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indecisive-capricorn · 1 month

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Yandere Cullens Family's Reactions to You Attempting to Escape:

WARNINGS: Yandere, running away, mature language, manipulation, toxic relationship, gaslighting, etc.

SUMMARY: You tried to run away from your kidnapper lover but your attempt failed and now you have to face the consequences of your actions. Problem is, how will your beloved yandere react to it and what are the punishments that lie ahead for you?

AUTHOR'S NOTE: We had the Volturi guards and now, we'll have the Cullens! I guess, I'm in my active writing era for tumblr, so don't be surprised if I end up posting a whole lot more. It can be about Twilight or even other fandoms. I'll definitely be posting more for Miguel O'Hara too. Also, I was supposed to post this later on but it got put on queue and I didn't know how to put it out of the list, so I apologize if it seems a little rushed.

MASTERLIST: Feel free to check out my other works! :)

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EDWARD CULLEN aka THE MIND READER

He's a mind reader. That is the only thing you need to know about him to know that it's useless to even try to escape because Edward is already reading your mind to see the potential plans of your escape. He'll do everything to ensure you won't escape and if you managed to find a single hint that could bring your hopes up to do so, he'll immediately eliminate it by fixing the problem. If you had somehow— no one knows precisely how —managed to find an escape, then just know that he'll find you soon enough. Not even just because of his abilities as a vampire since he can easily track down your scent with them, but also because well— he can read your mind. Edward will know where you desperately want to go to and he'll know about the decisions that you'll make as you try to escape. So, good luck but it's practically impossible, unless you managed to outsmart him by thinking of some sort of distraction. But yeah, it's almost impossible because he's constantly reading your mind! Very nosy indeed for a vampire but even worse as a yandere vampire.

CARLISLE CULLEN aka THE DOCTOR

He would be disappointed. Carlisle isn't the type to get angry at people, but he would get disappointed in you when you try to run away because he thought you knew better than to do that. Honestly, out of everyone in the family, Carlisle is the yandere who gives the most freedom to his darling partner. Carlisle gives a lot of trust to you but after your attempt escape, which was most likely ruined because of another family member, he will definitely be keeping a closer eye on you. Carlisle will either give you a scolding after your escape or he will be quite silent while checking if you got any injuries while being outside. The latter is actually scarier than the first because it's unusual for Carlisle to be giving you the silent treatment and it would mean that he would be more cautious and give you less freedom from then on. However, instead of immediately locking you up in the house after your attempt escape, Carlisle will show you all the reasons to keep you in the house. It could be by showing you the wounds and deaths caused by a rogue vampire or even just by bringing you to the hospital to show you the potential wounds you could get by being outside.

ALICE CULLEN aka THE PSYCHIC

Same situation as Edward. She's a psychic. Alice can easily check through her gift when you feel even the slightest want to go against her. She'll immediately fix the problem and spend more time with you and be much more attentive too. However, if you decide to rebel against her far too many times, she might just let you attempt an escape. Under her watchful eye, of course, since she doesn't want anything to happen to her precious darling but Alice is sure she can make an accident or two happen around you or maybe worsen your day with some horrible mannered humans to get you thinking that going outside and rebelling against her isn't worth it. She'll be faking her worries when you finally decide to come back home to her and she'll fuss all over your health. Alice might hide it from you but she is strategic and quite smart, especially when it concerne you. Your attempt had also given Alice a chance to guilt trip you into being her personal dress up doll. Not that you already weren't before, but things are certainly much smoother if you follow her order like a sweet darling right?

ROSALIE HALE-CULLEN aka THE BEAUTY

Rosalie would be scoffing at your attempt. She's definitely annoyed and angry at you, but she is also blaming herself for it. Rosalie should have known you would try to escape and she probably had a feeling on that as well, yet she still decided to trust her darling. You could say that she considered it as a test to see your loyalty to her, one in which you had failed horribly. After she has finally calmed down from her anger, which could take a few days, she will return to you with a sweet smile and continue treating you as her precious jewel like she usually does. Now, you can ignore her attempts to win you back over with her charms and even insult her for it, but do remember that Rosalie could be the sweetest person in the world towards her darling, constantly spoiling you with affection and cherishing you with her gentle words. Her actions causes you to be awfully conflicted about your want to escape because why would you want to get away from someone who loves you more than anything in the world? Your doubts could be added if you had terrible partners in the past.

JASPER HALE-CULLEN aka THE SOLDIER

Jasper will definitely be hurt. I mean, which yandere wouldn't feel hurt at some point if their darling tries to escape? But out of everyone, Jasper is the one who shows it the most. He's trying so hard to adjust for his darling on everything. He had made renovations to his home, specifically to accomodate to your taste and comfort. He had to endure more trainings to keep his blood thirst under control because he doesn't want to hurt you, and so much more. Jasper doesn't expect you to return anything, not even your affections since he understands he needs to earn it, but you attempting to escape is almost like you were dismissing all of his efforts in one go or even worse, you didn't give a shit about them in the first place and that was what probably hurted him the most. Jasper will probably get stricter with you after that. He had tried to be fair and tried to respect your space before and to be quite honest, he is the yandere who gives the most freedom to you after Carlisle. His only rule was for you to not leave him. But you had to break the rule and now, you'll pay for the consequences.

ESME CULLEN aka THE LOVER

Esme has the same reaction as Jasper. She's hurt but she is also confused as well. Esme is really patient and she understands that you needed time and space to adjust living in her house, your new and sudden home that was completely foreign to you, and she's trying hard to get you adjusted and be as comfortable as possible. Like Jasper, she's doing everything she can for your comfort but unlike Jasper, she expects your acceptance in return. It's not as if she is expecting it in a cruel type of way with the mindset that she's doing something for you, so you should do something for her. No, Esme is nothing like that. However, Esme made sure she was doing everything right and she expected for your relationship with her to go more smoothly, not for you to suddenly escape. Your failed escape made her think she did something wrong, but she's confused because she had done everything right so far. Esme never forced you to return your affections, she wanted to slowly earn it, which is why after your failed escape, she had a talk with you and asked you why you tried to leave. Esme knows that she's flawed but she wants to improve herself and do everything she can to fix the problem but in no world would she ever let you go.

EMMETT CULLEN aka THE JOKER

Emmett is silent. He was so fucking silent that it actually scared you more than if he got angry at you and he had never gotten angry at you either but it's probably much better than the silent treatment you're getting. No teasings or even some bad jokes. Heck, not even his cheesy pick up lines. Emmett still takes care of you and spend time with you during his silent treatment though. He still cooks meals for you and cuddles with you while watching a horror movie, which is actually his favourite activity to do with you, but he still didn't say a single word. And it was starting to get to you as well. You had no one else besides Emmett in the house, sometimes his "siblings" would visit, but they don't talk much with you and you were beginning to slowly grow insane from the lack of conversations. It didn't matter how long it took but after some time, you broke down and begged for Emmett to speak to you because if the silent treatment continued on, you were sure you would go completely insane. Emmett was surprised when you begged him but he was pleased as well. He was silent all this time in order to make him more tolerable to you, but Emmett also knew that he would eventually break you and hoped it would be enough to get you to want to talk to him.

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shelbgrey · 1 year

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Next to Me(Emmett Cullen)

Paring: Emmett Cullen X Swan!Wolf!Reader

Summary: after y/n and her brother lost their parents 7 months ago the two move to the rainy town of Forks Washington to live with their Uncle Charlie. As the two readjust to life their cousin Bella comes to live with them and with that their lives will change forever when two of the Cullen boys take interest in them.

Note: I don't own any of the characters except for the ones I added. I'll be also adding the Salvatore Brothers and kinda have a TVD and twilight crossover. Rosalie and Damon Salvatore will be together in this story. The reader is also Cousins with Sam and they're related through her mom(all touch more on that in the story)

🧡Portal to the Eleazar Denali series

Contents:

Twilight:

Chapter 1: oh the tragedies

Chapter 2: laughter is the best medicine

Chapter 3: new school year

Chapter 4: The big vampire with the dimples

Chapter 5: Bio Blues

Chapter 6: people talk

Chapter 7: votes and poems

Chapter 8: The Missing Cullen

Chapter 9: the imprinting thing

Chapter 10: the interuter

Chapter 11: the accident

Chapter 12: bad dreams and bio trips

Chapter 13: the greenhouse

Chapter 14: the council has spoken

Chapter 15: the cold ass Beach

Chapter 16: 20 questions

Chapter 17: prom dresses and hoes

Chapter 18: chess and suspicious minds

Chapter 19: they're vampires y/n!

Chapter 20: Testosterone and Truck repairs

Chapter 21: is she even Italian?

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obsessedwithtwilight · 1 year

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Bear with me because I’ve never written a head cannon before.

Meeting you for the first time even though you’re shy

Edit: I added vampire Bella because someone said I should

Carlisle

- You got into and accident and broke your foot

- He think its cute how you wont make eye contact with him and you mumble

- He instantly feels a connection to you and wonders if you also feel something

- He’s scared that he’s going to scare you

- He wants to make you feel comfortable around him, he wants you to trust him enough and let yourself out

- He admires how you try to be brave even though you’re shy

- You have a stutter? He loves it

- He wants to tell you everything about himself immediately but knows you might run if he does so he stays away from the topic

- He’s mysterious, checking up on you when you don’t know he’s there.

- the night after you left the hospital he stood in your room watching you sleep to make sure you were alright

- He kept watching over you intently until your foot was fully healed, even then he still was there

Esme

- As her eyes land on you she wants to immediately bring you into a tight hug

- She met you while she was helping out at the school

- She asks if you’re lost because you’ve been wandering the halls for the past 15 minutes

- Has the sweetest laugh when you quietly ask her where a class is

- She introduces herself and walks you to the class, speaking to the teacher out in the hall so you don’t get into trouble

- She feels very protective of you, she knew you were special the moment she saw you

- Whenever she’s at the school she’ll stop by one of your classes to say hi

Edward

- He met you on your first day at school, you were both sophomores

- He thought you wouldn’t like him at first because when he first introduced himself you shied away

- He gets to know you at your own pace and by your senior year you’re close friends

- He walks you to all your classes even if you don’t share them

Alice

- She saw you coming and made sure she met you early

- You met at a movie theatre while you were watching your favourite movie

- She sat next to you and after the movie she asked you what you thought about it

- She listened intently as you rambled about your favourite parts, and she laughed when you looked away realizing how loud you were being

- She offered to give you a ride home since you took a bus

- Giving you her number she left, saying she’d love to hang out with you again and that she hopes you become good friends

Jasper

- He immediately noticed you in a room of people, your emotions were so strong he gravitated towards you

- He sat beside you as you waited for a doctors appointment. He was visiting his father.

- He used his gift to calm you down and talked to you

- You wondered why you felt so calm around him

- After your appointment he was still there, waiting for you

- “I hope you don’t mind me waiting for you. You seemed so nervous I just wanted to make sure everything went okay.”

- He gave you his number in case you ever wanted to talk

Rosalie

- You worked at a café across from the salon she went to

- She was a regular, you liked how she always ordered the same thing so you didn’t really need to talk to her

- She compliments you a lot

- She ends up giving you her number, saying how cute you were and how she wants to take you out sometime

- She likes how flustered she makes you

Emmett

- He goes on runs (human runs) past your neighbourhood everyday

- One day it starts raining and he asks if he can stay in your house until it stops

- You reluctantly agree, you end up hitting it off

- You watch your favourite movies and end up having a great time

- It becomes apparent later that he likes you

- You like to call him a big teddy bear

Bella (As a vampire)

- You got into a little trouble with her dad, what did you do? Just a little, teensy weensy crime. Nothing major

- Charlie thought you and Bella would be good friends so he introduced you to her

- She wonders how someone as shy as you could do a crime, even if it was little

- She admires you from afar and when you’re together

- She’ll take you anywhere you want, you remind her of her when she was human and she wants to protect you at all costs

#twilight x reader #the cullens #cullens x reader #carlisle x reader #Esme x reader #Edward x reader #alice x reader #jasper x reader #rosalie x reader #emmett x reader #headcanon #twilight headcanon #meeting you #bella x reader

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xetswan · 4 months

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The Switch of Daylight-

Heartbreak and Wolves

(Alice? x Reader x Jasper?)

[two] [three] [four]

At the end of the school day, I watched as Edward takes Bella’s hand, guiding her to the woods. I knew he felt me there, watching him. I felt his relief as I didn’t go to stop it from happening. I should’ve but a part of me was extremely hopeful that Bella being upset would truly stop him.

Boy was I wrong.

I felt a gust of wind from behind me, my bedroom window open.

I slowly walk into my room, all there was, was a letter on the ground.

Not even the decency of saying goodbye in person. I get a handwritten letter.

I stare at it but I don’t go to it. I don’t move my legs to grab it. Instead I let it sit there. I turn out of the room and into the living room.

My body was hard as a rock.

Fragile like porcelain glass. It stayed still.

I knew what the letter meant. They were gone.

They left and I didn’t even knew what that meant for us.

Any of us.

I then realized that Bella was all alone in the woods. I quickly snapped out of my mood and ran out of the door.

I heard Charlie’s cop car speeding down the road so I rushed into the trees.

Listening for my sister. Once I locked into her whimpers of cries, tripping down to the ground I sped up.

Rushing to her.

How could he leave alone like this?

How could they do this to her?

“Bella…” I whisper out, hearing her but not seeing her. I start to freak out, not realizing she was behind a tree on the ground.

“Bella.” I fall down beside her.

“He left!” She hyperventilated. I grab her, and she clings onto me.

“They left.” She cries out, I stay silent, rubbing her back. Letting her cry it out. We sat together on the dirt ground.

After moments that felt like minutes, that I knew have been hours she finally sits up and looks at me.

“You knew?” She hiccuped and my eyebrows lifted a tiny bit.

“You knew didn’t you?” She pushes off of me, falling backwards. “I didn’t-“

“Don’t lie to me, [Name], you knew.” She states, not asking anymore.

“No, I mean yes. I did, but listen.” I stick my hands out trying to reason with her but she shut me out.

“Why didn’t you tell me? We- I could’ve stopped them. We could’ve changed their minds.” Her eyes start to water once again, I didn’t even know that someone could cry this much.

“Bella I tried.” I frown.

“Not hard enough, we could’ve done it somehow!” She argued. I just stared at her.

“We could’ve- we could’ve…”

“No, Bella.” I go to touch her but she pushes away from me. My hand freezes in the air.

“Go away.”

She lays down, I shake my head.

“I’m staying with you.” I sit still. “[Name], please.” She mumbles, getting onto her side and staying there.

“I can’t just leave you in the woods Bella.” I sigh.

“Just leave, [Name]! Please, go!” She screams, sitting up for a moment only to fall back down.

It reminds me of when we were kids and she pushed me away unintentionally. Being an older sister I guess it’s normal to push away the younger one.

Yelling at me to get out of her room, that I’m ruining her life by trying to hang out with her and her friends.

The flashbacks of us being little girls.

Then those flashbacks of my lives before rush into my mind. Always having older siblings, being brothers or sisters. Them shouting at me to go away. I stare at her, she doesn’t look up at me and as instinct I go away.

Not to the house but just away.

I go to the stores down by the reservation. Just wanting a minute to myself.

Not remembering the fact that my dad thinks I’m at home sick right now.

My mind getting flooded with all the memories I have of my past lives. My head starting to pound. I sit down on a bench outside of a library. I hold my head, remembering too many things at once.

Seeing the Cullin’s faces too many times.

Over and over again.

My child from one of my past lives.

My deaths over and over again.

My families as they mourned over my body.

Alice and Jasper that somehow got to me right before I died.

Or were almost there but it was too late.

Feeling the fear that inducted inside of me every single time my fate had came.

I should be dead right now.

I am dead right now but for some reason I still am living.

I hated the feeling of not feeling my heart beat or not having the warmth of living.

My lungs filling with air.

Instead I have cold dead silence.

It doesn’t even feel right panicking because my heart doesn’t quicken in pace.

It stays still. I grab onto my chest and I want to just grab at my heart.

“[Name].” A voice shocks me out of my phase.

“Hm?” I glance upward to see a man in a uniform. He looked familiar.

“You gave your dad a spook. Same with your sister. Can you come with me?” He lends a hand but instead of taking I just nod and stand up.

“Sorry, I needed fresh air.” I chuckled. “And for my sister, I haven’t seen her.” I lie. He nods.

“Ah, understandable. Well to me at least. I’m sure your dad is going to have a lecture waiting for you two at home.” He warns me, I smile at him, following him to his car.

“Hey, this is Erin, I’ve found the younger Swan sister.” He calls over the radio. I get into the backseat and he rushes to the drivers seat.

“Bella hasn’t been found?” I sit up straighter. “Yeah, I’m sure she’s just like you and needed some fresh air.” He assures me.

Pulling into my house’s driveway I see my dad on the porch sitting down. I get out of the car quickly right as someone opens the door.

“[Name], why weren’t you at the house?” He stands up, immediately bringing me into his arms.

“I’m sorry, I forgot to leave a note.” I apologize, he squeezes onto me just like he did when I came home from being missing.

I felt my shoulder go wet and I realized he was crying. Or trying not to cry.

“It’s like you girls love giving me heart attacks.” He sniffs. He wipes his tears before letting go of me.

Staring at him like this reminds me of how Alice and Jasper were just asking me to fake my own death.

Him reacting to us just going missing I could never do that to him.

“I’m sorry. Have you guys found Bella?” I ask quietly. “Not yet.” He clears his throat, standing up straighter.

Then at the edge of the woods, Sam Uley comes out carrying Bella. Sam, I haven’t seen him since I was a kid. I had the biggest crush on him when I was younger.

“It’s Sam Uley. He found her.” Billy speaks up.

Charlie bolts over to them, I’ve never seen him move this fast. He wraps his arms around Bella, lifting her from the attractive man.

“Thank you, Sam. Thank God.” I hear my dad say, Billy comes over to me and I give a small smile.

Charlie carries my sister into the house.

Harry and Billy give Sam and nod. He does the same thing and goes to back away.

I went to follow after him but Billy grabs onto my wrist.

Before I acknowledge Billy, I watch Jacob come into view of everything and he wants to chase after my dad and sister but he knows that it’s not time yet.

Charlie just got her in his arms.

I then watch him awkwardly make eye contact with Sam in passing, quickly looking away as fast as he looked at him.

“He knows. About you. He doesn’t like it.” Billy speaks up as he knew I was going to go after Sam, he shakes his head. I frown, glancing over at the man.

“But I- Please.” I pleaded with him. Billy sighs. “I can’t stop you.” He lets me go and I run after the bigger man.

“Sam! Sammy!” I call, now jogging up to him and I caught up.

“Go away, [Name].” He grunts.

“That’s no way to greet an old friend.” I lightheartedly joke. We were now away from everyone. No one could hear us.

“[Name]-“

“How come you know what I am?” I cut him off. His body freezes in place.

“You can’t smell me?” He questions me and I sniff the air, looking around.

“I smell wet dog but what does that have to do with anything?” I fold my arms.

“You really are clueless? The Cullin’s didn’t tell you anything about us?” He asks as if that’s going to make me know anything.

“Us?” I stammer, confused as ever.

“Werewolves?” He says. I furrow my brows and go to laugh.

“Werewolves?” I repeat him in disbelief.

“You can’t believe werewolves are real being what you are?” He rebuttals in a disgusted way.

“I can’t even believe what I am is real.” I sadly say, watching his face drop a little bit.

“You didn’t want to become what you are?” He tilts his head.

“Who does?” I strain out a laugh. “I didn’t have a choice. It was either this or death.” I inform him. He doesn’t say anything.

“You believe it should’ve been death. I understand.” I smile sadly.

“No, it’s not that.” He lets out a breath.

“I just wish this didn’t happen to you out of all people.” He steps closer to me, touching my shoulder, he jolts from how cold I am but he keeps it there.

“Sorry I didn’t come see you sooner.” He sincerely says. My eyes brighten, staring back into his own orbs. “I was in transitioning.” He explains.

“I forgive you-“ “[Name]!” Billy yells after me. I glance back.

“Can we talk another time?” I ask him, he was staring back at Billy and then at me. “I… don’t know about that.” He hesitantly responds.

“Please.” Wind blows past us and his scent hits me strongly. I didn’t even really notice it until he pointed it out. It really smells like a wet dog.

“Tomorrow night, come to the rez.” He takes his hand off my shoulder and then I notice the warmth that I felt went away. Now I’m back to the coldness.

“Okay, I’ll be there around 8:30.” I tell him as he starts jogging, kicking off into a run.

I go back to my house, Jacob comes up to me.

“Where did you two go?” He nudges me. “I uh, I needed some air.” I felt dazed.

“I’ll talk to you later.” I gently patted his arm, walking off into the house.

“[Name], can you get her dressed into something comfortable?” He asks, I nod, going upstairs to Bella’s room.

She was laying down staring at the window across from her bed.

“Let’s get you dressed in something not covered in dirt.” I tell her, going into her dresser and pulling out a sweater and leggings.

“Why didn’t you go with them?” Her voice rasps out. I take a breath in.

“I couldn’t leave you or dad.” I tell honestly. Shutting her door, I threw the clothes down next to her and I help her sit up.

“My body feels like collapsing.” She whispers.

“I’m here to catch you.” I say back.

Masterlist: A&J

Two and three are shorter than I’d like but the rest shouldn’t be. Heheh Sam is a fine man😻 love square???? LMAO

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aquanova99 · 4 months

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dating rosalie cullen (girlxgirl)would include?

thanks bb

I think she’s wary of even admitting she has any feelings for you

At the end of the day she was around during the Great Depression, she was primped and polished to marry a wealthy man. She tells herself she isn’t attracted to women

So realistically it’s going to have be a real strong friends to lovers type deal because homegirl is basically a resident of Egypt with how deep in denial she is

You will start to see a change when she anticipates your needs. She will tell you it’s time to feed, have a hair tie ready when you suddenly need it.

She notices that she is getting more irritated whenever you go hang out with anyone else

She starts picking fights about you ignoring her and meanwhile you’re there like huh??? 🧍‍♀️

But when you guys do hang out Rosalie is starting to feel like it isn’t enough

She doesn’t know what’s going on with her and eventually you are going to have brace her anger and ask her what’s on her mind

“You, you big dummy. And I don’t understand.”

Bestie this is your moment, you give her a peck on the cheek and ask “does that help?”

Cue malfunctioning. She is literally rethinking her entire life

She doesn’t talk to you for weeks, which is terrifying because half the time it looks like she wants to rip your head off

She finally pulls you aside and asks for your help because she doesn’t know what she’s doing and that’s new to her

You’ll have to lead until she figures it out and then she’ll be back to running things. She just likes to lead, what can I say

The relationship is going to be very similar to your friendship before feelings got entangled (movies, shopping, gossiping, working on new projects in her garage) but much more kissing and cuddling

#aquas asks #rosalie x y/n #rosalie cullen x reader #rosalie x reader #rosalie x you #rosalie cullen imagine #rosalie hale imagine #rosalie cullen #rosalie hale #r

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multifixwritings · 1 month

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Note: I hope this okay. This was a pretty vague request, so I tried some HCs/Preferences—I still have trouble distinguishing the difference—about how she would be in general. Also, thank you so much for my first request—and for making it for Rosalie. I love her so much and would love to write for her more.

Rosalie would absolutely love your hair.

She prefers blonde hair, as she has always loved her own shade, but she adores red hair. The way it shines in certain lighting or under the sun is stunning to her. She would probably dye her own hair red if she wasn’t so vain about her natural beauty—plus, she isn’t sure how the chemicals would react or if she would ever be able to go back to her own color due to her vampirism.

Playing with your hair would be one of her favorite pastimes.

Rosalie enjoys the way it feels against her skin. Natural red hair tends to have a different texture and is typically coarser and frizzier. While she would enjoy this, she would also find it calming to work it out to be smoother and silkier, if that’s what you would ask her to do. But it wouldn’t matter whether it was natural or dyed—she’d still admire and love it all the same and could spend hours just playing with it if you let her.

Playing with your hair would actually help her relieve some of any stress or anger she was feeling in the moment. There is just something soothing in the way the strands would glide between her fingers. She would also twist and tug your hair as she imagines various styles that would suit you.

She would help pick out outfits that make the color pop.

Much like Alice, Rosalie has a keen eye for fashion. She could spend hours picking out clothes to make your hair stand out—as well as your eyes and complexion. Not to mention the hair accessories she would buy for you if you were into them. Alice would volunteer her help when Rosalie shops either for or with you because those girls know what would look best.

Rosalie wouldn’t stand for any names or insults thrown your way.

She would hear all the redhead jokes people would make and would come to your defense if she saw it upset you in any way. The one about gingers not having souls would bother her more than some of the others. If she knows it’s not something that gets to you, or if it was a friendly jab from people close to you, then she probably wouldn’t say anything. She might mention some of the concerns to you in private but wouldn’t request your friends stop unless you weren’t okay with them saying it.

Her family would definitely have a couple jokes and nicknames themselves, but she knows they would never push it to the point of upsetting you.

Rosalie would support you if you wanted to change your hair color.

While she absolutely adores your red hair, Rosalie would not stop you from dying it if that is what you wanted to do. She just wants you to be happy. She’ll even dye it herself. Rosalie would just keep reminding you she loves you for you and thinks you—and your hair—are perfect how you are.

#twilight #twilight revival #twilight renaissance #twilight fanfiction #twilight x reader #rosalie hale #rosalie hale x reader #rosalie cullen #rosalie lillian hale #rosalie x reader #rosalie twilight #nikki reed #smeyer #multi fandoms posts #multifandom account #multi fandom blog #multifixwritings

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busycucumbermelon · 4 months

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The Cullens' Treasure

Summary: After befriending a new kid at your school, you soon realize your brother only focuses on his girlfriend and partying. you got fed up and decided to ask your new friends for help.

Part 2 of our coven mate

Warning: threats, unwanted, physical, touch, mention of child endangerment

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The buzz of your alarm clock woke you up out of your deep slumber. You glanced over at the clock - 5:30. Here comes the rush of your morning. Get up, make breakfast, wake your brother, and wake the kids. Bathe them and get them dressed, make sure they have all their homework done. Then you're part of the morning. You'd usually just let them play while you take a shower, get dressed, do your hair, and double-check that you have everything you need for the day. Out the door at 7:00!

The kids got to school around 10 minutes before they needed to, but the staff there had a schedule with you and your brother. You could drop them off early and they could spend some time in the classroom doing their own thing. Today, you took a few minutes to encourage Sarah and Melanie. The two of them would be giving the new girl attending their school, the tour. Carter didn't really want to walk around with his sisters and a random girl though, so he would just be playing in one of the classrooms.

Your brother didn't accompany you while you were talking to your siblings. Currently, you and him were having a fight, but that wasn't going to stop you from being the best big sister you could as always. You gave your little siblings a kiss and went back to the Jeep.

"you know, it would be nice if you at least got out of the car and put yourself aside for your little siblings."

"Oh, shut it! I'm tired. Me and Olivia were up all night." You whipped your head towards your brother so fast you were sure you'd get whiplash.

Recently, all that had been talked about was your brother's girlfriend Olivia. You had nothing against her; she was a sweet, loving girl. However, your brother was skipping shifts while still begging you to clock in for him. You were basically working double time because of him.

On top of that, when you got home, you had to take care of two sick little girls and a cranky little boy who was trying to make sure his sisters were okay. Yet, your brother still had the audacity to complain about it.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm trying to take care of a family, while working, and making sure my little siblings are okay. Melanie has cancer, and Sarah's hydrocephalus doesn't exactly make everything all okay with her. We're lucky Carter doesn't have anything similar, or we wouldn't be able to pay for food, the rent, school, hospital bills. You don't care about any of that though, just Olivia!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, but I don't want to spend my entire life with my annoying sister and little siblings that, honestly, could just die for all I care."

The last thing you wanted to hear was your brother ranting about everything, especially bringing kids into it. These were your little siblings, the last trace you had of your parents, and the fact that he just wanted them to die hurt.

The rest of the car ride, you were quiet, crying out of your window, happy you decided not to put on makeup this morning, otherwise, this would be a whole other scene.

When the two of you pulled up to school, you grabbed your bag up from the floor and jumped out of the jeep, slamming the door behind you. The first person you saw that day was Olivia, running up to the car. She looked like she was going to give you a hug, but then second-guessed herself and went to your brother’s side of the car instead.

She probably noticed how upset you were and realized that it wasn't her place to comfort you, since the two of you hadn't always been on the best terms.

In your distress, you didn't notice the new fancy cars parked next to you, until now. As you stormed past, you could make out the people inside. The first car closest to you had a blonde with slightly wavy hair wearing a floral green top, a white scarf, and jeans. They were pretty pale, just like the guy on the passenger seat. You didn't give them more than a glance as you continued to walk across the parking lot.

When you got closer to the school building, you saw your two closest friends standing there - Chris and Crystal.

Crystal was the first to notice the tear stains on your cheeks. Chris was too oblivious, pulling you into a hug. It was exactly what you needed. After an argument with your brother, you knew they wouldn't ask any details or harp on it too long.

Although the company of your friends was comforting for you, it wasn't for the people sitting in their cars behind you -

Jasper and Bella, sitting in the parked cars behind you, had their eyes closed, just to make sure nothing happened once you went inside with your friends. As soon as you stepped inside, they opened their eyes again,

You were quiet as you watched your two best friends chatting while walking down the hallway. The tiredness was starting to slowly set in, but you weren't too worried about that. Even your teacher had made an agreement with you. As long as you got good grades, she would let you sleep in class. So, you tried to engage in the conversation as much as you could, even if it made you exhausted, as it usually did talking to the two idiots you called friends.

"No, I'm saying Natalie and her roommate disappeared." Natalie was one of the popular girls in school. You weren't friends with her or her roommate, but this was where the gossip would usually go.

"Maybe something happened to Natalie's roommate and she's just looking after them," you added to the conversation, providing your own speculation.

"No, no. Well, maybe, I guess no one knows. Did you guys hear? Sounds like we might be able to get out of a little bit of work in gym today. It sounds like we'll just be sparring and you know how the gym teacher is. He's so sexist - he won't let any of the girls participate," Crystal always hated gym class. Her excuse was she had really bad hand eye coordination.

"Uhhhhh." Chris was obviously not excited to fight one of his friends in front of a bunch of girls.

"Yup," Rose teased, throwing an arm around your waist, and pulling you into her. If Chris decided to hit her, this was always her ploy to use you as a human shield.

"Alright, alright. You idiot, let me go to class." Crystal walked away, heading for her Spanish class and telling Chris that she'd see him in gym.

You walked into your English class, saying hello to your teacher, and took a seat at your usual table. You didn't like sitting next to the window, so you took the seat right next to it. No one usually sat around you because well, you wouldn't be much help. You usually just fell asleep and as you did everyday, you put on your hood and put your head down in your arms.

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Everything for English went perfectly smooth, even with you sleeping through the entire class with your notebook under your arm. Jasper took down notes for you, periodically looking at the clock to look at your reflection. Bella sat behind you, staring at the clock for the majority of the class. if you had been awake, you would've thought she'd had enough of school already, or she just really wanted to see her partner. You'd seen Divine do it multiple times before, and it could only be assumed it was the same for Bella.

Next was Biology to, as usual, you sat by yourself. Usually, you'd pair up with some acquaintances that you had in that class, For this class, you were sitting next to one of the new students, Emmett.

Seeing him immediately brought you back to the parking lot, You just stared straight ahead, deep in thought, not taking in a word your teacher said, as you thought about what happened earlier that morning.

You scanned the room, and sure enough, you were able to recognize the girl who was sitting with Emmett in the car. She was pretty and had paper-white skin, something you hadn't noticed when you were walking past her. Maybe it was because your eyes were blurry with tears?

A small part of you was kind of worried, though. It wasn't even possible for some one to be that light. Maybe vitiligo, or a lack of sunlight? Or, maybe they just didn't go out a lot?

But before you could think too much on it, the professor started the lesson. Today, you were going over chemical bonds. It sounded complicated from what you could gather before you started to space out. In the corner of your eye, you noticed that Rosalie and Emmett had a close eye on you.

What did their proximity to you mean? You had no idea, but as you started to space out on the lesson, you couldn't help but pay more attention to the duo than anything else in the class.

"When you think of bonds, you may not think of ions, like most people you probably think of bonds between people - like-." After that, the professor started speaking again, although, just like earlier, you started to space out as soon as he did once again.

It seemed like he wasn't planning on giving a long spiel and was going to give you a paper or partner work regardless. Either way, you were pretty sure that spacing out wouldn't hurt that much. You'd already slept through English today, and you'd been fine.

You ended up resting your hand on the table as you began gazing into one of the walls. Sitting in the back middle of the class, it was pretty much far-fetched for the teacher to notice you and call you out. On top of that, the majority of teachers knew of your home arrangement and would give you much more leeway than the rest of your classmates.

Your hand on the table felt like something was slowly taking away some heat. It started at your pinky and a little bit of your wrist. When you glanced over to your new table-mate, you saw that he had his hand next to yours and was tapping the table.

What do you make of this? Do you just keep staring ahead? Or, do you try to get a better look at what he's doing and maybe even talk to him? Just as all these questions started to swirl around in your brain the teacher told all the students that they would be choosing partners.

As kids scattered around the classroom to find a partner, you noticed your table mate quickly look over at the girl from the parking lot. Their gaze was intense and it looked like they were whispering or mouthing something to each other. The motion was almost fluid, it was as if they were having a personal conversation of some sort. But, they weren't yelling or getting loud, and the situation was so tense that you had the impression that they were discussing something else... like, a secret! What was it about though?… As your table mate moved his hand, his arm flexed and muscles contracted, as if he was holding back from reaching out to you or trying to make some point or comfort himself. You couldn't quite tell what his motive was, but something was definitely on his mind...and it made you curious.

"Hey there!"

Nella was as sweet as her nickname and was not like any of the other students who treated new students like freaks at a circus. She had a natural gift for making friends anywhere she went.

"So I was wondering," Nella says. "But it's all up to you." She pauses, "I know you don't really like partnering up with people you're not really comfortable with, and I totally get that."

"But," she continues, "I was thinking, maybe one of us," she gestures to you and herself, "each could partner up with one of the new kids?"

You nod in agreement, as the group of remaining students breaks out into hushed chatter, discussing partnerships and strategies.

A small, nagging voice in the back of your mind was telling you this was a mistake, but it was too late now. Nella was already off to find the girl from the parking lot. It made you feel awful that that was all you really knew about her.

You turned to see your table mate, his eyes fixated on you. Everything in you told you that this was a bad decision and you were right. He asked the question you feared, only serving to confirm your suspicions.

"So we're partners?" his voice sounds off. Though you've never heard him speak before, something feels wrong. The way he spoke...it was weird.

Fear and worry took hold of you as he asked the question, afraid that you had made a mistake.

"No, this is all in my head," you tell yourself. "I'm being paranoid. There is nothing to worry about; I'm probably just on edge since I've been feeling so emotional all day."

Then, you hear your table mate ask you a question, which makes your heart start racing all over again.

"so what's your name? I don't think you've told me yet." His tone was so friendly, that you almost forgot what you were panicking about.

"Y/n, what's your name?" You're noticeably calmer now and are actually able to focus on your partner. You decide to ignore those intrusive thoughts and take a deep breath to remain in control.

"I'm Emmett," he says, "and your friend is partnered with Rosalie" he adds, as if that explains everything. The fact that he dropped that information without any sort of preamble makes you wonder if he was just making a casual observation or maybe he noticed you were kind of nervous up

As the class continued, you were mostly tuned out. However, you were surprised to realize that Emmett was doing most of the work. It was as if your table mate had a hidden talent for understanding this stuff that you just couldn't comprehend.

Rosalie also caught your attention; she frequently looked over at you, but it was never nerve-racking or intimidating. It felt...natural and normal.

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In your Spanish class, you need to discussed something with Crystal. You anxiously rocked back-and-forth on your heels, waiting for her outside English classroom. You always walked together, and you needed someone to talk to about your feelings and how weird class was.

You also felt uncomfortable with the way the town perceived the new kids. They gave you bad vibes, and you just couldn't fully trust them.

Although Crystal wasn't the first one out of the classroom, a new girl was. You had never seen her around, so you suspected she was new to town.

When she spotted you, the new girl quickly stopped in her tracks. She bit her bottom lip and quickly continued walking.

Although you hadn't spoken a single word to the new girl, you could tell there was something else in her mind. It seemed like she wanted to approach you, but was hesitant to do so...

And before you knew it, Crystal was right in front of you with a small smile pulling at the corner of her lips, hoping you would indulge in the drama.

"She's a bit strange, isn't she?" Crystal whispers and pauses for a moment. "She goes by the name of Alice, and we are sitting next to each other."

With that, Crystal quickly moves on. Beginning to walk to Spanish class.

"Well, in every single one of my classes there's been a new student, and I was partnered with one of them. Alice seemed pretty okay, so maybe you should just give her a chance."

You paused, unsure of what to say next. You felt so anxious and stressed out by the whole situation, but you didn't want to sound like you were complaining or making excuses.

So instead, you decided to keep it quick and concise. "I've been a little stressed out lately and the new kids don't really help."

"God, it's your brother and Olivia again. I hate them," Crystal says in an annoyed tone. "I know they're in love or whatever, but she can't just throw away all the responsibilities he has."

She got really upset when it seemed like someone was screwing you over, especially with Olivia since the two of them hadn't gotten along too well. You, however, felt conflicted. You understood your brother's anger, but your siblings would be distraught if they heard what he had said.

You tried to keep your attention on Crystal, but you kept getting sucked back into your own thoughts. After getting thrown back into your thoughts for what felt like the hundredth time, a tap on your shoulder brought you back to reality. You looked over at Crystal, who now wore a bright red flush on her cheeks.

As you looked over, you saw a new student. He was a tall, buff guy, obviously Crystal's type. His teeth were sharp, and his hair looked greasy, like he'd been sweating.

"Excuse me, could you tell me where Spanish is?" he asked. His tone came across as a bit demanding and harsh. You didn't know what his problem was, but you were quick to jump as he seemingly appeared out of nowhere.

He quickly apologized for scaring you. He explained that he was in a rush, which was why his tone sounded a bit harsh. He was just kinda frazzled, since he didn't really know anyone in his new school.

In that moment, Crystal shot her shot and began trying to push you out of the conversation. She knew you were stressed, and she wanted to take control of the situation.

Jacob and Crystal continued their conversation as they walked to Spanish class together. Although his eyes occasionally gazed your way, you felt comfortable; it wasn't the same as everyone else looking at you with some weird thing in their eyes.

Jake was enjoying the conversation; he seemed comfortable and happy to talk. He reminded you of the time when your brother and you were on the same team and felt like the two of you could take on anything together.

Once you made it into the classroom, you moved to your seat. You typically went on autopilot at this point, distracted by your daydreams. But today, you were having just a little too much fun eavesdropping on Jake and Crystal's conversation

Slowly but surely, Crystal and Jake make their way to you. If Jake had been in a different Spanish class, you were positive Crystal would have followed him.

you decided it would be better if you stopped eavesdropping and simply let your eyes wander around the classroom. You were curious to see if your conspiracy theory about every single one of the new kids being in your classes was actually true...

And sure enough, one of the new students was Alice from before. Her eyes seemed to stare at you with a blank, empty expression. It was almost as if she was dead, like a zombie, waiting for the right moment to pounce. Before you could give it too much thought, you grabbed your pencil pouch and laid out a few of your favorite colors on your desk.

This class wasn't your favorite, and you typically stuck to monotone colors when taking notes. But this could be an exception, especially because Alice was sitting so close to you.

Jake and Crystal's conversation began to taper off as Jake continued to look down at his phone. His eyes occasionally lingered on you and Alice , but you were only getting most of this information from Crystal.

Since the lesson had already begun, you chose to pay attention to what Miss Glosson was teaching. Despite all your curiosity about the new students, you decided it was best to try and focus on studying instead of getting distracted.

As Crystal and Jake's conversation died off, Allison and Jake were now involved in their own stare down. Each of them waited for the other to make the first move, deciding between who would finally budge and move.

Edward had been sending everyone texts throughout the day detailing your thoughts. You had a really bad gut feeling and you felt like this whole situation was kind of freaking you out. However, the Cullens were known for their stubbornness and unwillingness to do what they didn't want to do, The hardest thing was that Jake didn't want to see the same thing happen to you as it did to Bella. You were anxious and had your own issues to deal with. You didn't need a clan of vampires desperate for your attention, especially not with their abilities.

The Cullens were stubborn, especially when they wanted something. This was going to turn out to be way more than Jake thought it would be.

At some point, Alice finally broke when she looked at you and then down at her phone. Jasper and Edward both texted her, presumably worried about your weird vibes and how odd they made you feel.

Jasper expressed concern over your emotions, saying they were "off."

Edward also weighed in, saying you were going through a lot. He mentioned your worries about your family, school, and also made a mention about the staring contest between Alice and Jacob, which was definitely not helping your stress levels. There was always a slight hint of mint whenever you were thinking about school, and your family, The flavor either varied between vibrant, cherry, or strawberry for positive thoughts, or sour for negative feelings.

When you were stressed in particular, it was a bland flavor. A taste that was salty and extremely stale, like everything just went away. An empty void of flavors. It was almost like eating food without salt or any seasoning. Like a stale bread crust, devoid of any flavor.

At some point, Alice finally broke when she looked at you and then down at her phone. Jasper and Edward both texted her, presumably worried about your weird vibes and how odd they made you feel.

Jasper expressed concern over your emotions, saying they were "off."

Alice couldn't believe what was happening. She couldn't believe Jake was staring at her like she had anything harmful in mind towards you. She was there to protect you, to cherish you, to do anything for you.

How dare he think she could do something to harm you?! It was crazy to even think she could do anything like that. That was just ridiculous and out of the question.

Jacob finally looked down at his phone. He almost snarled at the way the Cullens talked about you. They spoke about you as if you were already part of the family, like you had already accepted their offer.

The fact that Jasper talked so freely about your emotions made Jacob even more frustrated. Just because he could taste them, didn't mean he should discuss them so openly. Your home life was not just an open topic for the Cullens to talk about freely with each other.

As Alice suddenly stood up without asking permission, she nearly threw the door off the hinges while leaving. Jake, on the other hand, followed after her, not to comfort her, but to scold her for her outburst.

This whole ordeal confused both yourself and Crystal. You were both directly behind Alice and the door. When she threw the door open, it ended up scaring the hell out of you both.

As Alice left the classroom, she knew she scared you. Edward and Jasper had been texting her non-stop.

Jasper hated the new taste in your mind. It was overpowered with cinnamon and something sour, like a lemon. The tastes didn't blend well at all.

Upon seeing Jake follow her, you’d thought they'd be back-to-back arguing, but it appeared they weren't. Instead, the moment Alice was out of your vicinity, she took off running down the hallway, much faster than she should have.

Humans might not have been able to see a blur like Alice, but she was moving so quickly that she was just barely detectable. The hallway cameras were mostly for show, and Jake knew that Alice was headed towards the elementary school that was just nearby. When Alice was looking for something that reminded her of you, she opted for the elementary school.

It wasn't far , and the elementary school wasn't very big or important in itself. But it was a place that would remind Alice of you. well, your little siblings reminded Alice of you would be more correct

Once Alice arrived at the elementary school, she stopped outside of one of the windows and looked inside. She was able to see right into your sibling's classroom. Renesme was also inside the classroom.

Even though Renesme technically shouldn't be put into the school yet, the Cullens had found a way to make it happen. They knew that it would give them an excuse to see you just a little bit more. It also helped further cement Renesme's place in the family, which was a plus.

When Alice looked into the classroom, she saw Sarah and Melanie playing dolls with Renesme. Carter occasionally tried to insert himself into the game, either by slamming a dinosaur into the doll or sneaking in toy cars here and there.

Renesme was having a great time. She had never had the opportunity to play with kids who were the same age as her or looked the same age as her. Even though she wasn't taught everything she needed to be a part of human society, it still brought Alice great comfort watching Renesme enjoy herself.

Even though Renesme was a definite bonus, she wouldn't completely calm Alice down. If she was Bella, then seeing her kids and a small dose of you and your siblings' bone structure would have definitely calmed her down. However, since she wasn't Bella, Alice was thinking about requesting Jasper to come see her

Before Alice could do anything, Jake arrived. He walked all the way to the elementary school to follow her.

"You look like a total creep, standing in front of a school and peering in through the window," Jake said.

"If you're trying to be subtle, you're doing horrible, and Edward, standing outside the classroom? Seriously? Can she have any privacy?" Jake continued.

It's not our fault," Alice said defensively.

"It's only way for Edward to hear her thoughts. If he couldn't, then this process would be moving much more quickly."

Alice then continued, "If you don't like the speed we're moving now, then you definitely wouldn't like it if it was moving at the same speed that we're thinking..."

She explained that it wasn't their fault. Even though Alice understood Jake's thoughts, she still felt that the Cullens deserved more of a chance.

It's not my fault," Alice said. She defended her position once more. "It's the only way Edward can hear her thoughts."

"Edward got really crazy last time when he couldn't hear Bella's thoughts at all," she continued.

Alice also seemed bothered by Jake's constant input. "Why do you always have to insert your opinion into everything," she said.

Jake and Alice had retreated into the nearby woods. They had spotted a teacher watching them and saw Renesme looking at them out of the corner of her eye.

The fight had not ended, and in fact, there was no end in sight, as the two sides seemed pretty determined to stick to their own opinions.

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As soon as gym class started, it was time for the boys to spar. Chris was paired up with Emmett for this, while all the girls were required to sit on the bleachers.

Bella and Rosalee was sitting behind you, while Crystal was right next to you. You had been leaning on her shoulder, curled up in a ball.

This was the first time in a few days where you just felt so tired. You wanted a break from life's craziness

Suddenly, you felt a cold hand over your forehead. You jerked back abruptly, as the person who touched you was concerned.

"Are you getting sick? You're burning up."

You quickly denied it, trying not to even think about the possibility. There was no way you could be sick right now, not with everything else going on. You had a doctor's appointment to get to in just 30 minutes. You just couldn't be sick.

"No, no, no."

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Author note

So sorry this took so long because I had been lacking motivation, which has made life very hectic and difficult. I realize there's a lot more that I need to add, and this is already a lot to begin with. However, there will be another part. Rest assured it may just take a while

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littlespace-imagines · 10 months

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hey 😁🩷 can you do rosalie hale taking care of a little girl? thank you 🌹🪷🙏🌈🌻

Cg!Rosalie Hale x Little!Fem!Reader

Contains: CG/L, reader has Fem pronouns, fluff, Littlespace, honorifics (Momma) used

Rosalie would absolutely adore being a CG and having someone to spoil and love.

Your favorite little store has released new gear? Mommas got you.

You want your hair done? Don’t even have to ask she’s already braiding your hair and pressing soft kisses to your cheeks.

I think the would make you your own space in the garage to play while she works on cars, if you ask her to show you she will gladly explain it for you.

Insists on you taking naps and sets timers so you eat on time, she is very on top of taking care of you.

Rosalie is a strict caregiver but her punishments are very calm, preferring time outs and discussions to more extreme measures

Loves showering you in gifts and new little gear.

Carries pacis and fidget toys for you.

Rosalie will also love to carry you around, humming little songs she’s made up as she hold you tight against you, letting you fall asleep in her arms.

#littlespace fanfiction #x little!reader #little!reader #xlittle!reader #twilight x reader #twilight agere #rosalie hale #rosalie x reader #rosalie hale x reader

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axailslink · 11 months

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Love Someone Else

꧁༒☬𝕽𝖔𝖘𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖊 𝕺𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖊 𝖝 𝕱𝕰𝕸 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗☬༒꧂

Summary: The death of your husband brings you to Rosalie to remind her of what was once and what could possibly still be if given the chance.

╰•★★ 𝓢𝓷𝓲𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓽 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓬: ★★•╯

“ "you haven't been this dressed up since the funeral Y/n please don't tell me this is all for me?" Stuck between the kiss her soft voice and warm hands you don't know how to respond but it's not as if she was looking for one. ”

I ain't saying smut but I ain't saying fluff either

✦•·················• 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐜 •·················•✦

Rosalie stares at the plate in your hand for only a moment before quickly inviting you in from the dark and chillness of the night. "What brings you at this hour Mrs. Y/l/n?" You place the dish on the table and smile before you ask her a daring question that you know she doesn't know the answer to "why do I not love him?" Rose hesitates to move and to answer "I'm sorry?" "I do not love him. Surely I mourn for him and get upset because he's no longer around but I didn't like anything about him. Rose did you like the touch of your husband?" Rosalie gently takes your coat from you and hangs it up "of course but he was dead before we made it anywhere close to the altar you know." You had forgotten Rose never married she had plans to but due to the murder of her fianceé she never did. "I'm sorry" Rose accepts your apology with a nod "it's fine it was... A long time ago. I hate to give you this advice but it's easier to move on. To love someone else." You shake your head watching Rosalie walk away from you "Rose do you remember when we were school girls?" her face lights up at the reminder "that depends babies or fresh out the pack of lites?" You smile shakily as you answer "when we were teenagers you nineteen me just turning eighte-" "Y/n" "we were learning about our bodies and you touched m-" "Y/n!" You want to stop out of respect for her but you can't "Rose please why did you do it? Why'd you confuse me?" Rosalie sits on the couch "I didn't mean to Y/n if I had known you hadn't thought of me in that way I would have never let my hand slide underneath your gown that night. I asked multiple times if you wanted me to stop you never said no never shook your head. So I'm sorry you cannot fault me because you are unsure of what your body wants." She's right you're confused when it comes to what your body wants but you're well aware of what your mind wants. "Rosalie" "what Y/n?" You grab her hand and pull her to you planting a soft kiss on her lips "we didn't do that. That night. You lips grazed mine multiple times as I... neither of us has the confidence to kiss. Now I do." Rosalie closes her eyes before deciding on her next move. "Leave" her words hurt but that's an appropriate response so you turn on your heel and grab your coat but before you can touch the door she sighs "why couldn't you have realized all of this when we were younger? You never loved that man you threw yourself into loving him because you knew you loved me."

"I was scared, Rose. I was so fucking scared" Rosalie sighs and kicks off her heels before approaching you and grabbing you by your face making you lean in and she kisses you a lot better than you did her moments ago. Rosalie first pecks your parted lips before slipping her tongue in your mouth and sucking on yours. Her hands roam your body dragging your dress up your thighs now that she's close it's kind of short "you haven't been this dressed up since the funeral Y/n please don't tell me this is all for me?" Stuck between the kiss her soft voice and warm hands you don't know how to respond but it's not as if she was looking for one. "Rose" Rosalie looks at you with fear of you telling her to stop "do you want me to stop?" It's like a repeat of that night everything seems the exact same her question, those full eyes, and her hands movements but this time you're sure. "No it's just you've been focusing on everything but..." You hesitate with your words but Rose knows she drops to her knees with a hard thump you're sure she's scratched but she doesn't seem worried about it as she pushes you against the front door and guides your gown up your body but she stops seeing the all too familiar night gown draped underneath. "You're wearing the same one" you nod Rosalie gets up immediately turning you around and unzipping the day gown letting it fall around your feet and revealing the white buttoned gown beneath. "So what is this? To tease me or remind me?" You don't know how to reply or what to say "because if this is a reminder trust I can do so much more than you experienced that night."

Her hands glide beneath your gown crawling up your skin as she kisses your inner thighs uncomfortable with your current position you prop one of your legs upon her shoulder immediately pulling her in the gown's draped over her head. You're not sure what to expect first you can't see her frowning face when she's thinking you're not sure what she's going to do next. Her tongue glides against your already wet folds and you're weak you can feel the smile on her face seeing your body's reaction. She grabs hold of the propped leg as she toys with your clit sucking and nibbling doing the complete opposite of neglecting but giving it all of her attention her hands no longer wander your skin or touch anything else for that matter Rosalie's other hand is tucked in her lap. Mumbles of her name are heard rolling off your lips as your body shakes only motivating her to continue. You push her head away from it being too much but she continues now sliding her thumb across your slit letting it get soaked in your juices which are coming down your leg. She gently pushes her thumb against your slit letting it breach that barrier just a little bit to tease you. "Rose for fucks sake" Rose laughs and kisses your clit as she finally breaches the barrier fully gently fucking you with that one finger but seeing as it does nothing to stop the aching building in your lower stomach she switches to her pointer finger and middle finger gently fucking that pretty soaked pussy of yours. The curl of her fingers almost brings you sliding down the door but that hand on your thigh gently taps you "uh-uh stand up" you want to cry she's asking for too much right now your body is throbbing around just those two fingers and she needs you to stand up after she's toyed with you and tired you out. You want to bring this climax to an end so you rut against her fingers you can't see Rosalie but she smiles almost proud of you "awn why are you rushing I thought you wanted this?" You pull the gown up and Rosalie smiles at you "yes baby?" You feel her fingers start to come to a slow place and you want to get up and walk off "no no no no please baby let m-" "no."

"No?"

"No."

"What the fu-" Rosalie pulls her fingers from you and stuffs them in your mouth silencing you immediately. "Do you still taste as good?" You nod and Rose slowly removes her fingers watching as a trail of saliva leaves your mouth too "lemme see" Rosalie licks into your open mouth and you smile. "Go home" you spare her a confused glance "and come back with your things tomorrow I'll have a drawer ready and my closet cleared. I wouldn't dare let you have such a beautiful release right here against this door like some street walker you deserve a bed. You'll get that tomorrow." Rosalie grabs your coat from your balled fist that you truthfully forgot you were holding and carefully pulls it over your night gown she pecks your cheek and opens the door. Rosalie watches you leave thinking about you wearing nothing but a night gown under that pretty black coat of yours as she picks up the day gown and folds it.

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A/n: leaving y'all with another quick fic before I go to basic. Enjoy some Rosalie angst and smut. Unedited of course.

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thegoldfishkid13 · 5 months

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How would Rosalie react to her human mate spending the night & they get their period?

Honestly I feel that Rosalie would be very help full. She wouldn't stress or freak out, she would get you what you needed. She would run to the store if you needed pads or tampons. Want any snacks? She s getting them. If you are having bad cramps she would cuddle you and take care of you. If you bleed on the sheets she doesn't care. She was once human and knows how it feels. She is also really attentive.

#twilight #twilight imagine #twilight x reader #rosalie cullen #rosalie hale #rosalie x reader

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arin-swear-rose · 2 years

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✨TWILIGHT✨ in a nutshell…

Disco tampon fights dog with issues over walking crippling anxiety. Crippling anxiety doesn’t like dog with issues, but doesn’t wanna hurt dog with issues. So she hops between the two, but makes it clear, she likes the disco tampon. Crippled anxiety then finds out disco tampon, is in fact, a disco tampon! She’s like “ooh, so pretty! So cool! I wanna date you even more.”

Crippling anxiety meets disco tampon’s family, and expensive girl is like “WE BEST FRIENDS” while her boyfriend, blood constipation, can’t be around her cause he wants to do want tampons do and suck da blood.

Moody booty CanNOT stand crippling anxiety, and wants her to go away. (Same bestie, it’s tiring) Anyway! Moody Booty’s boyfriend, Gorilla Man is a lovable dumbass.

They adoptive parents, Dr. steal yo wife and Ms. I just met you but I claim you as my kid Are loving! Crippling anxiety is a dumbass and follows tracker the tractor and almost become a disco tampon.

Disco tampon family leave crippling anxiety behind and she becomes crippling depression. She almost dies, but expensive girl is like “NO! HELP ME SAVE DISCO TAMPON!”

They then go to ?Italy? and crippling depression saves disco tampon, gets threatened by Rat-man and his premium disco tampons, and becomes crippling anxiety again.

Crippling anxiety leaves dog with issues for disco tampon and they get married. THEN! CRIPPLING ANXIETY GETS HORNY AND CREATES FAKE DOLL BABY!

Crippling anxiety become a disco tampon; dog with issues imprints on doll baby, becomes alpha, and has his baby pack. Rat-man and his team of premium disco tampons wanna kill doll baby cause she a child who don’t age. But the original disco tampons are like “fuck you!”

And they fight, with the help of wannabe werewolves. Blood constipation dies, Dr. Steal yo wife dies, Rat-man and his team of premium disco tampons die, and a bunch of other disco tampons die. Including the wannabe werewolves!

But then it turns out that it was a vision 👀 expensive girl had, which would happen if Rat-man tried to kill doll baby.

Bonus: Crippling anxiety became crippling anger and tried to kill dog with issues because he imprinted on doll baby. She ended up hurting tiny cutie. But tiny cutie was like “it’s ok” and they mended that real quick…

and every Caucasian in that movie had a big ass forehead

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andreafmn · 9 months

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Bound | Chapter 2

Word Count: 3K

Summary: Rosalie always carried the resentment of not being able to fulfill the image of the perfect family she had in her head. But the universe had set out to grant her everything she could've hoped for in the most unconventional way and in the form of a witch. Can their love withstand the promise of forever or will Rosalie and (Y/N) succumb to the grapples of time?

A/N: this is basically just a "and they were roommates" and a "history will call them best friends" situation. For all effects of the time period, they do refer to each other as friends though. 😉😉 Also, sorry I wasn't able to update my other stories. Have not been feeling very well these past few days and writing only exacerbates my migraines.

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What happened to her during the late hours of the night one late April in 1933, (Y/N) (Y/L/N) could not tell. She had been lying in bed when all of a sudden, all she could feel was pain and fear. Her body trembled and whined, begging for something –anything– that would ease that pain.

Her body raised from her bed, clutching at the walls of her room in the darkness. With the flick of a shaking hand, the candles on her vanity turned on, their flames illuminating the area slightly. (Y/N) sat in front of her mirror, checking her body for any sign of a bite or scratch, for any external reason as to why her body was in excruciating pain.

But there was nothing. Nothing to explain why she felt an unbearable burning running through her veins. It was the sort of sensation that could only come from a freezing state. The scolding blaze that only the lowest temperatures could bring. She could feel it flowing across her body, no site of emergence she could determine.

There was a feeling of fear inside her that she couldn’t explain as well. It called for death, tempting closer, its breath cold against her neck. She had never been afraid of dying. It had always been a fair spirit to her. Even if it had taken her mother at a young age, (Y/N) knew that it had been for a reason. But that night, she did not understand Her intentions or why she was seeking for her soul.

She tried to keep quiet. To hold in the scream that was boiling inside her throat. She wanted to release every ounce of pain throat her throat until it hurt from the wailing. Hard as she tried, sobs and whimpers escaped her, and the groans simply slipped out.

“Is everything alright, (Y/N)?” Her best friend, Bea, walked into the bedroom, rubbing sleep off her eyes. “I can hear you struggling from the living room.”

“I don’t…,” the girl tried to speak. “I don’t know –ugh– what’s happening.”

The groaning put Bea on high alert, scuffling toward her friend in an instant. “What is it, (Y/N)?” she questioned, her hands cradling (Y/N)’s face. “Where does it hurt?”

“Everywhere,” she croaked breathlessly. “It hurts everywhere.”

“Here, let’s get you to bed,” Bea cooed, wrapping her arm around her friend’s waist. She helped her to the bed, partially covering her shaking body with a blanket. (Y/N) was trembling like she was freezing, but her body was sweating as if a fever was ransacking her body. “I’m gonna scan your body, okay? Maybe that’ll tell us more about what’s happening with you.”

Bea left the room, and (Y/N) could hear her tinkering around the kitchen, gathering ingredients and items she could need. The girl stumbled in minutes later, her arms full of herbs, a mortar and pestle, a pitcher of water, a wooden bowl, and various vials that (Y/N) could not discern.

The raven-haired girl sat by the bed, placing all the ingredients and instruments on the floor. The smells from whatever paste Bea was making eased her body slightly. Scents of sage, rosemary, ginger, and moringa danced in her nose, letting her focus on something other than her hurt. The paste felt cold against her skin as Bea spread it on her arms, her chest, then her forehead, cooling everything that it touched. But it did nothing for the ache deep in her bones.

(Y/N) could hear her friend as she poured the water into the bowl, speaking an incantation she knew far too well but could not remember at that moment. Her hand governed above the liquid, turning counterclockwise with the fire-red light that left her body. Had she not been writhing in agony, she would have been so proud of how far Bea had come with her magic.

“I need your hand, (Y/N),” she said softly. Her hands took her friend’s, holding onto the index finger of her left hand. “This might pinch a little.”

In the midst of her pain, (Y/N) did not feel as Bea dug the point of a knife into her finger, letting the blood drip down the digit. What she did note was that instead of the water turning into black goo or simply a light pink, it made the liquid disappear in a small explosion.

“Well, that has never happened before,” Bea mumbled in astonishment. “I think we might have to call the High Priestess, (Y/N). I can’t explain what just happened to you.”

“NO!” (Y/N) exclaimed before she fell back with a groan. “Just stay with me. It’ll pass. Just stay with me.”

“Alright. As you wish.”

Bea sighed before ultimately crawling behind (Y/N) on the bed. She cradled her friend’s body, reciting a pain-relieving spell over the paste that covered her extremities. They stayed in that position as the night passed. As (Y/N) remained in discomfort, Bea continued comforting her as best as she could. She’d smooth down her hair, she would distract her with stories their parents used to tell them when they were younger, and she’d sing lullabies she remembered from their childhood. Everything and anything she could think of to make this unexplainable experience better for her best friend.

Hours went by, and the two friends remained in each other’s arms, and at some point, they drifted off to sleep. The rays of the sun snuck in through the windows, basking their bodies in warmth. Somehow, the night had shifted into day, and the body-shaking pain had subsided as though it had never happened.

When Bea finally awoke, she found that (Y/N) was gone from the bed. And though she worried for a second, she somehow knew that her friend had simply gone to the only place they would when the need to decompress was too high. She cleaned up the mess from the night before and headed to the river just outside the village their coven resided in.

She walked down the trail the two had traveled together many times over the years. The babbling brook had become a place of solace for both of them. When life seemed to weigh down their shoulders, they could go to the river and allow the cold water to make them feel new. It had been the only place where they could feel free. Where the eyes of some people in the coven or of the people from the town could not judge them. Whatever they were.

Bea found (Y/N)’s figure quickly. The girl was sitting by the river banks, the bottom of her white dress soaked already as her feet dipped into the water. In silence, she joined her friend’s side, a wave of relief washing over the burning in her veins. (Y/N) was alright –at least she seemed– and that was all she could ask for.

“You left so early this morning,” Bea finally sighed, breaking the silence. She took a strand of (Y/N)’s hair and ran it through her fingers, something she only did when her anxieties were getting the best of her. “I was afraid something else had happened.”

“I’m sorry to have worried you,” (Y/N) smiled. She kissed the skin of Bea’s shoulder and leaned into her friend’s touch. “But I needed some time by myself. Last night… last night was indescribable.”

“And how are you feeling now? Your complexion looks much better, I must say.”

“I feel amazing,” (Y/N) sighed contentedly. “I don’t know how to explain it. But I feel powerful. Like my magic has grown within me –if that’s even possible. I have no idea what I went through last night, but right now, I feel almost invincible.”

“Was it a magical resurgence, then?” Bea offered. “I’ve heard of them, but I never thought they would be so… violent.”

“It could have been,” she responded. “I can’t be sure. My magic does feel stronger than it has ever been. The earth around me feels like it is buzzing with excitement. As though it knows something that I don’t. Still, it has never been described this way in our books. And I’ve never heard of it happening after your twenty years of age.”

Bea sighed, her head falling slightly at the weight of the next words she spoke. (Y/N) was acting too nonchalant as to what had happened, and she was still shaking with fright from the night before. “I thought you were dying, (Y/N),” she cried. “It seemed like at any moment you would slip away from me.”

The girl turned her head to her friend, her heart breaking as she saw the tears falling down her eyes. Her hands flew to her face, her mouth kissing away the tears before they stained her skin. “I’m sorry, Bea,” (Y/N) whispered as she hugged her friend’s head close to her chest. “I would never want to scare you like that. Not willingly.”

“I don’t know what I would have done. I don’t know how I could ever go on without you by my side. I can’t lose someone else from my family.”

“Oh, my darling, Bea,” she said, her voice muddled by the black hair of her friend. “I’m right here, darling. I haven’t left. I’m right here.”

(Y/N) kept Bea close to her chest until the girl’s shaking sobs weakened. She ran her hand through the black locks of hair, calming her unsteady heart with a gentle touch. Thankful there was no one around, she kept her close to her chest, kissing the top of her head every few seconds.

“I can imagine it was scary for you as well,” Bea continued once she had calmed, her gaze suddenly more interested in her hands. “And what happened with your blood, I… at least we can rule out dark magic. But you were in so much pain, I could not bear it. Even if it did strengthen your magic now, I thought it was going to take you from me.”

(Y/N) cradled Bea’s cheek, forcing her eyes to bore into hers. “It’ll take the Great Mother herself to strike me down to take me from you,” she answered sternly. “You are my family, Bea. And I’m not planning on leaving your side.”

“Don’t speak that way of the Great Goddess,” the girl chuckled, her pale cheeks burning red. “You know the universe has a tendency to throw curveballs when you least expect it.”

“Since when do you speak in sports metaphors, Bea?” (Y/N) laughed. “The next time you come in from town, you’ll be dressing like Jean Harlow.”

“Don’t pretend like you would hate that,” she laughed. And it was such a beautiful sound that it made the woman smile brightly, the corner of her mouth stretching as far as they could. “But could you imagine what people would say if I came to the village wearing a red-silk slip dress? I’m sure I’d be run out of the coven with fire. I can already hear old Reginald telling me that a lady should always dress respectably.”

“Darling, you could be wearing a tarp over your body, and my eyes would still be on you,” she smiled. “There’s nothing that could keep me from gravitating toward you.”

Her hand rested against the skin of her cheek, tracing the curvature of her features, kissing the corner of her mouth. It was the same face she had looked at for years, and yet she never grew tired of looking at it. The way the corners of her eyes crinkled when she smiled, the way her dazzling icy-blue eyes beamed brighter when she spoke about her dreams to become the coven’s High Priestess, the way her pink lips slightly parted when she focused on listening to someone; all the things that made her the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. The very face she could have died staring at if that was her destiny.

(Y/N) wanted to confess the love that warmed her heart whenever she was with her. But those were words that would condemn them. They would force a spotlight on them that they could not bear. Not where they lived, not in the times they lived. They were forced into silence into stolen glances and a title that was far too small for the significance of her in (Y/N)’s life.

“It’s not fair, you know,” Bea sighed after a beat of silence. “We shouldn’t have to hide this way.”

“Have you been practicing your mind-reading spells?”

“No,” she smiled. “But it’s written on your face. It’s written on us every day that passes. It’s not fair.”

“I cannot speak to fairness, Bea. But it’s the world we live in. And maybe one day it won’t be, but for now, this is the way things are,” (Y/N) said, the thread of defeat sewn into her words. “I wish I could hold your hand when we are in town, I wish I had been able to steal a kiss from you in the halls of the school. I wish I could declare to the entire world that you are by my side. That you have been and always will be more than my best friend.”

“And I wish I could give all of that to you, (Y/N). I want that for you, and I want that for me,” she said, her voice breaking under the weight of her emotions. “I want the world to be okay with the way I feel for you. I want them to welcome us with open arms and understand that love can look a thousand different ways.”

“I know, Bea. But there are two secrets about us that the world can never know. Not for the time being, at least. Maybe in the next life, we’ll find each other again, and things will be different.”

“I hope so, too,” she smiled with a sigh. The river rushed rippled before them, running to meet the sea, to become part of something bigger. “You know, they call this the Bound Souls’ Bank. Have I told you the story before?”

“Only a thousand times,” Bea chuckled as she stared into (Y/N)’s eyes. “But I’ll never grow tired of hearing it.”

“Well, it’s said that a young couple met in this very river many, many, many years ago –long before even our parents were in plans to be born– a young couple met in this very river. Maybe it was by chance, pure coincidence. But many say it was fate. That it had to have been fate,” (Y/N) related. “Their paths had never meant to cross. Not in this lifetime, at least. They deemed it almost impossible for these two hearts to ever know of the other. Alas, life brought them together.

“The man had been chased to the river; not many know why. Still, he’d gotten there at the exact moment the woman had come to wash her linens. She did not know him, but she had decided to protect him that day,” she smiled at the words she said. As a beam of sunlight peeked through the trees, (Y/N) raised her head and basked in the warmth of the ray. “And the rest? Well, the rest was history.”

“They fell in love,” Bea added. “A love so intense that it defied time and space. A union people pray for but rarely get.”

“That’s right. The very founders of the village that is our home, even to this very day,” she continued. “They welcomed into the circle witches and wizards from all over the country, offering them a safe dwelling to live their lives in peace. Even opening the door to other supernatural creatures that rarely had a place in the world. And they called it New Forest Village. After the woman’s death, they named this very river in their honor as a way to say thank you. As her body burned down the stream, her soul returning to our Great Mother, they baptized the body of water. That way, no one would forget the two people who fell in love here and gifted so many with a home.”

“I wish you were my bound soul,” the onyx-haired girl admitted. “How grand would it have been if we had been that incredible love to each other?”

“It might not have been you, but you are still my soulmate, Bea. And no one can take that from us,” she offered. “And our love is not measured by whatever destiny the universe has in store for us. It is measured by what is in our hearts.”

“I guess the universe did grant us a favor, then.”

“What ever do you mean?”

“If you had been my bound soul, there would have been absolutely no one that could keep me from declaring how much I love you.”

(Y/N) pressed a chaste kiss to Bea’s lips, reveling in their softness and their warmth. Her hands snaked around her waist, needing the closeness of her body to let her know that Bea was there, right there with her. That she wasn’t a dream. She had kept quiet, but she had feared that when she had woken that morning, she had not been able to survive the night and was walking in the silence of the afterlife. The second she had seen Bea, she had wanted to believe she was wrong. But it wasn’t until she touched her that she knew she was still alive. So. Very. Alive.

“Then you will have to settle for telling it to me,” she grinned. “Whenever you feel the need to scream it out, I want you to tell it to me in any way that you desire. Through the water, through the air, the earth, or fire, darling. And I promise I will say it back.”

“You are my sun,” Bea smiled.

“My moon,” (Y/N) responded with a matching gleam.

“And all of my stars,” they said in unison.

At that moment, they swore that would be their forever. Even if they had to pretend to be friends and only friends until they were old and grey. Buried in each other’s arms was the way they were meant to live for the rest of their lives. How were they supposed to know their definitions of eternity were going to be so different?

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Golden Hour : Rosalie Hale~

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"She's got glitter for skin, my radiant beam in the night. I don't need no light to see you shine. You slow down time in your golden hour."

Summary: By the young age of twenty years old, Grayson Cly had been through his fair share of trauma. Trauma that had left him a single father. Trauma that only grew more complicated when he joined his cousin Sam Uley as a shape shifting wolf. But, what happens when he imprints on the one thing he was born to protect the world from? Can he stick to his instincts when it comes to that protection, or will the persistence of that imprint derail his life even more?

Warnings: Eventual smut (18+ only), mentions of death, depression, violence, general angst, slow burn

Words: 1.2k

A/N: Not sure how many parts this will be but yahhhh. Comment if I missed any warning or anything plz. Lmk if you'd like to be added to the tag list thnx.

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Grayson had always been mature for his age, taking every shocking thing that came his way with stride. So, when his girlfriend, Evelyn, of three years became pregnant with his child the beginning of their senior year, he promised himself he would be a better father than his had been for him. A father that their child deserved. His life had of course grown more complicated given the baby that grew more and more day by day, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Of course he was terrified. Terrified of not being enough, terrified of what this meant for not only his future, but Evelyn’s as well. That didn’t stop him from being excited at the end of the day. Deep down, he knew that this was what he was made for, the instinct of being a parent seemingly being born inside of him. So, when the day came that the contractions started, he had felt as prepared as possible, despite the butterflies filling his stomach. He had held her hand throughout the entire labor, her squeezing so hard that he was sure she would end up braking something.

The cry of his son as he entered the world made him the happiest he had ever been in his life. And then everything else shattered around him. Everything was seemingly fine, until the bleeding wouldn’t stop. So much blood. Something was horribly wrong, that much was obvious, and the panic began to set in. There was nothing he could do, but sit back and pray to whatever god there was that the doctor would be able to save her. In the end, his prayers weren’t enough, and what had been the happiest day of his life had quickly also become the worst.

So as he sat there, on the plush worn out cushions of his mother’s couch, just days after loosing the love of his life, he stared into the beautiful eyes of his child. The same eyes that he had gotten from his mother, and he allowed himself to feel the pain of her loss. The pain that left a gaping hole in his chest. Tears pricked at his eyes as he attempted to blink them away, but if there was one thing that he knew now to be true of grief is that it demanded to be felt.

Despite the help his mother had been giving him in his time of need, the same mother who had raised him single handedly, he felt utterly alone in that moment. His heart ached so badly his whole body was sore as he realized that the beautiful child in his arms would never know just how wonderful his own mother had been. He would never feel the warmth of his mothers embrace, never feel the touch of her kiss on his forehead, and the thought sent his brimming tears over the edge.

The big blue eyes of his son blinked up at him curiously as he eyed his father. Footsteps trailed into the room, a soft hand landing on his shoulder, flinching back as she felt the heat radiating off of his skin. “Why don’t you get some fresh air, Gray? You seem a little overheated.” She suggested, concern coating her voice as she gently took the baby from his arms, ushering him towards the back door.

Grayson nodded, sniffling slightly as he moved forward, attempting to wipe the tears away as he pushed his body numbly to the door. A cool summer breeze blew through his hair as he shut the door behind himself, sucking in a shaky breath. The grief stabbed him in the chest, finally having been by himself long enough to feel all of the emotions he had been bottling up since her death. How was he expected to do this alone? Why her? She didn’t deserve to die, why was this world so cruel as to take her away from him?

An agonizing sob left his lips, the memory of her smile running through his mind. A smile he would only ever see again on their son. Sudden anger flooded his heart, anger at whoever had taken the woman he had loved so dearly. Red hot pain seared through every inch of his being as something ripped inside of him. Fire raced across his skin, muscles tearing and growing back together all at once in a moment in time. Seconds morphed into hours of unbearable obliterating pain, before, almost like nothing happened at all, the pain vanished. It had taken a moment to realize anything had actually changed as his eyes trailed down to the ground that was occupied by a very large pair of paws nestled in the tall grass surrounding him, the white fur a stark contrast in the dark green landscape. The anger he had felt just moments ago vanished as it was quickly replaced by shock.

“Don’t panic.” A voice rung through his mind. A voice he recognized. His eyes shot up to the large black wolf in front of him, knowing almost instantly who the figure was. Memories of the Quileute legends rushed through his mind as he realized that despite having learned the stories himself, the memories had been coming from the other wolf, seeing himself as a child within those memories.

Suddenly everything was clear. It was all real, everything, and Sam was right there in front of him, explaining it all. They had grown up together, cousins on his mother’s side, spending hours upon hours together as children, so when the words had come from him, it had fairly quickly calmed the panic that had previously held a tight grip on his chest.

So much had changed in so little time, it was almost as if he had reached his peek. So many emotions had been filling his heart in the past weeks that hearing that the legends were not only real, but included him didn’t set his world on its’ side like it should have. Vampires were real and the fact should have terrified him, but instead, knowing it gave him a sense of purpose. It was his job now to protect his child from the cold blooded monsters and he would be damned if he didn’t put every ounce of effort into doing so.

As the months went on, the pack grew, along with the danger of the blood suckers around them. His newly found brothers created the strongly knit support system that he needed to cope through Evelyn’s death, and even though he knew he would never truly get over the loss that had left a gaping hole in his heart, he would try his best to be okay. To be the father that his son needed. To be the protection that he needed from the evil in this world, because there was no way in hell that he would ever let anything harm him.

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