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twi-sight2020 · 4 years

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Chapter 10: My liver, Midnight Sun, and other things I don’t know about

So, first of all, HOLY HELL THERE ARE NOW 230 of you. Like damn, I’ve been a DC RPer for years and it took me eons to get that many people across a couple of blogs. Meanwhile, i come back to one of my old fandoms and BAM open arms. Cleary, i was wrong for ever leaving. So, once again, I’ve been sort of ...slow. and I mean, TBH, I am a slow moving creature with these updates anyway, but considering I had to have yet another test ran, and found out that my liver is still showing up enlarged so I have to have ANOTHER test this upcoming week...ehhh, i figure I’m allowed to be a bit useless.(Sidenote: Never get an autoimmune disease, they suck more than Victoria ever could) But then, fuck I saw that SMeyer may finally be granting everyones hopes and dreams with some new Twilight material, and I had the urge to jump back here and immediately cry about it and throw hand sup in the air because...new content is A+. That being said, if you’re one of the five people i’ve seen who are hoping for a sequel to The Host or The Chemist...I still love you, but I will judge you....and blame you if this isn’t a full version of Midnight Sun or something in the verse....but i will blame with loooove and affection. Alright, on with the Interrogation of Bella Swan! First off, Edwards picks Bella up for school, and it’s...oddly adorable that he seems uncertain when asking if she wants a ride. Granted, Bella points out he hopes she’ll say no but...I find it adorable that he has these normal ,human fears, or rejection. He then tells her that he brought a jacket for her because he doesn’t want her getting sick. and this...this is the kinda overprotection that makes Edward loveable. Not the creepy shit he pulls in alter books, but things like this...it’s nice. He makes Jokes about her not doing 20 questions today, and we see how tongue tied Bella is. We also see that Edward finds Bella’s reactions almost..unnatural and too cool, something that I remarked on a lot in the last couple of chapters, though it seems that Edward is more disturbed by them because he is off balance not being able to read her, while I’m off balance because her mind is....rather unfathomable to me. Then again-and correct me cause I could be wrong- but isn’t Edward supposed to have a psych degree? Just saying.... They arrive at school and discover the other Cullen’s have take Rosalie’s super expensive convertible to school since Edward is “breaking all the rules” I also love that Bella calls him out that...no, they don’t blend in, even when trying. Like , come on guys, you’ve lived for a long ass time, you should know how people act by now. Jessica sees Edward and Bella come in together, and Edward let’s Bella know that Jessica will ambush her after class, wanting to know if they are dating...and how she feels about him. Edward tells Bella she can say yes to the first one if that’s ok because it’s the easiest explanation. JESUS EDWARD THAT’S SO DAMN UNROMANTIC. Like come on, at least a proper “Wanna go steady” would have been cute but...nooooooo. Idiot just lost one of the good points I gave him earlier. And...Jessica does just that, wanting to know if their meet up last night was planned, if they were going out again, and if he’d kissed her yet. And then She keeps pestering for details and Bella-being the exact opposite of me and my gossipy friends in every way- does not wanna go into it. Maybe it’s because Edward said he’d be listening, or maybe it’s just because she’s a very private person. Honestly, for a book told from her POV, she’s still...pretty damn hard to read at times. Anyway, she tells Jessica she likes Edward”too much, more than he likes me” and then evades more questions by brining up Jessica’s date with Mike from the other day.Since Jessica DOES like to gossip and be nosey and much as me and my friends, this distraction works perfectly, right up until after class when Edward is waiting for Bella. he seems both amused, and irritated, no doubt from listening in on the conversation. he and Bella go through the lunch line, he buys a ton of food for her -and some for him for show. Bella ask if he an eat human food, and he compares it to eating dirt...which apparently Bella has done-on a dare. Bella, honey, I don’t know who dared you to do this but...babe you need better friends. Edward sees Jessica watching him and gets pissy again, and reveals the source of his agitation is Bella’s belief that she likes him more than he does her. He wants to know why, and she has two main reasons, one being how “ordinary” she looks, and two being how sometimes it seems like he’s “trying to say goodbye. Edward quickly brushes past the “ordinary” comment with how he knew what the other guys were thinking on her first day. Bella....doesn’t believe it, which is..pretty damn stupid considering literally everyone kept trying to ask her to the dance. Like...Jesus, you may not be a supermodel, and you may be a super klutz, but you are definitely far from plain. The next bit, Edward admits is true, sometimes he does want to say goodbye...because he wants to protect her. He thinks this means he cares more, because he’d hurt himself to keep her safe. This feels like it could dovetail into a very very important convo, but then Edward breaks it up with jokes about how keeping her safe is a “full time occupation” and she...literally has the thought of how she could put herself in danger to keep him around. and just, fuck that. Like, listen up, if you ever EVER feel like you have to put yourself in danger to keep someone around, that’s...unhealthy, ok? It means you need to break ties with them, and maybe get a bit of therapy while your at it. Of course, Bella doesn’t have a Sassy Bi Bitch like me to tell her off for this so, you know, this will not be the last time she has some worrying thoughts.... Like about ten seconds later when Edward ask if-instead of going to Seattle- she’d like to spend the day alone with him. He tells her she should tell Charlie to give him some”incentive” to bring her back. Yea Bella, remember, he really wanted to kill you before? That danger is not completely gone. But Is Bella gonna tell her dad? Of course not. Edward is annoyed by this, but instead of, I dunno, dropping by their house and asking Bella to go with him in front of her dad or something he just.... acts pissy for a few minutes. Oh Edward.... She brings up the supposed camping trips they go on, and Edward informs her they are hunting bears. Which...goes over her head for a minute and she...literally sternly tells him bears are not in season. Wow, just.... Bella....honey...not only did that go waaaay over your head but also, you’re gonna be that person? God, this is why you didn’t have friends back home Bella, not the fact that you’re ordinary or clumsy...nope it’s definitely the fact you went beyond being mom friend to being Cop friend. Edward, meanwhile, earns a bonus point again for talking about how they are careful to hunt in over populated areas because they don’t wanna impact the environment. Damn, that alone makes my teenage crush come back...whoops. What can i say? I’m a sucker for the environmentally conscious. He tells Bella a ....minuscule amount about how they hunt, comparing how Emmet hunts like a bear(which is his favorite prayer) and how his on hunting mimics a lion(which he loves to hunt mountain lion). I dunno why Edward prefers that-except to make the Lion and Lamb analogy later, but considering what I know about Emmets life, I love that he just...kills angry grizzly for fun...even if my heart breaks for the bears because I’m a loser. Bella REAAAAALLLLY wants to see Edward hunt and he is like “hell no” She thinks it’s just because it would be “too scary” for her and Edward...blatantly points out that she really could use some fear and if that were the case he’d take her out hunting tonight. And then he...says he’ll tell her way she can’t later, but right now they are running late and lunch is over. Annnnd, that it. Pretty much an more filler chapter, we don’t get much info and it passes pretty quick. Kinda short for a Twilight chapter to. I do love that Bella- who fucking dies at the sight of blood- wants to watch Edward hunt, bless child, I worry about you. Anyway, lovelies, that it for tonight. Stay safe, AJ

#twilight #stephanie meyer #Bella Swan #edward cullen #twilight reread #twilight reread 2020 #twilight chapter 10

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seduceme-lovestruck-thearcana · 4 years

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@ma-serannas-vhenan real quick. I have this weird idea in my head. I guess an AU?? It’s for Solas. It doesn’t make sense,,but it’s been in my head for awhile. I need someone to share my little AUs with shbs. It takes place after when Solas finds the inquisitor and takes the Anchor and it’s in his romance. It’s kinda long too-

But anyways here it is👀:

Solas falls asleep (if he ever does idk bro-) and enters the fade. But it’s not necessarily whats around him. It’s like the future, but a dream of the future I guess. Idk how to word it lol.

He’s looking around and he’s in the hall of the inquisition where the throne is. He looks around and sees people, but what confuses him most is that they’re not reacting to him. They’re talking like normal, as if nothing is wrong. He sees a mirror and looks into it and sees he’s not him. It’s like an illusion to make him look different. It confused him, but his time to think is interrupted by a small, high pitched voice, followed by a pull on his hand.

He turns around and sees no one, but once he looks down he sees a little elf girl, maybe only 5, who has this ginger hair, blue eyes, freckles, and she was sad.

“I-I’m sorry to bother sir, but I need help finding my mom. I lost her!” The little girl sounds horrified and Solas feels sadness for her too. He smiled at her and offers to help her. She smiled back at him (the brightest smile he’s seen in awhile) and takes his hand.

“What does your mom look like?”

“Umm, she has hair like me, eyes like me, freckles like me, and she’s an important person. I forgot the word,” the girl says, tripping over a few words. He laughs because that doesn’t help at all. Many people would look like her, so he just looked around.

Surprisingly, no one looked like her, and no one called out to her and the girl didn’t call out to anyone either. Solas was a little confused at how no one looked like this little girl, and he could tell her anxiety was getting worse. She would squeeze his hand sometimes.

He continued to walk around Skyhold (he couldn’t lie and say he didn’t miss seeing this place...) and look in the buildings.

“What about your dad?”

“Um, it’s hard to describe him. The main thing that stands out is his necklace. It’s a jaw of an animal. My momma told me but I can’t remember,” the girl said, trying hard to remember. He was a little worried as to why she couldn’t remember what her own father looked like, but then all of her words processed in his mind. Bone necklace? His heart was racing a bit at the idea of it being his necklace. His wolf jawbone necklace, but it couldn’t be him. Why would it be him? He shook it off and was curious as to why she can’t remember.

“Why can’t you remember the necklace?

“He shows it to me all the time, I just keep forgetting the name. When he’s sleeping, he either gives it to me or my momma. My mom won’t tell me what he’s healing from, but she told me she saved his life. It’s a long story, and she promised to tell me when I grow up!” He could tell the little girl was excited, and he smiled at that thought. Bloom was still doing what she always did. Saving people. He couldn’t lie and say he wishes it was him to end up with her, but he knows it cannot be. It never will be.

Eventually, he ends up taking her back to the throne room, and as soon as they walk in, Solas sees a woman going around asking people something.

“Have you seen my little girl? She looks just like me,” she would say, her voice shaking from panic. “No, Inquisitor, I have not. I’m sorry,” they would reply. She would nod and go to the next person.

“Momma!” The little girl called out, causing the woman to turn towards him and the little girl. The little girl let go of his hand and ran towards her momma. Bloom (my inquisitor for Solas) would do a happy sigh as she picks her daughter up (with her one arm which is a little difficult) and hug her close to her. “Don’t scare me like that again!” The Girl would apologize but point towards Solas. “This man was helping me find you, sorry I didn’t wait.” Bloom would look towards Solas and he could take her appearance in.

He doesn’t know how long it has been, but her hair is longer, her freckles are still where they were, and her eyes are still as blue as the sea. He stared for a few seconds and took her in until he noticed her talking to him. “Thank you for helping my daughter,” she said with a smile. It was clear her daughter was everything to her. Solas didn’t know what to say. She once again made him speechless. “It’s no problem,” he said, voice quiet.

“You look new here. Why don’t I show you around?” Bloom would look at him with a kind smile, but not the one she used with only him. He wishes it was, but knows he won’t see it again. He knows this place by heart and knows it would useless, but he accepts the offer, wanting to hear her voice again...and not in shouts of pain and filled with anger. Bloom puts down her daughter and ruffled her hair. “Why dont you go find Lady Josephine and be with her for awhile?” The girls eyes lit up and she nodded with a smile. “I like being with Josephine!!” The girl ran off while still being polite to others around her. Definitely Blooms little girl. Boom smiled at him again and lead him towards the exit of the entrance (of the throne room I guess?? What do you call that area?)

“So, where ya from?” They we’re walking down the stairs, a little slowly since Bloom wanted to get to know him. She liked getting to know new people, trying to not make them fear her. He tried to think up an answer, but couldn’t. “A little town away from here. A nice, cozy place, but I wanted to do more with my life and now I’m here,” he said. When he finally told her the truth when he took the anchor, he didn’t want to lie to her anymore, and here he was doing it again, even if it was a dream. “That’s great. I’m always open to new people being here.” It was true, she did. She may be not the best person in expressing herself, but it seems like she’s gotten better. Maybe this husband of hers made her better. He decided to find out.

“I hate to be nosy, but your daughter mentioned your husband healing? What did she mean?” Bloom stared at the ground as they walked. She looked a little sad, but happy at the same time. “My husband tried to do something terrible. He was a good man, until he wasn’t. He was a curse people said. He was the Dread Wolf. A battle happened with me and my army and his,” she said, her voice trembling a bit. He hated this story, but he needed to hear it. This was a dream he believed, but he wanted to hope for a happy ending. Something. Anything.

“In the end, I sacrificed myself to save everyone...and him.” That sentence made Solas’s heart drop. She sacrificed herself for him. The man who was going to murder everyone, the man used her (even if he fell in love with her, he still technically used her right?), and then the man who walked away from her. Why would she? “Why?” He whispered it and didn’t think she heard, but she did. “Well, people always do crazy things when they’re in love,” she said with a laugh. “Then how are you here?” Solas asked her with a bit of awe and curiosity. “I’m not sure. I just...woke up. I felt pain before I died, it went black, I saw someone or something, they spoke to me, and then I woke up as if nothing happened. Even though everything had changed.”

Solas felt a little in awe and curiosity, but he knew it couldn’t happen...right? He didn’t want to entertain the idea and continued walking (they stopped and had that little part about her dying and her husband conversation lol). “Well, that sounds,” he paused trying to explain his feelings, “amazing and interesting.” Bloom laughed. “My husband had the same reaction. He didn’t believe it, but still found it a blessing. But I did a blow to him as well, I saved him while also hurting him. He used a lot of power to do what he was going to do, and maybe he was the one who saved me. No one knows. But he needs time to heal. He comes in and out of sleep, always wanting to see his daughter and wife for a few days before needing more rest. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

Bloom looked truly happy as she talked to him, explaining her husband and her daughter and her life. The little girls name was Lily and her husbands name was Solas. It was him. He honestly couldn’t believe it was with him, there was still a part inside of him that believed she didn’t mean the actual dread wolf or him, but she knew he was the dread wolf. She couldn’t be talking about anyone else. After awhile, the tour was done and Bloom stopped and smiled at him. “Now, you can go see Commander Cullen and see how you can be put to work,” she gave a little slap on the back and one last smile. She walked away and he stood there for a second, afraid to move. A few seconds later he heard Bloom call out to him. “Hey, sir!” He turned and looked at her and saw her smiling.

“Wake up.”

*He would wake up with a jolt as he sat up, struggling to catch his breath. Did he just really see what he thought he saw? He saw her living a life with him. It was his hopes. The future he wanted even if he wanted another. Even if he was going to destroy that future...that Hope was still there. He laughed at the “wake up” part. Of course she would do that, referencing to their first kiss. He felt his heart do a big thump at the memory, and continued to hurt as he remembered memories of her and him together. He didn’t see that ‘dream’ as nothing more than a dream and a hope. And deep down, he hopes it’s true.

No one:

Me: What if some kind of spirits in the fade (maybe spirits/ghosts of his people or just any kind of spirit iDK) could show the future to him. Not just his hopes and dreams he wants, but the actual future. Show him what will happen, even if he doesn’t want to know. He sees it and just believes it’s his dreams because it is his dreams. Nothing more than a hope and dream. Definitely not a future he can ever have. The fade always showed him her dreams, so he never believed this was the future. BUT IT IS!!

Bloom saving the world sacrificing herself and also saving Solas (and my other fic shows the other side of her sacrificing herself...) and dying and somehow coming back to life (I imagined Mythal saving her bht I’m an idiot and don’t know how anything works in this fandom so,,yeah) and having a future with him!! A DAUGHTER!! And he heals eventually (not too long bc Bloom doesn’t live forever like he does. He lives forever right?) and lives with his wife and dAUGHTER AND THE INQUISITION!! Anyways that’s my idea and little AU I guess. I thought of this yesterday bc I saw a post you reblogged about Solas seeing his hope of the inquisitor having a kid together (seeing it in the fade I think) and how the kid has his wolf jaw bone nECKLACEEE!!

I decided for her to not have the necklace bc I was like “hmm. Solas would probably be like ‘yo how you get my necklace??’” And he would figure it out too fast and I was like no. But yh take my kinda sad but also kinda wholesome AU🥺😭.

Sorry if there’s any grammar errors I’m a little tired and don’t wanna read through it 5 more times djwbs.

EDIT: And YES I did make a reference to Meg in Hercules when she sacrificed herself for Hercules and went “People always do crazy things when they’re in love,” AND THAT WAS THE LOVE CONFESSION!! I love that

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #solas x lavellan #solasvallen #my writing #I love Solaasss #I thought aboout the ‘wake up’ part like in the middle of the fic and honestly its my favorite part even if its just 2 words lol.#Hope you kinda like this sad and wholesome thing. I need to share my sad DA AU’s with someone and i like to talk about sadness lol #and Solas would want a little girl so he could have someone else be like Bloom and look like her and UGH. I just love them so much.#And I was gonna add a picrew of what Bloom would look like but its not too different. Just her hair finally being down.#Solas almost nEVER saw her with her hair down. She said it ‘got in the way of everything’. Even if he found it rlly pretty. So to see it #long and down would make him be like ‘😳🥺’#Anyways I love Solas and ik you do too so take some hell :)))). I love it honestly sjabsb

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karimcbride · 4 years

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Three Girls

They sat crossed-legged on the floor in a circle under the twinkling lights in Marisa’s room, in middle rested a mammoth Astrology book and a few crystals. Lacey had to smuggle all of it in a duffle bag because Marisa’s family was southern Baptist. Her mother would have lost her mind if she thought witchcraft was within her walls. Vanessa, on the other hand, brought nothing to the party. She always showed up with only the clothes on her back, hands turned out.

They felt like a haven, but they called themselves a coven. They didn’t dabble in the Occult or Wicca, but to the suburban barbies they might as well have been witches. Their friendship was a weird thing in an ordinary place.

“It says right here, Aquarians and Scorpios are fire together. You are a giver, and he is a taker, but that you like that. You feed each other,” Marisa said, looking up at Lacey.

Lacey sighed deeply and threw herself back onto the shag rug.

“Of course. I don’t ever stop giving, and he doesn’t ever stop taking. That has been our deal since day one.”

“Not to be a bitch, but I don’t know why we are still talking about him,” Vanessa said, picking at her nails and not bothering to make eye contact. Her disdain for the subject of Cullen was palpable. She didn’t even pretend to hide it any more.

“Marisa, read to me about me and that cute boy from photography,” said Vanessa.

“The freshman? What’s his name? Scott? Dude, I don’t know anything about him. How can I read to you about him?”

“Don’t give me shit about his age. Who cares if he’s younger than us? He’s hot and I want to know my odds.”

“I would say your odds are pretty good. Half of the school wants to be with you Vanessa,” Lacey said.

Last week Lacey saw Cullen with Vanessa. His arms rested low on her hips while he spoke to her in a recessed corner of the hallway. They were both far more advanced than Lacey. She didn’t have her first kiss until freshman year, whereas they both had lost their virginities by then. They oozed something that was another language. Something that exuded from their bodies in the way they angled their limbs and in the slight of touch that only those who had climaxed could comprehend.

Vanessa kicked her black boots off, revealing her toes poking their way out of fishnets. Lacey looked down at her own feet in her hand-me-down white Keds and white socks. She hid them by tucking them beneath her crossed legs.

“I’ll read to you about him. Do you know his birthday?” Lacey reached forward and grabbed the book, eager to get her mind off of Cullen.

“He just had a birthday last week on Friday I think? What would that make him?”

“Last Friday was the 26th. He’s a Libra.”

“Oooooh!” All three girls rang out in unison.

“Another Libra. Barf. Whatever, read it to me, he’s still hot,” Vanessa said pulling her curly hair down around her finger and releasing it into a bounce.

“Scorpio and Libra are the perfect match. Emotionally they will connect on a level unlike any other. It is a deeply satisfying connection—“

“I don’t want to date him Lacey. I want to do him. Get to the sex part already.”

Lacey flipped a few pages and picked back up reading.

“Scorpio and Libra’s sexual relationship is both exciting and challenging. When you think of their love making, think of animalistic natures.”

“Okay that is more like it!” Vanessa practically howled, snatching the book from Lacey’s chubby fingers.

“What about you Marisa? Feel like reading anything about you and Brent?”

Vanessa ran her tongue along her teeth, staring at Marisa without blinking.

“I’ve read it before. Nothing new or interesting to read in that book,” Marisa said.

“I guess when you’ve been together for half of your life, you don’t really have anything left to learn about each other, huh?” Vanessa tossed the book at Marisa’s feet and thumbed through her CD collection.

“Can we listen to something else. I’m kinda sick of this total chick pop.”

Vanessa was quick to point out what was too mainstream, what was last year, and what every one else’s main-malfunctions were. To say that she was trying too hard was an understatement, and yet also felt untrue. To try to keep up with Vanessa was pointless. She popped in an obscure CD that they had all purchased one night at an open mic night.

“At least this has some kick to it. I started following these chicks you know. They are pretty cool. I think they are playing again this weekend in Freeport if y’all can get a weekend away?”

“I don’t think so,” Marisa said, tucking her hair behind her ear. “I mean, I would love to go for sure but there is no way my parents would let me go.” As soon as she said it, she regretted it as she saw the words hit Vanessa’s face in a wince. Lacey felt the tension and spoke up, “Well I can probably go. I just need to not eat lunch all week and tell my Mom I’m staying with you.”

“I can always count on you Lace!” Vanessa popped her in the thigh and kissed her cheek. “I’m hoping we can take notes while we are there. How sweet would it be to form our own band?” She air strummed the guitar in wild motions.

Just then a knock at the door came followed by a soft and gentle voice. “Girls. It’s getting late. I think it’s about time to turn the music down.” Marisa’s mom popped open the door, sticking in her head just enough to see the top of her doily laced gown. “Yes ma’am.” Marisa retorted as she jumped up to turn off the stereo in hopes her mother wouldn’t see the books on the ground. “Thank you sweetheart. We’ll have breakfast ready first thing in the morning. Daddy is making his signature pecan pancakes for you girls! Sleep tight.” She pulled the door shut and all three girls let out a sigh. Marisa’s mom wasn’t one of those Christians who believed that everything had to be by the book, but she was not someone who approved of most things their generation cared about. “I guess we ought to go to bed. I am pretty tired anyway,” Lacey said. She yawned and stretched out onto one of the two daybeds in Marisa’s massive renaissance themed bedroom.

Nights in early October were often the best nights in Houston. It was the beginning of the turn of the weather, when the mosquitos started to die and the breeze started to make its way back to the trees. Nostalgia was born on these nights, before football games and between jacked up trucks in parkings lots. And for these three girls most especially when the windows were open and they were staring at the moon and talking.

Vanessa found she wasn’t as tired as the other two girls laid down to sleep. She excused herself to the “rooftop terrace” as they lovingly referred to the tiny bit of shingles outside of Marisa’s window. This was where she often snuck cigarettes and wrote in her journal. She could hear Lacey and Marisa’s low murmur through the window. She shivered, pulling a lighter from her jeans and lighting the last cigarette she had that she stole from a half empty carton on the patio before sneaking out of the apartment. It was the fourth place she had lived in the last ten years. She couldn’t remember the last time they had a yard, much less her own room. She thought about her mom a lot in her moments alone. She felt like such an asshole sometimes, an ungrateful shithead kid. Before she left to come over to Marisa’s tonight, she had a huge fight with her Mom. Vanessa played it over in her head and how she had told her mom she was going to die alone and that she might as well move out now because she didn’t feel like she lived there at all. Her Mom was a pediatric nurse at a hospice center in the medical center in downtown Houston. She worked crazy hours and was often flustered when she was not working. Vanessa knew it wasn’t her Mom she was pissed at, but she wasn’t really sure what it was she was actually pissed at.

Vanessa grabbed her phone and flipped it open. She stared down at Cullen’s number, contemplating calling him. Before she knew it, it was ringing. “Well Hello.” His voice was raspy and deep. It made her smile instantly as a warmth spread to her toes.

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mrsalenko · 5 years

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big fucking boring dai headcanon time about cullen mostly fever dream-eqsue train of thought

just fyi my poetic irony for cullen and myf is everything going well, getting married, newlyweds, leaving inquisition post trespasser

(myf is not the inquisitor in my headcanon, the chosen special one narrative is just not that fun to me, just a simple mage from ostwick who fell in with the mages at redcliffe and joined up as a healer/enchanter, they organically grew together with a bit of angst and honestly a bit of ickyness whether it was right or not and if the power dynamics of the past made it impossible and so forth. and it was kinda messy but mostly sweet. she wasn’t sure of him at all, and neither was he but at the end of the day, they were drawn to each other. and believe me the keen awareness of him being a jailer, of what happened in the circles, was always there and nothing was easy.)

but anyway, yes newlyweds who are granted a small set of land by the crown/inquisiton for their service and because she is technically from a noble family and highborn, never mind the mage thing. (i don’t think cullen is highborn is he? his family don’t have any titles or land?) he’s practically a peasant who can read because the templars gave him an education. she is very well educated however, being a noble’s daughter and if nothing else the mages in circles do not lack for education.

so they have this lovely little farm. there’s a few farm dogs, a few sheep. nothing to make a living from but it’s warm, cozy, safe, and very happy. the roof leaks. he keeps swearing he learn carpentry to fix it. they live with him doing odd jobs around the neighboring farms in the hinterlands, herding sheep, hunting sometimes, teaching some of the lads how to swing a sword. she makes a living brewing potions, healing potions mostly, some tonics for the pox, and acting as a midwife for most of the area. they’re paid handsomely in baked bread, fresh fruits, and one time a stallion from a very grateful man who’s wife she saved.

(technically she just stops the bleeding and heals damage or sickness during the birth, has no actual idea how to birth babies, but the women attending kindly just pretend she has no magic and is actually just a really talented midwife who’s women never die in childbed from infection, and when babies are born not breathing, she can coax them to. without magic. of course. how dare anyone imply sweet Myf who lives down the dirt road with her upstanding husband of being a witch. they won’t hear of it, and never you mind bringing it up again.)

but vivienne is made divine (which i actually do like, she’s not a villain i like her points except i don’t think circles are a great idea). and because of the changing political climate, the divine mandates that circles are enforced and the mages should return for their safety. (there is rising violence against free mages despite how myf is shielded by the community and her husband, but... others aren’t so lucky. no one knows what to do.)

the templars show up at their farm and drag her away. someone must have told. maybe there were rumors about that area’s people being suspiciously healthy, how the garden grows perfectly, how an ex templar lives there with a woman who doesn’t leave the valley much.

myf tries to fight them the whole way, but they do their templar thing and resist the magic, silence her magic.

cullen hears the struggle from the fields when the dogs start barking. he can only manage to grab his sword but the dogs attack the templars too, because the dogs are ridiculously well trained, huge and usually hunt wolves. cullen only manages to sound one and there’s a lot of them. the dogs tear out one templar’s calf muscle until they put an arrow in them. and they beat cullen half to death. he can’t cancel the anti magic field anymore. he can’t release her magic. he isn’t as strong as he used to be, or as fast, or as resistant to pain. and it’s in that moment he wishes he never gave up lyrium, because with it, he could save her.

they leave him on the floor, and they drag her out, crying and screaming. people watch from the windows of the farms around the valley as the templars ride away, but they don’t do anything. they mutter how it isn’t right, she wasn’t doing any harm, but they don’t do anything. they eventually go to cullen’s farm, and pick him up. they use myf’s potions. they take the arrows from the dogs. one dies, the other survives, and curls up in bed with cullen whimpering as they both recover.

and cullen thinks that he did this. he has done the exact same thing. in kirkwall, he dragged wives away, he dragged children away. he told hawke ‘mages aren’t people like you and me.’ he did this. he put people in circles. he pretended that the circles were purely ideologically and ran the way they were supposed to. that there weren’t rapes. like there weren’t deaths covered up. that demon possessions happened to desperate people who made deals, deals to escape, deals to live. he supported the organization that dragged his wife who never hurt anyone away. that he would have been one of those templars a few years ago.

when he can move again, he rides off on his stallion, with his surviving dog. the men from the farm stop him on the road and gruffly hand him some coin and some salted meats for the road. they don’t mention the templars, or witches. they give him nods and pitying looks but nothing more.

he contacts varric, who’s livid. he always liked that sweet girl and always thought she was far too good for cullen. varric contacts hawke for him. hawke meets him in a seedy in, 2 days ride from redcliffe.

cullen says he’s looking for a mage. what circle did they send her to? hawke doesn’t reply, simply gives him a hard look.

“heard you got married,” she would say, picking at her nails with one of her daggers. “i thought ‘that poor woman.’”

“yes, well,” cullen says tersely. “whatever our past, you must help me. she doesn’t deserve this.”

hawke laughs. “must help you?” she looks up to a hooded man by the table. “anders, did you hear that? what was it he said? ‘mages aren’t people like you or i? wasn’t it?”

anders sits down at the table next to hawke. he looks older. much older. his beard and the hair near his ears has gone more grey than blond.

cullen puts one hand on his sword. “i should kill you here and now.”

hawke slams a dagger into the table, an inch from his hand. “you’d be dead before you lifted the blade. you’re slow now. i’m not, i promise you.”

cullen deflates. “i just want my wife back. that is all. will you help me or not?”

hawke glances at anders. “and many years ago, we wanted to be free to love each other. you tried to take that away from us. now you know the price.”

anders hard eyes soften. “whatever his crimes, she is innocent. you know this, my love,” he says to hawke.

hawke concedes and throws up her hands. “fine. we’ll help.”

“thank you.”

“we don’t want your gratitude. we’re doing this for her.”

anders eyes flash blue and for a moment cullen is truly afraid of the mage. he wishes for lyrium but he thinks even that wouldn’t save him from what anders became.

“YOU ATONE FOR YOUR SINS OR FACE JUDGEMENT,” says anders in a million voices and one. “but not today,” he says in his normal voice. “and i think you will always pay, in some way.”

they set out on the road, following the main road to the circle on the lake that anders knows best. “it’s closest,” he shrugs. “best chance they dumped her there first.”

cullen thinks he looks like a dead man walking. over the years hawke grew more beautiful, her skin a dusky brown, shining in the sun, her dark almost auburn hair had been allowed to grow long, and she was sharper with her bow and daggers than ever before. anders had seemed to shrink in on himself, he was always a tall man but now he was stooped, as if he carried something too heavy always, his eyes had faded, and so had his strawberry blond hair. his robes hung on a thin body.

cullen thought only hawke amongst them seemed alive. he wondered about myf. did they hurt her? did they beat her? what would he do when he got there? take on the whole circle?

he felt so angry at vivienne his hands shook constantly. he’d written for an audience with her but had received no reply yet.

but mostly he lay in his sleeping bag at night and looked at the stars and felt so lonely and empty that life without her was surely meaningless. he wanted their home with the leaky roof. he wanted good honest work in the sun. he wanted his wife with her long white hair spilling down her back, he soft full lips, her eyes flecked green with gold, and her sweet laugh. he wanted to watch her pet the dogs and tend the garden, and fall asleep reading in bed.

but a part of his told him this was what the maker decided to punish him with. to give him true happiness and take it away for his sins.

the next day he takes lyrium again. he needed to be strong again.

#i want this to exist #why wont dragon age stop giving me chosen ones

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Hey Jake, thought you said you wanted me at dusk. How come you didn’t have Liam wake me up before he crashed?

’Cause I didn’t need you. I’m still good.

He was already picking up the north half of the circle. Anything?

Nope. Nothing but nothing.

You did some scouting?

He’d caught the edge of one of my side trips. He headed up the new trail.

Yeah—I ran a few spokes. You know, just checking. If the Cullens are going to make a hunting trip...

Good call.

Seth looped back toward the main perimeter.

It was easier to run with Seth than it was to do the same with Liam. Though Liam was trying—trying hard—there was always an edge to his thoughts. He didn’t want to be here. He didn’t want to feel the softening toward the vampires that was going on in my head. He didn’t want to deal with Seth’s cozy friendship with them, a friendship that was only getting stronger.

Funny, though, I’d’ve thought his biggest issue would just be me. We’d always gotten on each other’s nerves when we were in Sam’s pack. But there was no antagonism toward me now at all, just the Cullens and Beau. I wondered why. Maybe it was simply gratitude that I wasn’t forcing him to leave. Maybe it was because I understood his hostility better now. Whichever, running with Liam wasn’t nearly as bad as I’d expected.

Of course, he had made a pretty big fuss when I brought the food and clothes Esme had sent for him. At first he threatened to chuck them in the river. I’d decided to ignore his threats and sit down and eat my share—it did smell nearly irresistible away from the vampire burn. After a while he calmed down and begrudgingly ate some of the food. Then he took to sulking.

Maybe we should run a sweep east? Seth suggested. Go deep, see if they’re out there waiting.

I was thinking about that, I agreed. But let’s do it when we’re all awake. I don’t want to let down our guard. We should do it before the Cullens give it a try, though. Soon.

Right.

That got me thinking.

If the Cullens were able to get out of the immediate area safely, they really ought to keep on going. They probably should have taken off the second we’d come to warn them. They had to be able to afford other digs. And they had friends up north, right? Take Beau and run. It seemed like an obvious answer to their problems.

I probably ought to suggest that, but I was afraid they would listen to me. And I didn’t want to have Beau disappear—to never know whether he’d made it or not.

No, that was stupid. I would tell them to go. It made no sense for them to stay, and it would be better—not less painful, but healthier—for me if Beau left.

Easy to say now, when Beau wasn’t right there, looking all sad at me and also clinging to life by his fingernails at the same time...

Oh, I already asked Edward about that, Seth thought.

What?

I asked him why they hadn’t taken off yet. Gone up to Taras’ place or something. Somewhere too far for Sam to come after them.

I had to remind myself that I’d just decided to give the Cullens that exact advice. That it was best. So I shouldn’t be mad at Seth for taking the chore out of my hands. Not mad at all.

So what did he say? Are they waiting for a window?

No. They’re not leaving.

And that shouldn’t sound like good news.

Why not? That’s just stupid.

Not really, Seth said, defensive now. Edward doesn’t want to take any risks moving Beau.

He’s better than he was.

Seriously,Seth agreed. In his head, he was comparing my memories of Beau hooked up to the tubes with the last time he’d seen him as he’d left the house. Beau had smiled at him and waved. But he can’t move around much, you know. And his body is still pretty weak. Just one little tumble off the couch and he broke a freaking rib!

I swallowed back the pain. I know, I was there.

Oh,his thoughts grew somber, no, it happened earlier after you left. So I guess he’s broken two now.

My stride faltered, and I staggered a step before I regained my rhythm.

Carlisle taped him up again. Just another crack, he said. Then Royal said something about how humans fall and crack ribs all the time. Edward looked like he was gonna rip his head off.

Too bad he didn’t.

Seth was in full report mode now—knowing it was all vitally interesting to me, though I’d never’ve asked to hear it. Beau’s been running a fever off and on today. Just low grade—sweats and then chills. Carlisle’s not sure what to make of it—the disease keeps… mutating, I guess.

Yeah, Carlisle mentioned that before.

Beau’s in a decent mood, though. I mean, sometimes he seemed really sad. Like he was thinking about something.

Oh, so now he’s thinking? Given the entire situation, I found that unlikely.

It’s weird, sometimes he just looks so sad, but then he’ll snap out of it and be totally fine. Like when was chatting with Charlie, laughing and all—

Charlie! What?! What do you mean, he was talking to Charlie?!

Now Seth’s pace stuttered; my fury surprised him. Guess he calls every day to talk to him. Sometimes Beau’s mom calls, too. Beau sounds so much better now, so he was reassuring them that he was on the mend—

On the mend? What the hell are they thinking?! Get Charlie’s hopes up just so that he can be destroyed even worse if he dies? I thought they were getting him ready for that! Trying to prepare him! Why would Beau set him up like this?

He might not die, Seth thought quietly.

I took deep breath, trying to calm myself. Seth. You know how badly I want to believe he’s going to pull through this. But chances are he won’t. The second he’s strong enough they’re going to have to… to… I couldn’t think the words. Anyway, he knows that, and so do the rest of them. If he doesn’t die, he’s going to have to do a pretty convincing impersonation of a corpse, kid. Either that, or disappear. I thought they were trying to make this easier on Charlie. Why... ?

Think it’s Beau’s idea. No one said anything, but Edward’s face kinda went right along with what you’re thinking now.

On the same wavelength with the bloodsucker yet again.

We ran in silence for a few minutes. I started off along a new line, probing south.

Don’t get too far.

Why?

Beau asked me to ask you to stop by.

My teeth locked together.

Alice wants you, too. She says she’s tired of hanging out in the attic like the vampire bat in the belfry. Seth snorted a laugh. I was switching off with Edward before. Trying to keep Beau’s temperature stable. Cold to hot, as needed. I guess, if you don’t want to do it, I could go back—

No. I got it, I snapped.

Okay. Seth didn’t make any more comments. He concentrated very hard on the empty forest.

I kept my southern course, searching for anything new. I turned around when I got close to the first signs of habitation. Not near the town yet, but I didn’t want to get any wolf rumors going again. We’d been nice and invisible for a long while now.

I passed right through the perimeter on my way back, heading for the house. As much as I knew it was a stupid thing to do, I couldn’t stop myself. I must be some kind of masochist.

There’s nothing wrong with you, Jake. This isn’t the most normal situation.

Shut up, please, Seth.

Shutting.

I didn’t hesitate at the door this time; I just walked through like I owned the place. I figured that would piss Royal off, but it was a wasted effort. Neither Royal or Beau were anywhere in sight. I looked around wildly, hoping I’d missed them somewhere, my heart squeezing against my ribs in a weird, uncomfortable way.

“He’s all right,” Edward whispered. “Or, the same, I should say.”

Edward was on the couch with his face in his hands; he hadn’t looked up to speak. Esme was next to him, her arm wrapped tight around his shoulders.

“Hello, Jacob,” she said. “I’m so glad you came back.”

“Me, too,” Alice said with a deep sigh. She came prancing down the stairs, making a face. Like I was late for an appointment.

“Uh, hey,” I said. It felt weird to try to be polite. “Where’s Beau?”

“Bathroom,” Alice told me. “Mostly fluid diet, you know.”

“Ah.”

I stood there awkwardly, rocking back and forth on my heels.

“Oh, wonderful,” Royal grumbled. I whipped my head around and saw him coming from a hall half-hidden behind the stairway. He had Beau cradled gently in his arms, a harsh sneer on his face for me. “I knew I smelled something nasty.”

And, just like before, Beau’s face had that same sad smile. It was full of something I couldn’t place, something that made me ache and scared me all at once.

It was so unfair.

“Jacob,” he said. “You came.”

“Hi, babe.”

Esme and Edward both got up. I watched how carefully Royal laid Beau out on the couch. I watched how, despite that, Beau turned white and held his breath—like he was set on not making any noise no matter how much it hurt.

Edward brushed his hand across Beau’s forehead and then along his neck. He tried to make it look as if he was just sweeping his hair back, but it looked like a doctor’s examination to me.

“Are you cold?” he murmured.

“I’m fine.”

“Beau, you know what Carlisle told you,” Royal said. “Don’t downplay anything. It doesn’t help us take care of you.”

“Okay, I’m a little cold. Edward, can you hand me that blanket?”

I rolled my eyes. “Isn’t that sort of the point of me being here?”

“You just walked in,” Beau said. “After running all day, I’d bet. Put your feet up for a minute. I’ll probably warm up again in no time.”

I ignored him, going to sit on the floor next the sofa while he was still telling me what to do. At that point, though, I wasn’t sure how.... he looked pretty brittle, and I was afraid to move him, even to put my arms around him. So I just leaned carefully against his side, letting my arm rest along the length of his, and held his hand. Then I put my other hand against his face. It was hard to tell if he felt colder than usual.

“Thanks, Jake,” he said, and I felt him shiver once.

“Yeah,” I said.

Edward sat on the arm of the sofa by Beau’s feet, his eyes always on his face.

It was too much to hope, with all the super-hearing in the room, that no one would notice my stomach rumbling.

“Royal, why don’t you get Jacob something from the kitchen?” Alice said. She was invisible now, sitting quietly behind the back of the sofa.

Royal stared at the place Alice’s voice had come from in disbelief.

“Thanks, anyway, Alice, but I don’t think I’d want to eat something Blondie’s spit in. I’d bet my system wouldn’t take too kindly to venom.”

“Royal would never embarrass Esme by displaying such a lack of hospitality.”

“Of coursenot,” Blondie said in an overly kind voice that I immediately distrusted.

He got up and breezed out of the room.

Edward sighed.

“You’d tell me if he poisoned it, right?” I asked.

“Yes,” Edward promised.

And for some reason I believed him.

There was a lot of banging in the kitchen, and—weirdly—the sound of metal protesting as it was abused. Edward sighed again, but smiled just a little, too. Then Royal was back before I could think much more about it. With a pleased smirk, he set a silver bowl on the floor next to me.

“Enjoy, mongrel.”

It had once probably been a big mixing bowl, but he’d bent the bowl back in on itself until it was shaped almost exactly like a dog dish. I had to be impressed with his quick craftsmanship. And his attention to detail. He’d scratched the word Fidointo the side. Excellent handwriting.

Because the food looked pretty good—steak, no less, and a big baked potato with all the fixings—I told him, “Thanks, Blondie.”

He snorted.

“Hey, do you know what you call a blonde with a brain?” I asked, and then continued on the same breath, “a golden retriever.”

“I’ve heard that one, too,” he said, no longer smiling.

“I’ll keep trying,” I promised, and then I dug in.

He made a disgusted face and rolled his eyes. Then he sat in one of the armchairs and started flicking through channels on the big TV so fast that there was no way he could really be surfing for something to watch.

The food was good, even with the vampire stink in the air. I was getting really used to that. Huh. Not something I’d been wanting to do, exactly...

When I was finished—though I was considering licking the bowl, just to give Royal something to complain about—I felt Beau’s cold fingers pulling softly through my hair. He patted it down against the back of my neck.

“Time for a haircut, huh?”

“You’re getting a little shaggy,” he said.

“Yeah, look who’s talking.” I snorted, reaching back and gently ruffling the long mop of curls on Beau’s head.

He laughed and gently pushed my hand away, “Maybe—”

“Let me guess, someone around here used to cut hair in a salon in Paris?”

He chuckled. “Probably.”

“No thanks,” I said before he could really offer. “I’m good for a few more weeks.”

Which made me wonder how long he was good for. I tried not to think too much about it. But Beau continued, distracting me.

“Actually, I’m feeling much better. I could probably trim up the edges for you if you’d like.” He offered.

“I guess I wouldn’t mind that so much.” I shrugged.

He continued running his hands through my hair.

“How’s the heart?” I finally asked after a few quiet minutes.

“Hard to say,” he replied softly. “Carlisle says I’m doing better. But obviously we don’t want to rush into anything. That would be risky.” He paused. “We want to wait a few more days before we make any big decisions, I guess. At least three or four days.”

I couldn’t make complete sense of it in my head. Beau’s life was speeding by in fast-forward. Now a number on the days he had left. Four. Four measly days. It took me a minute to figure out how to swallow.

“You okay?” he asked.

I nodded, not really sure how my voice would come out.

Edward’s face was turned away from us as he listened to my thoughts, but I could see his reflection in the glass wall. He was the burning man again.

Funny how having a deadline made it harder to think about leaving, or having Beau leave. I was glad Seth’d brought that up, so I knew they were staying here. It would be intolerable, wondering if they were about to go, to take away one or two or three of those four days. My four days.

Also funny how, even knowing that it was almost over, the hold Beau had on me only got harder to break. It was like every hour of his life that faded away pulled me in deeper.

For a minute I tried to look at him from a distance, to separate myself from the pull. I knew it wasn’t my imagination that my need for him was stronger than ever. Why was that? Because he was dying? Or knowing that even if he didn’t, still—best case scenario—he’d be changing into something else that I wouldn’t know or understand?

He ran his finger across my cheekbone, and my skin was wet where he touched it.

“It’s going to be okay,” He soothed, sadness in his voice.

“Right,” I muttered.

He curled against my arm, resting his head on my shoulder. “I didn’t think you would come. Seth said you would, and so did Edward, but I didn’t believe them.”

“Why not?” I asked gruffly.

“You’re not happy here. But you came anyway.”

“You wanted me here.”

“I know. But you didn’t have to come, because it’s not fair for me to want you here. I would have understood.”

It was quiet for a minute. Edward’d put his face back together. He looked at the TV as Royal went on flipping through the channels. He was into the six hundreds. I wondered how long it would take to get back to the beginning.

“Thank you for coming,” Beau whispered.

“Can I ask you something?” I asked.

“Of course.”

Edward didn’t look like he was paying attention to us at all, but he knew what I was about to ask, so he didn’t fool me.

“Why doyou want me here? Seth could keep you warm, and he’s probably easier to be around, happy little punk. But when I walk in the door, you smile at me and you act like I’m your favorite person in the world.”

“You’re one of them.”

“That sucks, you know.”

“Yeah.” He sighed. “Sorry.”

“Why, though? You didn’t answer that.”

Edward was looking away again, like he was staring out the windows. His face was blank in the reflection.

“You’re my best friend, Jacob.” He said simply. “I’ve never been able to get things right between us. I thought I might never get the chance. Things still might not end up right, but at least I have a chance to fix it.”

“What are you trying to fix, Beau?”

“I just want you to be happy, Jake.”

I could have been. If everything had actually gone my way. I could have been incredibly happy with Beau. But that was a far gone possibility now.

“I didn’t want to change without making sure everything was right.” He said quietly.

“What do you mean?”

“I wanted to make sure I had everything set up first,” he explained. “A reason why I wouldn’t be able to see everybody so I didn’t have to just disappear. And I wanted to fix everything between us, before I had to say goodbye.”

I didn’t know what to say to him. Things were starting to make more sense to me now. Beau wasn’t being stupid. He didn’t have a death wish. He had wanted to stay human long enough to make him changing easier on everyone else.

I glanced back over to Edward, his expression had hollowed out a bit again. There was something like guilt in the back of his burning eyes.

I looked back down at Beau’s face then, so close to mine. His eyes were shut and he was frowning. “We got off track, Jake. Out of balance. You’re supposed to be part of my life —I can feel that, and so can you.” He paused for a second without opening his eyes— like he was waiting for me to deny it. When I didn’t say anything, he went on. “But not like this. We did something wrong. No. I did. I did something wrong, and we got off track...” I could hear him sniffle a little. “I didn’t realize before, how selfish I could be. This put everything into perspective.”

His voice trailed off, and the frown on his face relaxed until it was just a little pucker at the corner of his lips. I waited for him to pour some more lemon juice into my paper cuts, but then a soft snore came from the back of his throat.

“He’s exhausted,” Edward murmured. “It’s been a long day. A hard day. I think he would have gone to sleep earlier, but he was waiting for you.”

I didn’t look at him.

“Seth said he fell again. Broke another rib.”

“Yes. He’s been having a harder time breathing.”

“Great.”

“Let me know when he gets hot again.”

“Yeah.”

Beau still had goose bumps on the arm that wasn’t touching mine. I’d barely raised my head to look for a blanket when Edward snagged one draped over the arm of the sofa and flung it out so that it settled over Beau’s body.

Occasionally, the mind-reading thing saved time. For example, maybe I wouldn’t have to make a big production out of the accusation about what was going on with Charlie. That mess. Edward would just hear exactly how furious—

“Yes,” he agreed. “It’s not a good idea.”

“Then why?” Why was Beau telling his father he was on the mend when it would only make him more miserable?

“He can’t bear Charlie’s anxiety.”

“So it’s better—”

“No. It’snot better. But I’m not going to force him to do anything that makes him unhappy now. Whatever happens, this makes him feel better. I’ll deal with the rest afterward.”

That didn’t sound right. Beau wouldn’t just shuffle Charlie’s pain off to some later date, for someone else to face. Even dying. That wasn’t him. If I knew Beau, he had to have some other plan.

“He’s very sure he’s going to live,” Edward said.

“But not human,” I protested.

“Perhaps, not human. But he hopes to see Charlie again, no matter what.”

Oh, this just got better and better.

“See. Charlie.” I finally looked at him, my eyes bugging. “Afterwards. See Charlie when he’s all sparkly white with the bright red eyes. I’m not a bloodsucker, so maybe I’m missing something, but Charlie seems like kind of a strange choice for Beau’s first meal.”

Edward sighed. “He knows he won’t be able to be near Charlie for at least a year. Beau thinks he can stall. Tell Charlie he has to go to a special hospital on the other side of the world. Keep in contact through phone calls….”

“That’s insane.”

“Yes.”

“Charlie’s not stupid. Even if Beau doesn’t kill him, Charlie’s going to notice a difference.”

“He’s expecting that.”

I continued to stare, waiting for him to explain.

“He wouldn’t be aging, of course, so that would set a time limit, even if Charlie accepted whatever excuse he comes up with for the changes.” He smiled faintly. “Do you remember when you tried to tell Beau about your transformation? How you made him guess?”

My free hand flexed into a fist. “He told you about that?”

“Yes. He was explaining his... idea. He’s been coming up with plans for changing. You see, He’s not allowed to tell Charlie the truth —it would be very dangerous for him. But Charlie’s a smart, practical man. Beau thinks he’ll come up with his own explanation. He assumes he’ll get it wrong.” Edward snorted. “After all, we hardly adhere to vampire canon. Charlie will make some wrong assumption about us, like Beau did in the beginning, and we’ll go along with it. He thinks he’ll be able to see him... from time to time.”

“Insane,” I repeated.

“Yes,” he agreed again.

It was weak of him to let Beau get his way on this, just to keep him happy now. It wouldn’t turn out well.

Which made me think that he probably wasn’t expecting him to live to try out his crazy plan. Placating Beau, so that he could be happy for a little while longer.

Like four more days.

“I’ll deal with whatever comes,” he whispered, and he turned his face down and away so that I couldn’t even read his reflection. “I won’t cause Beau pain now.”

“Four days?” I asked.

He didn’t look up. “Approximately.”

“Then what?”

“Then we see if he’s strong enough to keep fighting, or just strong enough to change him.”

“You don’t seem to think he has much chance of staying human.”

“I don’t.” He said, his voice was pained. “But we’ve been trying to research.”

“Research?” I asked.

“That’s why you haven’t seen Jasper or Emmett around. That’s what Carlisle is doing now. Trying to find clues as to what this disease is, in the hopes that we can find another case of it to better understand it. We haven’t had much luck.”

Of course not. None of us had luck anymore. Just pain.

“We had some small hope,” Edward began. “There was a woman we encountered in South America—where he contracted the disease. She had seen it before.”

“And?”

Agony ripped across his face, and, as I flinched away from his pain, I knew he wasn’t going to give me an answer. I doubted he could talk.

It was Royal—who’d been so still and quiet since Beau’d fallen asleep that I’d nearly forgotten him—who answered.

He made a scornful noise in the back of his throat. “Of course there were no survivors,” he said. No survivors, so blunt and uncaring. “Without the proper medical supplies or training to keep them alive, how could they survive? Beau has a better chance than any of them ever did. He has us on his side, fighting for his humanity. We’re doing all we can to keep him human. Of course, we have plans in place if he takes a turn—and if he choosesthat route. But all this worrying isn’t good for him. He wants to let things take their course and we should respect his wishes.” He sniffed.

Blondie was so concerned about keeping Beau human he didn’t seem to really care about the deeper repercussions of Beau dying.

Edward’s face went white as snow. His hands curved into claws. Totally egotistical and indifferent, Royal twisted in his chair so that his back was to him. Edward leaned forward, shifting into a crouch.

Allow me, I suggested.

Edward paused, raising one eyebrow.

Silently, I lifted my doggy bowl off the floor. Then, with a quick, powerful flip of my wrist, I threw it into the back of Blondie’s head so hard that—with an earsplitting bang —it smashed flat before it ricocheted across the room and snapped the round top piece off the thick newel post at the foot of the stairs.

Beau twitched but didn’t wake up.

“Dumb blonde,” I muttered.

Royal turned his head slowly, and his eyes were blazing.

“You. Got. Food. In. My. Hair.”

That did it.

I busted up. I pulled away from Beau so that I wouldn’t shake him, and laughed so hard that tears ran down my face. From behind the couch, I heard Alice’s tinkling laugh join in.

I wondered why Royal didn’t spring. I sort of expected it. But then I realized that my laughing had woken Beau up, though he’d slept right through the real noise.

“What’s so funny?” he mumbled.

“I got food in his hair,” I told him, chortling again.

“I’m not going to forget this, dog,” Royal hissed.

“S’not so hard to erase a blond’s memory,” I countered. “Just blow in his ear.”

“Get some new jokes,” he snapped.

“Alright, you two, calm do—” Beau broke off mid-sentence and sucked in a sharp breath. In the same second, Edward was leaning over the top of me, ripping the blanket out of the way. Beau seemed to convulse, his back arching off the sofa.

“Ah!” He gasped.

His lips were white, and he had his teeth locked together like he was trying to hold back a scream.

Edward put both hands on either side of Beau’s face.

“Carlisle?”

“Right here,” the doctor said. I hadn’t heard him come in.

“It’s fine,” Beau said, still breathing hard and shallow. “Think it’s over. My chest. I don’t know. It hurt.”

Edward and Carlisle exchanged wary glances. It was Beau’s heart.

“I’ll be… fine…” Beau’s voice began to trail off. He relaxed back into the couch. Before long he was lightly snoring again.

“His cardiovascular system isn’t improving.” Carlisle said after a long second. “It’s getting weaker.”

“Carlisle…” Edward’s face was dark, the burning man reappearing.

“Yes, most likely a mild heart attack.” The doc’s voice was serious.

“The blood isn’t helping.” I wasn’t asking, I was stating a fact. I had hoped that maybe my blood could fix Beau, maybe it would save him. After all, it had helped before, hadn’t it? Why wasn’t it helping now?

I noticed Edward watching me out of the corner of his eye. Probably wondering the same thing I was.

“It does help, Jacob.” Carlisle assured me. “The transfusions give Beau some extra strength.” He paused, “The problem is that, while your blood types are compatible, on a chromosomal level you and Beau are different.”

“Chromosomes again.” I muttered.

“Yes,” Carlisle sighed. “I had hoped that perhaps your innate healing abilities might transfer to Beau via the transfusions of your blood.” He shook his head, “I had no logical scientific basis to support that hope…”

“Just hope.” I muttered. My eyes trailed over Beau’s frail body. He looked like he was plenty warm now, in fact, a sheen of sweat was forming on his forehead. “He looks warm enough. I’m gonna step outside. Get some air.”

I pushed myself up from the ground and crossed the room to the nearby backdoor before anyone had a chance to say anything else that would make me feel even more depressed than I already did.

The clean air was a welcome relief to my lungs. Even though I was spending a lot of time in the Cullen’s place, I still wasn’t quite used to their scent. Still burned my nose.

I was staring up at the cloudy sky, unable to think properly when I caught the scent of one of the leaches approaching. Can’t I have five damn minutes to myself?

“Sorry to bother you,” Alice’s bird-like voice chirped.

“S’fine,” I lied.

She slowly walked just past me and stood with her hands clasped behind her back, looking up at the sky like me.

“I wish I knew what to say here,” she sighed. “Usually I’m pretty good at knowing what to say to make someone feel better,” she laughed, humorlessly, “I guess I didn’t realize how much my visions helped me accomplish that.”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it.” I muttered. “Guess I wouldn’t mind those visions right now. Some answers would be nice.”

“Tell me about it,” she sighed. “It’s all completely dark now. You and your pack are too wrapped up in this. I don’t have a hope of seeing anything anymore.”

“Hope,” I snorted, “What’s that?”

Alice sighed, she turned to face me. Her black eyes looked as dull and lifeless as I felt. “Hope is all Beau has now. He keeps hoping that it will all work out.”

“He’s making me crazy with the way he keeps going on like that.”

Alice watched me for a second, her eyes curious.

“What?” I finally snapped.

“You really love Beau, don’t you?”

“Why would you ask that?” I glowered.

“I can’t see your future and I can’t read your mind like Edward can,” She sighed, “But I can see how much you hurt. I don’t need any powers to see that. And I’m sorry.”

“At least someone cares about how I feel in all this, I guess.” I snorted.

“Beau cares,” she insisted. “He cares a lot.”

“Sure, sure.”

“You’ll be happy again one day, Jacob Black.” She said, sounding pretty damn sure of herself.

I knew Alice was supposed to be kind of out there from what I had seen myself and what Beau had told me about her, but I never expected her to be flat out crazy.

“Sorry, but I don’t know if I trust the predictions of a fortune teller who can’t see the future.”

She half-smiled at me and turned to go back inside.

“Maybe I just have some of Beau’s hope. Maybe I’m just hoping that all of us will have a happy ending.”

I watched her walk back inside. When I was alone again I slumped against the side of the house. Happy ending? Yeah right. None of us were going to have a happy ending now. Well, at least not all of us. There was only one way all this could end. A happy ending only happens for some of the people in the story. Someone has to lose out.

I knew that someone would be me, no matter what.

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INTROS PART 2 LET’S GO LADS

JUNG SUNMI aka TWELVE

she can manipulate and move clocks as well as go back in time, but only twelve hours. while she could go forward in time if she applied herself more, she’s restrained herself, not wanting to see the future before it happens bc she’s kinda superstitious about it

a sweet bab she’s always here to cheer for her classmates or her brother or just anyone tbh

when she first started at saturn she was always visiting her brother’s class so if you’re in the same grade as minnie u probs know her

she isn’t the sTRONGEST hero ever but where others focus on strength she prefers to focus on technique which is how she passed the entrance exams aka using the clocks in the fake buildings as fucking boomerangs

she’s kind and patient but also kinda gullible and naive ?? tell her something and she’ll probably believe it unless you’ve given her a good reason not to trust you

she’s the kind of person to try and talk to a villain after she’s captured them, try and figure out why they are the way they are

CULLEN SHIM

cullen’s parents were in debt when he was born, but they kept holding out against the organisation they owed until around the time cullen’s quirk showed itself. seeing that the son might be useful, the organisation decided that rather than paying the money back, the parents could give them cullen instead

they didn’t quite accept, but with a few... memory alterations, they took the kid anyway and erased his memory of his real home and his parents

he’s allowed to move around freely in the organisation’s base, but he learned the hard way as a kid that if he doesn’t want to dream walk for the others, he’ll be forced to with tranquillisers, so he just does everything sorta... numbly... like he’s surviving but not living

that being said, he hasn’t bothered to change anything about his situation because it’s just reality for him ?? he’s a captive, he can’t move around freely, but it’s all he knows

he can dream walk, but he has to be unconscious to do so. he usually has to try to get into someone’s dreams, but sometimes he just wanders into other people’s, usually because of some pull aka he was thinking about the person or something

give me someone whose dreams he enters and they strike up a friendship and he visits them and tells him that he should do something about all the bad things going on around him, that he can change things

BYUN YUNA aka PSYRA

she was born quirkless but really wanted to become a hero, mainly because she idolised them from a young age

being quirkless in a neighbourhood full of rough kids who were quick to shoot down anyone who thought they could be anything greater than them, and yuna was just an easy target

she hung out with the neighbourhood kids a lot, even though many of them teased her and were mean to her, and she was always the guinea pig in their experiments or when they needed someone to go into a haunted place first the “it’s ok if u die” person

that was how she ended up getting into an accident to the point where the other kids thought she was dead, but she was fine, i still need to think up the exact details bUT

someone from the league of villains found her and took her in, giving her a quirk while the other kids ran home and told everyone that yuna had split from the group and disappeared

her quirk is psionic inundation so she can overload someone’s mind to cause various effects, but she has to see their face first and she can’t do it to too many people at a time for too long

she doesn’t rEALLY want revenge she’s just happy to have a home and be treated well instead of a nuisance, but if she were to run into those people who left her it probs wouldn’t go well

HEO MINWOO

my poor son wanted to be a hero but didn’t pass the entrance exam rip, but i have a headcanon that he has a childhood friend who DID make it in but they lost contact and he’s very sad about it but thinks they’re too busy to do anything so he doesn’t bother them

what he does instead is ?? try and find out what’s going on with villains after he hears that saturn tends to be a target for villains sometimes which is where his powers come in

he has cloaking, which basically means he can become invisible as well as turn others invisible, but ofc he can still be heard, seen, felt, etc. so he has to be careful

he uses this power to spy on villains and anonymously reports things to heroes or the police so he’s not qUITE a vigilante but if he steps over the line then he’s screwed

he studies physics at university but he doesn’t know what he wants to do with it yet

idk how reckless he’ll get with this whole following the villains thing tbh i guess it depends on the childhood friend

that being said someone gimme the childhood friend i have a Need

IM NARI aka MIRA

mira aka mirror u get it bc rEFLECTION MANIPULATION

she can control reflections and sorta turn them into physical objects and the like ?? but ofc this doesn’t work as well when it’s too dark to give a reflection, and it ESPECIALLY doesn’t work when there’s nothing to give a reflection at all

her parents were killed because they were bait and the police and heroes were shady, long story short. they thought they would be saved, not become the evidence that the accused was put away with

this left mira in the foster system, and she hated every last bit of it, aware that if she expressed her real feelings about heroes, she would be treated as a potential threat, and no one would want a potential villain in their house, so she was forced to keep quit until she ran away as a teen

she isn’t part of the league of villains, though she’s probably come across them from time to time and tends to let them do their thing as long as they let her do hers

so far, she’s just committed petty crimes, occasionally sabotaging a hero if she happens to be in the area, biding her time until she can get worthy revenge on the heroes that let her parents die

it IS possible that she can be brought back to the good side, or at least a neutral one, so there’s tHAT at least

she hides her face behind a masquerade-esque mask because she’s paranoid of someone from her past seeing her as a villain

SHAN XIAOLI aka THE WEAPON

yALL KNOW WHO SHE IS YALL KNOW THE STORY

except this time she’s one half of a weapon owned by a crime syndicate aka her father

she can’t speak and uses her sketchbook to communicate, though she does know sign language

since she’s already looked down upon for not being able to speak, xiaoli ensures that she knows what she’s doing elsewhere, proving herself by her combat and her quirk, which she is sure is why her father bothered to keep her around for as long as he has

despite essentially being an assassin, she has a neutral stance towards heroes, more of a “they were born into the life and destiny they were, and i was born into mine”

she avoids bloodshed if she can, but isn’t about to get too upset if she can’t

she has gravity manipulation, though she mainly uses it on herself in combat to make herself lighter, though she’ll use it on others if she has to. she prefers to be an area-based fighter, counting on the environment to incapacitate her opponents

she’s considered leaving the syndicate before, just making a run for it, but she refuses to leave bolin behind, but also didn’t bring it up to him bc she’s an idiot

#kzxlczklxcjzkcl these sUCK #tag later

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