#twilight drabble

[denalilily]

Christmas 2006, Cullen House

Carlisle's small living room was decked with garlands and mistletoe, and Emmett had even brought a small tree in from the nearby forest. Carlisle himself was busy singing 'I heard the bells on Christmas day' with Liam, and Esme stared at him, stunned at hearing his singing voice for the first time. That was what Garrett saw, who was wearing an obligatory Christmas party hat.

Kate looked around. She saw Benjamin lighting up a fire in the fireplace with his bare hands, Carmen and Eleazar dancing to the tune of Carlisle and Liam's song in the middle of the room, and Tanya playing chess with... Vladimir? Okay, that was pretty weird, but at least everyone seemed in a pretty festive mood for the moment, given that they were close to being slaughtered by the Volturi any freaking day now.

"Last time I saw him he was a lonely doctor with no coven. It's nice that he's not alone anymore. He's a good man." Garrett said, leaning against the counter and watching Carlisle, who was now talking animatedly with Esme, who had a loving look in her eyes.

"Nobody likes being alone. Except maybe you, nomad." replied Kate, who was sitting on the counter.

"Maybe. But Carlisle deserves the life he has much more than I ever could."

Kate moved her hand to his shoulder in a comforting gesture, but ran an electric current through her hand at the last moment that made him jump back in surprise. "Hey!" He exclaimed. "What was that for?!" Kate laughed and jumped off the counter, moving to the crowd in the living room. Garrett looked at her walk away with a stupid smile and a wondering look in his eyes, still feeling the sparks that shot up his arm at the contact.

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[intothemultifandom]

– 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 || 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐜 𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢

SUMMARY: Though there is nothing funny about meeting your destined mate on the opposite side of the battlefield, you had to admit the irony of him having cherub-like qualities when you were the half-Angel was pretty funny. PAIRINGS: Alec Volturi x Nephlim!Reader, Female!Reader TAGS/WARNINGS: afab!reader ; DeepL generated translations ;

A year ago Heaven fell into chaos; the Archangels battled, the Battalion scattered. And you had landed on Pacific Northwest soil in pursuit of what was decidedly the new last seal. 

The thing about being a Nephlim–more powerful than the other Angels but still beneath the Archangels–meant that, for all the power you held, you couldn’t exactly pinpoint where your Father had disposed of the relic. 

All you could tell was that it was somewhere in Forks, Washington. The rest, you wrangled from the man himself. 

In a moment of panic, the youngest Archangel transferred the magic into a mere stone before he fled. A stone he’d supposedly chucked down to the Earth with only a “faint hum of magic” to differentiate itself from all the other stones that littered the wilderness surrounding the town. 

If your Father was known for his mischievousness and tricks, it did not feel like it.

Not when you had to drudge through a thick blanket of snow as you followed a literal whisper of a hum, and certainly not as you stumbled into an open field where, wide-eyed and panicked, a young woman had slashed her wrist open with the exact stone you’d been looking for. 

If the magic seeping into her bloodstream wasn’t an indication that your Father’s plan had already failed (effectively making her the new new last seal),  you wanted to laugh hysterically as Shapeshifter and Vampire turned towards you, teeth bared. 

Real funny Dad, you thought. 

The young woman was named Bella. 

And she held the seal within her blood for only a couple months before it passed on naturally to her daughter, Renesmee. 

Between those months, after you’d proven yourself not to be a threat to the Olympic clan and La Push Pack, you couldn’t deny the young woman and her family had endeared themselves to you.

After only ever seeing war amongst your own people, to see Vampiric creatures defy their very nature to live peacefully amongst humans was a beautiful thing. 

And now knowing Renesmee’s birth and Bella’s death meant the seal had been passed on and not broken, you’d officially settled in the comely town and accepted your new life as Aunt [Y/N]–Renesmee’s guardian (half) Angel.

Literally.

For the most part, there wasn’t much you needed to do when the little girl was already so fiercely protected by her family and the Pack. But as Renesmee was Bella’s daughter, this easiness didn’t last long when she’d been dangerously misidentified as an immortal child...

Across the long field, a blur of red and black assembled into one unified front as the red coats arrived to pass judgement.  

Law enforcers, Edward had cautioned. 

Murderers, had hissed the Russians. 

The Volturi, you’d come to know. 

At the arrival of the infamous group, a sudden and pleasant hum reverberated through your being and a warmth unlike any other licked at the bottom of your spine. 

(Near the front, Edward stared ahead, shocked).

It was, admittedly, an odd feeling considering the threat the red coats possessed but now that they were fully assembled, the hum you felt had grown louder and more insistent.

Intrigued, your eyes flitted between each member as your curiosity morphed into anticipation. 

Of course, it wasn’t until you passed a petite blonde and met the gaze of the dark-haired male next to her that three things happened in succession:

The hum you’d felt earlier reached a crescendo as it burst from your body, the boy dropped to his knees with a sharp breath and the discussion between Carlisle and the First Volturi King halted as–

“–Sei un sogno che prende vita,” said the boy, unaffected by the shocked silence that blanketed the field in the wake of your power. 

“Un sogno che ho aspettato.”

When his stare was the most searing of them all, you wondered for a fleeting moment if was his own realisation about the bond between you that prevented him from turning back to his battalion, his sister and to his Kings or your heavenly essence that so clearly ensnared everyone else. 

(When his people fell out of their stupor and the Third King held a hand to the First, still, the boy did not notice and you did not care).

Eyes drifting back to him with his cherub-like beauty and explicit reverence, you were more focused on committing each line of his face to memory as you offered him a small, shy, smile. 

“Mi dispiace di avervi fatto aspettare,” you greeted in turn before you cleared your throat. In the corner of your eye, you’d caught a glimpse of bronze curls and wide eyes. Renesmee. 

“Continuiamo quando questo è finito?” 

☰ TRANSLATIONS:

Alec: 1. You are a dream come to life; 2. A dream I have waited for  You: 1. I’m sorry to have kept you waiting; 2. Shall we continue when this is done?

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[cauliflowertree]

carlisle cullen—you’re all i need.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ christmas drabble event.

summary: the 'demands' of the job keep you in forks a week longer.

word count: 0.3k

fanfic no. 037.

you’d booked the week off before christmas months in advance, hoping to go home over the holidays earlier than you usually did. but you hadn’t expected to fall for a certain doctor over the course of the year.

suddenly, you hadn’t the desire to leave earlier than usual, and had informed your boss that you would no longer be needing the extra days off and to add them onto next year’s personal days.

the next morning, the first morning you were supposed to be gone, you waltzed into the waiting room, signed yourself in and headed to get changed. afterwards, you had your first call down the hall.

carlisle had gotten there first. he looked briefly stunned seeing you walk through the door and not another nurse, but composed himself quickly and attended to his patient. it was a quick case—they had been concerned about a persistent headache an carlisle prescribed them some mild pain killers and sent them on their way.

“i thought you were going home for christmas,” he said without looking up from his clipboard.

you bit back a smirk, amused by his remaining professionalism despite you being alone. “well, i couldn’t leave you all alone.”

carlisle twisted his lips in order to keep his smile at bay and lifted his eyes above the top of his clipboard to stare at you. his resolve was quickly brought down by the proud little smile stretching over your face and he abandoned his papers, stepping across the room swiftly to wrap you in his arms.

“and your family won’t mind?” he asked, kissing your jaw.

“no, they understand the demands of the job,” you replied, struggling to feel guilty lying to them when carlisle’s lips were repeatedly pressing against the skin of your neck.

“very well,” he replied with a grin, moving his way up to your lips for a tantalising embrace before the next patient reminded you of your duty.

🏷 @imabee-oralizard @velvetcloxds @garfieldsladybird @flesh--amnesiac @nelleicrain

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[writtenbyariavargas]

Day 6

Secrets Revealed - Jasper

Abuse mention cw, abuse mention tw, bruising cw, bruising tw

So many years I’d been posing as a human in high school. Different small town, same story. There were times it was monotonous, other times there were some things that piqued my interest. On a normal basis I didn’t get close to humans and their emotions, especially the teens were overwhelming. The constant influx of information, hormones, moodswings, etc bombarded me every second of every day. I’d gotten better at it as time went on. It reminded me of handling the newborns within Maria’s army. I filtered things out, just to keep myself sane. Having Alice there helped. Even during the most strenuous moments, her love for me, the purity behind it kept me balanced enough to get through the days.

Even if we weren’t always in the same classes, I could always feel her. She was the beacon of light in the darkness of teenage emotions.

I hadn’t expected to feel the shift in the pool of emotions that I did when I walked into first hour. The first thing I noted was someone whom I’d not seen, nor felt their emotions before. They looked fragile, almost as doll-like as Alice did. What I felt was a wave of too many emotions coming from the child. For the briefest moment it had almost pulled me under with the physical manifestations of the myriad of emotions that they felt. So much guilt, fear, anger, disgust came from them and I felt a pull I hadn’t in such a long time to try to assist in a way that wasn’t just pushing their emotions down. If I had a heartbeat I would have felt it pounding, would have heard it in my ears. I could hear how hard it was working, smell the secretion of cortisol in their bloodstream. Something was very wrong, intrinsically wrong and I knew that no one else seemed to see or notice the overwhelming despair that was coming from her.

I approached cautiously, kneeling on a single knee to look at her. I could see how haunted those dark eyes were and I couldn’t help but be drawn in, worried for her. Blonde waves were messy and it looked as though she’d been crying recently. I saw the scars on her and idly wondered if they had been self inflicted or if someone had done something to her.

“Come take a walk with me, you look like you need it,” I murmured softly, trying to push a gentle wave of concern over to ease her into following me.

“But-,” she answered and I waved a hand to stop her.

“Mrs. Johnson will be okay with you taking a walk,” I answered and the girl nodded.

She got up and left her backpack next to her seat. We left the classroom and I led her outside so she could get some fresh air. It looked like the small girl needed it. I felt for her, concern for this unknown human blotting out reason for the first time in over a century.

Once we were in a quiet place I motioned for her to sit, then sat next to her.

“I’m not going to ask if you’re okay. Your eyes tell me enough to know that the answer would be a lie,” I started and gave her a gentle smile, “my question is, if you’re okay with telling a complete stranger, did someone hurt you?”

Her green eyes widened, the fear coming to the forefront of my senses and it gave me my answer. Someone had.

“Is this someone you live with?”

The child started to chew the inside of her bottom lip, thinking, before she nodded.

“Would you be willing to talk about it?"

She didn't answer. Instead of pushing I held space for her, projecting that she was safe until she was ready to go back to class.

By lunch the concern I felt was stifling. I couldn’t get the look of her haunted eyes out of my head. I knew Alice was concerned and I could feel Edward's curiosity reaching for me. Quietly I asked Alice if she saw anything regarding the girl from my first hour. She closed her eyes and concentrated. I knew Edward was paying close attention to the conversation and I was glad that Rosalie and Emmett were out hunting.

"She isn't okay," Alice mumbled so quietly no human would be able to hear, "not in the slightest. I keep seeing her walk in with more marks on her and you being drawn to know what is happening to her."

I glanced at Edward and he frowned, "I can hear her. She's scared to go home."

"Can you hear why?"

"Something about her cousins."

***

Days passed and as Alice predicted I kept being drawn to try to help. After a few weeks of showing her kindness and somehow making her feel safe Alice told me the day she'd say something. Alice didn’t tell me what. It wasn't her place to reveal that. It was frustrating, yet I understood.

The day the child told me, I saw the handprint bruise on her neck. Even with the makeup she used I saw the darkness. She struggled to speak and I could hear the hoarseness in it. It was worse than I'd imagined.

"My cousins assault me… Kristjan… he," her voice cracked and without a thought I wrapped my arms around her. I couldn’t tell you why I did so. There was an instinct in me I thought no longer existed that made me want to show her someone cared. Even with her muscles tightening out of anxiety there was something there that made her relax into the hold. I’d not been this close to a human in a long time. I didn’t fear hurting her. Instead I wanted to protect her. I knew what she was going to say. I didn't need to hear it. He'd done something unforgivable, something Edward had murdered people over. I was sickened by a family member doing that to anyone, let alone someone so fragile. The girl cried against me and I held her until she was too tired to continue her tears. I knew what I needed to do. I needed to tell Carlisle and have him intervene. She wouldn't be in that place any longer. She wouldn't be going back.

"After school, come with me. I'll make sure you're safe."

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[jpswan]

Paxton parked her Jeep, another Bon Jovi song blaring, and glanced over at Bella who’d just parked the truck Charlie had given her the evening before. To say their morning had been awkward would be the understatement of the year. Neither sister truly knew how to act toward each other but Paxton was trying. Maybe something Angela had said did get through to her or maybe it was actually having Bella in front of her that caused the desire to make some type of relationship between them. But she knew just from their small interactions it was going to be nearly impossible or so it felt.

She shut the vehicle off, jumped out backpack over her shoulder and an open Monster energy drink in hand. Truly the drinks were a blessing. She’d just made it near Bella when the truck backfired, Paxton’s mind trying to figure out a way to fix it, and she stepped out. The looks were already starting, a new animal in the zoo on display. Paxton groaned. But was pulled back into the moment as Tyler laughed, “Nice ride.” The sarcasm and taunt dripped from his voice. Paxton hit the back of his head as she passed. Today was going to be a long day.

She caught up with Bella at the stairs, “Ignore him. Hell, ignore everyone really.” She tried to joke but Bella didn’t really react. Mentally Paxton counted to five, “I can help you find your first class if you want, your locker. Maybe introduce you to a few people that shouldn’t drive you crazy. Ang—“

Bella stopped walking, turning to her, “Look, I get you’re trying to be nice. That Charlie probably asked you to. And I..I appreciate it.” Her tone said the complete opposite of that though. “But I’m good on my own. Really. So just do what you normally do and I’ll figure things out. You don’t have to babysit me. We’ve gotten this far without each other. I’ll see you at lunch.”

Paxton stood there as Bella walked off, the sting in her chest unexpected at what was basically a rejection. Her shoulders slumped some and she chewed on the inside of her lip until she could taste copper. A few fingers began to tap the can in her hand as she tried to ignore the anxiety and inner demons taunting her failure. “Hey,” Angela’s concerned voice hit her first, before her best friend's touch on her shoulder brought her completely back. Paxton refused to look at her as Angela would instantly see the pain. “Just give it some time.”

Before she could reply Eric was rushing past them, “I’ve got her don’t worry!” He called over his shoulder, still intent to catch up with Bella. Paxton rolled her eyes and turned to Angela.

“This is why I hadn’t planned on trying,” Paxton muttered as they headed toward their own lockers, “Clearly she isn’t interested. And I wasn't.” She balanced her drink as she took her backpack off. “Until you got into my head.” A faux glare was thrown toward Angela.

“She’ll come around. You can be deceivingly charming when you want to be.” Angela tried to reason with her.

“We’ll see.”

——

Lunch had finally rolled around and Paxton was thankful for the time out of class but was instantly dreading what she was going to walk into. She’d seen Bella walk toward the cafeteria with Mike...and Jessica. Mike was perfectly fine, she truly valued their friendship. But what Jessica could be scheming was anyone’s guess. The fact the two didn’t get along but put up with each other for their other friends was a high point of tension. Charlie had nearly begged Paxton to stay away from the girl after the incident last year. Jessica had been the breaking point for her, her rumors and homophobic ideas. But Paxton wasn’t willing to risk losing her other friends just to avoid the girl. All Paxton could do was pray Jessica wouldn’t start anything.

As she entered the cafeteria her eyes landed on the table of friends just as Tyler kissed Bella’s cheek, yanked Mike’s chair out from under him, and bolted. Paxton notes the way Bella’s body slightly curled in on itself—everything screamed uncomfortable. As Tyler got closer with Mike on his tail a small plan formed. At just the right moment Paxton angled her converse covered foot out, in an instant Tyler was on the floor and Mike was laughing. “Thanks Pax!” Mike cheered when he reached them. But Paxton ignored him as she squatted down Tyler as he rolled over.

“What the hell Paxton?!”

Paxton places a hand on his chest to press him back down, “You don’t kiss someone, even on the cheek or as a joke, without them being a willing party. Consent is a thing Tyler.” The words were low, raw...a promise of pain if he ever tried a stunt like that again. “Don’t fuck with my sister again.”

Tyler swallowed roughly, hands up in surrender. “Yeah..yeah, sure. Sorry.” He hadn’t seen Paxton like this before and it actually scared him.

“Good,” She stood up, gave Mike a nod as she continued toward the table. Again Bella seemed uncomfortable. Paxton sighed as Eric stood up, one hand on Bella’s back. Did no one get personal space anymore?

“I got your back, baby.” Eric attempted to sound reassuring while also charming. Paxton caught the way Jessica rolled her eyes, barely holding in her jealousy of Bella being the center of attention but also the way Angela watched the two. Paxton knew how she felt about him. Eric patted Bella’s arm and turned to leave only to hit directly into Paxton’s chest. She was a few inches taller than him, her height coming from Charlie thankfully.

“You saw what just happened with Tyler right?” She asked, face neutral. Eric was a sweet guy and she liked him. A different tactic was needed.He nodded as he swallowed roughly. “Don’t call her baby again or touch her. You think you’re being charming but you're not. It’s making her uncomfortable.” She moved out of his way and couldn’t help the small smirk as he scurried off to the other guys. “Idiots.” She took a seat across from Angela and next to Bella.

“I was fine,” Bella whispered toward her.

“You were uncomfortable and if no one points it out they’ll never learn it’s not okay.” Paxton reached across the table to steal a chip from Angela. She’d get her lunch in a minute. “If you don’t want to think I did it for you then pretend I did it for anyone else they might act that way with.”

“What a charmer,” Jessica sarcastically commented, “They’re being boys.”

Paxton huffed dryly, “Of course you’d think that.” Boys will be boys was the most cliché thing in her mind. It was outdated and wrong.

Jessica’s jaw tightened a new fire in her eyes. Bella could feel the tension and shuffled in her seat, unclear of what history these two had. Angela knew she’d have to be the one to stop them before this escalated. Quickly, Angela passed the extra lunch she packed for Paxton toward her to slightly distract her. “So if the feature is dead, I guess we’ll just do another editorial on teen drinking.” And changing the subject to diffuse them both.

Bella caught on to what Angela was doing, “You know you could…” She hadn’t exactly planned for their attention to be completely on her. “Um..could always go for eating disorders.” She paused for a second to think of another one, “Speedo padding on the swim team.” That one actually caused Paxton to chuckle. There were a few guys who came to mind for that.

“Actually that’s a good one,” Angela gave Bella a smile, one for helping to stop the drama but also for the idea. She glanced over to Jessica, “Kirk.” They both said the name at the same time. Paxton rolled her eyes as she opened her can of soda.

“Right?” Jessica’s mind off Paxton and onto the new gossip. “That’s exactly what I thought.”

“We’re talking Olympic size.” Angela teased, eyes going to see Paxton’s reaction.

Said Swan closed her eyes to get the image out of her head, “I’m trying to enjoy my lunch.” Angela laughed at her friend’s face.

“Stop being a child,” Jessica sassed toward Paxton before giving Angela her attention again. “There’s no way. He’s so skinny. It doesn’t make sense.”

“Totally.”

Paxton felt a tap on her arm and looked toward Bella curiously, “Yeah?” It might have been the first time Bella had actually initiated conversation between them.

“Who are they?” The question gathered the attention of the other two as they all looked toward where Bella was looking.

For a moment it felt like Paxton’s heart skipped a beat as she saw gorgeous blonde hair, knowing exactly who it was as if it was a sixth sense. In the corner of her eye she saw Angela watching her expression closely. She fought to ignore it. “The um...the,” Man, were words hard when the door opened and Rosalie stepped through. It should be illegal and impossible to be as beautiful as the blonde was. Nearly unblemished pale skin, softly kissed by the beauty mark above her lip, blonde hair that looked silkier than even the finest Egyptian high thread count sheets, and a body that should have been on the cover of the Vogue magazines.

“The Cullens,” Jessica finally finished for Paxton, a scoff leaving her lips. Angela gently kicked Paxton under the table to bring her back to Earth, but the amusement in her eyes was clear.

“Hush,” Paxton jokingly hisses and tosses a chip Angela’s way. This was not the time to bring up that topic, if ever with Jessica around. Jessica leaned in closer to the Swan sisters, a glint in her eyes that told Paxton she was going to be more than annoyed. “Here we go,” she leaned back into the chair with a shake of her head. Give a dog a bone…she thought.

Jessica ignored Paxton and focused her attention on Bella, “They’re Dr and Mrs.Cullen’s kids. They moved down here from Alaska two years ago.”

“They keep to themselves. Mainly,” She sent a look at Paxton, who playfully flipped her off.

“It’s only because I’ve had classes with a few of them.” Generally, just Alice. She was always so kind to Paxton and went out of her way to say hi. Then Rosalie, but that was just confusing whatever it was.

“Don’t make her sound special, Angela.” The words were harsh, biting. It made Paxton grind her teeth. “They all ignore her outside of class.” Both Angela and Paxton look toward each other. Angela was probably one of the only people who knew Alice always at least said hi to her or smiled. It was like she wanted Paxton to know someone cared. It had started last year after Paxton had made a drastic decision. But there was no way Alice could know unless Dr.Cullen had said something—which she didn’t peg the man as the type to share something that traumatic or personal. “Anyway, they keep to themselves because they’re all together. Like together, together.” Jessica explains as if it’s the biggest piece of gossip. “The blonde girl, that’s Rosalie. People tend to call her the Ice Queen. She’s kind of a bitch.”

Paxton huffs, her annoyance rising, and she leans forward putting her soda down just a little harder than it needs to be done. “People? You started that because she didn’t want to be friends. She’s not the bitch.” Words clear who she thought was. “Maybe she doesn’t want to deal closed minded people or ones that put on a show.” The urge to defend the Cullens, especially Rosalie, was high. Not just for her crush but some deeper instinct and the fact it was the right thing to do.

“Whatever,” Jessica shot Paxton a glare. “Like you’d ever have a chance.” That sentence made Paxton’s blood chill. It was the first shot fired toward outing her to Bella, a warning. Bella hadn’t asked about the way she dressed or her haircut. Though they hadn’t had personal conversations at all. “Anyway, the big dark haired guy is Emmett. They’re like a thing. I’m not even sure that’s legal.”

“Jess,” Angela cut in before Paxton could. She knew this whole conversation could become explosive quickly. “They’re not actually related.”

“Yeah but they live together. It’s weird.” Jessica tried to hold on to her point and make it seem like a scandle.

“Don’t make it seem like incest,” Paxton warned, “They have different last names, different birth parents. Legit, they just have the same foster parents and live in the same house. It’s not that big of a deal. Your parents live in the same house. So do half the couples that get married. Hell, you could even think about it like in college when two people are dating but live in the same dorm. Get over it.”

Jessica’s jaw twitched as she stared Paxton down again, but Paxton didn’t cower. Though the first seemed to decide to focus back on her original task and looked toward Bella once more. “The little dark-haired girl’s Alice.” A quick glance at Paxton knowing the next sentence would get under her skin. “She's really weird.”

Why had Paxton thought sitting down at this table was a good idea today? Especially with the guys all gone and it just being them. She pushed her lunch away from herself, no longer interested in eating. “You only think she’s weird because she has enough confidence to be herself and doesn’t give a flying crap about bullshit opinions from people like you. Alice is one of the nicest people in this school. She doesn’t judge a soul.” Paxton bite the inside of her cheek as she looked toward her sister, “Take everything she says with a grain of salt.”

“You only like her because she makes you look normal,” Jessica countered. “Maybe I was wrong about which Cullen you like?”

“I might not be normal but at least I’m not stuck up.” Paxton nearly snarled and Angela softly kicked her under the table to stop.

“You are such a fr—“

“And the blond guy?” Bella asked to again break the tension but also she really wanted to know.

Jessica licked her lips debating on what to do, but the chance to keep riling Paxton up won out. “The one who looks like he’s constantly in pain? Jasper. Again, they’re together.” She relaxed her shoulders, giving off the air of letting the tension go. “Dr.Cullen is like this foster dad slash matchmaker.”

“Maybe he’ll adopt me,” Angela joked to try and keep the table calmer.

Paxton took the bait for what it was, “You would kinda need to not have parents for that, Ang. Not to mention you don’t need a matchmaker. You’ll find someone worthy of your greatness.” She send a playful smirk her best friend’s way.

“Or maybe you already have,” Jessica said clearly looking between the two.

“Jess,” Angela gently warned.

“What?” Jessica faked innocence. “I was talking about Eric.” It was such a lie. The sentence had been meant as another hint to Paxton’s sexuality and the three knew it.

“You really want to try and start this again? The rumors?” Paxton questioned, hands trembling. She wasn’t sure how they’d stopped last year, or who had stopped them, but she would forever be thankful to that person. If it started again she didn’t know how she’d react. Sure, mentally she was stronger and more self confident but Jessica had a way of making people believe her.

“Who’s he?” Bella asked, her tone letting the others know she hadn’t been paying attention to them at all.

Jessica looked and lightly chuckled, it was laced with jealousy and rejection. “That’s Edward Cullen.” Finally they’d hit one she didn’t truly want to talk about. The discomfort made Paxton internally smirk like the Cheshire Cat. “He’s totally gorgeous, obviously, but apparently nobody here’s good enough for him.” It made Paxton chuckle, oh the glorious memories of Edward shutting Jessica down. “Like I care, you know?” But it was so clear she did.

“She cares,” Paxton leaned closer to Bella to whisper. “He’s shut her down so many times.” Normally Paxton wasn’t a gossip but how could she pass this chance up? She couldn’t. Thankfully, Jessica didn’t seem to notice. But she did notice the way Bella watched Edward.

“Seriously, don't waste your time.” Jessica looked Bella up and down, her eyes showing just how little chance she thought Bella would have with him.

“I wasn’t going to,” Bella had once again become uncomfortable and it rubbed Paxton the wrong way.

“Hey, ignore her. Edward seems like a nice guy. He would probably talk to you.”

Bella glanced at Paxton, trying to gauge how truthful she was being.

“He’s made it clear we’re all below him. She’d be wasting her time. He’s just as conceited as Rosalie is.” Jessica cut into their moment. It was the last straw. Not just her messing up their first nice moment but also the insults again—toward Rosalie.

“Jessica just shut up!” Paxton snapped. “You’re just pissy because they ignore you and treat you like the bitch you are. Maybe that’s why Edward shut you down. Because he could tell how fake and judgmental you are. How narrow minded you love to be. It’s probably the same reason Rosalie acts like you don’t exist. Which good for her, more people should do that. Newsflash, people generally don’t want to be around someone like that.”

“Paxton,” Angela tried to cut in.

“At least I’m not a freak like you. Wanna be emo who tried to—“

“Jessica!” This time Angela actually raised her voice. Which caught the attention of some other students around them.

“What, she is! And if that’s not enough, you’re into girls! Do you have to flaunt it so much? Newsflash, no one is ever going to want you.”

Paxton felt her anxiety rising with the eyes on them, all the people listening. Everything seemed to slow down and her skin grew cold, goosebumps pained her arms where she’d pushed the sleeves of her hoodie up earlier in the day. She ground her teeth as she went to stand up, eyes burning with tears of frustration and pain. She wouldn’t let Jessica see her cry. “You’re a lesbian?” The question beside her made Paxton’s heart stop as she glanced at Bella, unable to read any of her sister's feelings on the matter.

“Yes,” The word was a whisper but she knew Bella heard her. She wouldn’t ever deny who she was, even with the fear of rejection.

“It’s obvious isn’t it. The clothes, her hair cut. The way she totally zoned out when Ro—“

“Jessica, shut up.” Angela repeated Paxton’s words from earlier, now also realizing the eyes on them. Including the Cullen table.

“Fuck you, Jessica.” With that Paxton hurried out of the cafeteria.

Angela gathered her things, making sure to grab Paxton’s soda because she knew the girl would need it to take an anxiety pill when she found her. “She forgave you once Jessica. She probably won’t do it again.” Angela looked toward Bella, “Don’t let the fact of who she loves stop you from seeing how much she does want a relationship with you.” Then she too was gone just as the bell rang to send them all to their next class.

#twilight drabble #drabbles #drabble #hc #headcanon #not edited

[undreaming-fanfiction]

Okay, so vampire Eddie is a pretty standard trope at this point, but may I offer...Twilight vampire Eddie who is absolutely pissed off about his sparkly existence?

Eddie actually isn't that old, he was turned in the 80s when he was around 20. He lives with his small and not only vampire family. There's patriarch Wayne, his partner Scott who always becomes a teacher no matter where they move, Claudia Henderson and her son that have been with them ever since Scott noticed Dustin being unusually quiet in his class and soon after, Wayne kicked out his abusive father.

The problem with living with a smart man who loves educating people and a man who never received the education he deserved is - they take school really, really seriously. Whenever they move, Eddie usually has to re-join high school, it's all "just so that you have some socialization! Also we need to be able to blend in, so look around and see what's normal with young people! Also I'm pretty sure some of the stuff we know is now obsolete or disproven, so make sure to tell us!". And Eddie loves Wayne and Scott, he really does, but he had trouble blending in even when he was alive, so now? Impossible. As for gathering information, Eddie has been trying for decades to explain to Wayne that even if becoming a vampire healed the wounds from the lynching mob, it didn't do shit for his ADHD, so there. Wayne finds Eddie banging his head into a desk one day and chanting "WHAT-THE-FUCK-IS-TIK-TOK?!"

So yes, Eddie hates being a forever highschooler, but it also means he can run DnD clubs everywhere he joins and he's not even lynched for it like in the 80s, so hey, progress! He gets mostly content with his existence, except that he's fucking sparkly and can't turn into a bat, so what's the point?!

But then a huge group of people moves from the close town of Hawkins, they had a really fucked up earthquake - Wayne told him all about it, he often volunteered in rescue and high risk works, and he's never seen anything like it - and their little town becomes way more crowded. There are high school freshmen just begging to be introduced to his club, Hellfire, although one of them is scary observant and Eddie is really sure that Jane knows he's a vampire.

And then there's Steve Harrington. A young man with the prettiest hair ever who joined Eddie's class, apparently he needs to repeat the last year too because if your school burns down, you can't take final exams. He's stupidly pretty, snarky, bitchy, and even though he could be partying day and night and spending the rest of his time on dates, he prefers to hang around with the freshmen. Lucas tells him one day that Steve got badly hurt when he was digging through the collapsed middle school, finding and rescuing their whole group, and well...Eddie respects that. Dustin absolutely loves Steve and maybe Eddie feels a bit jealous, but he has to admit - the guy is cool.

The problem with Steve Harrington is this - he's seen so much shit that nothing really fazes him. Eddie loves shocking people. Steve is unshockable. It becomes their little game, they get close, Eddie realizes he has an embarrassing crush, all that jazz. He tries dropping hints, he slurps his bloody lunch from a bottle that has a "THIS IS DEFINITELY TOMATO JUICE AND NOTHING ELSE". He wears a cape. He adopts a horrible Dracula accent. Nothing works. Steve always just laughs and tells him that he's weird and that's why he likes him.

Finally, Eddie has enough. They walk in the woods to get high, Eddie decides to break the ice, he scoops up Steve, does his whole dashing-through-the-woods thing, and he hopes that he can finally share his secret with Steve.

Except Steve just pats his back and says "Wow, that was cool, man! You'd be amazing at track. Great core strength too," and Eddie's head implodes.

"Okay, Steve. Don't you think there's something rotten here?" he tries.

"I mean, it's the woods. Of course there's something rotting all the time."

Eddie tries again. "You've noticed something strange, haven't you. I'm inhumanly fast and strong."

"I sure didn't expect that! You must be secretly training. I didn't know this town had a gym."

Again. "My skin is pale white and ice cold."

Steve is watching a nearby squirrel instead of looking horrified. "Yeah, not all people tan great, Robin is like that too. And I told you, man. Your circulation is shit, you need better socks and some gloves too."

"My eyes change color."

"Yeah, I know, I do envy you that you can wear those cool contact lenses. My eyes are too dry for that."

Eddie is growing desperate, he's gesturing at the trees because Steve doesn't listen. "I speak like I'm from a different time."

"80s slashers will do that to you. You basically live on those. But I gotta admit that they're pretty fun. Oh look, she's got an acorn! Clever girl!"

"Very clever. Also I never eat or drink anything."

"Hey, I'm not judging. Some people prefer one or two meals in a day instead of the whole five meal thing."

Eddie feels like howling and he isn't even a werewolf. "I. DON'T. GO. INTO. THE. SUNLIGHT."

Steve's eyes finally leave the squirrel. "Duh. We've already established you can't tan."

And Eddie's had enough. He tears off his t-shirt, marches directly into the sunlight and throws the biggest tantrum of his life. "STEVEN HARRINGTON. PAY ATTENTION. I am 20. I have been 20 for a while now. You know what I am, right? I am a vampire. So ask me the question, what do we eat? That wasn't a fucking tomato juice Steven!!!"

Steve just watches him with quiet amusement, as if he's waiting for something.

Eddie doesn't notice. His monologue is reaching its most dramatic part. "I've killed people before! I'm the world's most dangerous predator!"

Steve snorts. "I saw you trip over your own feet in the cafeteria."

"Not the point!"

"You told a waitress "you too" when she told you to enjoy your meal."

Eddie actually howls now. "THE POINT IS." He spins in the sunlight and sees the reflections of light off his skin. "I wouldn't have minded becoming a vampire, but let me tell you. Being stuck in high school forever? Sucks. Craving chips and throwing them up whenever you try them? SUCKS. And thinking you've become the legendary creature of the night when you're a glorified glitter mascot?! And you can't even fly?! DOUBLE SUCKS."

He points at his bare glittering chest. "THIS THE SKIN OF A FUCKING DISCO BALL, STEVE!"

Steve just laughs and gets up from the tree stump he was sitting on. "Thanks for sharing. I was kinda hoping you'd finally ask me out since this is the first time we've had some privacy, but this was interesting too."

Eddie's sharing mania suddenly stops. He realizes he's shirtless in the middle of the forest, and his yelling has scared off the squirrel. He promptly grabs his shirt and puts in on. "Um. You...you wanted me to ask you out? Because I totally want to do that. Yep. But I thought it would have been unfair to ask you before I told you-"

"That you're a vampire? Dude, I know."

Eddie blinks once. Then again. "Excusemewhat?"

Steve smiles at him and touches his hand. "Look. After what happened in Hawkins, I know the smell of blood. I knew it wasn't tomato juice. Also I've accompanied the kids to enough monster flicks to know."

"Oh." Eddie licks his lips and doesn't really know what to say. "Um. What...does that mean for us?"

Laughing, Steve grabs his other hand too. "Definitely two things. One - you can and should kiss me. Two - you can stop wearing that cape. I got your point."

"Oh okay. Cool. Will do. Both."

And since Eddie Munson is a vampire of his word, he does.

(Wayne is absolutely delighted that Eddie is dating, he watches sports with Steve and discusses the pros and cons of Steve becoming a paramedic. Scott helps Steve with some of the subjects he's struggling with. In return, Steve works with Robin to find a makeup brand that is fully sparkleproof, giving the vampires a chance to walk in the sunlight again. And sometimes, he helps them answer the questions that have been plaguing the Munson-Clarke-Henderson household for years...such as: what is TikTok?)

(oh and also. Turns out Steve really thought Eddie was wearing creepy contact lenses. That one aspect of vampyrism he found very cool)

#eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #steddie #steddie drabble #steddie au #twilight au #look I have no excuse #vampire eddie munson #discoball eddie munson

[peterparkeeperer]

sitting pretty (edward cullen x gn!reader)

You could tell he was looking at you. His eyes had a presence of their own.

“What do you want?” You asked teasingly, without looking up.

“Your attention, preferably.”

You smiled impishly and found your eyes repeating the same sentence over and over on the page below you. He probably knew he was a distraction, or that you were really bad at concentrating.

“Oh, really? What kind of attention?”

It was his turn to be impish, “Only the innocent kind. I am a gentleman.”

“Someone has to be,” you finally turned to him, he was sitting at your desk while you studied on your bed.

“Come here,”

You craved him closer suddenly, wanted to hold him in any way. This feeling often shot you out of nowhere, usually when he was sitting and looking so incredibly pretty (which was a word you found yourself using to describe him more often than not. Smooth skin, soft hair, and brown eyes that you’d always been a sucker for) that you had no option but to crave him.

Edward looked pleased with himself, and you sighed inwardly as you pushed your (unfinished) homework away to make space for him.

“You’re a bad influence, you know that?”

He smirked as he lowered himself to lay by you, and your hand naturally drifted to the side of his waist.

“You’re the one who told me to come here,” he said innocently, with his deep eyes daring you to fall inside the well of them.

“How can I deny you your attention you so desperately crave?”

He smiled, “I don’t ‘desperately crave’ anything,” yet his eyes were playful and he looked seconds away from tossing this playful banter and speaking sad and lovely poetry.

You grinned and came closer, and with every inch removed his eyes got more and more black. Like tar. When your breath could hit his cold lips you spoke, “oh, really?”

He sucked in a breath he doesn’t need and came closer to close the distance, but you leaned back casually.

He looked prettier like this. Desperate, frowning at the rejection of the kisses he’d been spoiled with and now addicted to.

You took pity on him and slid your hand from his waist to go under his shirt, allowing you to stroke the skin there. It was domestic affection, yet he was weak to this too.

“I love you, very much.”

You softened, and leaned in naturally to kiss him. It was slow on your part, loving. But he seemed eager and pushed into you, soon you were laying with him almost sitting on top of you. You pushed at his shoulders lightly.

“Did you just say that so I would kiss you?”

He looked away, “well, I do love you.”

“You’re an idiot. But I love you.”

#gn reader #dom reader #edward cullen #edward cullen x you #edward cullen x reader #twilight x reader #twilight x you #twilight fluff #gender neutral clothing #gn!reader #Just a little Drabble #drabble #silly me hehe

[angelltheninth]

Secret Relationship with Loid Forger

Pairing: Loid Forger x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, condom use, secret relationship, unspoken feelings, co-workers

A/N: Loid is THE perfect man. You know I'm right.

On missions you were his equal, his foil, Twilight was your partner both professionally and personally. Although that last bit was kept a secret between you, it's no good for two spies to get as close as the two of you. Especially those who frequently work together. Thus your nightly meetings became a carefully guarded secret, shared between the two of you and four walls of whosever place, or hotel you were at that night.

His back was the only place you could leave marks on so you always took advantage of that, raking your nails down and making sure he knew how good him fucking you felt. Loid never wasted time making you come, from the moment you became his lover he was very attentive.

Made you jealous of all the women before you. He was the same, envious of the men you flirt with. But your missions came first, your feelings after. That's why when you fucked each other you made sure to let the other know how special this is. "I'll make you come so hard on my cock. My good girl, look at you, taking my cock better then any woman ever could. So perfect around me."

According to Loid he never talked like this with other women. They were a means to an end, quick, meaningless pleasure. But Loid? He was always yours.

You pushed your hand against his hip, the other in his dirty blonde hair and pulled until you were looking into his eyes. "Fuck me." You wanted to tell him to love you. "Like I'm yours." You were his. "Please Loid, make me feel good, make me come." Loid's hands pushed under you, his callused hands against your shoulder blades, chest pressed close, the sound of each others heartbeat loud enough to drown everything else out.

Even the fast paced sounds of wet skin slapping against each other and your mutual moans as your orgasms crashed against each other. The only barrier between you was the condom Loid was wearing. One hopefully that too will be gone.

#spy x family #loid forger x reader #loid forger #loid forger smut #loid x reader #loid smut #loid drabbles #twilight x reader #twilight smut #spy x family smut #forger loid #spy x family twilight #spy x family loid #spy x family x reader

[c0smoshit]

Closer ࣪.⋆ ♡

⋆ ࣪. ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 ≫ Twilight/fem!Reader

⋆ ࣪. ℙ𝕝𝕠𝕥 ≫ Twi wants to be closer to you ;)

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 ≫ smut!!, cockwarming, p in v obviously, cowgirl, allusion to hickies, not proofread!

⋆ ࣪. 𝔸/ℕ ≫ I'm so down bad for this mfking wolf god-

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥 ≫ 571

⋆ ࣪. part I / part II ࣪.⋆

The night was especially quiet, shiny fireflies fluttering quietly their little wings, contrary to the squacking sound cuckoos made into the night breeze. You knew how much Link loved nights like this, quiet and calm ones.

Well, It would've been a pleasant night if your guts were nestling nicely inside of you instead on being absolutely demolished by your boyfriend.

Your thighs were already numb on top of him, covered in a mixture of his saliva and your own sweat, creating a glistening glow on your skin.

"Stay still"

His husky voice took you out of your trance, you then felt his hands gripping hardly your thighs, as if he didn't want you to move.

What?

This was the first time he behaved like this with you, he didn't even prep you before sliding himself inside. And now he didn't want you to move?

Maybe it was because you told him how cold you were, the night breeze leaking through your window and into your shared bedroom, enough to make you shiver under the mattress.

You stayed silent with your bare arms wrapped around him, your body pressing against his warmer one. You hid your face on his neck, trying to surpress your evident hornyness on top of him.

You knew he was one squeeze away from going mad bellow you, trying to control his hunger for you by gripping your legs. He was hard and he ached for you, his ragged breathing coming out of his hot mouth.

Your whines and quiet pleasured sounds almost made him grab your waist and flip you over so you could scream properly. But he didn't, the rancher wanted to enjoy your warm walls around him, to memorize them when he only had his fist to remember.

"Please"

Link's ears perked up at your needy whisper, breath fanning his neck before you squeezed him hardly, making him groan out.

"Don't do that darlin' "

He warned you, pulling you off his neck and watching as a string of saliva united his jugular and your mouth. He throbbed at the sight, red and plump lips matched with your so lovely eyes, now hooded with desire and want.

His hips twitched, his mind flooded with you, images of you squirming as he rammed himself into you, scratching his back as the animal he was, how good you'd look moaning and gagging his name.

You moaned at the sudden movement, gripping his shoulders tighter as you whined a quiet "Link..."

"I know, I know... Just a bit more"

He tried to reassure you, whispering how good you were for him, letting him feel you up as you sat there obediently.

"I'll fuck you so good after this princess"

The nickname did it for you, it always did. Your thighs clenched around his waist, head falling against his shoulder as you tried to control yourself. It just felt so good.

But you muttering out his name in such a sensual way also did it for him, trailing his hands higher until they met your waist he finally rolled your hips on top of his. You both sighed out in harmony, the pleasure increasing thanks to the fact that you both were being slightly overstimulated by this.

His teeth found the junction of your shoulder and your neck, speeding up his movements needily.

This was going to be a long night.

#[ 📄 c0smos!drabbles ] #smut #loz link smut #loz smut #link smut #link x reader smut #link x reader #link x you #loz link x reader smut #loz link x reader #twilight princess x reader #twilight x reader #tp link x reader #legend of zelda x reader #tp link smut #tp link #twilight princess link #loz link #link #linked universe #loz x reader #loz twilight princess #loz tp #legend of zelda x you #legend of zelda #legend of zelda smut

[xxdarkanamnesisxx]

Emmett Cullen has a problem with sex

warning: this post contains sex, anti-sounding words, and mentions of addiction

About a year ago Emmett and tn have been together. He is always very nice and gentlemanly, he is a boy who is quite in need of love. QUITE

In his eyes, you are the perfect woman, you are a goddess and as such he adores you every day when you wake up and when you go to sleep, he never takes his hands off you and I have to admit that this is quite exciting.

In the mornings when he picks you up to go to school, after sneaking into your room and fucking you so hard against your mattress that his hands are still marked on your waist and his kisses are stained on the soft skin of your neck, thighs and breasts.

During the ride he can't take his hands off you, touching your hair, crushing your thighs with his huge hands. If you were in the mood they would make a stop in the middle of the forest and let you ride it until you drop. He never has enough of you nor you of him.

During classes he sends you messages telling you how pretty you look today and how beautiful you would look under him with his cock inside you.

You can't deny that you're also addicted Emmett. A huge man, strong, chivalrous and so sexy, your mouth waters just thinking about the way he touches you, the heat between your legs that builds up just by listening to him speak, the need to be filled by his huge, fat cock.

Together they are a massive destruction, they fuck rabbits day and night, they fill your home with the sound of the wet collision of their bodies and your moans worthy of a porn movie.

The person who saw them would swear that they are a serious couple but they are not.

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#emmett cullen #emmett cullen smut #twilight smut #twilight #emmett cullen x reader #edward cullen #jasper hale #carlisle cullen #twilight drabbles #drabble

[meiluu]

Edward Cullen's Mate

Edward Cullen/ Afab!Reader

cw: SMUT 18+ MDNI, oral f receiving, unprotected p in v sex, edward breaks the headboard hehe, and edward is completely enamored with you.

(I need to get this out of my system, been thinking about him a lot recently...)

this was supposed to be a short drabble but i just couldn't shut up

reader pov.

Being with edward has been nothing but a beautiful and slightly chaotic ride. With finding out he wasn't human instead was a hundred something year old vampire along with the rest of his family. And then as your relationship grew as did the romance between you too, and that grew tenfold when the magnetic pull you felt for one another was because you were mates.

Fated to be together, equals, crafted for one another, you both completing one another and that never felt truer than now.

Body underneath his stony one, feverishly chilly lips leave a scorching trail of kisses from your neck to your bare chest. edward inhales your scent, and scent that didn't have him craving your blood like he was supposed to instead it calmed and aroused his body in a tantalizing mix. His eyes flick up to yours, pupils nearly completely dilated leaving behind a dark amber ring at the edge of his iris. Love and lust in his gaze has your body warming, and you knew that your gaze mimicked his.

"So beautiful. I'll never get enough of you my love." his word are spoken with nothing but truth. Leaving your shared gaze he continues his journey down your torso, soft hands caressing your hips squeezing the plump flesh before leading down your thighs to the backs of your knees. Mouth leaving behind love-bites upon your skin, each one sending jolts of heat straight to your core, evidence of your arousal staining the insides of your thighs.

Going lower with each kiss pulling your legs apart allowing him to sink further down, mouth right above where you need him most. A blush covers your cheeks and the tops of your breast, "Edward- you don't have to do that."

His gaze snaps up to you, and the sight of his head between your thighs with the full intention to bring you pleasure has you holding back a shiver. "I want to, God you have no idea how long I've wanted to do this. Can I ?" Why would you ever deny that? Nodding your head edward goes back to staring at your weeping cunt.

Hands tighten their grip on you before he's pushing them further apart and up, completely baring you to him. You watch as his mouth descends until you feel his tongue lick up from the bottom to your clit. softly wrapping the bud with his lips gently sucking on the bud, sending a shockwave of pleasure through you. A moan falls from your slightly swollen lips, seeing your obvious satisfaction edward continues his ministrations. Swirling his tongue a sucking in your clit, body lighting up in euphoria as a ball of pleasure settles into the pit of your stomach. Shaky breaths leave you as your gaze stays locked onto edward’s head, vision blurring around the edges as your mind begins to wholly submit to him.

Then his mouth is leaving your clit all too soon, but you don't have to wonder for long where he's going next. His tongue delves straight into your cunt, mouth covering the bottom half of you. Your eyes widen before rolling back into your head at the mind-numbing sensation of his tongue massaging your walls, pushing in and out of you. Then one of his hands is leaving your thighs and begins to swirl your forgotten clit between his fingers.

Your breathing is uneven breast rising and falling as you try to catch your breath. Heart racing as your body becomes so pliant and warm under his devotion. Your moans and cries of his name bounce around the room, hands going to his soft hair to tangle themselves within them, hoping to keep yourself grounded. The knot within your belly only tightens with each moment that passes. Your mind lagging behind as it gets lost within this pleasure, you realize a little late that edwards tongue has left you but his cool fingers have entered and taken the spot where his tongue once was. Curling up sweetly rubbing into your g-spot, a near-cry of pleasure leaves you at this.

The ball of pleasure that had settled within your core tightened and then you where cumming, as your cunt milked his fingers as they continued to abuse your g-spot. With your high fizzling out of you, thighs shaking with the intensity of your orgasm. Your eyes open looking down to see edward leaning his head against the one thigh he still had a grip on, fingers still buried within you and a smirk of satisfaction upon his face.

"You look so gorgeous when you cum." giving the inside of your thigh a sweet kiss before he starts to sit up, wrapping your legs around his waste. Face rising up to yours, his mouth comes down giving you a kiss that leaves you breathless. "Do you want to keep going?"

"Yes-yes, please." no shame, your words are full of need and edwards smirk brightens. "Of course my love, I am at your whim."

Reaching down taking edward by surprise, you grip his hardness, a groan leaves him at your soft hold. Lining him with your cunt you let him slowly sink into you. Your head falls further into the pillow as edward grits his teeth hoping to keep himself in control.

He stretches you out just perfectly, filling you up with no space left and your walls wrap so beautifully around him, so warm and wet and oh so welcoming to his cock. You were both made for one another as you slot together- bodies entwined with one another. "Move, Edward please." as your words leave you, he is obeying.

With near flawless movements he starts a slow yet deep pace, bottoming out to the hilt. Each thrust has you keening in utter ecstasy body lit aflame. But his pace begins to pick up speed as your cunt continues to push him to his limits by squeezing him, and with every pull out of you, your walls are trying to suck him back in. God he never knew he could feel like this, so wholly enraptured, this was his new drug and Edward knew that he would never want to part from it.

Your thighs tighten around his waist, arms leaving the bedsheets to latch onto his back. Nails digging into his stony muscle, as your head buries into his neck where his scent is strongest. Your sounds of pleasure are right by his ear, the most beautiful song he's ever heard. His arms leave your waist in favor of the headboard, harshly gripping onto the mahogany. Edward moans along with you as he tilts his pelvis down and up, kissing your g-spot with the tip of his cock. And with his pelvis hitting your clit with every thrust back into your cunt.

Your arousal leaks out staining the fronts of his thighs along with the sheets beneath you, your heady scent filling the space around you two. Edward feels the head board snap then crumble within his grasp and not a moment after that does he feel your cunt quiver as you cum, walls milking him as a gush of your arousal stains his thighs. An unfiltered moan falls from edward, completely in shock at this sensation pace becoming frenzied as he pistons into you with the sole intention to cum within your cunt. Your head has fallen back into the pillow body buzzing in overstimulation as your third orgasm nears.

"Edward-please, please, I need it." words broken up by moans as you barely get them out. Edward's body hunches over yours, hands coming down from the shattered headboard to the sheets beside your head before quickly wrapping around your body. Pulling your chest against his, a hand against the small of your back the other at the base of your head.

His body trying to get as close to you as possible, trying to bury himself within you. Cock bullying your overstimulated and weeping cunt that continues to welcome him in with every thrust, pace now rougher and faster. Each time his cock bottoms out reaching the end of you your moans are punched out of you, mind having turned to mush. Your ears are hypnotized by the heady squelching sound of your cunt along with edwards moans of pure pleasure.

Edward feels the painfully tight knot of pleasure in his pelvis snap, cock swelling as he empties himself within you, eyes closing from the heavy orgasm. That orgasm grows tenfold with you cumming again, walls milking his cock in an attempt to ring him completely dry. Slowing down his thrusts as you both come down from your highs, coming to a stop as you are both left in the aftershocks of your orgasms. Gently bringing you back down to the bedsheets, turning to the side with you still within his embrace. feeling your racing heart against his chest.

Ever so softly he begins to place chaste kisses upon your skin along with 'I love you's, soon your body is lulled into unconsciousness, as edward continues to give his worship to your body. As you rest he lays protecting and watching over you and with every moment that passes does he fall more and more in love with you.

His mate, made just for him.

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*not edited*

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[legendofzoodles]

LU September art things I noticed:

Main archer Wild getting the focus he deserves. Oh, and flexing on us mortals by preparing to dish out three arrows

Nice detail of all the lefties holding their bows one way, while right handed Sky and Wild hold it the other

Some like Hyrule hold their bow with a fist, others like Legend stick out a finger. To help with checking the trajectory?

I love that Time, Warriors, Twilight and Wild's bows look kinda similar

What enemy could prompt such an assault? Look at their faces!

Except Sky; I've never seen him look so calm and almost smug. Might this be an enemy from his world he knows how to deal with...?

I think either Time or Sky would make the call on when to let the arrows loose: "Ready? Aim! FIRE!"

#linked universe #lu #linkeduniverse #lu wild #lu wind #lu legend #lu hyrule #lu sky #lu time #lu warriors #lu twilight #lu four #lu thoughts #lu fic ideas #lu fic idea #lu headcanon #lu headcanons #linked universe thoughts #lu drabble

[intothemultifandom]

𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐀 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 || 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱

PROMPT: You’re the supernatural mate of one of the most elite members of the Volturi guard. SPECIES: Revenant, The Old Guard (2020)

FIRST MEETING 

➔ Despite being the only one without a gift, there is a reason Felix is a permanent member of the Elite Guard.

➔ The skills that once served him as a Roman General and Gladiator has served him tremendously as the Volturi’s executioner and as the decades pass, so too does the thought of ever finding his mate.

➔ When serving his Masters guarantee him a new opponent he can battle, fight and conquer with every deserter and law-breaker he delivers to true death, it doesn’t exactly occur to him that he wants a mate. 

➔ And then he finds you amidst chaos and bloodshed, holding weapons he has not seen nor held in decades and roaring in a language even older than himself as you cut down men thrice your size, body bathed in red, and he is mesmerised. 

➔ As a vampire, he always though of himself as more of a simple one. More eager to fight and feed than fight and fuck.

➔ That is until you grin at him through a blood stained mouth as you stand in the centre of the battlefield and more than just venom burns through his veins. 

➔ You’re cut down eventually, and before Felix can speed towards you from where he is (and oh, how he rages), the sword pierced through your stomach slowly falls out as your skin stitches itself back together and you’re back on your feet again. Fighting and maiming as if death were a mere friend catching your attention. 

➔ Felix, not for the first time since he stumbled upon you, wants. 

YOUR RELATIONSHIP

➔ When you do get together, instead of traditional dates, you and your Goliath-sized mate can often be found in the training room, sparring.

➔ Instead of basic hand-to-hand combat, it comes to the surprise of newer guards when they stumble upon the two of you fighting each-other with different types of melee weapons.

➔ Their surprise soon turns to intrigue as steel clashes with steel, thunder booming across the Castle and they witness what looks to be an unstoppable force colliding with an immovable object: She who meets death as a friend and he who serves him faithfully.  

➔ Of course, 9 out 10 times the intrigue soon turns to embarrassment and mild disgust when Felix eventually gives in to the wanton stirring in his venom as he disregards his weapons in favour of a completely new battle in mind. He wants more than he’s ever wanted before and with the fervour in your response, you want just the same. 

➔ Beyond sparring, of course, the two of you are more reserved with your PDA and often wise can be found in Master Marcus’ grand library on more quiet days. 

➔ There, you teach him languages of ages he’s never heard of whilst he educates you on Vampire laws and the Lycanthrope species (Oddly, another supernatural species you’ve never come across before) before you talk about your lives thus far. 

➔ Between each lesson and study, there are fervent kisses and ardent touches and giving yourself so vulnerably to Felix means that for every piece of you he gets, he gives himself completely in turn. 

➔ And so falling more in love with him becomes an easy thing. 

➔ The uniqueness of your relationship is that for all that Felix delivers others unto death, Death cannot claim you. Not completely and certainly not when you are possibly the greatest warrior Felix has ever come across. 

➔ Even though being what you are means you do in fact “die” for a short period of time, your mate has learned to remain unfazed knowing that it is not for certain and that you will return to him always; ready to take on the next big battle (or whoever it was that killed you first), together. 

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♡*ﾟ¨ﾟﾟ･ twilight

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[writtenbyariavargas]

Day 11

Fever - Carlisle

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I could feel him slipping away, just a boy with no family left. Both of his parents were lost to the Spanish Influenza and he was dying of it as well. His fever was high, wasn’t breaking and even with my experience there wasn’t much else I could do for him. This boy’s life would end if I didn’t act. I remembered his mom’s dying wish. She begged for me to save her son. At first I didn’t know how I’d save him with how quickly the flu had spread and enveloped him. I watched his labored breathing, watched for signs that he would make it on his own and saw none.

There was only one option, something I hadn’t really considered before now. I was alone and having a companion would make this long life more bearable, but what about his soul? What about his life? Would he curse me just as I had cursed the vampire who turned me? Would he hate me for taking his human life away? The moments were slipping away too fast for me to consider this decision too much longer. He wasn’t going to make it through the night. He was at the point of death rattles, something I’d grown accustomed to hearing in all my time as a medical practitioner. I didn’t particularly like the rattles, didn’t like hearing people take their last breaths, but it came with the territory.

I placed my hand, the one that had started my change to this cold life on his cheek. His eyes opened and he looked up at me. I could see that even with how far the illness went, how high the fever was he didn’t want to die. At that moment I made my decision. I knew that how I had been created was something that worked. My creation was so different than other vampires I knew and the fact that I still had humanity I wondered if it was the catalyst as to why I was different. I decided to take him to my home, a secluded place to allow for the boy’s transformation to start without others being able to hear his screams.

When we were safe and hidden I bit him exactly where I had been and I waited. I watched over him for hours, for days until my venom completely took over, for his heart to stop beating. I saw as the illness was burned from his body and that he no longer looked and sounded like the flu would kill him.

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[jpswan]

Our lives are made up of choices. Sometimes we take the time to think about what the consequences could be. Sure we don’t always know the extent of those consequences, but we have a general idea. Sometimes we step into them blindly, the outcomes all unknown and making our paths uncertain. We fall into the abyss, stepping right off the ledge, hoping something or someone catches us. All while having one thought, this decision could lead to catastrophe. But then again, what is life without risks? If something has the risk of being a catastrophe, couldn’t it also have the chance of being the salvation, our paradise, we’ve been seeking?

Many would say that only being seventeen is what caused me to step off the ledge, caught up in the daydream. Others would, unfortunately, say I am more like my mother than I would ever care to admit. Making life-altering decisions without much thought. Maybe they’re all right. But all I know for certain is that falling would be my soul's salvation and damnation.

——𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕜𝕤 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕙 — —

Paxton 3rd POV

Tick...tick...tick…

Gray-blue orbs watched the second hand on the old, cracked clock above the chalkboard. The pencil in her right hand tapped in time with the seconds that went by. The brunette’s mind counted down how much longer until the last bell rang. Her left knee bounced underneath her desk, knocking it slightly. The seventeen-year-old was unsure if her anxiety was because she wanted time to stop or if she wanted it to speed up. Honestly, it was probably a combination. The day had been one of apprehension, something that had been built over a few weeks. After that call from Renee one rainy afternoon. Bella had decided to finally return to Forks.

Now, most would believe that would be a happy occasion. For Charlie, it was, in his own socially awkward way, at least. For one Paxton Swan, it was a deeper mix of emotions. The fraternal twins were not close. They hadn’t ever really been. More strangers than twins or even family. Like that third cousin twice removed that you might see at the family reunion that only happened every ten years. It wasn’t as drastic as that or so she’d been told, but it felt like that to the teen.

Charlie and Renee had divorced a mere three months after the twins were born. Renee claimed Forks was too depressing with all the rain, and their whole relationship had been fast-paced. She wanted a new start, “to do things more carefully in the future.” That thought made Paxton roll her eyes hard. Their mother was erratic at best. But when they divorced, the twins were split; Bella went with Renee, and Paxton stayed with Charlie. The original plan had been to alternate holidays, birthdays were to be shared in one place or the other, and split summers between each parent. That plan had only lasted until they were roughly five. It had broken Charlie’s heart even more, and if Paxton was being honest, part of her own.

As Paxton’s thoughts went deeper into the complicated family dynamics, her pencil began to bounce off-beat with the second hand. A melodious clearing of a throat sounded behind the brunette, loud enough to drag her out of a spinning mind. She swallowed roughly, knowing exactly who was sitting directly behind her, an empty seat between them. Paxton didn’t swallow out of fear like a large number of classmates would but from the anxiety of actually having to turn around. To somewhat socialize. Like Charlie, at times, Pax wasn’t good with interactions. It was a struggle that had led to many meetings between teachers, councilors, and her father. Also medications, but that was a fact many didn’t know.

Instantly, the bouncing and tapping stopped as shoulders slumped just a little, and Paxton just barely slid down in the hard plastic chair. She nearly felt like a scolded child. Her head turned back to look over her shoulder, eyes locked on the most beautiful woman Pax had ever seen; Rosalie Hale. It should be illegal and impossible to be as beautiful as the blonde was. Nearly unblemished pale skin, softly kissed by the beauty mark above her lip, blonde hair that looked silkier than even the finest Egyptian high thread count sheets, and a body that should have been on the cover of the Vogue magazines Alice always flipped through. Another hard swallow caused her throat to bob as one perfectly sculpted brow raised; Paxton was not intimidated, just in awe. Or so she kept telling herself. “S-sorry,” The brunette muttered. For a millisecond, it almost looked like honey eyes softened; that was enough for Paxton to know Rosalie wasn’t really annoyed with her, just possibly concerned.

So maybe they’d only spoken around one hundred words total to each other in the last two years, but the Swan was pretty confident they’d developed their own language. Between different glints in their eyes and the different turns of their lips. Of course, it was more than likely in her head. “I’m good…” Paxton still tried to reassure the blonde, going with what she believed was their language. The bell nearly cut off the words, and if one looked close enough, they would have perhaps seen the blonde give a brief nod before she stood with the rest of the students to empty the room. Paxton sighed as she gathered her textbooks, notebook, and stuffed her pencil behind her ear.

The Cullens were a mystery. No one could deny that. Even with the small glances they’d allowed Paxton to have over time, she was nearly as clueless as the rest of her classmates. The only one she remotely had an understanding of was Alice, the bubbly ray of sunshine. The two had shared more than half their classes since the family had arrived in town. They’d built a sort of friendship from that. Which some were jealous of, while others judged. But the Swan didn’t care.

Feet drug as Paxton maneuvered through the hoard of students, thankful to be set free. There wasn’t the same drive in the Swan to get home that evening. For a brief moment, while nimble fingers turned the dial on her locker, she wondered if she could swing by the diner for a milkshake just to drag out time. “Paxton!” The teen looked over as she stuffed a few things into her backpack that she’d need while she put other things away. What truly was the point of homework after being stuck in school for almost nine hours? The answer, more torture.

“Hey, Angela.” A tiny genuine half-smile curled the left side of chapped lips. The other teen leaned against the closed locker beside Paxton, a smile on her lips. Angela was one of the only real friends the Swan had at this school; the only person she saw as down-to-earth and never judgmental. Having known each other since preschool also helped a little. The only other real friend she had was Leah Clearwater, but she was stuck at the school on the Rez. Paxton wished they could be side by side, a duo few would likely not mess with.

“So you're riding with your dad to Port Angeles to pick up your sister, right?” There was just a hint of hopefulness in Angela’s voice. The girl had been trying to talk Paxton into doing so all week.

“No,” Paxton groaned as she shut her locker, shouldering her bag. “Besides, by the time I get home dad will have already left.” If she’d wanted to go, she’d have skipped the last period. Which just felt wrong, a momentary flash of honey eyes and blonde hair entered her mind.

“Pax-“ Angela started with a disappointed look. With a small shake of her head, Paxton was back to reality.

“Don’t.” She gave the other girl a meaningful look. “Don’t start.” The two began their trek out of the school, side by side, “I just don’t want to go. I’ll see her later. Let me enjoy my last two hours of Isabella freedom.” The last sentence was close to a beg. Angela rolled her eyes, shoulder bumping into the taller girl’s side. “What?” Paxton shrugged, more than tired of this conversation. “Look, she’s moving here not because she missed dad or me. Not because she wants to rebuild relationships. She’s moving here so Renee can travel with her new husband. Something else I wasn’t asked to go to.” This time it was Paxton’s turn to roll her eyes. How could you get remarried and not invite one of your own daughters? Apparently, it was easier than the teen thought. She’d never even met Phil. “I haven’t seen Bella in like seven years, she stopped coming out here for a few weeks in the summer, and they decided their lives were too busy for me to go out there.” Paxton swallowed roughly as her hands trembled. To avoid her friend seeing one of her well-known ticks, Paxton stuffed her hands into the pockets of her jeans.

Paxton held one of the doors open, so Angela could exit first, ignoring the sound of Jessica approaching behind them with a rambunctious Mike and Eric. “I haven’t talked to her longer than two minutes on our birthday and Christmas. I’m not going to spend an hour stuck in the car for the most awkward family reunion ever.”

“Is this because you genuinely don’t want her here or because you haven’t told her about—“

“Me being a lesbian?” The Swan cut her off, and a tiny smirk pulled at the corners of her lips. “No. Renee doesn’t even know unless dad said something, which I don’t think he would.” She had no idea how her sister would react to that news, though truly it couldn’t have been that surprising. Besides, her sexuality was one thing Paxton was comfortable with. Had it taken time and a lot of talking to get to that point? Yes. But she truly didn’t care what others thought about it, especially her mother or sister.

The two headed down the stairs. Gunmetal blue eyes wandered to the bright red Mercedes convertible still parked in its usual spot. A few Cullen’s were standing there; it seemed like they were waiting on Edward. Alice gave a small wave when they briefly met eyes, and Paxton gave a small nod in return. The scoff behind the two walking teens made her agitation start to rise. Jessica was horrible at hiding her jealousy over the small connection, friendships if you could call them that, she had with the family. It wasn’t Paxton’s fault Alice liked her, or the others seemed to at least tolerate her presence.

“Are you scared to tell her?” Jessica asked in a tone that was more of a taunt than concern that gained a look from Angela. She moved to stand on Paxton’s other side, eyes curious to get the scoop on the taller girl’s feelings.

“She can’t be that scared,” Erik countered as he moved beside Angela.

“Yeah, she already came out to a whole town.” Tyler chuckled, an arm slung around Paxton’s shoulders. “This girl has some balls of steel.”

The Swan shrugged his arm off, “I didn’t come out. I just didn’t deny it when people asked or gossiped,” She gave Jessica a pointed look, the girl not even showing a hint of shame for her previous actions, “about me. My dad was the only one who mattered.” Which to the seventeen-year-old was the truth. She didn’t care what the town thought. She just worried about what it would mean for her father and their relationship. Thankfully Charlie had been understanding and patient. It was a little awkward, but he tried his hardest to let Paxton know she was safe and loved no matter what. Her dad was always in her corner.

“So you’re scared,” The smile that always appeared on Jessica’s lips when she thought she had juicy gossip made itself known. Paxton wished she could knock it off her lips, but that would just cause issues she didn’t want to deal with. She’d promised Charlie this year she wouldn’t get into any fights. It also wouldn’t be a fair fight, Paxton would have too much of an upper hand.

“No,” Paxton deadpanned then unlocked and opened the driver's side door to her slightly faded 1980s baby blue Jeep. She tossed her bag inside to the passenger's seat. “Like with everyone else, if she asks, I’ll tell her. Otherwise, who cares?” A stare was sent Jessica’s way. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I only have,” The teen looked down at her watch, “an hour and a half before my life changes. I want to get a milkshake and work on some cords I have stuck in my head.” Music was always a good escape for the brunette. It helped center her, made her focus, and cleared her mind until all that was left was her creations.

Before Paxton could react, Angela hugged her, “Text me if you need me, okay?” The words whispered, and Paxton only hugged her tighter as a response before she let go. She knew the offer was genuine. Anything said between the two would stay that way.

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” Paxton climbed into the Jeep, shoulders relaxing some as she watched her ‘friends’ walk away. She put the keys in the ignition and reached for her aux cord to plug in her phone. Music automatically started to play through the speakers, and a smirk crossed chapped lips as the familiar song played. A tattooed left hand cracked the driver's side window some. The right popped open the center console to pull out a battered and worn pack of Marlboro Reds—a habit not many knew about, mainly because it wasn’t a constant. One pack from Tyler lasted several weeks. If Charlie knew, Paxton wasn’t sure how he’d take it. The two had been through a lot together with her inner demons. The girl wasn’t trying to take advantage of his patience and understanding. Hell, he’d taken her to get her tattoos after she’d explained the significance of them.

I don't need nothing when I'm by your side. We got something that'll never die; Our dreams, our pride. My heart beats like a drum (all night). Flesh to flesh, one to one (and it's alright).

For some reason, as she lit the cigarette and put the Jeep in reverse, Paxton’s eyes were drawn deeper back as she looked over her shoulder. Once more, gunmetal orbs met deep honey that she could drown within.

And I'll never let go cause there's something I know deep inside. You were born to be my baby and baby, I was made to be your man

Scarred brows furrowed as Rosalie held her stare. Something Paxton didn’t quite understand swirled in eyes she had previously thought she knew by now.

We got something to believe in even if we don't know where we stand.

Only God would know the reasons. But I bet he must have had a plan.

'Cause you were born to be my baby and baby, I was made to be your man.

A chill went down her spine. Her heartbeat sped up like a drum just as the song had mentioned. In an instant, Rosalie was peeling out of the parking lot, which left a very confused Paxton Swan. The blonde couldn’t have heard the lyrics. It wasn’t turned up that loud. With a shake of her head, she reversed out of her spot to head home. She only had about an hour left before everything would change. The brunette just didn’t know how much.

So hold me close better hang on tight. Buckle up, baby, it's a bumpy ride. We're two kids hitching down the road of life. Our world, our fight.

If we stand side by side (all night) there's a chance we'll get by (and it's alright). And I'll know that you'll live in my heart till the day that I die.

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