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spooky-bunnys · 11 months

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I absolutely love how you write, it's so light and fresh, so genuine that it's a delight to read! I just love your profile ✨🖤🌸

It may be one of Edward Cullen x MaleReader! Edward leaves MaleReader when he meets Bella convinced that she was his true love but breaks her heart in the process, MaleReader is rude and charismatic at heart but it affected him so he just walks away from the cullens and moves on with his life falling madly in love with a man who later discovers that he is a demon who roams the earth in search of his own happiness and both come together for it. Both begin to love each other and join the Volturi for battle as spectators taking care of collateral damage and guarding the injured, both were a power couple in the Volturi coven. Edward just watches helplessly as his old love was more than happy with his new family and love.

Warning this is a slight crossover with Black Butler. But I hope you enjoy!

New and Better Family

Edward ANGST

(Name) had always been there with him. Through everything. How does he get repaid? Getting replaced. By a fucking human. A HUMAN OF ALL THINGS! He was done. (Name) was in his and Edward's shared room. Packing a bag. Emmett and Jasper stood in the door way. Trying to talk him out of leaving. Rosalie knew exactly how he felt and thought he deserved to leave if he wanted to. Alice?

"(Name) your over reacting! You should be happy!" (Name) ignored her. Continuing to pack his bag. Carlise was calming Esme down in his office. When (Name) announced he was leaving, Esme immediately tried talking him out of it. She didn't understand why he was so upset. She knew him and Edward were mates. But Edward kept saying he found his true mate. Then practically threw (Name) aside.

Zipping up the bag (Name) shoved the three out of his way running out of the room and out the front door. He left the Cullen's resident and coven. When he was far enough he finally felt it. The mate thread broke. He felt to his knees holding his chest. It hurt. But what hurt worse? Seeing someone you gave everything up for....give you up. (Name) growled standing brushing the dirt off him and headed back....home.

When he arrived back in Italy he felt broken. He knew how his father figure was gonna react to not only him coming home but....the fact that he let Edward do what he did. When he arrived to the castle the guards immediately bowed. The Vampire Prince returns. He quickly made his way to the throne room. Throwing open the door and throwing his bag at a random guard member. Throwing himself into his uncles arms.

Marcus upon seeing the broken mate string immediately held his nephew close. He knew the feeling all too well of losing a mate. Caius jumped from his throne about to march over but seeing his son cry in his brothers arms knew something was up. So he sat back down grumbling lowly. Aro looked confused but pleased that his nephew returned. When he went to ask something Marcus rose a hand to him.

When their hands made contact Aro's face dropped. Oh that stupid Cullen boy. He released his brothers hand and grabbed his other brothers arm leading them out of the room. Giving the two privacy. Caius began arguing about how he needed to stay by his sons side when Aro explained what he saw. (Name) catching Edward cheating. How Edward explained that Bella was his true mate. How he was tossed aside for a human girl. How his mate string is broken.

Caius saw red. He was ready to declare war against the Cullens. Ready to destroy the coven for how that boy and the seer treated his precious son like trash. Aro gently grabbed Caius's shoulders. "Wait brother. Before you do that give (Name) time to properly heal before trying to destroy those he holds close." Caius frowned deeply. It was true his son held some of the Cullens dear. He sighed and nodded. First thing he needs to do is comfort his son.

Upon reentering the throne room Caius saw how his son was asleep on Marcus. His power still amazed him. (Name) could sleep and eat like any human. But his vampire powers were more powerful then anyone the kings know. Which is why he was so special to the Volturi. Caius made his way over and carefully lifted his son into his arms. He nodded to his brother before making his way to his son's wing of the castle.

Once (Name) was in bed and covered Caius sworn revenge for his son. He never wanted to see his son like this ever again. He'd make sure those who broke him will pay. With not only their lives, but their happiness. Caius ran a hand through (Name)'s hair knowing it calmed him down. Once (Name) was better he'd introduce him to the new guards, his wife, and everyone in the Volturi.

It didn't take as long as (Name) thought it would to heal his broken heart. Being surrounded by his old and new family's love was something he was grateful for. It was when (Name) decided to leave the castle to feed did he find his true mate. A tall man with shiny black hair. Eyes that told a thousand stories. A smile that made him feel things Edward never did. And a touch that was more addicting then anything. (Yes. You are mated to Sebastian. Cause he's better then Edgelord Edward)

When (Name) told his family about his true mate many things happened. Aro was overjoyed knowing his nephew finally got what he deserved. Marcus was confused upon seeing the string which was uch different then anything he's seen but still happy for (Name). Caius. Well. He didn't react too well. Since (Name) had been sneaking out of the castle for nearly a year to be with his mate.

"What is the meaning of this?!" Caius roared. Seeing an unknown person all over his child. Caius was ready to rip his head off and burn his body and dance in the ashes. Marcus spoke up silencing everyone. "Truly remarkable." Upon seeing the confused faces around him he held his hand out to Aro. Who gleefully took it. And started laughing madly upon seeing the true mate string. But it was different. "Just what are you?" Aro asked speeding into the man's face.

The smirk on the man's face didn't waver. Only grew. "I am a Demon. I've been searching for love and happiness for centuries. Until I stumbled across little (Name) here." (Name) was shocked and hurt. His mate was a demon? Why didn't he tell him? The male stuck his hand out to Aro. Smirk still plastered on his face. "I'm Sebastian." Aro took his hand and frowned upon getting nothing from the male.

Sebastian smirked more seeing the frown. "Sorry to say this but your power doesn't work on me." Aro smiled. Seeing the statement as a challenge. Oh he liked this Sebastian. "(Name)? Darling what's wrong?" Everyone turned to (Name) who looked extremely hurt. "Why didn't you tell me you were a demon? I knew you weren't human and told you what I was...." Caius stood from his throne and made his way to the couple.

"Well. Maybe it's because there is a law against it." Caius threw out there. Hoping to cheer his son up. Which worked. (Name) nodded knowing that every species have rules. Caius then glared at Sebastian. "Well since you are the mate of my son I will introduce myself. I am Volturi King Caius. Father of (Name)." Sebastian then looked surprised before smirking broadly.

Sebastian dipped (Name) making him squeak. "Oh~ so your royalty? Well then this is gonna be fun." (Name) then growled and shoved him away blushing. "Stupid flirty demon." Caius smiled. He missed seeing his son so happy. He hoped nothing will damage their happiness. But sadly Caius had jinxed it. Cause not much later the Volturi received an invite to the wedding of Edward Mason Cullen and Isabella Marie Swan.

(Name) threw the invitation into the library fire. After spending decades together Edward refused marriage. Now a few years with a human and he gets married? (Name) was growling and cursing every word in the Italian dictionary. Sebastian chuckled and wrapped his arms around (Name). Bringing him to lay against his chest. Sitting them in (Name)'s favorite chair. "Aww what's wrong my angry prince?"

(Name) glared at him and punched him in the chest. Sebastian didn't react. (Name) frowned more before he sighed. "It's just...we spend a very long time together. I proposed every decade because I knew he wouldn't but he rejected me every single time!" (Name) threw his arms up. "Then some clumsy clown of a human stumbles into his life and he throws me away like I'm some animal carcus." Sebastian leaned into (Name)'s ear before speaking softly.

"Just imagine though. If he had agreed, we never would've met." (Name) freezes. He was right. (Name) didn't need that stupid Edgelord. He had Sebastian. Who actually loved and cared for him. "Why don't we get married?" (Name) stopped breathing. Did he hear that right? "What?" He asked breathlessly. Sebastian chuckled. Seeing his normal hateful mate speechless. "I said let's get married."

(Name) turned and looked at him. Trying to see if he was serious. Sebastian was. He as holding out a ring with a (size) red gem. (Name) smiled widely and threw himself more into Sebastian screaming out a yes. The kings (mainly Caius) broke the door down. Wondering what was going on until they saw the crying (Name) with a ring on his left ring finger. They each cheered (except Caius he roared at the Demon for not asking him permission before giving him his blessing).

The wedding was wonderful. Many covens and demons came. Including Sebastians son figure Ciel who gave one look at (Name) before nodding tell Sebastian "He's good. Don't do anything bloody stupid." (Name) knew the two were gonna get along greatly and even invited Ciel to move into his wing in the castle. To which surprisingly he agreed. After the wedding and helping Ciel moving into the castle, Sebastian and (Name) went on their honeymoon to England.

(Name) loved the sights and culture. Taking many pictures and grabbing suviners for his family. But sadly the honeymoon was cut short when (Name) got a call from a furious Caius about the making of an immortal child. When they arrived back to Italy (Name) headed straight to the throne room. Annoyed that his wonderful honey moon was interrupted. But his mood worsen upon finding out it was his ex that was responsible.

"I knew he was stupid. But I didn't think he was that bloody fucking stupid." (Name) had a slight English accent from his honeymoon which not gonna lie Sebastian was enjoying. Very much. "What makes you so sure that they actually did make an immortal child? I mean this is Carlise's coven we're talking about. He may let Edgelord walk over him but he wouldn't allowed him to break such a law." He had a point. That's when Aro rose a hand. "We have a witness young (Name)."

That's all he needed to know before smirking widely. Sebastian felt a lustful shiver run down his back. 'Oh the way that smirk looked on (Name)' he thought. Ciel who was in the throne room shot his a disgusted look. "Now isn't the time to get horny you stupid demon!" He definitely fit in the family. It didn't take long for the Volturi to gather their own witnesses. When they were ready they immediately headed out.

When (Name) arrived on the battle field, the first thing he did was make eye contact with Edward. Who looked extremely surprised to see him. Sebastian growled loudly and dragged (Name) into his arms. Holding him close and tight. Ciel immediately understand the situation stepped in front of him. Sending a hateful glare his way. Both Demon's eyes were glowing red with murderous intentions.

(Name) placed a hand on Sebastian's right cheek and another on Ciel's left shoulder. Letting them know he was fine. Both stood their ground. Edward looked heart broken. That's when Marcus gave his hand to Aro who laughed like a phsyco. "Ah dear Edward! Was throwing away your mate worth spending eternity with your blood singer. Who is in fact NOT your true mate?" Edward frowned and glared at Aro.

(Name) smirked and opened his mouth. "We should really be thanking him Uncle Aro." Everyone on the Cullen's side looked shocked at the reveal. "Oh? Why is that young (Name)?" Aro asked with the biggest grin on his face. He knew where (Name) was going with this. "Well. If he hadn't thrown me away I never would've met my true mate." The Cullen side froze. Jaws dropped looking at him is disbelief. "Or gotten the son I always wanted."

(Name) pulled Ciel close and smirked at them. Ciel blushed looking away. Sebastian chuckled. "That's a lovely speech darling~" Sebastian turned (Name)'s face and kissed him passionately making direct eye contact with Edward. As if to say "Stay away. He's mine now". Edward looked away hurt. When Sebastian released him (Name) immediately elbowed him in the stomach blushing madly. He had covered Ciels eyes and was now holding him close.

"But yes. Thank you Edward. Cause now I'm the happiest I've ever been and it's all thanks to you." Edward doesn't know why he was so hurt and jealous seeing (Name) wrapped in someone else's arms. Their bond had been broken. So why was he feeling like this? He didn't realize what it was until the end of the battle. Which he had surprisingly lost. Be he knew if he was against (Name) he'd lose. But what surprised him was how well he fought with his new family.

A family in which Edward had given him.....by letting him go stupidly.

#male reader #x male reader #twilight #twilight x male reader #black butler #black butler x male reader #crossover

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goldeneyedgirl · 3 months

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@sonyawix 2/3 I think

YES, he does a little drawing of her once they've met properly. It's just a little outline sketch on a scrap of paper, but Alice considers it precious.

So what's happening with the Cullens... well.

The thing is in Anathema, Jasper has not been with the Cullens long. He spent decades just being Depressed in the Woods. He didn't get away from Maria til the mid-40s, and he didn't meet the Cullens until the early 60s.

And no, he hasn't seen Peter or Charlotte since the night that they fled. Which is why things with Peter are iffy at best. The last time he saw his very best friend, Jasper was going to kill him and his girlfriend. They probably hate him if they aren't dead.

He assumes that they are dead. Which doesn't help the depression.

So this version of Jasper isn't that housebroken. Forks is going to be his first time in high school ever. He's what Esme calls 'a lost soul'. The fact he now chooses to watch movies with them, play card games, and hunt as a family is a huge step forward, since he used to hide in the attic for weeks on end when he first joined them. No one is sure if he's attached to them, or if they're simply a life-raft he's clinging to.

Which means the way that Jasper approached Alice at the meeting was basically the Worst Case Scenario the Cullens could think of. None of the Cullens really know what to make of Alice before that moment, but all of a sudden Jasper isn't hunched in the background trying to forgettable. And that ever-present air of tension they can all feel has suddenly relaxed. Esme is watching him smile at this girl, and she's got this hope that maybe Jasper's not as broken as Carlise worries he is.

So of course, they get home, and Rosalie is going to lose her goddamn mind because Jasper nearly fucked up her favourite of their homes. He nearly ruined everything because he couldn't control himself. Edward's pacing and going over all the thoughts the group had, and Jasper is just miserable that he fucked up. Everyone is far more worried about the Treaty than anything else.

So it takes a couple of nights before anyone realizes that Jasper is sneaking out, and it's up to Edward and Emmett to confront him because they don't want to make it a Big Deal by telling Carlisle and Esme, and Rosalie is too upset to have a rational conversation with him - especially since Jasper tends to shut down entirely in front of angry, yelling women.

That's when the cloistering sort of starts. And it's less of a study and more of a book cave at this point.

You've got me outlining and plotting out this fic in the middle of hideous writer's block, so I'm pretty excited as well ;)

#my fic: anathema #jasper is just the weird eccentric in-law #that hides amongst his books and a few dismantled computers #he gets a little retconned backstory as a treat

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use-your-imagination98 · 8 months

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How I'd write Esme as a proper villain

GH scabs are free to take this because this "everybody props Esme" stuff is getting annoying. All the actors deserve better. And if you read all this, you are a SAINT

Have her memories be back/come back after another meeting with Heather triggers her repressed memories.

With her memories back, she wants revenge and makes a plan with Heather. This time her revenge is only at Spencer. She frames him for numerous crimes she commits and her big, final framing is of him r*ping her.

Trina with an assist from Laura and a newly returned Nik work to prove Spencer's innocence. Trina is able to find evidence that esme committed all the crimes and framed Spencer. She FINALLY gets to unleash all her anger on Esme.

Esme is arrested and Spencer is freed. Spencer stops waiting and finally proposes to Trina. Because of Portia's meddling ass, they run off to elope with Cam and Ava as their only witnesses. They get a romantic honeymoon.

Kevin, guilty that he could never save his brother, works on trying to save Esme thru prison bars. BUT when she asks him to help her remove Ace from Nik and Spencer's clutches by lying to a judge, Kevin refuses.

Esme is furious. She really believed that her uncle Kevin would help her no matter what. She breaks out of jail and attacks Kevin at his GH office (think Carter and Lucy's attack on ER)

Kevin is stabbed multiple times, but his biggest injury is Esme basically stabbing his throat.

Liz finds Kevin bleeding out and calls Laura. Laura, a returned Lulu (who woke up to believing it was 2006 {that's a whole other story haha}), Martin, Lucy, Mac and Felicia wait for TJ to finish operating. Nik calls Spencer, who is on his honeymoon, to tell him about Esme's latest crime and Kevin's condition. Spencer and Trina rush home to be at Laura's side.

Kevin survives, but he will never be able to speak again. Dante and Jordan find Esme and arrest her. Laura rushes to the PCPD to confront Esme. We get to see Laura finally tell Esme off (no more sweetheart here). Esme is jailed for life. But shows no remorse because she was able to take away something precious from Kevin like Ace was taken from her.

The entire next arc is Kevin slipping into a deep depression for losing the ability to speak forever and the family rallying around him. His ASL teacher ends up being his long lost son who falls for LuLu.

#gh #general hospital #take this scabs!#esme prince #Laura webber #Kevin collins #trina robinson #Spencer cassadine

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danviers · 2 years

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a study in alex danvers.

— basics.

▸ is your muse tall / short / average? average; 5′ 7 ″

▸ are they okay with their height? yes. her height gives her the advantage of agility while still being able to intimidate, and she can still take down humans and aliens much bigger than her. still, it smarts a little that kara is taller than her now.

▸ what’s their hair like? auburn / dyed red, just below jaw length, and then shaved into an undercut.

▸ do they spend a lot of time on their hair / grooming? generally no, unless a special occasion warrants a bit of extra effort. alex doesn’t like to waste time, but she’s always sure to look presentable.

▸ does your muse care about their appearance / what others think? she’d like to think she doesn’t care what others think, but that’s not always the case. she might not take an excessive amount of time to get ready in the mornings, but alex still cares about making a good impression.

— preferences.

▸ indoors or outdoors? outdoors ▸ rain or sunshine? sunshine ▸ forest or beach? beach ▸ precious metals or gems? precious metals ▸ flowers or perfumes? flowers ▸ personality or appearance? personality ▸ being alone or being in a crowd? a crowd ▸ order or anarchy? order ▸ painful truths or white lies? painful truths ▸ science or magic? science ▸ peace or conflict? peace ▸ night or day? day ▸ dusk or dawn? dusk ▸ warmth or cold? warmth ▸ many acquaintances or a few close friends? a few close friends ▸ reading or playing a game? playing a game

— questionnaire.

▸ what are some of your muse’s bad habits? stubbornness, recklessness, the tendency to sit with her guilt and self - blame and not let anyone else help carry her responsibilities, a slightly unhealthy relationship with alcohol.

▸ has your muse lost anyone close to them? how has it affected them? yes, alex lost her dad aged fifteen. though only presumed dead, until he resurfaced years later, losing him has always had a huge impact on alex. it compounded her withering sense of self worth and struggle to be perfect. it’s what bonded her to j’onn. it’s why she became her family’s protector. it’s why she puts everyone before herself, and why she joined the deo. kara’s safety had always mattered to jeremiah, more than almost anything; so over time, that became alex’s greatest priority.

▸ what are some fond memories your muse has? game nights with kara and the superfriends. meeting maggie, and then kelly. shooting an alien gun for the first time. the first time she and kara ever bonded. the moment she took up the mantle of sentinel. adopting esme. marrying the love of her life.

▸ is it easy for your muse to kill? no, but she has, more than once. alex has always had to make sacrifices, and that’s what a soldier does. it doesn’t make it any easier. she’ll never forget astra’s last moments.

▸ is your muse capable of trusting someone with their life? yes, but her trust doesn’t come easy. she trusts kara more than anyone. then there’s winn, j’onn, sam, maggie, kelly, james, lena, brainy, nia. there’s her mom. anyone kara would trust with her life or her secret, alex knows she can try to put her faith in too.

▸ what’s your muse like when they’re in love? goofy, sweet, and a hopeless romantic. alex can sometimes get too in her head about the things she could do differently / do better, but it’s no exaggeration to say that she will do anything for those she loves.

tagged by: @oftomorrow tagging: @glaemour, @heroheart / @lgbtcorp, @forthewinn, @cindburman, @icicle2 & whoever else wants to do this

#danviers ; headcanons #danviers ; dash games #; your fears don't define you. / alex

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strangerobin · 3 years

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Rue: Chapter 7 (Jasper Hale x OC Imagine)

He felt her long before she heard her.

The same old tugging in his heart, followed by this sense of knowing that she was nearby, coming right for him.

And in anticipation of her arrival, he staked his guard just outside the clearing of the house. He was soon joined by members of his family, Edward on his left and Alice on his right. Carlisle and Esme were not too far behind, on the veranda. No one dared move.

Then there was the rustling of the leaves, but in all reality they had heard her from miles away, deliberately making the largest of noises. Adeline emerged in all her glory, single handedly holding the carcass of a giant mountain lion which she clearly had drained already. With a flourish, she threw the carcass right at the foot of Jasper.

She always did have a flare for the dramatics.

“You wanted me right, Jasper Whitlock?” Adeline growled, her eyes were wild and her countenance hostile. Alice eyed her warily, unable to predict the other’s move and Edward flared his nostrils in warning, ready to lunge forward anytime.

Jasper held out his hand, gesturing for the two to step down. With his eyes still trained on Adeline, he took a step forward to come face to face with the girl.

"Adeline."

Adeline’s face broke into a wide feral grin, though her eyes were shinning like cold hard coals. “Well here I am.” Her hands flew rapidly in the air, gesturing to herself. “So quit your stalkerish behaviour and let’s talk like real grown adults who’ve been living for way too long.”

He kept his face impassive, trying to show her just how hysterical she was acting. “You’re being irrational now. No one here means you any harm.”

“Irrational? Me irrational?!” She echoed in disbelief. Before pointing a finger in his face, absolutely livid. “I don’t need this talk from you! I’m not the one who’s been following an innocent girl half the country, disrupting her peace! Driving her insane!”

“Really, all I wanted was just some answers, which last I checked were quite long overdue.” Jasper shrugged nonchalantly, while Adeline looked as if she were ready to explode the next second.

“You don’t come to my house and harass me and my siblings and then demand to be answered to just like that!” She spat.

“Then what should’ve I done then?” Jasper asked cooly, his frustration was slowly building as well.

“You might have asked nicely-”

“Asked nicely?” He couldn’t help the scorn in his laugh, but neither could he conceal the hurt he had been feeling. “Would you have cared to answer then? Instead of running away as if you’ve seen a ghost? When you were the one who’d ran away like the ghost yourself?”

That seemed to slap her in the face and Adeline spluttered for a moment before finally threw her arms in the air, in a tantrum.

“I don’t care what you want! Just leave me the fuck alone!”

“You know I can’t do that." Not now when I’ve finally found you after so long.

In the end it was this declaration that proved to be the last straw for Adeline. With a feral growl and lightning reflexes, she was lunging for his jugular. But she had not known that Jasper was just as prepared for the attack; he had years of experience in war and in the handling of newborns. With equally, if not even quicker speed he blocked the attack and launched a counter attack, thought not meant to be lethal, only to subdue his opponent. Adeline dodged it with poise and precision, and retaliated with another punch aiming for the solar plexus.

It became apparent in a matter of seconds that the girl was fighting to win, aiming for all the vulnerable spots of her opponent, she fought with grace and an instinct, as if she knew where and when the next blow would be. Jasper on the other hand was quicker and stronger, craftier. Despite the girl’s anticipation, she was no match to Jasper superior skills, and it soon dawned on her that she was fighting a losing battle. Jasper watched her eyes shift, calculating, no doubt trying to hatch a hasty retreat.

Not this time.

With a swift block to her kick from the left, he’d lunge at her, tipping her off balance, pinning her to the ground with his hand clasped around her delicate neck, face inches from hers, close enough to bite.

But her warm hand was on his chest, where his dead heart was.

They were locked in an impasse, neither willing to let the other go first, to admit defeat. Though if anything it was clear from the way the fight had gone down, Jasper had the upper hand right from the beginning and was going easy on Adeline. She was no match to his superior ability or skills and would’ve lost eventually.

The defeat left her livid. He could feel her piercing glare and the venomous loathing seeping under his skin. But he’d rather her hate him then be apart from her for another minute, and he was worried that the minute he loosened his grip, he would lose her once again.

“Jasper, let’s invite our guest into the house, shall we?”

Carlisle’s soothing voice broke the two out of their chokehold on each other. Adeline glared at Jasper again, finally moving her hand away only to slap away his clasp on her neck. She stood up in fury and without a backward glance, stalked into the house.

Yes. Yes. Yes.

She could see him in broad daylight now. They had fought and she had lost. He was no longer the same Jasper she had known all those years ago, not the simple farm boy who had courted her nor the charming Major she had watched climb the ranks of the Souther army. Here was the man changed, replaced by a monster, stronger, faster, who had honed and mastered his own weaponries over the last century.

There was no mistaking now, Jasper Whitlock was a vampire.

And it infuriated her all the more because how could he throw away all his human life and pleasures, after everything she had sacrificed for him?!

“Well?” Adeline barked impatiently as she turned to face the family crowding around her in the living room, more had joined seemingly from out of nowhere. There was the little one’s family though she herself was absent; and then there was her woman from the bar in Minnesota hoovering close behind Jasper, as well as another two pair of couples.

“I haven’t got all day.” She snapped to no one in particular.

The leader, stepped forward to stand next to Jasper. Blonde hair carefully swept back neatly, in a tailor made suit. Adeline spared a glance at her worn out sweater and jeans and momentarily felt ashamed for her own tardiness. “I don’t suppose we’ve all formally met. My name is Carlisle Cullen, this is my family. From my understanding, Jasper and you have been long acquaintances-”

“Fair enough.” Adeline muttered, eyeing the latter who was quietly observing her severely in return. Oh how she wished she could gouge those golden orbs out.

“Esme here.” Carlisle now gestured at the honey blonde close to him. “She’s my mate. The others are my children, Edward, Bella, Rosalie, Emmett and Alice. Only Alice and Jasper are not my direct or indirect sires, they joined the coven voluntarily.”

That caught her attention and Adeline shot another glance at Jasper. So then, this well-spoken gentleman was not the one who had turned Jasper then. She wondered briefly who the culprit had been.

“And no doubt you’ve already met Renesmee, our youngest. She is Bella and Edward’s child.”

Adeline trailed her eyes onto the couple. Edward was scrutinising her reaction while Bella shifted uncomfortably. “You had the child before she was turned?” She directed her question towards the man. “How very rash.” And stupid. Adeline thought to herself.

She did not miss the small frown on Edward’s face.

“We did not know then, that I was… that we were capable of making a baby between a vampire and human.” Was his guarded reply. “We had never met another hybrid before it. And we paid the price with the Volturi.”

“The Volturi came for your child?” That piqued her interest.

“Yes.” Edward nodded. “We barely avoided conflict and a bloodbath.”

Well, that was interesting information. Her fury at Jasper momentarily set aside, Adeline stopped to process this new piece of information.

“What did you say or do to have them off your back? Because I can’t imagine them being all too accepting with the news. Especially if they’ve never met or seen a hybrid before. They’d be wary of it and keen to destroy before word could spread.”

“There’s a coven of hybrids in South America.” Alice, the girl from the bar butted in with her shrill little voice. “Jasper and I managed to track them down and we were able to learn of the basics of your kind. They had to leave when they couldn’t find another threat.”

Adeline's brows shot up in surprise. “There’s a coven of hybrids in South America? What of them now then?”

“We aren’t sure.” Carlisle finally answered after a moment of silence. “But we have our own speculations.”

“No violation of the sacred laws of the Volturi will ever go unpunished.”

Adeline’s thoughts unconsciously wandered back to her father as she mulled over Carlisle’s words thoughtfully, a hand over her chin. A breech in the laws… Punishments…

“What of you then?” Edward’s question roused her from her thoughts and back to the present.

“What of me?” Adeline echoed in feigned innocence.

“Your maker.” Edward was looking at her squarely in the eye. A hint of hostility lingering at the back of his voice. “Last I remembered, you were quite adamant that my daughter was not to trust her own makers. I can’t imagine why.”

Adeline felt the corner of mouth twitched in annoyance. What a petty, narrow minded man he was. “Well I’m sorry but not everyone lives a sequestered, pampered life like you do, Mr Edward.” She flashed him a wide fake smile. “And no, I'm not interested in divulging in my private life with the likes of strangers.” As if she was going to tell them of Father and her siblings. Although she hated one half of them and felt indifferent towards the other half, there were still a few precious ones in her family she would wish to keep safe. She didn’t quite trust the Cullens enough, and certainly not Jasper, to reveal too much of her private life to them. There was no guarantee that the Volturi would be kind for a second or third time. There was no guarantee the family did not have any ties or agreement with the Volturi.

She was engaged in a heated stare off with Edward when she glimpsed Jasper fighting to keep his face stoic.

“What?” She snapped. “What’re you smiling at?”

“You know, Adeline. I would hold my thoughts closer to myself if I were you when Edward’s around.” Jasper was evidently trying and failing to suppress a smirk as the corner of his lips tugged upwards. “He’s a telepath.”

Adeline snapped her head towards Edward so quick she thought she was giving herself whiplash. She felt herself blanched as she thought of all the things that Edward would now know before resolutely slamming a mental wall over her mind.

Motherf- She had been duped! Again! This was a trap all along! And in coming here she had willingly fallen headfirst into it like a moth to a fire!

With a frustrated growl, Adeline turned and stalked straight out of the house.

She should never have come!

“Adeline. Adeline.”

She kept striding forward, ignoring Jasper’s voice even as it followed her, getting closer and closer until he was close enough to grab her by the arm.

“Adeline!”

“What is it that you want?” Adeline hissed still fuming, as she pulled her hand away from his grasp. “I came because I thought you wanted to talk like real adults. But I guess that was never your intention!”

“Adeline, you know it’s never my intention to harm you.” He sighed in response.

“You didn’t have to stalk me, and certainly not my sister. She was innocent.”

“And you know you wouldn’t have come on your free will if I hadn’t done that.” Jasper murmured, somewhat akin to a wounded puppy. For a split second she thought she had a glimpse of his guilt but she wouldn’t let it cloud her judgement. She was supposed to be angry, and she had every right to be so.

She was not the perpetrator in this.

Or so she convinced herself.

“Look, fine. You got me.” Adeline threw her hands up in resignation and sighed. “I’m a hybrid, my father is a vampire, all my siblings are half vampires. I’ve been alive since 1789; I was a hybrid when I met you, I’m still one now. Does that satisfy your question?”

“Why did you leave?” Jasper eyed her cautiously, wary of her sudden forthcomingness.

“I left because I wanted to.” The lie rolling out of her mouth was surprisingly so much easier than she thought it would be. “There’s no deeper meaning in it than that.”

“Bullshit.” Jasper growled dangerously.

Adeline feigned annoyance and shook her head with a sigh. “Sometimes the truth is just harder to accept, Jasper.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“It’s not up to you to decide.” She looked away then and heaved another sign.

There was a heaviness in the air and it made her squirm uncomfortably. For all the intimacy they had shared together all those years ago, it felt like they were two strangers right now. But they might as well be.

People change all the time. And for all that it may, she wasn’t the same girl Jasper Whitlock had courted a century and a half ago. She had long since buried her naivety and innocence in the passage of time.

She had become a stranger to him, just as he had become a stranger to her now.

There was no sense in any sort of rekindling of any kind.

“I think I’m gonna go now.” Adeline mumbled without even looking up.

“Wait.” She felt his strong hand on her wrist again, stopping her from motion. “Not yet.”

“What?”

She turned back, confused to see the new determination in his eyes.

“Aren’t you curious?”

“Curious about what?”

“Have you ever thought, how did Jasper manage to find me? How did Jasper manage to track me down? Because clearly you have some sort of instinctive self preservative and concealment ability and I’m guessing that it’s usually close to impossible to track you.”

“And?” She couldn’t see where this was going. Really, it was a waste of time.

“Haven’t you ever given thought to just what kind of beings possesses such an ability?”

“You’re wasting time talking in circles.” She declared.

“Come on darling.” She hated that knowing smirk on his face. It was equally becoming and also frustrating to look at. “Tick tock. Think.”

Adeline squinted at the man in front of her suspiciously. Just what in God’s name was he implying? What kind of being would be able to track someone down easily. The obvious answer would be: a tracker. But she knew this was not what Jasper was trying to get at given his specific veiled remark. So then… what?

“Especially when there’s a bond involved?”

That snapped her out of her reverie.

“I don’t believe you!” Adeline spluttered in indignation. “Bullshit! I… I’m not going to fall for that load of crap!” Jasper’s calm demeanour only spurred on her anger. “You’re suggesting a soulmate bond?! Impossible!”

“Calm down darlin-”

“Calm down?” Adeline echoed after Jasper, incredulous. “Are you… are you hearing yourself?”

“Yes I am.” The straight face he was giving her, it was just too much!

“Those things don’t exist Jasper.” She tried to implore, to talk some sense into that thick skull of his, which seemed to have grown in thickness since the last time they had met.

“You wanna bet?” He shot her a cocky smile, and her heart began to thump rapidly. Out of indignation, not excitement. She said to herself.

“You can bet your pretty little head that when I’m done I’m going to serve it on a silver platter!”

“You do remember that I know where your little sister is, don’t you?”

“Are you threatening me?”

“Come now. That’d be low even for me.”

“Fuck you!”

Oh that cocky smirk. Her rage was coming back on full now and Jasper had been doing nothing but fanning the flames of her anger every given chance. Some part of her mind, the part still capable of rational thought, nagged at her.

And why are you so irritated by the accusation?

Because this is incredulous. She thought to herself.

“Come on, darling. Prove me wrong.”

When she made no move to reply, Adeline felt a hand clasping around hers. And cold as it may be, the gentleness of the caress reminded her for the first time in a long while, of a time she thought had already escaped her all those years ago. She looked up at his tawny eyes, for the first time since their reunion, they held nothing but a vulnerability, a deep longing that came from a depth that she was afraid to venture in. She had to turn away for fear of drowning in those liquid topaz.

“Stay… stay for a month.” He continued to coax, soothingly, his voice like silk in her ears and she felt an artificial wave of calm trying to wrap around her. “Prove yourself right and prove me wrong. Prove that I’m an obsessive psychopathic lunatic who’s just been randomly pulling crazy ideas out of thin air.”

Adeline swallowed. This would be a very bad idea, this would be a very very bad idea. “What’s in this for me?”

“If I can’t convince you by the end of the month.” She watched him lick his lips, a nervous tick of his that only ever seems to emerge when the two were alone. “I’ll leave you alone for good.”

“Deal.” She found herself say in reply. Though deep down, there was a sense of wrong, that she had committed yet another mistake, had willingly walked into another trap of his. With her years behind her, if anything they should have taught her to be smarter, to be more level-headed and calculating.

So why was she agreeing to this crazy suggestion?

Adeline held his gaze searchingly for a moment. Finally forcing herself to speak, her voice momentarily caught in her throat.

“You’ve changed, Jasper.”

Him, changed? Jasper was surprised by the irritation the statement had stirred in him.

“How so?” He tried to keep his voice even, but there was a tremor in it, one he hoped Adeline would not catch ahold of.

“You…” He watched as she frowned inwardly, searching for the right word to say. “You didn’t used to be so… so manipulative.”

That struck a chord in his heart.

“You’ve set traps for me at every turn.” The accusation was salt on his wound and it stung so badly. But she was not entirely wrong.

“You got to do what you got to do to survive in my world.”

“Your world?”

“Yes, my world.”

He suddenly felt an unsalvageable gulf between the two of them. Adeline was right, he had changed, by the Civil War, by Maria and his bloodlust filled life. Life had forced to him to be ruthless and militaristic, to exploit every little weakness his opponents had, to manipulate every emotion exuberated. Life with Cullens had softened him considerably, but he had not lost this skill he had honed over the century. And in times of need, the Major in him always resurfaced.

“But can you say the same for yourself?”

Adeline had changed too.

He scrutinised her pretty face closer, searching for some semblance of the lover he had lost all those years ago.

She had once compared him to the different intervals of the day. He was the afternoon, warm and welcoming, when the sun was just right, when the sunlight wasn’t too harsh and the warmth from it shrouded one in a blanket of sleep. And he had compared her to midday, when the sun was at its highest, when the light was intense and at its strongest.

Now the light seemed to be gone from her. She was a new moon, when even the light of the moon had spun away, hidden in the dark night. And he realised how little he knew of her just as she knew nothing of his. What had happened to have taken away her sun?

He watched as Adeline frowned before moving away uncomfortably under his intense gaze.

An air of hesitancy shrouded around Adeline, growing stronger by the minute. No doubt their conversation had brought great unease to the girl now; for the first time, the two of them realised just how little they know of the other. Of all the changes the other had gone through since their breakup.

And it seemed that, neither was quite willing to let the other in.

With the loss of innocence, it wasn’t near impossible for them to bare their soul and heart to the other in a heartbeat, without scruples.

For fear of more injuries, for fear of ripping out new wounds amongst old scars. For all the shame they had gone through in the years since passed.

“We’ve all changed.”

But the final verdict seemed wronged, and it aroused in him a sense of dissatisfaction from the depths of his chest. Gnawing at him. It didn’t feel right, he hadn’t intended to push her away even further when he lured her here. He had wanted to reconnect with her, to rebuild whatever was lost between them. To pick up from wherever they had departed.

And it only seemed to distance her even further away.

Jasper frowned in distaste and turned towards the house again.

“Come. I’ll show you to your room.”

#jasper hale x reader #jasper hale x oc #jasper hale imagine #jasperhale #twilight angst #twilight imagine

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therealvinelle · 3 years

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“By contrast, I can think of characters who resemble most other Twilight characters with a relative amount of ease.”

You put this at the end of an ask and was just wondering if you would please elaborate? Have a lovely day

(Anon is referring to this post.) Do you ever look at two characters, realize they have a few things in common, then blink, take a step back, and realize that they really do have an awful lot in common? That they're more or less the same person, only in different circumstances? The same archetype, at the very least.

I'm open to the possibility that you'll say no, @thecarnivorousmuffinmeta and I are strange people who see strange things.

All the same, here are a few examples.

Also, this contains spoilers for the animes Fate/Zero, Puella Magi Madoka Magica, and Revolutionary Girl Utena, as well as the play Vildanden, the book Candide, and the show I, Claudius.

Aro: Kiritsugu Emiya from Fate/Zero.

Kiritsugu is a highly effective assassin whose defining trait, and curse, is his willingness to commit any atrocity in the name of the greater good. His ambition is to save the world. Over the course of the series he sacrifices his father, surrogate mother, best friend, wife, and daughter, and treats everybody else like chess pieces. It will all be worth it when he has saved the world.

He is the opposite of Bella, who would let anything burn for the sake of her loved ones. Kiritsugu loves fiercely, but he will sacrifice that which is most precious to him with a steady hand.

Aro has that same ruthlessness combined with idealism. He sacrifices his sister and is willing to kill his only friend as well, to say nothing of the many other things he has done. He creates child vampires and will kill anyone who stands in his way. This is what he must do to gain and maintain power.

Aro and Kiritsugu will sacrifice anything and anybody if they perceive it to be beneficial to their goal, a goal they happen to share.

Also Aro: Claudius from I, Claudius.

Cladius is the emperor of Rome not because he wishes to be, but because the moment he steps off the throne, Rome will fall to pieces.

Aro did seek out the throne, Claudius very much did not. However, both are in the precarious situation where they can never leave their respective thrones. Rome would fall to pieces without Claudius, and the world would burn without Aro.

Also Aro: Voldemort in an AU where he won.

We're deep in la la AU land now.

But, Aro had to commit atrocities to get to the throne, we only meet him millennia later when his rule is secure. A post-victory Voldemort (and I here mean years and years and years have passed) would be a figure quite similar to Aro. A harsh, uncompromising leader, yet he’s been around for long enough to shape the world into what he wants it to be, people don’t remember that it was once different, and he is regarded as the distant, yet necessary leader.

Bella: Hedda Gabler from Vildanden.

Hedda finds out she's a child born of infidelity, and that her father no longer loves her. Wanting to win back his love she kills herself. Bella, too, has that utter lack of self-love, that willingness to sacrifice herself, and it’s all too easy for her to believe Edward never loved her. Both Hedda and Bella fail to understand there are people who love and would miss them

Also Bella: Homura Akemi from Puella Magi Madoka Magica.

This is not an obvious one.

But they both have that uncompromising drive to do anything and everything for the one they love, and by love I mean the one they fixate everything they are or have ever been upon. Homura, over the course of P3M, goes from wanting to use time travel to save everybody, to being content with saving only Madoka. She will destroy herself for Madoka in a very literal sense, seeing no worth at all in her own survival.

Give Bella a time machine and a timeloop where Edward always dies at the end, and she will go down Homura’s path.

Caius: Every warrior king ever. Ooh and he and Iskandar (again from Fate/Zero) have very similar vibes, although they're far from the same character.

Iskandar believes that kingship and leadership is not about being noble or virtuous or showing a good example to your people, it's about strength, conquest, and glorious victory.

Caius, I imagine, would heartily agree with that.

Carlisle: I love Carlisle, but there are Carlisles everywhere, especially in anime. Utena Tenjou from Revolutionary Girl Utena comes to mind in particular, though.

Utena begins her story as a righteous and brave girl who wants to be a prince. She wants this without quite understanding what it truly means to be noble, nor does she know what it means to save a person.

Her desire to save Anthy is especially this. Anthy is a traditional damsel in distress at the beginning of the story, and Utena is so eager to save her that she never takes what Anthy herself into account. She judges herself harshly for this failure, but comes to understand what it truly means to save Anthy in the end.

Carlisle has that same nobility and willingness to do good, he is the moral compass of those around him, but all the same he is hoodwinked and does not always know where best to thread. His rescue of Rosalie is a good example of this, he saw a young woman who’d been raped to death, and did the only thing he could to help her, only to learn this wasn’t what she wanted.

Also Carlisle: god, so many characters.

Shirou from Now and Then, Here and There. Suffers a ridiculous amount, but never loses his goodness and insists even in the most extreme circumstances upon the inalienable worth of human life.

Duck from Princess Tutu. Never uses violence or even powers to win against her opponents. She talks to them, finds out why they're unhappy, and wins through healing them. They become friends with her after.

Akane Tsunemori from Psycho-Pass. In a world where people’s souls can be calculated mathematically, Akane Tsunemori is objectively a good person, empirically proven to be incorruptible. That’s her defining trait, no matter what she endures she never loses her upstanding morals. The kind of person who wouldn’t succumb to the lure of human blood.

Just gonna drop the fact that Carlisle’s hair and eyes are the same color, Edward with his vampire sight notes that they’re only one shade apart. The guy is a misplaced anime character.

Oh, and Candide from Voltaire’s Candide. This is just a loose association, but “beautiful blond man travels the world, meets people who are over the top cartoonishly miserable (just... multiply Meyer’s backstories with each other and add 10. Victoria’s life + Rosalie’s life + Esme’s life + their mother is pushed off a cliff by dalmatians) but he carries on with a big smile, and eventually settles down with his found family of hilariously wretched people” gives me Carlisle vibes.

Edward: He's so many people and in so many different ways, oh my god.

He's a mommy's boy who cries because I'M A MONSTER - Buster Bluth. Arrested Development.

He thinks too highly of himself - Gilderoy Lockhart from Harry Potter.

He GOBs - George Oscar "GOB" Bluth. Again Arrested Development.

He appears normal to the outside world, yet there's a complete meltdown with incoherent rants, strong opinions about music, and strong disturbing tendencies towards violence he may or may not act on - Patrick Bateman from American Psycho.

He's weird about women, mother figures, himself, and violent. Creepy yet undeniably charming - Norman Bates from Psycho.

The way he regards Bella - strong Humbert Humbert from Lolia vibes. Replace "nymphet" with "singer" and there you go.

Really, though, with Edward, he is like these yet unlike them all. He’s... he’s a lot.

Emmett: Much like how Caius is a warrior king, Emmett is Frat Bro™.

Jasper: Clint Eastwood for reasons outlined in this post.

Marcus: Arwen after Aragorn inevitably dies.

A sad sad elf who's fading away.

Rosalie: Cordelia Chase from Buffy

Speaks her mind, no matter how brutal it is or how little people want to hear it. She does not forgive those who wrong her, she is proud, and most importantly, she is misjudged. Her beautiful appearance and bitchy veneer make her easy to dismiss, but once the going gets tough she is a deeply good person. She’ll make bitchy comments about watching your back, but watch it she does.

I also do this with ships. Aro/Carlisle are a great match for Dorian Gray and Lord Henry, if Lord Henry had failed to corrupt Dorian Gray and been delighted by that fact.

I have other examples, but they go weird places so let’s not.

TL;DR: I'm Miss Marple.

#long post #twilight #twilight meta #twilight renaissance #aro #carlisle cullen #bella swan #edward cullen #caius #jasper hale #emmett cullen #rosalie hale #marcus

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esmecvllens · 3 years

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Girl, first of all you beautiful and second of all, are you going to bless us with another one shot? Perhaps some angsty or nsfw stuff 🥺

ask and you shall receive! this is pure, disgusting fluff, because I’m love deprived. I guess slightly nsfw-ish?

What Esme liked most about her island was the freedom. Freedom to do whatever and whenever she wanted, to truly be herself, to love Carlisle loudly, without any mockery from the rest of the family. They had all the time in the world for themselves, and it felt refreshing, it felt good - Esme valued those lazy moments on her island more than anything.

Bright rays of afternoon sun reached the master bedroom and dazzled her eyes for a second. Laying on her stomach in their king-sized bed, she gently led her fingers along the soft pillows, the bed frame, finally, her palms brushed her neck, still subconsciously feeling Carlisle’s grip on her soft skin. She felt divine after the night, nothing but her husband on her mind, and she wished it could last forever.

Esme laughed and hid her face in the pillow, feeling a bit silly, but also the most heavenly. Her naked body shined in the hot bursts of sunshine, and the world was absolutely beautiful.

Carlisle walked out of the bathroom, and she raised her head immediately, brushing tangled hair off her face. A white towel he wrapped around his hips was holding on so loosely, Esme couldn’t help but wait for it to drop. She rested her head on the pillow and watched him, drawing her fingers along her forearm.

She had the sheets draped around her midsection - it didn't hide much, but it also didn't have to. Carlisle looked at her body with the same silent admiration with which she regarded him.

He stood in front of the mirror and ran a hand through his damp hair. Countless drops of water rolled down his back and soaked into the towel, leaving wet paths on his shiny skin. Esme watched him quietly, delighted with the subtle muscles drawn on his back and the way his skin glimmered with thousands of little diamonds. A century she’d spent by his side, yet sometimes his beauty still surprised her. She reached for her phone, laying on the bedstand.

“Turn around, please,” she muttered and snapped a picture of him when he did so. The kids would mock her about being the family photographer, but she just liked capturing the most precious moments. Her gallery was filled with pictures of all of them, but the majority of them showed her husband. She couldn't help it, and although no camera could fully capture the perfection of their vampire skin, she found it endearing.

Carlisle laughed and walked over to her with his arms crossed on his chest, and she sat up, her hair falling into her eyes. She turned to him to take a picture again, but her eyes found his instead. If her heart could lose its beat, it would. He stroked her cheek with the back of his hand, then laid a kiss on her head.

"Maybe I should have bought you a decent camera instead of an island," Carlisle leaned on the bedframes and smiled at his wife. She looked gorgeous, with her messy hair and naked body, reminders of a wonderful night. Carlisle flittered his eyes along her figure, her soft bosom, the subtle arches of her waist, her full thighs.

"Why not both?" she teased, placing fingers on his abdomen, running her palms along the muscles on his stomach. "Come back to bed, love?"

"I thought we were supposed to go for a walk. If I remember correctly, it was you who wanted to take a stroll."

"And we will, but later," Esme rolled her eyes and moved back onto the pillows, draping the sheets around her body again. There was no way she was going to get out of bed anytime soon. Carlisle laid on his side of the mattress, resting his head on the bedframe, and Esme slipped under his arm; he placed his hand on the arch of her spine. She felt his fingers brushing down her back, slipping under the sheets.

"We should move here," Esme said with her voice dreamy and soft, and he laughed, cuddling her close to himself. "I'm serious. Let's just live here."

"Love, I give you maybe a week before you start missing the kids too much and we have to go back."

"I don't know what you're talking about," she muttered and sighed when his hand found its way into her hair, coiling the soft strands between his fingers. "I don't know any kids, silly."

"You called Rosalie while I was taking a bath," Carlisle teased her, and she tucked her face into his chest.

"She called me! I can't help it if she misses me."

"No," he grinned. "I suppose you can't. And what did she want?"

"Oh, nothing much," Esme let out a sigh and traced her nose along his jawline. "Just to chatter. I told her that I can't talk for too long, though. I'm busy."

"With what?"

"My husband," she grinned and sat up, joining their lips in a slow kiss, the sheets she had wrapped around her stomach fell down again. She saw Carlisle's eyes flittering over her body, and when she felt his hands on her thighs, she knew they wouldn't go for a walk for a long time to come.

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#honestly idk what this is #but i want to have this #if there are any girls or vampires who want to mess around with me on a private island hit me up #twilight #fanfiction #weronika writes #carlisle cullen #esme cullen #carlesme #twilight fanfiction #im working on smth longer but in the meantime #i present you this

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Esme Eliza Fairfield Graham

" I've looked death in the eyes, felt its embrace, kissed its icy lip, yet I didn't fall under its spell. I stood my ground and fought to stay alive."

Esme is the youngest and last child of Hortencia and Francis before he passed away a couple of years later. So despite being a Fairfield, Esme feels closer to the Butterworth children.

Sorted into Ravenclaw during her Hogwarts years, Esme was an avid reader and enjoy writing poetry about fantasy creatures and places. She was part of the Wizard Chess club and the Frog Choir. Had an aptitude for the CoMC, charms, and Alchemy.

In her CoMC classes she discovered an interest for the tiny flying creatures - Doxies, Pixies and Faries - and decided to specialize in that after she was done with school. She would study their venom, behavior, reproduction, the use of their part as ingredients and wandlore, and how to deal with them in cases of infestation, even producing a better version of the antivenom available at the time. (Several of her studies were later used by Newt Scamander in his own research.)

Esme married, soon after Hogwarts, her Hogwarts bestfriend and sweetheart, the Gryffindor, Jonah Graham. He also went into Magizoology, but as a Ministry Official, specifically in the Troll Patrol at the Beast Division. Not too long after their marriage, Esme fell pregnant of their only daughter, Melissa. Unfortunately, about two years later, Jonah was killed trying to protect Esme.

Sander Fernwall was a fellow housemate of Esme but knew her from their young years, and was completely obsessed with her, went as far as giving her a love potion spiked tea, which made her infatuated with him for a total of one day until Jonah noticed and took her to take the antidote. After that they never spoked again despite his attempts at apologizing.

Despite the silence, the distance, then later her marriage to Jonah, his obsession for her never subsided. When one day, completely drunk on firewhiskey, he apparated by their house and attacked them with the intent of having them and himself killed. But neither of them would go doen without a fight, especially considering their daughter's life was at risk.

Long story short, Jonas is fatally hit by a Confringo spell, and as Sander realizes she has no intention of giving in or killing him once and for all, he decides to run away.

Except after a week of grieving and her family hunting for Sander, Esme finds out Jonah left behind a print of his soul, meaning he decided to become ghost, despite know this would trap him forever, he just couldn't leave and without watching his son grow. As happy as she is to have him 'back', she knows it'll never be the same, never touch or feel his warmth again, never grow old together, never have him taste her recipes, and - as much as the thought shames her - feel as if she won't be able to be with somebody else since her dead husband is a ghost that'll hunt her until she dies.

It's complicated.

Esme can be very vain and spoiled sometimes, considering she was the youngest of the Fairfield children and very pretty since a young age. Despite that she has charm that drives people in and is great at making people feel special.

But much of her personality changes after that tragedy, she had lost her father, but was far too young to remember much of him, losing Jonah and losing her sense of safety and stability, rocked her world in a way her essence couldn't remain the same.

Very easily butts heads with the Butterfield side of the family since the younger girls were getting the attention that was almost exclusively hers, and also, as she grows older, she fails to place her under her so precious Ravenclaw-like order.

After Jonah's death, even after he returns as a ghost, she decides to sell her house to go back to live with her mother and dedicates most of her off-work time to taking care of Melissa.

Her relationship with Monroe was never the closest, to be fair her little sister always creeped her out a little with her constant enigmatic expression and silent ways. She's not completely opposed to her being sent away but feels guilty for encouraging her mother in this idea, that guilt growing even stronger after they find out Monroe does actually have powers.

Monroe ends up having a better relationship with Jonah's ghost than her own sister.

#esme fairfield #jonah graham #aesthetic #hphl oc #oc description #this one came out long #despite not being as excited about her as I was about the others #hogwarts legacy #also I hate how this moodboard turned out ugh

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newbrn-moved · 4 years

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tagging: @monstyres (riley) , @rosefromdeath @eclipseloved @rivalrus @butvic @brideblooded @arachnidfangs

— BASICS.

▸ IS YOUR MUSE TALL / SHORT / AVERAGE ? Short.

▸ ARE THEY OKAY WITH THEIR HEIGHT ? It makes it hard to reach anything on a high shelf but otherwise she doesn’t mind it.

▸ WHAT’S THEIR HAIR LIKE ? Bree cut her hair just after joining the Cullens and dyed most of the length an ombre teal. After a couple conditioning treatments, it’s soft again but due to her natural texture, her locks have some curl and wave to them.

▸ DO THEY SPEND A LOT OF TIME ON THEIR HAIR / GROOMING ? Only when she has to maintain the color. Otherwise she just brushes it out with her hands (brushes make what frizziness she has worse).

▸ DOES YOUR MUSE CARE ABOUT THEIR APPEARANCE / WHAT OTHERS THINK ? Bree doesn’t have a lot of opinion on her appearance. She bathes and shows and cleans her face and brushes her teeth, but she doesn’t usually wear make up except to cover the shine of her skin if she absolutely MUST go out in the sun. But in terms of what she WEARS, Bree doesn’t put a lot of care or consideration and just wears what’s comfortable. Alice usually tries to help convince her to wear otherwise.

— PREFERENCES.

▸ INDOORS OR OUTDOORS ? ▸ RAIN OR SUNSHINE ? ▸ FOREST OR BEACH ? ▸ PRECIOUS METALS OR AND GEMS ? ▸ FLOWERS OR AND PERFUMES ? ▸ PERSONALITY OR APPEARANCE ? ▸ BEING ALONE OR BEING IN A CROWD ? ▸ ORDER OR ANARCHY ? ▸ PAINFUL TRUTHS OR WHITE LIES ? ▸ SCIENCE OR AND MAGIC ? ▸ PEACE OR CONFLICT ? ▸ NIGHT OR DAY ? ▸ DUSK OR DAWN ? ▸ WARMTH OR COLD ? ▸ MANY ACQUAINTANCES OR A FEW CLOSE FRIENDS ? ▸ READING OR PLAYING A GAME ?

— QUESTIONNAIRE.

▸ WHAT ARE SOME OF YOUR MUSE’S BAD HABITS ? Doesn’t look people in the eye often, even when she’s talking to them. She wrings her hands when she’s nervous.

▸ HAS YOUR MUSE LOST ANYONE CLOSE TO THEM ? HOW HAS IT AFFECTED THEM ? Bree never much becomes close with anyone, the only time was with Diego that one day during her time in the newborn army. Even then, they weren’t all that close but he was at the same time all she had-- up until a couple days before they started heading toward Forks she had never even spoken to Fred. Losing Diego -the only person who had been kind to her, and the only person who wanted to talk to her- devastated her. It was enough that in the peak of battle, it made Bree lose her will to live, or to fight to live. Between the Volturi leaving and joining the Cullen family, she hasn’t had much time to actually process the death of him but when she does, she grieves. It’s mostly a guilt that wallows up inside, over all the things they could have done different, and a despair that of course, the only good thing to happen to her out of all the shit is gone. She finds little comfort in the Cullen family during this time, since everything is so fresh and new and they are mostly occupied with Bella’s wedding then baby and transformation. The grief ends up blending into a thick black mess of all the other things that are happening at the same time that she’s forced to process--- so she never ends up coming to terms with it much internally. She’s only ever forced to face it as a blunt fact without much closure.

▸ WHAT ARE SOME FOND MEMORIES YOUR MUSE HAS ? She has very few memories from when her mother was present, before she “left” and most of them have blurred out. The most clearly she can recall is her mother reading her The Giving Tree at bed time. As a teen, she hates that story but she can still somewhat vaguely recall the tenderness her mom treated her with when it was read out loud.

▸ IS IT EASY FOR YOUR MUSE TO KILL ? It is terrifyingly easy for Bree to kill other humans, at least for the feed. In the army, humans weren’t people anymore. They encouraged the idea that humans were now just food to hunt and kill and drink from and as a newborn it was easier not to fight that idea because the thirst was so powerful, so intense, it didn’t leave any room for guilt or empathy. Bree described herself as “shutting off her brain” when it came time to hunt. She becomes predator and erases all feelings of guilt and fear and sadness, and lets the thirst take over. When she joins the Cullens, a lot of this begins to get brushed off and she remembers humans have value, that they have lives and hopes and dreams. It helps keep her from wanting to feed on humans again.

▸ WHAT’S IT LIKE WHEN YOUR MUSE BREAKS DOWN ? It’s quiet and withdrawn. Even in her grief Bree tries to take up very little space, tries not to make a show of it or draw attention. She’ll bite and cry into her hand to avoid making noises, or into her shirt and holds herself (she doesn’t count on anyone else to do it for her).

▸ IS YOUR MUSE CAPABLE OF TRUSTING SOMEONE WITH THEIR LIFE? Yes, but it takes an enormous amount of trust. In case of the Cullen family, she had very little choice but Carlise and Esme saved her life and she is very aware of the fact she trusts them with her life every day she stays with them.

▸ WHAT’S YOUR MUSE LIKE WHEN THEY’RE IN LOVE ? Bree has no experience with love before Diego and this is a stretch to say, since I don’t consider them having been IN love... I don’t think it was possible to have escalated that fast when they only knew and talked to each other one day. I believe Bree had become infatuated with him and vice versa-- it was puppy love. He was the first person to treat her like someone of value and with kindness in YEARS. She suffered abuse and neglect her whole life and then came along someone who for the first time besides Riley, had conversations with her. And unlike Riley, Diego treated her with compassion and humanity- he made her laugh and appreciated her intelligence and encouraged her and invited her to think and criticize which is millions more than anyone else in the army. In love, though, Bree doesn’t change who she is, but she becomes more open. Sadly she will put the other person ahead of herself, whether it is their needs or their safety. She will become a little more tactile and willing to touch, but otherwise it will depend on the person.

#headcanon

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stewartsjaymes · 4 years

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marci reads midnight sun (stephenie meyer)

review below. spoilers alert.

midnight sun has a meaning that no word in the dictionary can express. Twilight was not the first saga I read in my life, but it was, for sure, the one that defined a milestone of the importance of literature for me. I clearly remember the 14 year old Marcela reading in 2008 the leaked chapters of the book and feeling pure euphoria in knowing that her favorite story had the point of view of her favorite character. cut to next scene: Marcela, now 25, discovering that the book she dreamed for YEARS would finally be released. the nostalgia and the pure love that I felt... simply a moment that I will cherish with all my heart. and I felt the same reading it I decided to read MS intercalated with Twilight because I hadn't read it in many years and I was afraid of losing some detail due to forgetfulness. it was two days that I simply left orbit and transported myself to the most wonderful place in the world: a fan’s world. I knew that, regardless of the final result, I would like the book (by its meaning to me), but Stephanie Meyer gave us a MASTERPIECE. I believe that with the main saga and the films, we got to know Edward a lot, but what MS brought was another layer of complexity not only from him, but from the rest of the Cullen family, which could have been explored MUCH BETTER in the story overall (it‘s understandable, however, to have been done as it was, since Twi is narrated by Bella). the spectrum of emotions that Edward goes through in this book for falling in love with Bella is one of the most beautiful things I read. I thought everything was well built and at an acceptable pace (I'm not a fan of those stories in which the person falls in love in one day). my favorite point of the book was getting to know the Cullens, who have always been my favorite part of the saga (besides beward, of course): seeing Esme's unconditional love, Carlisle's good spirit, Alice's anxiety to be Bella's friend, Jasper's care, how Emmett is with his family and how Bella's “lack of love” for mortality and human life affects Rosalie. all this in a delightful depth to immerse yourself in the chapters of events that we already knew (with Bella's POV) and the new ones. my favorite moments in particular: - Edward and Emmett helping Angela and Ben (seriously, BABIES) - Edward playing an imaginary piano in the car while listening to music 🥺 - Rosalie swearing at Edward 39293x mentally - ALL of Esme's thoughts (seriously, too precious, man) - Jasper's gradual strengthening in the book, from starting the story by being discredited and observed to genuinely worrying about Bella (his relapse in NM becomes more painful after reading his despair at losing Bella at the airport) - THE SCENE WITH THE CULLENS GOING TO THE BALLET STUDIO!!!!!! - how Alice produced all the evidence to make Bella's fall story believable (and all being told by her sight in Edward's head 💛) - Edward praying for Bella 🥺 - Edward's thoughts at the hospital with Bella (after James's attack) and about Jacob at the dance.... fully connected and opening a BEAUTIFUL door to tell> at least< NM under Edward’s POV.

finally, the wait was worth it because, with MS, I managed to feel that I was reading the story as a whole for the first time, even though it‘s a 15 years old saga. I confess that this review does not even represent 10% of everything I found and felt while reading MS, but - as I said - words fail in this specific mission for me. so I end with this: thanks stephenie. it was and always will be a privilege to follow this story. here’s to more 12 years of waiting! 🌻

#m: twilight saga #marci's thoughts about some fucked up story #marci reads #midnight sun #I loved this book holy shit #edward cullen escravoceta total porra

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goldeneyedgirl · 3 years

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JaliceWeek21 - Day 7: No Dialogue: This Time

Is... is this what organisation feels like? Having a fic ready to post?

Kayla wanted more Divorce Jalice, which I haven’t posted outside of Discord yet, but this is basically a snapshot of their reconciliation.

he.

I saw you for the first time when we were seventeen and, Alice, I fell in love with you first sight. God, I was a goner who made a complete fool of himself trying to impress you and, despite my very best efforts, somehow you felt the same way.

It takes him the best part of the week to write the letter.

He struggles to find the words he wants to say. It feels a little dangerous, even writing the letter - she made herself clear when she moved in, that she didn’t want to remarry him. That it had taken months of negotiations for Alice to even agree to move in. And then there had been the long debate about her paying her share, even though her freelancing was successful and she was rarely at a loss for work, every trip to the ER left her exhausted for days. She didn’t make a salary, didn’t have any benefits… it just wasn’t reasonable or even expected for her to cover exactly half of the household expenses plus her own - he knew how much she loathed taking money from her family, but had made peace with it when she had no other choice.

And they had been had reached a good place, together. He’d argue it was better now than it had been when they were younger - there was so much laughter, so much conversation, and there was never a night when he didn’t look at her, curled up asleep in his arms, when he didn’t thank every power on earth that he’d been given another chance with Alice.

This… this was something else entirely. This was putting his entire heart in her hands, and risking losing her entirely. He knew Alice, better than he had before, and he knew that if she wasn’t at least a tiny bit open to this, she’d just move out again. Give them both ‘space’.

So, he writes the letter over and over again until it’s as good as it’s going to get. Then he writes it again because he’s smeared the ink.

But finally, it’s done, and he keeps it in his bag - like a ticking bomb. He goes home, they have dinner together and go to bed early to make love and watch the end of a movie. He sleeps with her in his arms, and he tries not to think that if this all goes wrong, this will be it - the very last time. That she’ll be gone again, like a ghost, and he already knows how wrong that will feel.

He leaves her sleeping the next morning, with a kiss to her temple. He walks across the road to the bodega for the good bagels and a bunch of flowers. He leaves them in the kitchen, and props up the letter in front of the vase.

And then he pulls the rings out. The fine, etched wedding ring, and the sapphire engagement ring. The initials and dates are engraved in the inside of both rings, three sets of Whitlock grooms and brides. He’d felt like a failure when he’d taken them back, had broken a link in an unbreakable chain. They were always destined to be passed to one of Rosalie’s children, but freely given, maybe even bequeathed. Never across a conference table, in front of lawyers.

Never as an act of pity and kindness when he had been buzzing from whatever cocktail of pills and alcohol he’d chased with an espresso before he signed away any legal or emotional connection to Alice.

Fuck, he was still ashamed and guilty. He still hated himself, especially now he knew the entire story.

He stares at the rings in his hand and hopes. That’s all he has left. Hope. And then he tucks them into the envelope.

It’s done. Whatever happens next, it is what it is.

she.

I have struggled with how close I came to losing you forever, and I think I always will. I need you to know that you are, and have always been, the best and most precious thing to me.

It’s a normal morning when she wakes up. Jasper leaves the curtains drawn these days, leaves her to sleep the morning away, if that’s what she needs. There have been a few little set-backs with her health over the last few years, but mostly she’s good.

No, not good. Better than good. Happy, content, loved. It’s more than she ever hoped for, in those dark days between one failed surgery and the next; when she and her surgeons had to debate the benefits of more surgery versus a full transplant, and she was alone with no one to lean on, no hand to hold.

Looking back, she wants to comfort her past self, let her know that better days are coming, that Jasper will come back to her - and her Jasper, not the man she divorced - and she’ll be okay. That every empty hospital room, every nurse that pitied her lack of flowers, and family and friends clustered around her bedside as she waited for the doctors’ verdict, her chest stitched and stapled and swathed in bandages, is just another step closer to things being wonderful again. That she and Jasper are both better people, better friends, better partners and lovers for everything that happened.

She gets out of bed, and heads towards the bathroom - detouring into her bedroom to retrieve clothes. She’s got a half-done piece on her desk, one that needs to be finished and shipped to her client in the next week or so.

After her shower, she locates her phone. The lock-screen is a photo of her and Jasper, the weekend he dragged her to California for some conference. They’re sprawled out on a sun-lounger together, grinning at the camera. It’s her favourite photo of him, of them. She can see his tattoos snaking around his side, his arm, his shoulder, and his neck; his hair is pulled back in a ridiculous ponytail she finds impossibly sexy, and the smile on his face is pure, unadulterated happiness. She’s tucked into his side in the silly (he called them ‘hot’ and ‘adorable’) heart-shaped sunglasses he’d bought her when she forgot hers. She’s got her hands clasped against her chest, her head nestled against his, and she’s smiling too. She remembers being so nervous about wearing a bikini for the first time, with her scars, but he’d convinced her, and they’d had a great day. A few people stared, but that was normal.

That had been the week he’d started wearing his wedding ring again, and when she’d asked, he’d dismissed it by saying he was tired of people hitting on him, even after he told them he wasn’t interested - and at the conference, with alcohol and the beach, it would be more annoying.

She’d let him think she believed that excuse and let it go.

It’s after eleven, and there’s no messages from him. Usually when she gets up, there’s at least three or four - maybe a photo of good coffee art if he stops by his usual place; a link to a restaurant or a movie he thinks they’d enjoy; or maybe an article that will make her laugh. And always a ‘good morning beautiful’ just before lunchtime.

Not today, not yet. Not so much as a dirty emoji message as a joke. There’s one from Rosalie (lunch on Friday), one from a prospective client, and one from Esme (family lunch on Sunday, can she and Jasper bring a dessert).

She frowns as she slips into the kitchen, and her gaze falls on the flowers - a mess of bright yellows and blues and pinks and purples. They’re beautiful and unnecessary and she’s already reaching for her phone again when she sees the letter propped up against it.

And for a second, she thinks her heart stops.

they.

I know you didn’t buy whatever I told you about me wearing my ring again. Because it was never about anyone else. It’s about you and me, and my commitment to you - my promise that as long as you’ll have me, I’ll be here. And that’s why I want you to have these back - because they have always been yours.

He walks home the long way. Home, in that moment, feels like a trap. Until he gets there, slides the key into the lock, he still has a partner, a girlfriend, a quasi-wife who told him so damn clearly that she didn’t want more than what they had.

(He knows it all now. The depth of the hurt, the pain. Pondering if she should have just cancelled the surgery and died quietly in the bed next to him whilst he drank and got high and fucked around behind her back. The days she spent in a hospital bed, alone and forgotten whilst he sat in a hard plastic chair in a church basement and admitted he had a problem. The long nights in the ER, holding her breath that it was just a false alarm, and nothing to worry about. Couples therapy had been as damning as it had been cleansing, and he carries her lost years with him everywhere, reminding him to be better, reminding him of how close it all came to being unfixable. He understands why she shies away from remarrying him when their marriage was always tangled up in so much hurt, but it doesn’t stop him from wanting more, wanting the most she can give.)

She’s in the kitchen, cooking dinner, when he walks in the door. That has to be a good sign. The apartment is warm and cosy, and it feels more like a home than anywhere he’s ever lived. He doesn’t want that to change.

Clutching his peace offering - a raspberry cake from the place a few blocks away - he walks into the kitchen.

She’s always the most beautiful woman in the room, in the world, to him and that’s no different tonight. There are no words for her, flitting around the kitchen like she knows what she’s doing, the curl of her hair against her cheek, the way she bites her lip as she checks something on the stove.

The way she brushes her hair out of her face with a hand that is wearing a fine, etched wedding ring, and a sapphire engagement ring that has their initials and wedding year engraved on the inside, and his heart definitely freezes in his chest and she’s wearing them again and that’s not something he let himself hope for. He prepared himself for the very worst and he’s found the very best and he doesn’t know what to say.

She meets his gaze with that warm smile, the one that is a little secretive and knowing that she only ever offers to him, and he holds out the cake like an offering and as she takes it, her eyes lighting up, he moves around the island to scoop her into his arms and kiss her. She squeals and somehow manages to put the cake down before she throws her arms around his neck, and he can feel her smiling against his lips.

He kisses her like it’s the very last time he’ll ever kiss her, like he’s trying to prove something. And maybe he is. Maybe he’s always going to be making up the past to her, like he can erase the hurt, the pain, the suffering. But they don’t have a time machine, and she’s long since made peace with everything that happened. Addiction is an illness, like everything else, but one that never truly goes away. The same way her heart will always been a little bit broken, he will also have that struggle. Maybe some day it will win again; there will probably be days when he does fall, just as long as there are more days he doesn’t. And that’s okay - she didn’t fall in love with him expecting him to be perfect. And the more she thinks about it, reflects on the apologies and the things he’s told her about everything that happened, she knows he never intended to hurt her.

Jasper’s been the centre of her universe since they were seventeen, since he looked across a classroom at her like he was starstruck and then grinned, that same grin he’s wearing now like he’s won an unwinnable prize. As if she could have resisted him, back then and right now.

That everything she is to him, he is to her.

He pulls back to look her in the eyes, to take her hand wearing the rings and to kiss it. She kisses him again hard and that’s all he needs to hoist her over his shoulder, her squealing and laughing, and it’s the best sound in the world as he turns off the stove and the oven, and sweeps her off towards his room.

Towards their room, both of them giddy, drunk on each other, on the idea that they’re in the same place at the same time, happy, healthy, and whole. Together, forever (this time.)

There is nothing in the world I love or will even love a much as I love you.

#jaliceweek #alice cullen #jasper hale #jalice #twilight fic #twilight renaissance #human au #wip #my fic: divorce jalice #romance #no dialogue

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ajokeformur-ray · 5 years

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Can I make a request for Carlisle? A s/o that just had a recent death in her family that feels lost and alone?

TW; mentions of death, grief, sadness etc. Carlisle doing his best to help you. Philosophy. Read with care - this one got me a little teary, too. If you ever need to talk, know I’m here: I won’t always respond straight away because reality is mean but I promise to listen, at least.

word count: 1,306. (woops got a lil carried away).

Waves of everything and nothing crashed over your once happy shore. It pulled you with it unceremoniously and now it refused to let you go. You couldn’t tell right from wrong, up from down. You were lost in a sea of emotions, in a sea of loss and grief, of love and pain. You were lost, and as the coldness of reality sunk deep into your reluctant bones, you began to lose all feeling.

All you were, and, it felt like, all you had ever been, was numb.

You were nothing.

It had been inevitable in the grand scheme of things but still, it was unexpected in the moment. Everyone dies, some sooner than others, some sick or some in an accident, or some by their own hand, or some before they were even given a chance to live; but this… this was unprecedented.

They had been your everything. Your light, your laughter, your smile, your friend, your relative… they had been a part of you. Their blood ran in your veins, and they lived in your mind and heart while they had been alive. Now, it was as if a part of you - and a rather large part - had died along with them.

Your heart was broken and a part of you felt like you should die too, so that you could join them once more. But they had gone to a place where you could never follow, somewhere no one else knew about, and you were left with the ghost of their hugs, with quickly fading memories of their voice, their smile, the way their eyes crinkled when they were feeling playful… They had gone and left you alone.

How could you go on?

You knew that you would, that you could, but right now you just wanted to dwell and feel, as a reminder that they were real, that their body was just an empty shell now and it was up to you to keep their soul alive within your own.

You sat in your bedroom, cold tears drying on your cheeks, your eyes red and puffy from crying, your throat sore and your chest aching, and feeling like you would never feel okay again.

Downstairs, the Cullens were doing their best to let you alone to your privacy. Jasper could feel your overwhelming grief and the concern and love of his family. Edward could hear your thoughts and every now and then he would visibly wince, cluing the others in to your understandably less than ideal mental state. Alice could see glimpses of your future, and at the point where you had briefly considered suicide she had gasped aloud and told the others in a hushed whisper, before breathing a sigh of relief as Edward murmured that you had chastised yourself in the deeper, more logical part of you.

Carlisle, for his part, was standing in the corner of the living room, his eyes fixated on his three children with gifts. They were his update on your mental state and the professional side of him was making mental notes, tallying your heartbeat and breathing rate and how often Edward winced or Jasper’s eyes widened or Alice gasped lightly.

Emmett and Rosalie were tensed up, their eyes fixed on the TV but neither of them watched it as they gazed, unseeing, at the moving screen. Esme was sat on the floor between them, her face contorted with grief as she yearned to take your pain away from you.

Bella was the one to say something first. “We have to help Y/N. Edward, what are they thinking?”

“That there’s no way forward. They’re alone, in pain, and no one… Oh.” Edward’s voice had been grim but there was a colour of surprise in his voice.

“What?” Esme asked, tense, just as Jasper’s eyes widened and he smiled for the first time since you had lost someone precious to you. For her part, Alice hissed something which sounded like, “I knew it!”. With three of his children suddenly feeling slightly happier, Carlisle stepped forward, eyes scanning the room. He didn’t need Jasper telling him to know that there had been a development.

“What?”

“Y/N was thinking of you and there was a spike in their mood. They need you.”

“You gotta go to them, Carlisle.”

With Edward and Bella practically pleading with him, and the rest of his family wearing similar expressions (even Rosalie), Carlisle was up the stairs like a light. He knocked on your door, a professional mindset overcoming him as he stepped into the room and saw you curled up on your bed, facing away from the door, quiet sniffles let out into the duvet as though you were trying to be as quiet as you could, and occupy as little space as you could.

You were his s/o, the reason he continued to live as he did, and he sat beside you on the bed, sitting in silence and waiting for you to acknowledge that he was there.

It didn’t take you long.

Slowly, you turned, and one look at your tear soaked, bereaved face was all that it took for Carlisle to seize you in his arms and pull you into his lap, hugging you to his firm chest as tightly as he could without hurting you. Right now, your physical and mental state were as fragile as the other, and Carlisle had to be careful while still remaining all that he had ever been to you to not clue you into his worry.

A fresh course of tears overcame you and you whimpered, unable to control yourself. You clung to Carlisle like a lifeline and he held you, one arm around your waist and the other around your shoulders, his fingers in your hair. He didn’t shush you, he didn’t try to calm you, but instead he kept you right where you were, his jaw clenched and his eyes glassy with tears that could never fall. It was times like these wherein he wished that he could cry.

“It will get easier, Y/N. Over time, you will learn how to deal with this pain. It won’t ever go, and there will be times it hurts more than ever, more than it does right now, but you will be all right.”

You shook your head. “I’m scared to forget their face, their voice, their smile, their laugh… What if, by letting go of this moment, I forget? Then they die for real.” Your voice cracked in several places, your throat and emotions raw, and Carlisle held you even tighter, shifting you so that he could cup your face in his hands.

“I’ll make sure you never forget them, Y/N.”

You made a pitiful noise that tugged at all of his heartstrings, and from downstairs he could hear Esme let out a tear-less sob, the others rushing to comfort her as they all wished to comfort you.

“The pain you’re feeling is telling you that you’re human. Feel it, let it be known, remember it, but don’t let it stop you from moving forward. You know they would want you to go on without them.”

You clenched the material of Carlisle’s starched work shirt in your fist and burrowed your face in his chest, crying. “Promise?” You sniffled, worried about snot getting onto his chest, but you felt him nod.

“Promise.”

A light pressure on the crown of your head - a kiss, and then Carlisle once more shifted you so that he could lay down beside you, his arm your pillow and his legs tangled with yours. He kept his breathing deep and steady, and it was your lull to sleep, physically and mentally exhausted.

When next you awoke, Carlisle was gone, but there was a note in the space which smelled like him:

You’re never alone.~Carlisle.

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unknowntimelady · 4 years

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Who the Fuck is in that coffin

After years of reading books and watching many many tv-series, I am confident enough to say that I know writers more than they know themselves. Jokes aside, I thought writing this was a good idea so I could share my thought on that grim scene at the beginning of chapter 1, and see if any of you were thinking the same. Looking at the scene we can tell that the person in the MF coffin is someone close to MC. Let us begin,

Dr. Ethan Ramsey: You will probably say “Oh no! He is PB’s favourite LI. There is no way” well my dears, experience has proven me wrong, while in PB we never really witnessed it; In many series, LIs and fan favourites are the most likely to be killed off to give that extra pain to the audience. As much as I hate to admit it since Ethan is my chosen one but there is a possibility that Ethan might die, however, I’m not certain how.

Rafael Aveiro: I don’t think he is going to die and I still believe that he remains as an LI although we haven’t got the content yet. I am confident to say that after what he went through in the last book, killing him would be kind of overdoing the whole thing. The MC will probably save him from the toxic relationship he is in. (Yes, I am certain he is in a toxic relationship)

Dr. Bryce Lahela: I think Bryce is the most unlikely character to die even though it was revealed that he comes from a family with a not so good background, I don’t think we would have an angry person barge into the hospital to kill Bryce to take revenge from his parents.

Dr. Esme Ortega: As we all probably guessed until now, Esme has a thing for trouble and this habit might reserve her a grave soon.

Kyra Santana: This amazing character is a fighter and we’ve seen how great she is at it in the last book and this one as well. Yet, I’m afraid she has a strong possibility of death.

Dr. Aurora Emery: We still haven’t gotten ourselves enough content of her SO THEY BETTER NOT KILL HER even though the possibility is somehow 0%

Dr. Sienna Trinh: Oh our precious cinnamon roll, I don’t really think anything might be putting her life in danger. She is the ultimate MC supporter and usually these type of characters are most unlikely to die.

Dr. Elija Greene: His possibility of dying is as low as Sienna’s, and his relaionship with his girlfriend is still to be explored.

The Interns: The interns are not close to MC and surely they wouldn’t ask MC to speak at the funeral but if Esme dies there is a chance that a few other interns might die too.

Dr. Naveen Banerji: Ethan’s fairy godfather and part-time cupid have already been through the whole dying thing but we could see in the last book that he became so weak leading me into thinking that he might be in that coffin yet if it was his funeral, Ethan would be the one to give a speech since they are close.

A patient: finally the most likely character to die, MC is known for their socializing skills and how fast they grow close to their patients. We might meet a new patient and get close to them as a friend or as a LI and lose them to what brought them into the hospital in the first place. PB has been clowning us for a while so I will not be surprised to see a patient in that coffin except for one of our friends, colleagues, or LIs.

Thank you so much for reading, don’t forget to comment your ideas.

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amidst-wonderland · 5 years

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“Back To Reality.”

Do I know what this is? No. Do I care? Do I fuck. But seriously this is to set up Nora post season four. So, this does give some context to “Weans.” but that is set about a year before this.

Word Count: 2.4K

Warnings: Language, Scots language, typical 1920s sexism, mention of violence. Also, season four spoilers. Season five spoilers?

Paring: Michael x Nora.

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“I know hen, I know.” She lulls her squirming two-year-old, gently grazing the damp rag over delicate skin. Though she knew it was futile, she was a baby and bathing in such a big container is mysterious and perhaps scary experience. She releases a few more squeaks as the warm material rubs against her cheeks then being dropped back into the shallow water.

It wasn’t often Rosie got in the tub, nor George but Nora had very little patience on her day-off, plus it meant spending some peaceful time with her children, as usually, they were either sleeping or screaming.

“Look Roey, I got a ducky!”

The brunette baby begins to flail her arms towards the bright-yellow toy, trying to reach it.

Enjoying the moment, Nora hesitantly leans back, attempting to ease the sudden coldness from the tin making sure Rosie was trapped between her legs in case of any accidents, she hadn’t quite gotten the hang of balance yet. The woman releases a sigh, finally, she could rest and enjoy the rather adorable scene below her. Her sweet, docile children. If only. Every Sunday evening, she’d bathe Rosie in the basin as George was fed, put her into the cot then continue with George, doing the same. This was just killing two birds with one stone.

The water wasn’t too high, so she couldn’t quite indulge, it only reached her bellybutton, but it was enough to wash and that’s what mattered. Nora closes her eyes letting her head hang over the metallic rim letting herself drift.

I wonder what he’s doing right now.

A devilish taunt crawls its way to her brain, but she manages to suppress it. The thought of her husband wrapped around another woman was not going to spoil her blissful mood.

“Du-du.”

Nora smirks hearing Rosie gnawing at the toy. She knew what she meant but wished it wasn’t so. Du-du was probably the closest they’d ever get to Da-da until the pair start wondering if they’ve bloody got one. Rosie wasn’t likely to remember him, so that wasn’t going to be much of a problem; can’t miss something you never really had. George though, Nora dreaded it, dreaded finding out what he did recall. The two of them had been to hell and back with their father and his family’s destructive lifestyle.

Her baby boy, her innocent, precious child had been through their imprisonment, losing John, losing Esme then above all losing Michael.

She prayed George still had some happy memories of him and not the shouting, crying or Changretta’s gunshots.

Christmas morning changed everything. The Michael Gray she loved was gone. Forgotten were the days of rolling around in ruffled bedsheets hoping for a lie-in or downing a bottle of whisky then collapsing in his lap. She even missed sharing a tube of snow and getting up to all-sorts before Polly could find them, probably in a dark corner of the Garrison. They’d blame poor Finn the next morning for grassing but turns out it was just John and Arthur sick of listening to their shite.

Nora leans to the side, grabbing the half pack of cigarettes, setting one alight. This time remaining over the rim in fear of any ash scarring her daughter who was now hitting the wooden item against the water, splashing everyone.

She can feel the fag hitting her hard, the lightheaded rush she’d missed, as if it washed away her troubles. Running a hand through her greasy hair taking another drag she hears a small scream from Rosie. Without even looking, Nora knew what had happened.

“George, gee it back.” She warns though, it wasn’t as intimidating as she’d hopped due to the stick still hanging from her lips, interfering with her speech.

“But its mine ma.”

Nora raises an eyebrow at the four-year-old whilst caressing the girl’s cheek, calming her.

“Okay, but I want it later.”

“You’ll be in,” she stops, emptying her mouth and stubbing it out on the tray, “you’ll be in bed, mister.”

“Ma!” he whines.

“Gee it.”

There’s a small pout as the blond drops it in the water, eyeing it float back but Nora knew better than to press his bad attitude. He didn’t mean it; it was just kids being kids and wanting something they couldn’t have. She did the same with her siblings when they were young – though it was a much tighter squeeze.

She chuckled at the memory of sharing with the twins, or as her father would call them; double trouble. They were older than her, didn’t fucking act like it though but they were close enough that everything was a battle, everything had to be won either by arguing or fighting.

It was different now; she’d been looked after her since she returned from Small Heath; setting her up in the small flat and ensuring a decent job too.

Nora felt like she was given another chance, to re-invent herself. To do good things for people like her, for people that deserve it. She wanted to set a good example; something which would’ve been impossible in her old life.

__________

“Thomas this, Thomas that,” she ranted, “Can I have five fucking minutes withoot you worshipin’ the groun he walks oan?”

The man closes the door, shrugging off his oversized coat as the younger girl flails past the kitchenette, her blunt heels bashing against the dirty floorboards. She’d been like this the whole walk home after his informative meeting with the new MP from down south looking to silence their gang violence for public reputation, but he seemed more concerned with taking sides, their side and that was all Alec needed to know.

He was a gypsy bloke himself, even travelled with his mother and two sisters until his father couldn’t take the lifestyle of manure ridden fields surrounded by a language he didn’t care to learn so, the two found solace in the mutual heritage. Shelby was raised Catholic, which meant he could already be considered family in some Glaswegian slums, despite being English. Why his Nora had such an issue with Thomas Shelby was beyond him.

“Seriously, ye didnae even meet.”

“Didnae need tae.” She muttered, though he could hear some underlying truth resting on her lips, Alec wanted to pick at. If he was going into business with Thomas, it would be utterly transparent.

Slouching on the rocking chair, Nora digs into her pocket pulling out her lighter along with a bashed packet of cigarettes.

The twenty-nine-year-old surveys the flat, noting it to be far too quiet than usual. Missing where the sounds of giggles and squeals of three rambunctious toddlers running rampant.

“Where’s the weans?”

She peers up at him, setting the snout alit.

“Boys are wae Jane up the Botanics,” she pauses taking a drag, “But Mrs Wilson has Rosie doonstairs; caught another cold.”

The pair remain in a content silence, neither having the correct words to discuss what they so desperately wanted to. They’d had very different experiences dealing with this morning’s tribulations. Nora sat in a local café, whilst her Alec spoke with Shelby. Every so-often having to bite her tongue, fighting the urge to storm across the road, pouncing on the man clad in his typical black and white pinstripes.

She releases the puff of smoke, allowing the smell to nestle into the furniture, now feeling the light nicotine-buzz from the stick Nora smiles, noticing a small glint from the sliver band she wore.

“He’s a’right once you get to know him.”

“Oh aye, and whit exactly dae you know aboot Thomas Shelby?” The ginger woman chuckles.

“Whit dae you know?”

“I know enough.” She looks at him tottering around, noticing the lack of interest in her disapproval. “I need you tae promise me something.’”

Alec rolled his eyes before bending down to the smaller cabinet, pushing back the stained curtain and pulling out a half-empty bottle of Glenrosa then pouring himself a glass; it was a vile whisky from Arran and though Nora had never been partial to it, quite a handful of the in-laws had been.

“Depends whit it-“

“Al.”

“Aye, a’right. Go on.”

“Stay away from Tommy Shelby.”

The twenty-nine-year-old snorts at his little sister, his delicate, fragile sister who probably didn’t know the first thing about this middle-aged bookkeeper from Birmingham.

“Right you are.”

“I’m no kiddin. He’s trouble.”

“So, whit? Hiv ye heard stories aboot him?” Alec mocked. “Ye go doon south for five-years and now ye think yer an expert oan every blummin’ hing.”

“Alec don’t push me oan this, you go anywhere near him and I’ll tell Jane tae dae a runner.”

“Aye, so ye will.” He ponders for a moment, “ye’ve no ever met him, mebbe we’ll get him oan our side.”

“Shelby’s don’t do sides.”

“Whit’s that supposed tae mean?” He snapped, narrowing his eyes.

She opened her mouth to explain but her throat ran dry.

“Look, I know he’s got blood on his hands.” He purses his lips, ready to continue, “but he’s the best candidate to deal wae that walloper Billy Fullerton.”

The brunette watches her take a deep breath, tapping some stray ash from the fag. It wasn’t difficult to see her irate mood, still, He couldn’t help but feel out of the loop, she was a midwife, and as far as Alec was concerned their occupational fields had no overlap. Though, he didn’t know much about her previous life in Birmingham from what she’d written in the letters, her job was going well, gotten hitched then up the duff. How on earth would she have experienced Thomas Shelby in such a small amount of time?

“Tommy Shelby doesn’t know a fucking thing about Glasgow, thinks we’re the illiterate scum of the earth."

“How’d you know that?”

Nora stares blankly at him for a moment, almost regretting what she’d said. It was better coming from her than Thomas.

“Did’ye deliver his wean wrang?”

She growls. “Naw.”

He downs the liquid. “Dae ye want tae get tae the blummin’ point then? ‘Cause as far as I’m concerned the bloke seems fine tae me.”

“Mrs Gray, I’ve got Rosie here! Still a bit peely-wally.”

__________

The next few days had been rather mundane, going back and forth with the kids to her brother’s. Jane and herself taking turns looking after them as they work alternating shifts.

“Yer wean’s acting up again, pullin’ at ma George’s hair.” Nora says, strolling into the dimly lit office, if you could call it that.

The man doesn’t bother to look away, too engrossed in his paper as its laid flat on the dark, wooden desk allowing him to nurse on what seemed to be an auld man’s milk; a vile mix of ingredients that would be seemingly more appetising on plate rather than leaving its rum-fused stench clinging to everything in the house.

“Whit’d want me tae dae? You’re the wummin in’t ye?”

Christ. Rolling her tongue, she holds back the urge to smack her brother over the head.

Alec was a difficult man, but still, he’d been a saving-grace in the past couple of years so it could be hard to find fault knowing what their alternative would’ve been. Nora had a home, whilst cramped there was a sense of community and unlike the rather luxurious life she used to live; she was at peace being one of them. Waking up to the sounds of a deflated ball hitting against the bricks followed by muffled cheers from the younger boys up the landing or the seven o’clock buzz when there’d be a chain of ‘gardyloo’ warnings and the kids then running to the window, watching the human defecation splash on the concrete.

This is home, this was how she grew-up and she couldn’t be happier.

“Look,” Nora pressed crossing her arms, “I’ve been doon tae the shops, got the messages all whilst yer missus has be up the Royal. The least you could dae is tell me how tae sort him oot.”

“Dae, whit ma did.”

She takes a sharp inhale at the mention of her mother but noticing Alec’s continual disinterest was getting increasingly agitating. “I’m no skelping him.”

“Jane does that.”

“Dae I look like Jane tae you?” she pauses, “I’m his auntie, no his mammy.”

“Ye ur a mammy.”

“Aye, no his.” She deadpanned.

Sighing, her brother pinched his nose, thinking of a way to content both his son and sister. “Jist shove a bit of sugar on a piece. If he hits the fuckin roof, I’m blamin you.”

The brunette smirks, “See, that wisnae so hard, wis it?”

__________

“Right you,” Alec announces entering the back room, carefully slipping into the peaceful atmosphere, “Thomas Shelby, we’ve got another meeting next week. Yer comin’.”

She scoffs, desperately wanting to roll over to face her two toddlers peacefully resting, unfortunately were yet another reminder of the infamous gangster and his family. “No.”

“Clear the air or some shite, I want ye tae meet him.”

“Oh, I’m sure he’d love that.” She holds back a laugh.

Her brother sits on the bedside stool, crossing his arms.

“I’m uniting with Shelby whether you like it or not, so if there sumthin’ you want tae get aff yer chest, dae it now.”

Glancing at her brother’s solemn expression, she decides this might be her now or never opportunity.

“Michael didnae dae a runner with another wummin,” Nora sighs, “Tom’s his cousin and he telt him to leave us behind, go tae America alone an never look back.”

“So?”

“I got scared, stuck it oot fur four months stayin’ wae ma mother in-law when I thought he’d mebbe turn around. Then…”

“He didn’t.”

She nods.

“Why didnae ye jist tell us?”

“Because, it meant ma wis right. That, I wis back in the same place she wis.” She chokes trying to hold back some tears, “stuck wae greetin-faced weans and the man’s ran aff ‘cause he canny handle it.”

She grumbles the next part, “’cept da came back fur us.”

“English bastards.”

“Now ye sound like her.” She wants to laugh; she really does but it’s the first time she’s been able to speak about what happened since leaving Birmingham. “Didnae even let the weans say goodbye.”

Alec begins fiddling with his fingers, realising what mess he might have created for his little sister.

“Al, I canny promise it’ll be smooth sailing when we come face tae face.”

He shuffles in his seat. “You don’t have tae.”

“I want tae,” she smiles weakly, “’cause ma wee-yins need their da back. I’m no lettin’ them go through whit we did.”

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