t'be spirited indeed t'put up with you."
"God has provided me with brothers so I could steal the virtue of as many young ladies as I possibly can," Nathan replied, running his fingers confidently through his unruly curls. "That is my divine duty, you two worry about wives and leave me out of it."
"Nathan!" Lady Young snapped, smacking the back of his head with her fan. "Please at least try to behave yourself here," she exclaimed.
"Shall we make a bit of a wager?" Nathaniel asked Sean, lowering his voice.
"What sort of wager?"
"On which lady shall catch his attention first at tonight’s ball."
"You're on," Sean grinned.
"You look absolutely gorgeous," Lydia murmured, placing a flower in her sister's hair. "Remember, do not be too eager, men do not like it."
"I will, if you promise me to be a little more eager, men do not like to be mistreated," Blossom countered, looking out through the carriage window.
"Should you find yourself terribly bored, you know where to find me," Simon winked at Lydia as their carriage came to a stop.
"Do not worry, I shall find Win and dance the night away," she smiled, looking around for her friend’s carriage while Charles stepped down to escort Blossom. Despite her elder sister's behavior she was a rather desirable young woman and she would certainly need a chaperone at all times.
Meanwhile, Win was sitting opposite her sour faced step sister and step mother, her eyes firmly directed out the carriage window as their destination neared.
"Delilah, stop squirming," Lady Karen snapped as her daughter craned her head to see out the other window. "And you, Winrey, sit up straight. A young lady doesn't slouch."
Win merely rolled her eyes, but straightened, catching sight of the Bellamys and hurriying out of the carriage before it fully came to a stop.
"Oh thank goodness, there you are," she breathed, catching Lydia's arm as they stepped into the bright foyer. "Have you seen them yet?" she asked, looking around for the Irish Lords they’d read about.
"How should I know? I don't know what they look like!" Lydia giggled, her friend's excitement catching. "I believe we must find the three new faces among the old tired ones we know so well."
"That is a good idea. Let's seeeee," Win mused with a laugh, pulling Lydia along with her as she peered at each face they passed. Soon she noticed three men she had never seen before—all three were tall and slim, the elder a hand taller than the younger two, and each bearing a head of dark curls and sharp green eyes. The two younger men appeared to be identical twins, though they held themselves slightly different.
"There!" Win exclaimed in a hushed voice, biting her lip as she looked them over.
"Oh my dear God, they are–" Attractive was the only word Lydia could think of, but she didn’t voice it.
The three men were incredibly attractive, to be sure, but so was the Viscount, as well as many other young men of the ton, but being handsome was not a guarantee of any other value.
"Papa! Look!" Blossom whispered. "Do you think one of them shall ask me to dance?"
"If they have half a brain, I'm sure they will," Lord Bellamy chuckled.
"See anythin' y'like, brother?" Nats asked, letting his gaze travel around the room, taking in the sights.
"I see many things..." Nathan wet his lips before taking a sip of his lemonade, “many beautiful young things. Do you, brother?"
Lydia couldn't help but think those curls and green eyes were awfully familiar. Over ten years back, when she was merely a girl, she had encountered a boy with those very same features. A boy she had vowed to marry once they were grown, but it was simply a childish desire.
"I think I do," Nats murmured, “if you'll excuse me..." Stepping away from his twin's side, he waded into the crowd, making his way toward Win and Lydia. "Good evenin', ladies," he greeted, nodding his head toward them. "And t'who do I owe th'pleasure?" he asked, reaching for Lydia's hand.
"Miss Bellamy, Miss Lydia Bellamy," she answered, allowing him to take her hand, and for once she didn't feel the need to make a nasty remark. "Good evening, my lord."
"Oh, always in a rush..." Nate groaned, stealing a glance at the other young lady next to the one his brother was speaking with—shorter and more petite, but just as beautiful as the one his brother had chosen. "I shall bide my time. Right, Sean– Sean?" he asked, looking around, his older brother nowhere to be seen.
"Good evening, I couldn't help but notice you across th'room," Sean murmured, bowing to Miss Blossom.
"My Lord," Blossom bowed back, trying not to seem too eager or blush too deeply, as her sister had advised. "I-I am—"
“Miss Blossom Bellamy," her father cut in, amused by his daughter's reaction.
"Blossom," Sean mused as he held out his hand for her. "You certainly blush just as prettily as a blossom," he said, flashing her a grin.
"You are too kind," Blossom took his hand and looked back at her father for approval. He simply nodded and let go of her arm. "I'm afraid my face gives away too much. I have never been a good liar."
"I've always thought it better to be honest than trying to hide what one thinks or feels," Sean murmured, letting her take his arm as he led her to the dance floor.
"Most agreeable," Blossom nodded, placing one hand on his shoulder. "Although I have been warned against my overly passionate nature."
"I don't see what's wrong with a bit of exuberance," Sean murmured, placing one hand on the small of her back. "Although, that may be my artist's spirit talking," he chuckled awkwardly, hoping it wouldn't put her off to know he was an artist. Many young ladies tended to find that undesirable in a Lord. If he were the second born, or a commoner, maybe it wouldn't be so frowned upon…
"You're an artist?” Blossom cried excitedly. “So am I! I have been learning every instrument I can get my hands on ever since I was a girl, and I like to believe myself a fair writer as well!" Blossom felt her heart race a little bit more, sharing similarities was the first step to a good match. "What is your passion?"
“I’m quite interested in the use and art of the camera obscura,” Sean answered, his chest stirring with excitement at Blossom’s interest in his art.
"That is fascinating! I should love to see your art someday, it must look so real!" Blossom's interest only grew the more she learned about him. "My Lord, I have been so enthralled, I forgot to ask your name, what should I call you?"
“Oh! My apologies Miss Blossom, you may call me Sean, Sean Young,” he answered.
"A lovely name," Blossom breathed, holding put her arm so he could sign her dance card. "Would you care for some refreshments, Lord Young?"
“Yes, let me get you some lemonade, Miss Blossom,” Sean offered, leading her over to the drink table.
"Thank you," Blossom followed, looking back at her papa who smiled. "May I ask how a wonderful dancer and an enchanting gentleman such as yourself isn't married yet?"
“Ah, well,” Sean murmured sheepishly, taking a sip from his drink. “There was a young lady I was courting several years ago, but I made a bit of a… misstep and she cut off our engagement,” he explained.
"Oh dear," Blossom laughed nervously. What sort of misstep would cause a bride to call off the entire engagement? It must have been really bad... "I am sorry to hear that, I am sure you seek a fresh start here in England. I shan't ask any more questions."
“I… certainly hope so,” Sean murmured awkwardly.
"Miss Bellamy, might I have this dance?" Nats asked, winking at her as he kissed the back of her gloved hand. Win shared an excited look with her friend before she was pulled out to the floor. Spying the refreshments, she headed in that direction, half keeping an eye on Lydia and the young Mr. Young.
"I suppose you are the one Lady Whistledown has been talking about. My friend was most curious about you and your brothers," Lydia grinned. It had been ages since she last danced with a gentleman, let alone one she actually wanted to dance with.
"Oh yes, I read that. This Whistle lady seems to be rather important around here," Nats chuckled as he spun her slowly. "Aren’t you curious at all? I'll answer any question you like."
"She certainly knows more than anyone else about everyone else. I have but one question..." Lydia stared deeply into those eyes and took a deep breath. "Is this your first time in England?"
"I..." Nats frowned, thinking. "No, we lived here many years ago before my father left us," he answered, stepping in time to the spirited music. "Why d'yeh ask?"
"It’s just… you remind me of someone I met many years ago," Lydia admitted, moving without counting her steps, almost as if she knew exactly what to do. "My family and I were enjoying the country and I remember spending one remarkable afternoon with a boy who had your curls and your green eyes."
"Really?" Nats murmured, trying to think back. "It does sound like me, but as you can see, my twin and elder brother share those same features as well."
"What I know is that the boy was the same age as me, so I believe your older brother to be out of the equation," Lydia mused–it would be nearly impossible to know for certain if neither of them remembered the event.
Nats’ frown deepened. “I do vaguely remember my time here, but I’m afraid I can’t remember much,” he said apologetically. He would have to think on it. “It would certainly be a shame to forget a beautiful lady such as yourself,” he added, hoping she wouldn’t take offense to his lapse in memory.
"It would surprise me if you did remember, it was so long ago and I was quite different back then. Seems both me and my sister were late bloomers, as one would say," Lydia huffed a laugh, deeply hoping he was the one she'd been looking for. "But thank you, you are very sweet."
Nats bowed to her as the song came to a close. “I’m afraid I haven’t properly introduced myself,” he exclaimed, suddenly realizing that he knew Lydia’s name, but she didn’t know his. “My name is Nathaniel Young, not to be confused with my twin, Nathan.”
Lydia couldn't help her sudden bout of laughter, quickly clapping her hands over her mouth. She didn't want to be rude, but it was impossible not to have a reaction. "I’m sorry, my apologies, I am not laughing at you, I swear!" she giggled.
Nats’ expression twisted slightly. “Yeah, yeah, there was a bit of a misunderstandin’ when we were born y’see. My mum fancied the name and so named me, but my father had already provided th’same name for my brother, bein’ none th’wiser,” he groaned, though Lydia’s laughter was infectious.
"I am so sorry," Lydia took a deep breath to regain her composure. For once she wasn't intentionally trying to scare a man away. "I do like your names, if that's any consolation."
“I’m used to it,” Nats shrugged. “If it’s any consolation, you have a very lovely laugh.” He grinned. “Usually my friends call me Nats and him Nate.”
"Very well, should not be hard to tell the two of you apart, seeing as your brother is much more aggressive in his advances." Lydia glanced at her friend and the other twin, seemingly arguing. "Win is one of the most important people in my life, if anything bad were to happen between them I'm afraid your brother and I would have a problem."
“Ah… yes, I’m afraid my twin has no intention of finding a wife, but my elder brother and I wager he’ll one day find his match. Perhaps your friend might just be th’one that changes his mind,” Nats said, craning his head to watch, hoping Nathan wouldn’t ruin his chances with Miss Bellamy if things went sour with her friend.
"That is enough! Excuse me, Mr. Young," Lydia made her way to where Win and Nate were having a discussion.
"Pardon me, miss, but I believe you must have lost your way, a beautiful angel like yourself walking amongst us mere mortals–?" Nate approached Win without a hint of hesitation and she turned to him, her brows rising as she looked him up and down.
"An angel, you say? More like a fallen angel if you ask my family," she scoffed.
Oh, a complicated woman, family troubles... his bread and butter. "Anyone who says such a thing clearly does not know what they are talking about, Miss...?"
Win rolled her eyes, watching him carefully. "Winrey, Winrey Lewis. And you are...?" she asked, tilting her head at him.
"Nathan Young," he answered, gently kissing the back of her hand while discreetly looking down at her cleavage. "Should you give me the honor to share this dance with me?"
Win hummed, deliberating, as if making up her mind. "Alright, Mister Young, I suppose I shall give you the honour of my company," she said, a tiny smirk playing at her painted lips as she took his hand.
"I certainly am the luckiest man here…" Nate bowed his head, leading her to the dance floor. As much as he hadn’t planned on wasting the entire night on one lady... Winrey was so intriguing, it only made him want to know more about her.
Win snorted softly, though her breath hitched when he pulled her in close, the sharp scent of his cologne making her head swim. “Tell me, Mr Young, is that what you tell every young lady you dance with? Or am I special?”
"Is that the idea you have of me? My heart breaks at the thought," Nate pouted, running the back of his hand along her jaw. "You are indeed special, Miss Lewis."
“And you are a rake, if ever I’ve seen one,” Win replied, cursing her voice for how breathy it’d become at his touch.
"Me? I assure you, I am nothin’ if not a gentleman.�� I can guarantee you do not need to worry. I would never attempt anything improper, Miss Lewis," Nate whispered a little too close to her ear.
“Oh really?” Win drawled, her heart pounding in her ears. “I’m sure once you leave my side, you’ll be on the prowl for the next young lady you certainly wouldn’t dream of compromising.” The song came to an end and she barely curtsied though her heart pounded loud in her ear.
That was usually how it went. Thankfully, he was never caught and forced into marriage, but Nathan knew there was nothing that made a lady want him more than not touching her at first. "You don't see my affections as genuine?"
“Not in the slightest,” Win countered, raising her chin to look him in the eye. “I’ve met several men like you, Mr. Young. I am familiar with your sort.”
"I believe you, you are not an impressionable debutante... how old are you? Five and twenty?" Nate asked with the only intention to rile her up.
“Five and—!” Win gasped, falling right into his trap. “I’ll have you know I’m only one and twenty!” she cried, smacking his shoulder with her fan.
"Are you a spinster by choice or do men just find you unpleasant due to your temper?" Nate laughed, knowing anger was way better than indifference. If she had strong feelings, he had a chance.
"Excuse you? Who do you think you are, Nate?" Lydia approached him defiantly.
"Oh no... my sister, not again!" Blossom winced, watching the scene enfold across the room.
"Shit," Nats hissed, quickly following Lydia.
"Maybe it's because of men like you that I haven't wed yet!" Win exclaimed. "You are so... so entitled!"
"Uh, if you'll excuse me, Miss Blossom, I need to defuse this situation," Sean exclaimed, wading through the crowd toward the others.
"Yes, of course... Papa! Simon! She's doing it again!" Blossom cried.
"I've been nothing but respectful, but you doubt my intentions and call me a-a rake," Nate feigned offense and turned to Lydia. "This doesn't concern you, miss. Unless, are you secretly in love with Miss Lewis?" he whispered teasingly.
"Oh, you are vile! How could you share your brother's features and make them look so despicable?" Lydia gasped.
"Nate, what are you doing?" Nats hissed as Sean joined them.
"Brother, you're making a scene," Sean murmured under his breath.
"I am? She is the one who started screaming at me!" Nate gestured to Lydia.
"Because you disrespect my dearest friend! Hear that, Whistledown? I did not start the scene this time!"
"Let us breathe and collect ourselves, there's no need for theatrics," Lord Bellamy said, taking his oldest daughter’s arm.
"I'm sure we will all laugh at this misunderstanding soon enough," Simon mumbled.
"Obviously you did something to rile the young lady," Sean hissed to his brother, glancing at Win.
"Oh, the young lady is not riled," she replied, smoothing her expression with effort. "For there is nothing about the gentleman that is worth being riled about," she scoffed. "Good night gentlemen," she added, bowing her head to Sean before directing a sharp glare at Nathan and turning on her heel.
"Win! Wait!" Lydia went after her despite wanting nothing more than to stay and talk to Nats all evening. All she could hope for was that he would decide to call on her the next morning.
"Simon, I feel faint," Blossom exclaimed, taking her brother's arm. That whole scene along with Sean's mysterious wrongdoing made her head spin.
"Would you like to go home?" he asked.
"Oh, but Lord Young..." she murmured, torn.
"Lord Bellamy, Miss Blossom, I apologize for my younger brother's actions this night, I hope you might forgive the intrusion," Sean murmured, bowing his head to Blossom and her father.
"Of course, my Lord," Blossom nodded. "I apologize for my sister as well, she is known to... pick fights, especially with men."
"They usually deserve it," Lord Bellamy added quietly.
"She is a credit to you, sir," Sean chuckled, though his gaze flicked to Blossom as he grinned.
"I hope this misunderstanding doesn't get in the way of our... conversation," Blossom murmured.
"On my part it doesn't," Sean murmured, kissing the back of her gloved hand.
Blossom simply smiled, she suddenly felt so embarrassed having her brother and father watching them.
"Oh, great!" Nathaniel hissed sarcastically. "Thank you so much brother," he grumbled, watching Lydia chase after Win.
"What did I do? I was dancin' with Miss Lewis and she kept sayin' those things... she-she vexed me!" Nathan huffed stubbornly. "And why should you care?"
"You were bein' you!" Nats groaned. "She obviously could tell your intentions were less than noble and now you've chased off her friend as well, and just when we were—" he cut off angrily and strode away for a drink.
"Oh, please, brother! As if her friend, the first woman you set your eyes upon in London, is the woman you're going to marry! I did you a favour, she is much too feisty."
"Maybe I like that about her," Nats countered quietly. "I am bored of all the demure young ladies that simper and prance about. I know you are."
"I do not mind how a lady behaves as long as her skirt is light and allows me under it," Nate smirked. "I believe Miss Lewis fancies me."
"And what makes you think that?" Nats frowned.
"The way her breathing changes when I get closer, the way her pupils grow when she's lookin' at me..." Nate mused, leaning against the wall.
"Oh, I know that tone," Nats groaned. "Don't tell me you're goin' t'continue t'chase her?"
"Why shouldn't I? You know the ones who are hard to get are my favourites," Nate murmured, picking up another glass.
"I suppose it's no use trying to discourage you. Just... try not to make all of us look bad. Some of us are just trying to find a match," Nats sighed, taking another glass of his own.
"I am glad you know me so well," Nate grinned. "Not to worry, I believe I can only make you look better by comparison."
"You didn't have to follow me, you know," Win murmured as she stepped out onto the terrace, Lydia at her heel. "I didn't mean to take you from your own conversation."
"You are my best friend, Winnie, no one is more important," Lydia wrapped her arms around Win. "I am so sorry, that simple bastard had no idea what he was talking about."
"I think I'm more mad at myself," Win muttered, leaning into Lydia's embrace, "for nearly falling for his empty charms."
"His empty charms come wrapped up in the most handsome face, who could blame you?" Lydia sighed. "It pains me to see you like this, his brother seems to be genuinely sweet."
"They are both quite handsome, are they not?" Win murmured. "So, you fancy his twin, then?"
"They are, and I do... I think I do," Lydia shook her head. "He reminds me of the young man I told you about."
Win's expression changed, brightening. "Maybe it is him!" she exclaimed.
"Maybe... or maybe it was his villain of a brother, Mister Young cannot remember much," Lydia frowned. "I can't stand to think about it," she groaned.
Win tsked and shook her head. "Perhaps, but I doubt it. Unless he's changed drastically since then. But let's not think of it any longer tonight," she murmured, giving her friend's hand a squeeze.
"Winrey? Oh, there you are," Lady Karen exclaimed, stepping onto the terrace. "I should have known I'd find you here," she muttered bitterly, "sequestered away with your friend instead of on the dance floor, searching for a husband. No matter," she continued, looking down her nose at Lydia, "we are heading home. Delilah's already filled her dance card."
"Really?" Lydia turned without letting go of her friend. "It is not late enough and I don't believe there was enough alcohol served for Delilah to start looking more pleasant. Be careful, you know what people say of ladies who dance around with too many different partners."
“Watch your tongue, my dear,” Lady Karen snapped, reaching for Win’s wrist. “At least she has prospects. Now, come.”
“I am sorry, Lyds. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Win murmured, wrenched away by her step mama.
"She certainly learned the art of fortune-hunting from her mama!" Lydia waved Win goodbye. "See you tomorrow, Winnie."
"Dear, your sister isn't feeling well, we are going home," Lord Bellamy called, waving toward Lydia to catch her attention. "You better rest as well, replenish your energies after all the banter."
As Win walked out, joined by her step sister, she couldn’t help but let her gaze sweep the hall, wincing as her eyes met Nathan Young’s. “Prat,” she muttered under her breath, though her stomach fluttered traitorously.
As Lydia joined her family, Nats half raised his hand to her, waving at her as they left. If only he’d been able to continue their conversation.
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Little One-Edward Nashton x Reader
Summary: You and Edward always had a rough life, now you have started working for Bruce Wayne to help Ed with taking down the corruption in Gotham.
It was cold and heavy night in Gotham, I stared up at the sky while holding my umbrella, the dark stormy night was cold and empty with corruption and crime running through every corner. The dark sky was suddenly illuminated with a bat symbol, the one which had now caused fear on the criminals.
I have started working as an assistant of sorts alongside Dory and Alfred Pennyworth, letting the butler know when Bruce Wayne had an important meeting since Dory is an elder woman that needs help. I provided that for her.
Bruce Wayne is my boss thought I rarely get to see his face. There's only a few times where we've been in the same room, but he never looks at my face.
Didn't his parents teach him manners? Oh right, they are dead. No, (Y/N) you shouldn't day those things! Mine are probably dead too.
I guess living in Gotham had made me colder and tougher, i always struggle to show any kind of emotions and when I do I'm mostly blunt on what I think. Ever since I can remember I've also been taking many medications, anti depressants being the important one.
"Happy Halloween!" A group of thugs shouted and laughed at a poor victim whom they had stolen and kicked down the pavement.
I stared at them not feeling any type of emotion, I started walking past the victim but I couldn't help but stop and reconsider my actions.
"Damnit, Dory." I muttered to myself and turned around to help the man who had fallen down the cold and wet pavement. "Are you alright?"
The man stared at me surprised and quickly nodded his head, thanking me when I offered him my hand to grab.
"Yeah, those punks stole my last bit of money." I nodded my head not paying much attention.i shrugged my shoulders looking back at the man.
"You should be grateful to still be alive." I muttered looking up at the bat symbol.
"You're right. Well, thanks again kid." The man said and I felt him walking away. I frowned back and stared at the man ad he left to who knows where he lives or if he has a family.
Since I've been working for the remaining Wayne. Doris has been treating like if I were her child, she's been teaching me to be kind and help others, i didn't do this for myself, i did this for her.
I can't let myself to help others when others never helped me when I needed it the most.
The streets are far too busy so I better head back to my apartment and relax for a while, tomorrow I have to work again. I was extremely lucky to have this job but it's been exhausting, at least it pays the rent fairly well.
I started past the Iceberg Lounge being careful since this street is extremely dangerous. A bit from the loud music could be heard from the outside, i pushed open the door to the apartment building and let my wet umbrella and boots drip onto the dirty carpet at the entrance.
I tiredly got into the crappy elevator and rested my head against the wall until a small bell rang making the elevator stop where I wanted it to. I quietly opened the apartment door with a spare key I had and I stepped inside the room.
Quietly I took a step forward once I locked the door behind me. The lights were off except for a lamp by the corner, the place was a complete mess as usual with Saw like traps on a table, the ones I provided-
I turned around and met with a masked man in a heavy dark green coat. I instantly wrapped my arms around him and looked up to look at him, "You're back!" I smiled up at the man lovingly not feeling intimated by the mask and seemingly cold eyes.
"Did you miss me?" I tilt my head wanting to take a good look at him. My attitude completely changing from my stoic self.
"I told you to stay out and not return." He reminded me of yesterday's warning. His gloves hand reached down to pull me off of him but I only tightened my grip.
This made him sigh as I watched him slowly peel the mask off. His warm brown eyes now looking down at mine, "You could seriously get hurt, (Y/N)." Edward whispered and pouted.
Edward probably already did the job. Finished the mayor off, officer Savage will be next then Colson.
"I got late from work and I stopped by wanting to know if you were safe, and here you are." I smiled and placed his glasses back on his face. He smiled down at me and leaned into my touch, "The trap is all set up and ready." I reminded and heard the small rat in a cage crying.
"Now everyone is going to now the truth. The renewal.. everything!" Edward began to get worked up and got off my grip and started walking around the place until he stopped by the trap and looked up at the photograph on the wall. The one when he was in choir at the orphanage.
The moment Edward snapped was when he started working as an accountant and found all the lies hidden in documents by the powerful families in Gotham. The Wayne's being one of the many who lied to us.
Back at the Wayne Orphanage we were promised so many things, but when the Wayne's died everything went to shit and everyone started to die at the orphanage and the older would introduce the younger ones to drops.
I remember being so cold and sick when growing up, Edward would do everything he could to stay by my side but it was hard trying to make him calm himself down when he also started to try out the drugs.
We never got any sort of help from anyone, nor when we were younger and now even less. I worked many jobs growing up including many I am not proud of, but we started earning enough money for a living and we were happy for a while until everything went downhill again.
"Ed..calm yourself down. What you are doing will change Gotham, you'll be a hero to many." I told him truthfully, wanting him to be happy.
I stepped closer and noticed him still staring at the image of his younger self, another one of me and him together standing with the group and young Bruce Wayne up front.
"You'll be fine, don't worry." A single tear seemed to fall down Edward's face. He leaned down a bit and was now the one wrapping his arms around me. I sighed and ran my hands up through his hair and continued to hold him close to me.
"Just promise that once this is all over we'll leave this city." I whispered to him. Edward remained silent and didn't respond to that promise.
"I'm nobody..but soon everyone will know about me." He somberly said and gripped my waist now glaring at the images on the wall.
"My dear did you hear about what happened?" Dory made me stop my work to look back at her when she horridly stared at the news on the papers. The older lady can't to my side and showed a blurred image of Mayor Mitchell being taken out of his home.
"I-It's horrible. Who could've done that?!" I lied at being surprised knowing well why Edward or The Riddler did this.
Dory nodded her head and I watched her making herself a cup of tear with trembling hands. "This city wasn't always like this, I hope this killer is brought to justice."
The older lady made me follow her upstairs to where Alfred mostly stays, I continued to follow her once we made our way closer to Alfred who was sitting down on a table.
If only she knew that I am also involved.
"As far as I know the city has always been like this." I told her and I stopped working when I noticed Bruce Wayne next to Alfred.
My eyes widened a bit since I didn't expect Bruce to be here, my eyes looked down at Alfred's hand. Many papers were scattered, a riddle. They are trying to decipher the riddles left by Edward.
"Good morning, (Y/N)." Alfred chimed when he saw me also with Dory.
"G-Good morning, Sir..Bruce." I also said when I found myself staring at Bruce for too long.
Bruce didn't respond he simply hummed and looked away with a pair of dark glasses adorning his pale tired face.
"Don't be rude, Master Wayne. It's not everyday you get to see an attractive nice woman as, (Y/N)." Alfred complimented me and joked at Bruce.
"No need to tease Mr. Wayne. He can easily find anyone else more attractive and skilled than me, besides I am already taken." I lied and chuckled, now turning each head at me.
"Is that so?" Dory said surprised.
Shit now I have to explain. I should come up with a lie.
"Well? Who is the lucky young man?"
"No one that important, he works outside of Gotham and occasionally comes to visit me." That's right just keep lying to them.
"Why doesn't he live here instead?" Dory questioned.
I placed the cup of tea I was holding and felt my hand trembling so I shoved them into my coat pocket. "He doesn't like it here, says it's too dangerous..you see…"
I shut my mouth when I found myself almost saying more but it was too late. Alfred lowered his glasses down and placed them on the busy table, Dory also seemed curious and Bruce was looking away but surely was listening as well.
"Where I-I was growing up..it wasn't the nicest place, I was deeply hurt and felt alone. When I was a teenager I ended up getting pregnant, it was an accident needless to say I lost it. I went through so much but with my new partner, he supported me when no one else did. I was so happy when two years ago I received the news that I was expecting again, this time I was certain to raise it..b-but.."
I stared down at the ground and felt the tears blurring my eyes again, "Excuse me." I turned me heels and ran over to the bathroom and locked myself up.
I stared at my messy self in the mirror, hating myself for opening up to them. All of that was the truth. I bit my lower lip so I wouldn't continue to cry out.
Growing up at Wayne Manor was the worst and most traumatic thing I had to go through. I was just a teenager when Edward had gotten me pregnant, it was one of those days when he was severely drugged. The moment I found out I was pregnant Edward didn't know what to do, and neither did I. We were both scared but then out of nowhere I lost it.
Edward became overprotective of me and so did I towards him. He needs me and I need him. We finished our studies while growing up and also worked to pay what we owed, I worked at a diner and he as a delivery driver.
We had been through so much pain, but it seemed that we were blessed for once again when I had gotten pregnant once more. I had been pacing around my apartment back and forth anxiously waiting for Edward to return from his late night shift.
The doors had opened at the late house of the night, Edward stopped when he noticed me still awake now looking up at him with tears in my eyes, happy tears.
"Ed..I'm pregnant."
Edward dropped the cold food he had in his hands and smiled at me. "Are you positive?!" I nodded my head and Ed was quick to swoop me off my feet and hug me tight. His warm eyes filled with adoring love when he looked at me then down at my still flat belly. He placed his cold hands over my shirt and was already imagining our life together.
Neither Edward and I were ready for a family as teenagers, but we had been trying for a while and finally the results came in positive. We were just 27 at the time when we heard the great news.
We both never had a family growing up but we were more than positive that we would give our child a real loving home.
Edward had been working more than usual, often in danger when idiots around our age started to drive late at night on the road doing competitions and making money out of it. I had continued to work despite Ed not wanting me to, but today I felt a sharp pain so I asked the rest of the day out.
It was another cold rainy day at Gotham, so to spend the rest of the day, I started baking Edward's favorite pie I learned how to make.
I turned off the stove and took the pie out for it to cool off, I smiled down at my already grown belly and lightly placed my hand on top of it, Edward liked to feel the child kicking.
He would always be asking, "How's the little one holding up?
The baby isn't even here and it already loves him more than me. I smiled to myself and started to walk over to my room until I felt another rally sharp pain and felt that something was off, I looked down at the floor and saw drops of blood. My hands began to shake and I began to pant, I was scared of what was happening.
I quickly made it back to the kitchen and dialed emergencies, they quickly came over and took me to the hospital, nurses surrounded me with a doctor quickly doing the correct procedure.
I was frightened since this is the first time I'm going through all of this, I need Edward here but he's busy working! He just started working as an forensics accountant to make enough money for the three of us.
He's going to be so sorry once he sees that I am not home. "Miss can you explain to me what happened earlier." The doctor asked in a hurry when he saw more blood coming out of me. I told him everything and begged to him to save my baby, they all began to work on me and soon enough I fell asleep when they injected me with something.
I was still a bit drowsy but I had woken up and saw nurses outside the window from the room I was at, I had a needle on my left and a couple of blankets covering down my chest. "She's right her!" One of the nurses said until the door was pushed open and I saw Edward worried.
He raced over to my side and began to kiss my head, "I'm so sorry I wasn't here sooner, our neighbor told me where you were taken." Edward said panting hard probably from all the running he did, his glasses seeming to fog up a bit.
"What happened?" He asked looking down at me concerned.
I shook my head at him, "They haven't told me-" I stopped talking when a doctor came inside the room, their faces with a sad expression. No…I looked down at my dronsch when I saw that it was no longer round, I felt empty.
Edward pushed the sheets aside, nothing. We both stared and slowly up at the doctor. "What exactly happened?" Edward said in a cold voice.
"I'm sorry but we did all we could." The doctor began to give a real and raw explanation on what happened.
Due to malnutrition, being beaten, abused and drugged. Because of all those things I had to endure growing up, those are the consequences, my body isn't ready for such things and never will be. The doctor found out about my self harm too.
My body has become frail and weak, I'll never get to be a real mother and know the joy of raiding a family.
That's the reason why I could never successfully get pregnant or give birth. Now I know the harsh truth.
The doctor continued to talk until I noticed Edward still confused about all of this. "Where i-is the baby?" He muttered to himself.
I began to silently cry since we were both do excited for this, looking forward to have a proper family.
"This is their fault…" I heard him saying again.
"Edward.." I whispered his band and grabbed his cold hand.
"Where is it?!" Edward shouted and threw a couple of things that were near him on a table shattering them once they hit the floor.
"Mr. Nashton-" Edward continued to be irrational and began to throw things and hold onto his head. Security had to come in and get him out of here leaving me alone.
By the next day I was released. Everything felt so empty and miserable, it was still cold outside. Small droplets of rain hitting the window next to me, the apartment felt completely silent. I continued to feel empty and sick at myself, I stared up ahead at the room while my head was resting against the pillows.
We didn't have enough money for an apartment with two rooms so half of it would be shared with our baby, the crib now laying empty alongside the few decorations we had on the wall and bold letters spelling the baby's name, Emma.
I traced the scars I once had on my arms and tried to forget about the many awful times I almost bled myself too much.
Edward was now a changed man. A switch completely went on inside his brain, he had come in rushing with a few documents in hand claiming about the lied and a renewal. Blaming society and everyone for what they did to us. Edward became fascinated by this and chose a fake name to dig through some archives and his plan began to take place.
I continued to cry inside the bathroom until I felt frustrated with myself for showing emotions. I punched my hand against the mirror breaking it into pieces with a few shards slicing my knuckles. I winced a bit but ignored the pain. Edward needs me and I'll be helping him then, the Wayne's and everyone sore our lives.
My phone buzzed meaning a message entered. I carefully took it out and read a message from Edward.
'Will you do me the honor and deliver a package to Bruce Wayne?'
I can hear the teasing and laughter of his voice. So, he finished the bomb then? I stared at my phone for a second and quickly began to reply back.
'I'll be home around 4. I'll make sure to deliver it.'
I hovered over the send button. It if weren't for the corrupt people of Gotham, I..we would've been living a happy life. Bruce hasn't spoken much, but he alongside Alfred and Dory gave me a second life, I have a proper job that pays well and they care for me.
But I'm afraid that isn't enough. I quickly pressed the send button and I saved the phone inside my pocket, cleaned myself up and headed out with my head up high and a fake smile on my lips.
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Love Song for a Vampire Pt.33
Pairing(s): Edward Cullen x Wolf!Reader, Jacob Black x Witch!OC
Warnings:none
Words:3864
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You're awaken in the early morning hours by sharp taps on your window.
Unable to ignore them anymore, you groan and roll onto your side. You had summer school in four hours. What could possibly be important enough to ruin your good sleep? You'd certainly have to give an earful to whoever it was that woke you.
Pulling up the shades of your window you see Quil and Embry outside.
Reluctantly you open your window. "What are you guys doing?"
"He's here."
"They're here."
They both seem to talk at the same time. There could be many connotations to who they could be referring to. A member of the Volturi was the first to pop in your head before you whisper out "Who?"
Embry holds onto you with his warm eyes. "Evita's friends."
Friends. As in plural.
You shut the window without another word so you could hastily get dressed and join them. Scrawling a note and leaving it on the kitchen table, you explain to your parents in case they wake up before you get back that you would still go to school regardless of what was going on.
The three of you weave through the trees deciding to go the back way. At this hour, it would be odd for someone to find three kids running through the streets. Your phone had died which explained why you hadn't known the news as soon as it happened. Quil and Embry though received a text from Sam that called for immediate action. Anyone whom the wolves aren't familiar with had to meet the pack. This served to familiarize the newcomer's scent for future reference and also to check them out and see if they are trustworthy enough to even pass through our land.
A familiar aroma of magic makes your brain feel tingling. They feel it too as you notice Quil actually stumbles a little bit from the heady sensation.
As you got closer, you bumped into both Leah and Seth on their way as well as Collin who was tiredly rubbing at his eyes. No one spoke. Too excited and in a hurry to reach what Seth had once called HQ. Which for your pack it basically was. All pack and most elder meetings took place there.
The two newcomers sat on either side of Evita inside of the living room. A boy and a girl. They both appeared weary from their travels but have a hand on Evita's lap. Dieufel, who you guess is the boy, is hastily wiping his eyes with his free hand; uncaring of who spotted his stray tears. "She was a warm spirit."
They must have been talking about Letizia. The wolves remain quiet until the guests are ready to introduce themselves. Dieufel was the darkest of the three witches sitting on the couch and already you could feel wisps of power wafting off of him. Just sitting there his presence was an enchanting enigma.
Dieufel had to be in his early twenties, exuding an aura of both mystery and vibrancy. His eyes the color of deep onyx holds a glimmer of ancient wisdom that you'd never seen on a face so young. Thick, dark lashes frame his dark eyes that add a touch of allure to his already striking features. Short, dreaded hair like tightly coiled springs are dyed a lighter shade of brown. His attire seems to blend seamlessly with his persona speaking of his connection to both the modern world and the ancient realms of magic. He has quite the elegant speech pattern that reminds you a little of how Edward spoke. He was proper when introducing himself. "Thank you for taking care of Evita during this time." He'd turned to Sam to say. "For your good will, we will join your cause although it sounds like quite the dangerous objective."
Skin as rich and warm as the finest mahogany, Dieufel inclines his head toward the other female on the opposite side of Evita. With this action you catch the sparkle of a gold earring hanging from one of his lobes. "This is my cousin Nadege."
Good looks must run in the family. Nadege smiles brightly at everyone and stands, almost towering over even Sam himself. Her cheekbones were high and fine, emphasizing her large olive green eyes. Her hair gave off a dark purple sheen, weaved into complicated braids that you admire as she moves to enthusiastically shake hands with the perplexed wolves. Nadege greets everyone with a warm, heavily accented 'hello'. "We've flown so far to meet you all! Once Evita called, we took to the sky immediately."
A few members were perplexed by her overall bubbly attitude but smile. It was always a joy to meet non-volatile supernatural beings.
Her features were expressive as she goes on to lament "Oh we were terribly broken to hear that brise took our Leti from this world. You know it killed another one of us just last year too."
As if used to hearing his cousin's ramblings, Dieufel gently puts a hand on her arm to draw her attention. "Kouzen, kalme ou. You'll scare them off." This earns him a rueful glare from Nadege who apparently didn't like being interrupted.
Sam chuckles. "It's alright. The pack is glad to have you here as well. I'm sure Evita has caught you both up on our situation."
Dieufel nods. "Yes she did. Can't say I've ever encountered anyone from the Volturi specifically."
"I didn't even know who they are." Nadege pipes in.
He rolls his pretty eyes but overall ignores her little comments. She reminds you of a chirping bird. Turning to Evita, he adds "I learned about the Volturi when staying with your family. The traveling witch who had stopped for a respite told us about them. So much power concentrated like that is bound to lead to disaster."
Evita nods. "Yes. I have finished one ward to prepare for their arrival."
"I can tell." replies Dieufel as he eyes her still exhausted face.There's color back in her face but the blue, bruise-like shadows are still stamped underneath her eyes. Overall, Evita's energy is lower as well which would tip off anyone who knew he well enough. "And how many more do you need?"
It wasn't necessary to reply. From the sour expression Evita scrunches her face into, Dieufel learns that the quantity was more than three. He hisses out a sigh at the workload ahead but isn't angry. Of course he'll do anything for his adopted spirit sister. Plus Evita was young and still didn't have much control over her magic. She could only summon a small amount of it at a time. Not like Leti who would have been able to create two wards in one day though it would definitely debilitate her for the following week.
Nadege speaks more in that fast language you don't understand, nudging her older cousin with her sharp elbow. Her long, full lashes flutter when she narrows her light colored eyes at Dieufel. "We can make up the rest. Or are you weak?" She teases with a goading smirk and hands on her hips. Lips, dark and glossy, curl in a devilish upward flick. A few of the wolves chuckle at her boldness. Even Sam's body jerks in a silent laugh at their familiarity. A connection that was similar to the pack. Blood was not what tied them, but genuine respect and affection. It reminds you of the relationship between the older wolves: Sam, Jared and Paul. They were brothers in all but genetics. You considered them your own older brothers, guiding and protective.
A giggle leaves Evita and she leans against Dieufel's shoulder comfortably. The first familiar touch she's had in a while. You're happy for her and notice her face soften and finally relax. She must have been on edge since her sister left home.
"Of course we will help." Dieufel says with a lazy smile. He pats Evita's head and makes the top curls bounce in reply. "But I don't know their specific powers, like your Edward's mind reading." The last part is addressed toward you.
"He's told me. I can easily have him write down the members he knows and their special abilities. The Volturi will have many of them on staff." You remember Edward telling you that they've spent hundreds of years collecting vampires with special powers. And damn did you want to hope that maybe, just maybe, you'll be able to keep the Volturi at bay. They could be strong enough to keep them out forever. That would be too perfect. Your life had proved anything but perfect the past several months. You didn't expect it to be.
That makes the others of your pack bristle. What other powers could be out there that they don't know about? Mind reading and seeing the future had been quite the shock to many. Too much maybe.
Brady and Collin exchange slightly anxious glances, knowing that this kind of talk was feeling a lot like a preparation for war. Wolves they were, but baby fat was still evident on their faces. In about a month it would be gone, chiseled away into manhood. Sam would make sure in that time that they would be ready for battle if it called upon them. They'd been kept away from Victoria's army, but they wouldn't be spared from fighting the Volturi. Barely entering high school in two months, your heart goes out to them. At least you had been granted time to enjoy the beginning of your high school years. There wasn't much to enjoy but you could claim that it had been your own.
Dieufel ponders for a second before nodding. "Alright. What is the deadline?"
Wolves anxiously peer at one another. The answer wasn't ideal.
It made Nadege's eyes round from what Sam told them. Which was "Anytime now."
Credulously, Dieufel shoots his dark gaze at Evita who shrugs and speaks Spanish. Dieufel exchanges his own words in her native tongue and you could hear the worry in his voice. Evita switches to English when she notices several pairs of eyes on her. "Besides, we might have another pair of helping hands soon enough." At that, Evita flicks her eyes over to you. Now the pack's attention centered on you. You'd grown used to it by now. Being the one to freaking imprint on a vampire will do that to you though.
You address the room, more so Sam to fill him in. "Evita says Bella has potential to wield magic."
Jared and Paul are comically confused. "Bella Swan?"
Ignoring the whispers spread through the room, Sam uses his authority as alpha to bring people back to attention. Dieufel and Nadege look thoroughly impressed. When the room is once more quiet, Sam asks Evita "Is it possible for her to learn?"
Dieufel stiffly nods. "Yes. . . it's possible but I do not recommend crash courses in magic. More than anything it is an artform which one should take the most care with. Your intentions may be good but if you are not properly trained, it can blow up in your face."
"Bella can do it." Insisting and also wanting to have Bella's back, you tell them what Jake told you. How smart she was and even got a spot in the high school's AP sciences and math. "She really wants to help."
You never expect Leah to agree with you. "The very least she can do is try it out." Better yet, Leah looked Sam straight in the eye with equal determination. "This is her fault after all."
Sam does a good job not to gawk at Leah addressing him as she hadn't so much as looked at him since the whole Emily drama.
He takes Leah's interest seriously although he is suspicious about her motives. Silently Sam consents with a nod. "You're right. The least any of us can do is try. (y/n), can you get into contact with Bella? Or would you rather-"
He knew it may be awkward for you to talk to Bella considering you were the reason why her and Edward broke up. "I don't mind. I'll call her after I get out of class."
That way everyone could have a rest before the real work began.
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Leah was the first one to leave. She didn't know what possessed her to be so vocal about Bella trying her hand at magic. Maybe it was because she wanted Dieufel to look at her and really see her.
A fluke, she'd put it to when she first saw Dieufel. Of course she would be attracted to him, he was gorgeous and his eyes would make any woman envious of his perfect lashes. The speeding of her heart was just one of intense attraction.
This wasn't-this couldn't be imprinting. Leah refused to even compare it to what she was feeling.
In order to not rise any suspicion, she'd managed to keep her features calm . She couldn't let anyone else know. Wasn't the reason why they kept Jacob's imprinting a secret to protect Evita and not cause added stress? Damn. Why him? Why now? Leah felt her steady descent into mental decay. She felt raving mad.
Feet stumbling to the forest line, Leah runs for it. Home. She needed to get home. That was a safe place. At least it used to before her father died. Now she fell into one waking nightmare after another. Blindly groping in the dark for something to anchor herself to so she wouldn't be swept up in the void. Everything was out of her control. What little control she had. When (y/n) imprinted on Edward, Leah half worried that she would imprint on a blood sucker too. Her and (y/n) were anomalies among the all male wolf pack. Even in the wolf's history there had been very few female warriors who inherited the gift of the moon.
She'd prayed to whoever would listen that she would never imprint and lose that freedom in picking her own partner. Her heart wasn't healed yet from Sam. Being in any kind of relationship was not of importance to Leah.
Leaning against the trunk of a tree to catch her breath, Leah felt absolutely fucked. Everyone would know the moment she transformed thanks to the stupid pack telepathy.
You slunk back into your bed. You had two more hours before you had to be up and ready for school. Only a few more days then you could attend to the business of protecting La Push and Forks. Bella managed to get good grades all while dealing with murderous vampires. What was her secret, you wonder to yourself. Many of the wolves hadn't been so lucky.
There was no point trying to sleep. Meeting Dieufel and Nadege wired you up. You'd wanted to stay but were reminded that they too were tired from their travels and would need all of their energy. Fair enough. Amped up like when you first met Evita, you suppose it's the magic of their being that energizes you so.
When the time came, you grabbed your backpack and let your dad drop you off at the rez' high school. You did your best to try and pay attention. Someone simply wouldn't let you though. Embry was just as excited as you were about the new arrivals and all the 'cool shit' they would do. Several times the both of you were hushed by the instructor forced into school as well. From years of goofing off in class, you and Embry were masters at passing notes subtly that neither of you were ever caught. He wrote of his doubts that Bella could actually do magic like them. She was the most helpless thing out there and to think that she had power all along was a little more than upsetting to him. But how could she have known though? You argue back. This back and forth helps to pass the time until you're both racing out the doors, grateful to be done for the day.
You wouldn't waste time stopping by your place to drop off your backpack. Embry followed your line of thinking and keeps pace with you. During your snack break that they allowed you, you'd texted Bella to meet you at Sam's. She'd replied that she'd be there. A quick text had been sent to Edward as well to keep him up to date on what was going on. He said he'd let Dieufel and Nadege settle in before bombarding them with his own family.
Neither you or Embry were expecting to find the tribe elders lined up at Sam's front door. You frown looking from one withered face to another. They looked upset. Sam was bravely facing off against them, keeping his voice level so you couldn't hear the words exchanged.
Paul pulls away from Sam's side to greet you. "Head in through the backdoor."
"What's going on with the elders?" Embry inquires while keeping his focus on the older men.
He grimaces and runs a hand through his short black hair. "They don't like the idea of three witches here. They're worried that the magic they're doing will attract more outsiders. More danger for everyone else."
Not allowing you to say anything else, Paul ushers both of you around the back of the house and through the screen of the back door. It led into the cozy but cramped kitchen where Quil was already there with Seth, Brady, Colin and Nadege. The boys were completely enamored with her, that was clear. And you wouldn't blame them. Like her cousin, Nadege was stunning and her personality added to her overall attractiveness. She was friendly and laughed without restraint at something Quil had said while placing an innocent hand on his forearm.
You notice Quil's ears turn a vibrant pink hue. Oh, he was smitten with the witch. He had a stupid grin on his face that was painfully obvious. The second hand embarrassment wasn't too bad since Nadege didn't seem to notice. When she saw you, her eyes crinkle and attention now directly at you. "(y/n)! I don't think I got to meet you before! Evita told me about you." Okay, maybe you were a little smitten with her too now. She was just so warm and pretty you couldn't help your brain going stupid in front of her.
Was this part of her magic? Maybe it was just her natural charm over people. Her reactions appear genuine though.
"It's nice to meet you too." You earnestly grin. She was such a warm person.
"I was just telling your pack brothers how Dieufel and I flew all the way over here. They weren't aware we were shapeshifters too!" She chuckles and you notice her prominent dimples.
"R-Really?" You'd never another animal shape shifter before. Surely Evita would have told you.
She nods. "While our family has always had magic in our blood, we also have another advantage. From as far back as our lineage goes, our ancestors have been able to turn into red-tailed hawks. Much like your own wolf warriors, our animal forms are larger than the actual species."
You were baffled. That was definitely something worth mentioning from Evita. A reminder that the world was so much larger than you could ever imagine.
Brady was beyond thrilled at the information and looked damn near giddy at the prospect of the great big world you were living in. They didn't see the potential danger that you and the older members saw. With such a large world, there were bound to be bigger creatures that could kill you. While you were definitely in recovery from your encounter with Xiomara, you weren't near cured enough to subdue the chill that seized the base of your spine and had you remembering those dark and evil eyes. They continued to haunt you, her claws were branded into your cheek. Three cruel lines that curve from the height of your cheekbone to the curve of your jaw. You remember your mother crying when she first saw them. The despair that she couldn't hide. She could have lived all her life without seeing the evidence of the reality you lived in.
If you were a better daughter. . .
No. You couldn't dwell on your own insecurities. You don’t have to keep going back to that place.
Going back to that vulnerable time with Xiomara did not serve you any purpose. You knew you had to move past that point in time although it was the one you held tightly in your memory.
A bit breathlessly you ask "Can we see?"
Nadege's smile widens; her limbs elongate and bones shift, her clothes become large as her body morphs to accommodate her changing form. Feathers sprout from her skin, first small and downy, then they grew larger and more vibrant with each breath she exhaled. Her arms stretch into wings adorned with fiery red feathers that blend with cream and brown feathers. Traces of her human self fade. The ground seems to retreat beneath her, and she instively spread her newly-formed wings, ready to take flight. Exhilaration washes over her as she looks down to you and the other boys. Dish towels flutter against the breeze she kicks up with her massive wings. She'd easily transformed into a majestic red-tailed hawk, master of the skies and dancer of the wind.
You're surprised how elegant she was, avoiding bumping into the ceiling fan and anything else that could get caught in her wingspan. She'd been beautiful in her human form; utterly breathtaking in her animal form. She shows off a bit, aware of the universal beauty she possessed.
"Forgive my cousin." Dieufel's voice comes out with a bit of a laugh to it. "She has always been known to be quite the bit of the showoff."
Hawk-Nadege shrieks at him and dives for his face but Dieufel easily reaches out and grabs her by her thin bird legs. She continues to half-hearedl thrash against his grip. It wasn't tight enough to hurt her but forbade Nadege from escaping his grip. She was more so annoyed than angry.
The spell breaks over Quil and the other young wolves as they blink away the dream-like filter that had been lowered over their vision.
Nadege's beak attempts to peck at Dieufel's cheek but he's aware of her tricks and keeps her at a distance. You can't help but laugh at how expressive Nadege was in her hawk form. The others, broken from whatever charm she had over them, bust out laughing.
You still couldn't believe how easily Evita and her friends merged into the pack. Already it felt like you had known them for years. They introduced so much more of the world to our small pack. Paul, from standing near them didn't even seem to mind the different knowledge that they brought with them. He laughs along with everyone else as the large hawk squirms and fights against Dieufel's hold.
In this light moment there was hope for the future. Something you desperately held onto. Hope would be your anchor.
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