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Just read your Charlie Swan fic💕💕 it was great. Can I request smut with Charlie swan where reader was riding him in public in the police car and a fellow police officer catches them. After that the whole station talks about it and Charlie and reader are being called freaky😭😭 female reader please. Thanks alot 💕💕
hello honey! thank you and I'm so sorry for taking so long! I hope you like it.
summary - you and the chief get freaky in his car.
warning - smut, public sex, cream pie, swearing.
18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips
You tug on Charlie’s hair as you ride him, bouncing up and down. Your moans fill the small space, causing Charlie’s cock to throb and his head to fall back into the headrest. His hands grip your hips, thrusting up into you as his breath hits your neck. “F–fuck, sweetheart. You feel so amazing.” You whine, and your head falls back, exposing your neck. “Keep going, sweetheart. You’re doing so well for me!” Charlie places kisses on your sweet spot, sucking the flesh on your neck into his mouth softly.
“O–oh, Charlie!” Your fingers dig into his shoulders, feeling your walls tense around his thick member, your eyes roll back as pleasant shivers spread through your body. You can feel your orgasm approaching, it’s so close to snapping. “I’m going to cum!”
Just as you are about to finish, there’s a knock at the window. “Hey, Chief! These windows aren’t tinted!” You both turn your head, Charlie covering any part of you that is exposed, holding back a groan as your walls pulsate around him rapidly. “But good job!” The officer chuckles, shaking his head and walking back into the station.
Charlie looks at you. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart.” You smile, wiggling your hips slightly.
“Don’t worry about it, are you going to make me cum, Chief?” You smile sweetly, batting your lashes. A gasp escapes you as he holds you against him and begins to pound into you. Your orgasm builds back up and you cum around Charlie’s cock. “F–fuck…” You tuck your face into his neck, moaning softly as he continues to fuck into you until he finishes inside of you.
Charlie moves your head back, cupping your cheek while stroking your hair back. “You are beautiful, I just want you to know that.” He whispers, leaning forward to place a soft kiss on your lips. “Are you ready to go back in? There’s no doubt that he’s told everybody.” Charlie rolls his eyes, smiling when you giggle.
You nod, fixing your clothes and leaning over to grab your perfume out of your bag to spray yourself with. When you place it back into your bag, you grab your lip balm and swipe it across your lips while staring Charlie in the eyes. He watches with adoration before he opens the door and helps you out, ensuring you don’t hit your head or fall.
Charlie holds your hand as the two of you walk into the station. Everyone’s head turns and cheers begin to fill the room. “Chief! Chief! Chief!” Their fists punch the air as they surround you. “We didn’t know our boss and his girl would be so freaky!” One of them shout, sending a wink your way.
Charlie shakes his head, his cheeks turn pink, and he pulls you closer to him. “Alright, alright. You’ve all had your fun, now get back to work.”
You giggle and bury your face into his chest, feeling your cheeks heat from all the attention. As everyone scatters and gets back to work, you remove yourself from his chest and look up. “I guess we are freaky, Chief. Wanna get freaky in your office?” He smirks and nods, pulling you toward his office and ignoring his employees.
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Who I write for /Rules
Masterlist
I'm new-ish to writing (i used to write fanfiction when i was like 13. i'm 18 now soo..) but I really wanna do it again.
So this is a list of characters/fandoms I write for as well as some rules for asks. Some things may be missing from this list so if you dont see something on this list, feel free to ask. :))
I will add a prompt list to this blog soon but again feel free to request other scenarious. Do add as much detail as you want to a request and please ALWAYS have at least some sort of prompt, as i'm really not good with coming up with storys on my own yet.
I WILL NOT DO SMUT SO DONT REQUEST IT! I might however do spicy stuff (Nothing more than making out tho).
My writing will be for all ages but please still be careful if the fic-warnings include sensitive topics and i might repost some 18+ things so be careful when navigating my blog.
Please be nice and have manners when requesting.
If you have any questions at all if i write for something, or if a topic you want me to write about is okay or not, please reach out through my asks or my inbox.
Also please include what gender/pronouns you want the reader to have (i write for all genders):)))
I write both romantic and platonic for all my characters. Although Teen!readers will always be platonic if the character is an adult.
I also write poly relationships. AUs are also totally on the table (big Fan of celebrity AUs).
Some things I will not write include: Pregnancy, toxic/yandere, student x teacher.
(Also english isnt my first language, and even know in my opinion i speak it really well, if they are any mistakes, thats why.)
Harry Potter
-Fred Weasley
-george Weasley
-lee jordan
-Charly weasley
-Bill weasley
-cedric diggory
-Fleur delacour
-olliver wood
-sirius black
-remus lupin
Marauders
-James potter
-sirius black
-remus lupin
-regulus black
-Evan rosier
-Barty crouch jr
-pandora lestrange
-lilly evans
-marlene mckinnon
Hogwarts Legacy
-Sebastian Sallow
-Ominus Gaunt
-Gareth Weasley
-Poppy Sweetings
-Imelda Reyes
Twilight
-Jasper Hale
-Emmet Cullen
-carlisle cullen
-esme cullen
-rosalie hale
-alice cullen
-sam uley
-Paul lahote
-charlie swan
-Leah clearwater
pjo
-Percy jackson
-Anabeth chase
-luke castellan
-clarrisse larue
-selena beauregard
-charles beckendorf
-ethan nakamura
-nico di anglo (no romantic fem readers)
-rachel elizabeth dare
-will solace (no romantic fem reader)
-travis stoll
-connor stoll
-hazel levesque (no romantic)
-jason grace
-leo valdez
-piper mclean
Magnus chase
-Magnus chase
-samirah al abbas ( no romantic)
-alex fierro
-blitzen
-hearthstone
-malory keen
-tj (thomas jefferson jr)
Kane chronicles (havent read it in a while so might be ooc)
-Carter kane
-sadie kane
-anubis
-walt stone
MCU (Avengers)
-bucky Barnes
-steve rogers
-tony stark
-sam wilson
-natasha romanoff
-yelena belova
-Peter Parker (tom holland and andrew garfield)
-MJ
-Wanda maximof
-Piedro maximof
-Clint barton
-scott lang
-stephen strange
-kate bishop
MCU ( Guardians of the galaxy)
-peter quill
-gamora
Moonknight
-steven grant
-mark spector
-layla el-faouly
Daredevil (Season 1)
-matt murdock
-Foggy nelson
-Karen page
-James wesley
X-men universe
-Deadpool
-Weasly
-francis
-Xavier
-negasonic
-mystic
-Angel
-kurt
Venom
-Eddie Brock
DC
-Harley Quinn
-Jason Todd
-Dick Grayson
Disney Descendants
-Mal
-Evie
-Carlos devil
-Jay
-Benjamin beast
-Chad charming
-Audrey rose
-jane
-lonnie
-Uma
-Harry hook
-Gil
Kingsmen
-Eggsy
Tiny Pretty things (Netflix)
-Bette Whitlaw
-oren lennox
-shane madej (no romantic fem readers)
-June park
Jennifers Body
-Jennifer Check
-Colin gray
Ever after high
-all characters
Redacted Audios (no x reader, just ships)
-literally all characters
#fanfic#writing#reader insert#requests open#twilight x reader#x reader#marvel x reader#pjo x reader#marauders x reader#harry potter x reader#tiny pretty things x reader#kingsmen x reader#descendants x reader#dc x reader#redactedaudios#redacted asmr#xmen x reader#venom x reader#Hogwarts legacy#hogwarts legacy x reader
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I have no idea what to post but can people give me like ideas for fics for?
Master list: :)
IM NOT USING THIS MASTER-LIST ANYMORE! Head over to my second one on my navigation page and request from that one please and thank you my lovelies!
Who/What I'll write for:
Most kinks,
Fluff,
Angst (I’m not a fan of angst but I’ll still write) ,
Aged-Up characters,
Any/All genders
Poly relationship’s (3 -5 Character’s)
Harry Potter/ Marauders / Fantastic Beasts:
Ron Weasley
Hermione Granger
Neville longbottom
Cedric Diggory
Ginny Weasley
Fred Weasley
George Weasley
Blaise Zabini
Pansy Parkinson
Theadore Nott
Luna Lovegood
Cho Chang (maybe depends on request)
Bill Weasley
Fleur Delacour
Tom Riddle
Mattheo Riddle
Nymphadora Tonks
Bellatrix Lestrange (Younger and Older)
Lucius Malfoy (Younger and Older)
Narcissa Malfoy (Younger and Older)
Severus Snape (Younger and Older)
Sirius Black (Younger and Older)
Remus Lupin (Younger an Older)
James Potter
Peter Pettigrew (maybe and young and with the good fancast(s)
Lily Evans
Marlene McKinnon
Mary McDonald
Dorcus Meadowes
Newt Scammander
Thesus Scammander
Jacob Kowalski
Sweathearts;
Queenie Goldstein
Tina Goldstein
!Young! Albus Dumbledore
Gellert Grindelwald (Mads or Johnny)
Stranger Things:
Steve Harrington
Johnathan Byers
Billy Hargrove
Argyle
Eddie Munson
Nancy Wheeler
Chrissy Cunningham
Robin (fem aligned only)
Eleven Hopper (fluff only)
Dustin Henderson (fluff only)
Lucas Sinclair (fluff only)
Max Mayfield (fluff only)
Mike Wheeler (fluff only)
Little!mike x Cg!reader;
Will Byers (fluff only)
Joyce Byers
Jim(James) Hopper
Enzo Antonov
Karen Wheeler
Murray Bauman
Dr. Alexie
Phil Callahan
Marvel/ DC/ Guardians of the Galaxy:
Tony Stark (Ironman)
Steve Rogers (Captain America)
Bruce Banner (Hulk)
Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow)
Thor Odinson
Clint Barton (Hawkeye)
Loki Laufeyson (Odinson)
Wanda Maximoff (Scarlet Witch)
Peitro Maximoff
Bucky(James) Barnes
Pepper Potts
Peter Parker
Dr. Stephen Strange
Carol Danvers (Captain Marvel)
Scott Lang (Ant-Man)
Sam Wilson (Flacon)
Eddie/Venom
Peter Quill
Gamora
Drax
Rocket
Yondu
Arthur Curry (Aquaman)
Orm Marius
Barry Allan (Flash)
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles:
Leonardo
Raphael
Donatello
Michelangelo
April O’Neil
Casey Jones
Longmire:
Walt Longmire
Victoria Moretti
Ferguson
Henry Standingbear
Cady Longmire
Branch Connolly
Jacob Nighthorse
Mathias
Twilight:
Carlise Cullen
Esme Cullen
Charlie Swan
Jacob Black
Bella Swan
Edward Cullen
Jasper Cullen
Emmet Cullen
Rosile Cullen
Alice Cullen
Flash:
Barry Allen
Cisco Ramon
Harry Wells
Caitlin Snow
Iris West
Julian Albert
Oliver Queen
Captain Cold
Who/what I don’t write for:
Draco Malfoy (Only character I’m so sorry I just can’t write anything for him unless it’s fluff still don't like writing for him tbh)
I won’t write for Rape,
Smut for agere,
Smut for minor x adult
Non-con
Kidnapped (maybe tho depends on character and other things)
A/n: Ik minors are on here and still read stuff so I'm not putting a age warning on here, people don't really read age warnings usually but I'll put age warning on the one with smut or suggestive themes. Also, please make suggestions with enough detail for me to imagine and make something with, and this is a safe-space for any and all genders and agere, thanks have a good day!
#harry potter#marauders#fantastic beasts#marvel#dc universe#walt longmire#stranger things#tmnt bayverse#tmnt fandom#masterlist#fypage#fyp
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S6e7 thoughts (finally):
Love the subtle Charah worry for each other in the poison scenes.
Charlie: You didn’t come in contact?
Sarah: No, I’m gloved.
Me: Which literally never stops you from constantly touching your face/hair, but okay.
(Side note: How does Sarah look good in a freaking hazmat suit?)
Jesse. Sense of humour on point.
This joking and respectful s6 Jesse and Joe dynamic is my new favourite thing.
Asshole husband could have been treated to a Rex takedown in my ideal world, but given how complex a story the A plot was, I’ll let it slide.
I love the team closing ranks to investigate this one on their own. More team episodes, please.
Adding the CSIS element was fun. Special Agent Liu would make a great recurring character.
It is here where I go on a tangent about how this show could use a shadowy figure/a big bad/some ongoing story arcs, because if they’re planning a longer run, they can’t sustain just standalone episodes. Or maybe they can, what do I know?
There’s another subtle moment where Sarah takes a beat after she hands Charlie the magically procured antidote. (Also I’m gonna go ahead and assume one of those doses is measured for Rex.)
Wardrobe. We need to talk about Charlie in these denim tuxedos.
Love Sarah casually shining a light into Charlie’s eyes as if she’s actually checking him for injury rather than using it as an excuse to seek that reassurance that her boyfriend is okay after once again nearly dying.
Charlie on the phone with Trina…is that…do I detect a hint of actual continuity? From this show? Dare I hope?
And at this point I go a little off the rails as I get really distracted by 1) the reappearance of The House and 2) the unexpected Charah moment.
The Truong family: I’d wondered if her parents or perhaps grandparents were refugees/immigrants given they’d likely be about the right age for either (look up Vietnamese history in Canada for what I’m talking about.) Sounds like Mr. Truong was for sure. Also they can’t keep mentioning him if they’re not going to show him at some point, can they? Give me Truong family, please.
But anyway now Charah are kissing and they’re totally off to have some hot, passionate “thankful you’re alive” sex.
I love how Rex has become forever protective of Sarah BTW. It’s just a given that he lies on her lap for pats now.
I live for Jesse and Sarah banter.
LOL I missed the “CSIS Safe House” on the screen the first time around. Awkward.
Well I guess we aren’t getting Agent Liu as a recurring character…RIP
I wanted more whump from this last action scene.
(I can’t be the only one who half expected Rex to inject Charlie with the antidote can I?)
Charlie stabbing himself right in the chest with the needle, I just…I’m gonna need a minute.
(Also that little hint of chest hair with a few more buttons undone than usual…help.)
Wardrobe pulls off a win at the ballet studio with Sarah’s outfit and Charlie’s casual top.
I want to see Sarah accompany Sadie to New York…okay maybe I just want to see her punch Ryan in his stupid jerk face.
Rex is a ballet fan.
Interesting. Different. Unique. Way to perfectly round out a team episode, writers. Well done.
Sarah is a Bond fan: might have to work that into a fic.
And they settle on watching Black Swan. LOL I knew Rex was going to dance eventually.
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#defnotevilandtotallynormal bc tell me why i just got in here and the third post is a charlie swan fan fic (absolutely not complaining 😍)
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Episode 1: “We Like Mike” (Show Notes)
Content warnings:
Skinhead discussion: 38:13—41:38 (racism, xenophobia, nazism, anti-semitism, brief discussion of 2012 mass shooting 40:00—40:18)
Discussion of Edward wanting to murder his class: 54:10—end
[00:03:56] Damn Shannon I don’t recall burning YOUR crops poisoning your well razing your house to the ground and salting the earth
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[00:06:20] Read Lexie’s fic here!
[00:07:28] Lexie’s social media handles: AO3, fanfiction.net, tumblr
[00:08:06] Ashley Greene’s NFT. (Ashley Greene is the actor who played Alice in the Twilight movies, for anyone not in the know. Also note that we recorded this episode in April, shortly before the great NFT crash)
[00:11:16] Transcript of Shannon’s Life and Death summary:
Beaufort Swan “Beau” moves from Phoenix, Arizona to a small town called Forks, Washington to live with his father, Charlie, after his mother, Renee, gets remarried. He is decidedly not fucking happy about it and is loathe to be in Forks despite taking it upon himself to lie to absolutely anybody who asks him about it (ever the martyr.) While there, he struggles with the inadequate experience of what we know is called “being a goddamn teenager.” He crosses paths with a mysterious and not-cognito family, and when he quote-unquote “meets” his new Biology partner, he suddenly has more questions about Edythe and her strange but sudden hatred of him.
[00:13:30] The top Kristen Stewart’s Bella is wearing in the very first scene of Twilight:
[00:15:09] Wikipedia’s basic breakdown of economic info on the real-world Forks, WA
[00:18:59] Bella on her reading list in Twilight:
It was fairly basic: Bronte, Shakespeare, Chaucer, Faulkner.
[00:20:36] The “canonical” heights for Jasper and Emmett, respectively: 6’3”/190.5 cm and 6’5”/195.6 cm
[00:30:10] Scroll to the bottom of this old blog post to see Stephenie Meyer’s original fancasts for Twilight characters (She had Jackson Rathbone as an Edward possibility?? oh my god)
[00:30:41] Some old, pre-movie era edits of Emily Browning as Bella:
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[00:31:02] Shannon is metaphorically on crack here. Gerard Way was actually who the fans wanted to play Edward, though Stephenie Meyer is an MCR fan and says their music inspired her when writing Jacob’s character (source.)
[00:31:21] Henry Cavill in gold contacts, looking about as unlike Edward Cullen as a white dude can look:
[00:34:18] Anyone else notice that Shannon says “Rosalie” super weird? She also says “pillow” weird. Ask her to say it sometime.
[00:39:36] The SPLC’s timeline on skinheads (cw: racism, xenophobia, antisemitism, injury, murder)
[00:42:27] A blog post on the Tiffany Problem
[00:48:44] Advice for Edward:
[00:52:13] Fanlore’s definition of “fanon”
[00:54:24] Fanlore’s article on AUs
[00:54:34] The filmmakers even shot this as a deleted scene! And you are not prepared for the sheer brilliance of this 2009 Youtube DVD rip set to an A+ song choice (sound ON and pay particular attention to the background actors)
[00:56:19] In this most iconic scene from the first Twilight movie, Bella walks into the forest with Edward (without being asked) to confront him about his vampirism
[00:56:28] Renesmee, for anyone not in the know.
[00:58:27] Alice walking into the Bio classroom after Edward’s finished snacking
[00:58:47] G references the Trolley Problem from philosophy/ethics
...and that’s all we’ve got for Episode 1 show notes! We hope you enjoyed this Happy Birthday Edward edition of 3B1P!
#show notes#episode 1#twilight#twilight renaissance#midnight sun#life and death#the twilight saga#twilight revival#podcast#twilight podcast
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hiiii bestie !!! i saw you had a tonne of fics on ao3 and wanted to know if you had any recs for new fans og afl??? any works of your or any other peeps to check out?? thxxxx
hi bestie!!! (I don't know this person)
This is a hard question because there's so much out there - probably not much on AO3 (unless you like Alex Fasolo and then you're in luck) and then Wattpad is just an insane mix of literally everything, mostly footballer x fake sister fics (which I, myself, am guilty of, and I'm sorry)
oh, also I only really read Saving Lotte Sullivan on Wattpad which I reckon is really good but I could be bias.
Maybe I'll just make a list of AO3 fics for each club (and yes, for the dogs, it'll be anything written by AFL whores about bailey smith) and a lot of this is just tooting my horn, I am sorry.
Adelaide
Tyler Brown adjusting to adelaide life
Brisbane
Take me home country roads part 1 and part 2 (obviously)
Carlton
Okay so the best year Carlton had was in 2019 so anything from 2019
Collingwood
literally anything with Trent Bianco and Jack Ginnivan (Collingwood power couple) or Darcy Moore x Charlie James Dean
Essendon
idk if there's much Essendon fics out there so this one? i mean who likes essendon anyway? ew.
Fremantle
I can't remember what year but maybe it was 2021 when 2 guys 1 cup read out Cunfe (Cunnington x Fyfe) fanfiction on the podcast so yeah find those episodes. (The fics were all family friendly and G-rated, don't worry, you can listen to them with kids in the car)
Geelong
Has to be this one
GWS
hard to pick my favourite jesse hogan one
Gold coast
what about Matt Rowell getting mentally scarred before a game. I'm so sorry.
Hawks
either Tom Phillips starting a podcast, or Tom discussing the four P's
Melbourne
probably anything with Ed Langdon or pie boy
Norf
see Freo
Port Adelaide
Bailey Smith ripping through the entire Port Adelaide team OR those lousy five chapters I tried to write about Jack Watts
Tigs
the resurrection of Matthew Richardson (hurts a little to remember writing this after what they did to me last week)
Saints
can I say my multi chapter newsreader fic even though Rob plays for Melbourne in it and not his beloved saints. Or when Ben sits down with his accountant Callum Wilkie
Swans
probably best to go to AFL whores for this one
Weagles
who even writes Weagle fics
Dogs
anything from AFL Whores regarding Bailey Smith
#anon#fic tag#enjoy#comment if i missed any good fics#or if i forgot to include a club because i'm sorry#there are too many clubs#half of them are boring#are there weagle fics on wattpad??? i can't think of any#i can't name any weagle players except josh kennedy and brad sheppard#and nic nat#and jayden hunt obviously
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10 | A character/ship I didn't enjoy/think about as much before you wrote about them
I think that would have to be Charlie Swan from Twilight. I've never really been into the Twilight fandom (even though I have read/reblogged fics about it lol) and when I did read fics for it, it was usually about the vampires but you turned me into a proud Billy Burke fan. Go DILFs! 😍
— Yoshino ✌️
fanfic asks for the askers
one day i will have a charlie swan dilf shirt!! i will not stop until the rest of the world worships billy burke like i do lmaoo, he's not just a dilf, he's the dilf 😭😭
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If Anything Happened - Part 2
Characters: Edward x Reader (Bella)
Summary: A continuation of "If Anything Happened". The people around Bella go through a hard time with worry. Edward struggling with his hatred of not being able to control everything when it comes to affecting Bella.
Read part 1 here
Warnings: None
I could feel myself coming to the surface of a really dark dream, but didn't fully escape it yet. The quiet murmurs I heard around me brought me up closer to it, but I couldn't break through. As time went on, the sounds got clearer and louder. I started listening into background sounds, such a steady beep, the sound of foot step coming closer and further around me. I felt so heavy. On the verge of falling into a deep sleep but never letting go.
A familiar voice directed my attention. I could hear him, his soft voice and gently somber tone. Edward, it immediately put me to ease. I slowly started putting two and two together and realised I was in hospital. I wanted to open my eyes and look around me. I wanted to confirm what I just figured out. I need to make sure Edward was okay. But no amount of spare energy I had would let me open my eyes.
I tried to concentrate on the voices I was hearing, trying to ignore all the background noise.
"I should have seen it coming" Edward frustratingly said
"Son, nothing would have stopped the drunk driver hitting you"
That other voice, I recognize it. Carlisle.
There was silence between them. I could only imagine Edward's eyebrows furrowed together with worry.
"I should have protected her better" His voice barely audible.
Memories started flooding my mind. Edwards lips on my hand. The heat blowing from the car vents. The rain hitting the window. The last thing, hearing Edward's voice in panic with pain spreading through my head.
Then blackness.
"The main thing is that she is stable. She'll make a full recovery. It's just going to take time" Carlisle said positively.
I envision Edward beating himself up in his own head. No one could help him when he was like that.
"Charlie?" Edward asked
"He's on his way, should be here any minute" Carlisle answered.
I could hear a clipboard being attached to the end of my bed and foot steps moving.
I suddenly heard a door being opened abruptly and feeling a cold breeze.
"Bella?!" Charlie voice filled the room
I could feel his hand picking up mine, his other stroking my cheek. His breathing was heavy and deep.
"Charlie" Carlisle greeted
"What the hell happened?" Charlie asked worryingly
I could feel the tension in the room. I could sense that Charlie wasn't thinking the nicest things about Edward right now and Edward knew.
I couldn't hear Edward or sense him near me. I could only assume that he was on the other side of the room.
"Bella, was in a car crash with Edward. It was drunk driver who hit them." Carlisle paused and I could hear his foot steps getting closer.
"Where is he? I'm dealing with him now" Charlie sternly said exhaling deeply.
"He's currently in critical condition. We aren't even sure if he's going to make it through" Carlisle explained.
"Why isn't Bella waking up?" I could feel him looking at me.
"Bella seemed to have hit her head quite hard in the crash. We've put her into a induced coma. She had severe swelling of the brain and it would have done damage by starving parts of it from restricted blood flow"
I could hear Carlisle walk closer to Charlie.
"Her brain will be able to heal while she's in a coma. Once the swelling has gone down" Carlisle continued
"How long?" Charlie asked continuing to stroke my hand.
"We aren't too sure about that. It depends how fast the swelling goes down. We'll have to keep on eye on her".
The room fell silent and all I could hear were the machines in the room and Charlie breathing.
"Your boy doesn't seem to have a scratch on him" Charlie shifted.
"Edward was lucky, the crash affected Bella's side mostly. He only has a minor concussion" Carlisle explained
I knew Charlie didn't believe it. But he didn't care about Edward so he didn't push it. If anything he probably was annoyed that I was the one hurt and Edward wasn't, as bad as that may sound.
For the next amount of time, I could feel myself drifting on and off into a deep state of sleep. I knew Charlie was there, he never let go of my hand.
I don't know if Edward was there. But if he was, there wasn't a word said between them.
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"Charlie, good morning" Carlisle walked in
"Mornin'" I could hear his groggy voice and shifting the hospital chair.
"You stayed the night?"
"I didn't see a point to going home" Charlie said quietly.
"You should go home and freshen up. Get some food. She won't be going anywhere" Carlisle said kindly while adjusting the hospital blinds.
"What if she-"
"She won't, I'm afraid it's not going to be that fast. We'll do a MRI on her tomorrow morning to see if the swelling has reduced in any way" He explained.
I could hear Charlie putting on his jacket. He gave me a quick kiss on the forehead and then left the room.
I could sense another presence came into the room. A quieter one.
"I wish I could have stayed with her" I heard Edward's voice again.
"I know but we had to make our story somewhat believable with you having a concussion" Carlisle whispered.
Edward lifted up my hand and kissed it gently, his cold lips would have given me goosebumps.
"It was for the best you the stay a night in your own hospital bed, for our story and for Charlie" He continued.
Edward was close to me, I could feel his weight on the side of the bed. His hand always caressing mine.
"She would be able to hear you" Carlisle stated with the clicking of his pen and the scratching on pen on a clipboard
I could hear Edward exhale, I could sense all the worry and stress from it.
"I'll leave you two alone" Carlisle said softly,
I could hear the door being closed quietly. All of my cells in my body just wanted to sit up and hug him. Kiss him. Tell him how much he means to me. Reassure him that everything is going to be okay.
"Bella, you don't understand how deeply sorry I am" He leaned closer brushing hair with his fingers.
"If there was anybody's thought I would need to hear right now, it would be yours. Just for 5 seconds to know that you're... okay" He voice broke off at the end.
I could hear him clench his jaw as he spoke. I could tell how deeply upset he was.
He leaned his forehead against mine, maybe hoping any little bit of my thoughts would spread to his.
"I promise as long as I exist I will never put your life in any risk of danger again" He whispered kissing my forehead delicately.
With all my might, I wanted to squeeze his hand.
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I need someone to write me some reader x Charlie Swan fluff today, I’m having some sad girl hours
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TwiFicMas2020 Day 1: Anathema
It’s that time of year again - when I bombard you with fic I’ve written over the year and haven’t posted, whether it is an outtake, part of a WIP, or something that ended up going sideways but still had some cool bits I was proud of.
Everything will be tracked under the ‘TwiFicMas2020′ and ‘FicMas2020′ tags. Most fics are incomplete scenes - “--” is a scene break, “//” means that there’s a cut - it’s probably not yet written.
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First up is Anathema, the fourth or fifth attempt at the ‘Alice works in a mortuary/funeral home’ idea that refuses to solidify itself - though I think I’m getting closer. I enjoy the idea that Charlie Swan is in on Forks’ secrets (before Jacob strips in front of him, lol) and I am always here for the supernatural world being more than just vampires and shifters.
I hope you enjoy and thank you for reading!
The day the Cullens arrive in Forks, two things happen.
The first, I draw both Death, and the Wheel of Fortune. A combination that, frankly, sounds time-consuming. I lie in bed and contemplate them for awhile. The cards are soft, from lifetimes of passing from hand to hand (my dearest and most beloved Great-Aunt Jeanne passed this set to me when she died. At the time, I was too young to understand the true gift in cards that had never before been touched by Brandon hands - before mine.) The cards are illustrated so carefully, so detailed. They smell like dried lavender and the scrap of linen that I wrap them in, and there is something so reassuring about each and every card.
I draw my cards every few days before I get up. I find it calming, the shuffle of them against my fingers, as I let my dreams fade. It’s a quiet time, and one I savour.
Eventually, I do have to get up, though. No rest for the wicked. The cards go back into the wooden jewellery box some young man carved for some young woman in Jeanie’s family long before I was even a glimpse of a thought, and back into my nightstand drawer.
I - we - live on the first floor of the Brandon Funeral Home, a perfectly respectable converted Georgian house at the end of Main Street, where it sweeps around to Cedar Road. It’s a shit place to have a corner, and more than once speed racers have spun out; whoever’s scraped off the road and our front walk usually end up in the freezers in the basement.
But I digress.
Breakfast is mundane. Dulcie is there, hair in curlers, and a frown on her face when she realises I am not dressed. I sit crosslegged across two thrift-store chairs in my camisole and booty shorts, spooning jam onto toast with the precision of a good scientist and ignore her reminding me of my dressing gown (a sturdy pink-flower print flannel that is buried in my closet. My preferred robe, a thin grey kimono, is currently in my laundry pile) and ‘common decency’, as if my elderly great-uncle is looking to leer at the decided lack of anything I have up north or down south.
Dulcie is… Dulcie. No replacement for Aunt Jeanie, but a good woman. I find it funny that Uncle Freddie is an old man now, and he still reels ‘em in. Or he would if Jeanie’s death hadn’t broken, shattered, and wrecked him. Dulcie worked for us for a few years before she set her eyes on the top bedroom and changing ‘Dulcie Dunn-Stanley’ to ‘Dulcie Brandon’.
Oh, that sounds very jaded. It’s mutual, Freddie and Dulcie. Their courtship was glacial and it’s really only recently that Dulcie’s been hinting about heading to the court house. And, honestly, whatever makes Uncle Freddie happy. Dulcie’s kind to me, we mostly get along, and her attempts to mother me are so far inconsistent - but she is usually pretty respectful.
My uncle lingers over his food; he’s got a new book open at his elbow, and no one can pry my uncle away from his books. They’re usually hardcover, non-fiction. Most of the boxes stored in the third floor are my uncles books.
After breakfast, I am banished to get dressed for work, which is in the basement today, where I am to be the hands as we prepare one Lewis Fletcher for his Saturday morning funeral. There’s a sack of bagged organs resting in the chest cavity, from the autopsy (elk or deer attack, the report says), and I get to stitch Lewis back together, get to fill him full of chemicals, seal things with putty, and get to face painting. The Fletchers are a pretty ordinary family locally, and the service will be simple - they were very agreeable when Freddie met with them last week.
I put my music on and hum as I prepare my kit. It’s no secret that an unqualified teenage girl doing this work probably breaks a lot of laws, but Freddie’s hands aren’t as steady as they used to be, and he’s old enough to remember when a family business meant that the younger generation was trained by the older at home, no degrees or certifications necessary.
Sometimes I wonder what Jeanie would have thought, me working down here like this. Would she have understood? Would she have been mad or upset or disappointed?
We’ll never know.
Freddie fetches us both a cup of tea, and hovers at my shoulder as I piece together Mr Fletcher’s chest cavity.
“Smaller stitches, Alice,” Freddie says, inspecting my work carefully. “Redo that section, stitch closer together, and small stitches.”
I nod, turning around to grab a scalpel from the tray beside me to cut the wonky stitches free and start again, and I freeze as the ice-cold feeling envelopes me. No, no, no it’s been so long…
For a moment, I am unfixed in time and space. I am still in the basement, with the buzzing fluorescent lights, and smooth metal drawers and cupboards, the stink of formaldehyde. But instead of a clean, bare second table, I am lying there. But I’m not dead, and I’m not alone. It’s him. The boy - man? - I’ve been seeing for so long, in visions and dreams. He’s hovering above me, a veritable sculpture of pale flesh as he peels off his shirt, our mouths still fused together, my hands gripping his hips. I am a much less collected figure, with my tights around my knees, one shoe still on and my shirt hiked up over my bra. Vision-Me pulls away to say something, and He laughs, and it’s then the light catches his eyes. Dark gold.
Golden-eyes.
“Oh fuck,” Real-Me says, and somehow Vision-Him knows I’m Seeing and looks right at me, where I’m standing with a scalpel in my hand.
“Alice?” My uncle’s hand on my shoulders brings me right back to the right point in time and space.
It’s at the point I hit the floor, manage to stab myself quite viciously with the scalpel and my uncle starts cussing.
It’s been a while between visions.
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The Council was basically the reason Freddie and I stayed in Forks. It was a fifty-fifty split between honouring Jeanie’s wishes, and keeping me safe and out of sight - as if my aspirations were towards a Vegas nightclub act or international pop star. I wasn’t entirely clueless.
Forks was built in a special place. A place where the barriers between the ordinary and the extraordinary were a little thinner, where the supernatural were drawn to. Jeanie had theorised that was why the Quileute were able to tap into their spirit wolves so easily, and why the gene remained so strong, father to son without a constant presence of their enemies. I didn’t know enough of their history to have an opinion, but Forks was definitely a place with an interesting history that very few people knew - even I only knew a fraction of everything that happened, past and present. There were very few written accounts; most of the histories were oral and passed down on a strict need-to-know basis.
The Council were definitely in the know, and had been for generations. There was Billy Black, Sue and Harry Clearwater representing the Quileute tribe, there was Charlie Swan representing Forks and everyone not in the know, and there was Freddie and I. Freddie, was technically Jeanie’s representative, and was the Mediator between the Ordinary and the Others. Jeanie’s family had been Mediators for generations, but she’d never had children, so all of that had somehow fallen onto Freddie - and me.
It was extremely useful to have the Police Chief and a Mortician working the Council - we’d had to fudge more than a few deaths. There was always someone or something passing through the Olympic Peninsula, and we’d negotiated, challenged, threatened, and banished more than a few creatures over the last few years.
Technically, all parties were allowed to bring their apprentice representative, but I was the only one of the next generation who attended. Charlie Swan had made it clear he didn’t want his daughter involved in any of this, and both Billy and the Clearwaters had decided that their kids were too young to know exactly what went on around here. I figured in a decade or so, it would just be me, Seth, and Jacob Black (no way would Leah hang around just for this shit show), drinking beer in the woods and deciding whether to burn or bury.
But tonight’s meeting was Special. Despite the fact I’d been drawing nonsensical cards for days now - the Star, the Tower, and Justice - no visions had appeared beyond a dream about a locket with ‘W’ engraved on it. I’d expected a fairly normal meeting, until Freddie had let me in on the plan - we were, apparently, meeting with the Cullen family. No one had informed me exactly what or who the Cullens were, only that they had a ‘fourth seat’ in the Council that they’d been entitled to since the ‘30s. I’d have to go through Jeanie’s diaries again - there were boxes of them in storage, and Jeanie had useful tidbits dotted throughout.
So that was why I was in the forest with my grandfather, shivering underneath two coats and in my new fleecy boots, standing around a fire pit that didn’t really do much more than illuminate the burning wood; the lanterns we’d brought were more effective.
Some days I really wished Leah or Seth or Jacob Black would attend these meetings; they’d certainly liven up these meetings a bit.
“They’ll be here soon,” Billy Black said grimly. Billy Black had it worse than the rest of us - getting out to this part of the forest was awkward and time-consuming with his wheelchair. Since these meetings were clandestine, we couldn’t build a proper track.
“The terms are staying the same?” Charlie asked, sipping from a paper cup of coffee Sue had pressed on him.
Billy frowned. “We aren’t here to renegotiate, but we will listen to their petition if they have one,” he said finally.
“What are the existing terms?” I asked, nudging a mossy rock with my toe.
“We’ll go over that later on, Alice,” Freddie said, watching the woods carefully.
Fine, obstruct my completely transparent attempt at finding out what was actually going on. I was definitely intrigued by the idea this clan had a ‘seat’ at the Council, but it involve negotiations? The only creature I could think of that would fit that kind of profile would be some kind of shifter.
I was bored.
And then the mysterious Cullens arrived.
They came out of the woods like a mist; slowly but all at once. They kept a respectful distance away from the fire pit, clad in pristine new clothing that was a touch too light for the cold weather but was good quality. There were three of them - a blond man, a brunette woman, and a red-haired boy - all three of them taller than average, and pale as snow. And they were lovely, as if Grecian statues had climbed down from their plinth and wandered off.
“Hello,” the man said, nodding at us politely. “Thank you for welcoming us to this meeting.”
“You’ve a right to be here, as outlined in the treaty,” Billy Black said sternly. “This is the current Council - Charlie Swan for Forks. My self, Billy Black, and Harry and Sue Clearwater for the Quileute tribe. Fred Brandon as Mediator. Carlisle Cullen for the Cullen Coven.”
Coven meant vampires. That dampened my spirits a little; my history with vampires was messy. Plus the few vampires that had ventured into this area had been unpleasant experiences. But as I stared at the Cullen coven, I noticed their eyes.
Golden, like liquid light.
Was He one of them? Was the Cullen coven only these three, or where there more?
“And the young lady?” Carlisle Cullen said, looking in my direction.
“My niece,” Freddie said in a no-nonsense tone. “Shall we begin?”
“I assume Ursula Altis has since passed? My condolences to her family,” Carlisle Cullen said. “I had a great respect for Ursula.”
“Yes. Ursula’s apprentice passed on several years ago, and she named Fred and Alice as her successors,” Harry said.
“I am sorry for your loss,” Carlisle Cullen nodded at Freddie and I. I half-smiled back at him. Jeanie had been gone a long time but I still missed her.
“This is my wife, Esme, and my oldest son Edward,” Carlisle gestured to his two companions.
“Oldest son?” Charlie Swan said sharply.
“Yes - I have three others, but we did not want to overwhelm you,” Carlisle said. “They are here, if you would like to meet them?”
“Yes. We want to know the entirety of your coven,” Harry said bluntly.
Carlisle grimaced and nodded. “Of course. My other children - Rosalie, Emmett, and Jasper.”
Three more Cullens materialised from behind Carlisle Cullen - a tall blonde girl who was utterly breathtaking to look at, had a displeased expression, and was wearing the genuine designer version of my knock-off winter coat. The second was a bear of a man, with the friendliest face, and curly black hair, who winked at me as he wrapped an arm around the blonde girl’s shoulders.
And then a lanky blond boy with a dark expression and wavy blond hair, who hovered in the shadows, his features mostly obscured. All of them had the same golden eyes, the same pallor and dark under-eye circles. But they didn’t look or behave like other nomads that had passed through. They looked… like a nice family.
Maybe in a decade, Jacob, Seth, and I would be joined by Emmett Cullen for the ‘burn or bury’ booze up. He looked like he’d be the most up for livening up these meetings.
“Your family has grown.” Billy’s voice was accusing, and I turned to look at his stern expression.
“My son, Jasper, joined us in 1965,” Carlisle Cullen said politely, “Looking for a different lifestyle. We have abided by your terms, and would not have returned to this area if we were not prepared to continue to do so.”
The Quiluetes weren’t thrilled with that news, and Charlie just looked kind of tired. Freddie was taking notes on his phone, and I was just cold and getting bored again… until I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye.
Jasper was prowling away from the others, closer to me, where I stood at my uncle’s side. Both eyes were on me, like liquid amber, and I finally got a good look at him.
Jasper was Him - the boy hovering over me, half-dressed on the gurney; the boy kissing my scar, and sliding in behind me in the shower. The boy that had hovered at the edges of my visions and dreams since I was young, with adoration in his eyes and gentle touches.
The boy I’d love so fiercely and deeply…
Talk about a terrible time to finally meet.
“Oh fuck,” I said, as I looked at him, eyes wide. All those wretched cliches that terrible books write about happened at that moment. I was enchanted, besotted, and absolutely irrevocably attached to this Jasper Cullen. He was mine.
“Step back!” Harry barked out, but Jasper Cullen ignored him, watching me carefully. I couldn’t help myself; I smiled brightly at him, and he kept moving towards me. Flashes of knowledge were appearing in my head, and for some reasons I kept seeing the Lovers card, still in my deck at home. I could hear people talking, getting angry, but it was like the buzz of insects as Jasper Cullen got closer to me. His hand reached out slowly, to stroke the curve of my cheek, studying me with the strangest look on his face.
And then the pain hit, like someone had shoved an ice pick through my left eye and into my brain. The visions were folding over and over, like origami, before I could decipher them. Choices being made, minds changing, so fast I could keep up. I heard myself cry out as I fell, and then everything was dark.
Then I was seeing things in real time. The way I fell, blood running from my nose, to everyone’s utter horror. My eyes were rolled back in my head, and my body jerked in a seizure a few times before I was still.
But no one could get near me. As soon as I had fallen, Jasper had crouched over my prone form, with a horrified look on his face. Everyone was yelling and trying to get closer, and Jasper let out a snarl that was, frankly, terrifying before refocusing on me, taking my hand and plucking my glove off it, to rest against his own cheek. Whatever that was supposed to achieve did nothing, and whilst everyone else was yelling and bickering, he let out a low whine that was so pathetic, if I’d had any control over my body, I would have sat up and given him a hug.
Then Carlisle Cullen placed his hands up to the Council in a gesture of peace and nodded to Emmett before approaching Jasper.
The conversation would have been too low for anyone else to hear, but not me, in whatever kind of vision this was.
“Jasper, I understand,” Carlisle Cullen said in a low voice. “But she’s got a medical condition, you need to let her people take care of her.”
Jasper growled low, Emmett’s hand on his shoulder.
“Bro, c’mon,” he said. “You’re scaring them,” he nodded over his shoulder. Sue’s face was white with fear, and I was scared that Harry was going to stroke out on the spot.
And I was there, Sleeping Beauty, with a smear of fresh blood on my face.
“I can’t,” Jasper seemed to force out between gritted teeth. “She’s mine.” It was said with determination and desperation, and a deep tenderness.
I was pleased that whatever my embarrassing collapse had been, at least I knew we were on the same page -that we knew each other and we knew each other.
And just like that, like they were magic words, my eyes open and I was back in reality, staring up at the man-boy who was staring at me like I held the secrets to the universe.
“Alice, did he hurt you?” Freddie called out in a strained voice.
“No, that was me. Too much new information,” I said, as I began to sit up, Jasper sliding my glove back on my hand before I realised it was still missing. He held out his hand to help me up, his touch so careful and gentle.
“Okay, good. Come over here,” Freddie motioned for me to move to where the group seemed to have bunched across from the Cullens. Charlie Swan looked murderous. “She’s nothing to you, boy, just let her go.”
I winced when Freddie said that, realising immediately it was like a red flag to a bull, and all of a sudden there was a lot of motion. Jasper growled, attempting to shove me behind him - to protect me? - whilst Emmett and Carlisle Cullen decided it was time to get Jasper physically under control, and pulled him back towards where the rest of the family was standing.
I tripped over a rock and stumbled but righted myself as Jasper was bodily dragged back to where Esme, Rosalie, and Edward Cullen were waiting, looking worried.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Mrs Cullen asked as I moved back to Freddie’s side, where he quickly clasped me to him, giving me the once over.
“I’m fine,” I said before catching Emmett having bent Jasper’s arms behind his back at a hideous angle, his knee digging into Jasper’s spine. “Oh, don’t hurt him! Please!” I made a move towards them but Sue grabbed my arm, and Jasper turned to stare at me with what I can only describe as hope.
“I think this meeting is done,” Charlie Swan said finally. “You agree to maintain the existing treaty - that’s all we need. Thank you for coming.”
“Of course, we don’t want to cause any issues,” Mrs Cullen said, and Freddie snorted, shielding me with his body.
I felt like a prisoner being frog-marched back to the car.
“Back at the Brandon’s?” Charlie said, as we arrived at the cars.
“Of course,” Freddie said. “Coffee and debrief.”
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Florida Burn pt.2
Summary: This is based on New Moon, but instead of staying in Forks and hanging out with Jacob, Bella moves to Florida with Renee and Phil. During this chapter, we follow Bella on her journey to Florida and her battle with the broken heart Edward left her with. I did get a little carried away with this chapter and couldn’t fit my prompt in there so there’s no prompt for this chapter! Oops :)
Characters: Bella, Charlie, Renee, Phil, and Rosie briefly
Warnings: There’s just a bunch of angst but that’s all. It’s sweet too.
Word Count: 4,193
Read pt.1 here.
Disclaimer: This was not beta’d so all mistakes are mine!
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Charlie came back from his fishing trip that night in a better mood than usual. He gobbled down his dinner a little too quickly and rushed to get his old clunky laptop, plopping it down on the dinner table and turning it on. He turned to look at me, gauging my enthusiasm I assumed and noticed I wasn’t even half finished with my dinner yet. He grinned innocently making me huff a low chuckle at him and then he began googling plane tickets.
“If you wanted me to leave that bad you could’ve just said so,” I teased him between bites of spaghetti.
“I don’t want you to leave Bells, I just want you to be okay,” he sighed, looking visibly upset by the thought.
Charlie was frowning now and suddenly my chest was burning with guilt.
“I don’t have to go, you know,” I offered quickly.
“Yes, you do, Bella,” he insisted, scrolling through the ticket options now, furrowing his eyebrows in deep concentration.
“I could wait until the school year is over. I’d rather not join a new school in the middle of the school year again,” I smiled sheepishly.
I really was worried about leaving. I was worried about trying and failing to be normal again, fit in with a new but ordinary crowd. I was worried about being a burden on Renee and Phil’s perfect life. I’d learned to fit in here, Charlie and I were two halves made whole by each other. We worked together like a well-oiled machine and I was worried about Charlie functioning if I left. When I left Renee I knew I was leaving her in capable hands with Phil, she had someone to take my place so she didn’t need me anymore. Charlie doesn’t have anyone, and I know he survived before I came but even he would agree his life was better with me here. I was worried about myself, too. What if I needed Charlie? What if going back to live with Renee and Phil was going to crush me further if that was even possible? What if the hole in my chest swallowed them too and Florida didn’t help like I hoped it would? I worried about the Florida Sun not shining bright enough to illuminate the dark hole in my life. All of these things were valid, and to an extent, real reasons I worried about moving to Florida, but perhaps above all, I was still worried about them. I was worried he would come looking for me. What would happen if he didn’t find me? What if he still wants me? If he came back I was worried Charlie would tell him off in my honor, but wouldn’t that be the best thing to do? He didn’t want me, that was clear, so if he came back it wouldn’t be for anything good. Maybe it would be best that I wasn’t here if he came looking.
I was jolted from my train of thought when I felt Charlie’s hand touch my face and his thumb wiped my cheek, leaving a wet trail. I didn’t realize I was crying.
“Bella, honey, I only want you to go if you want to. I just want you to heal, baby,” he breathed, cradling my face.
I nodded, pushing my face into his hand gently and smiling.
“Thank you, Dad.”
He smiled back, lovingly. Then, we picked out a flight for two days from now. I called my mom to let her know when I’d be flying in and she assured me that she and Phil would be there waiting for me. I’d made my decision, just like he did, there’s no going back now.
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When the day finally came I found myself restless and unable to sleep that night. I laid in my bed for possibly the last time, thinking about everything that had happened in this small, irrelevant town. It was irrelevant and small but it was a part of me. So, I took care to memorize how it felt and what it smelled like. Then, I tried to memorize the shapes on the ceiling and the dark silhouettes of the trees outside of the window he used to climb through every night that belonged to the forest where I saw him for the last time. I tried to visualize everywhere he had been in this room. Our first kiss was here on this bed, and he’d come and hold me while I slept here nearly every night too. It all hurt to remember but if I forgot then it would’ve all been for nothing. I would’ve risked my life and inevitably let him shatter it for nothing. I would’ve hurt the people I love the most for nothing.
So, after months of denial and depression, I allowed myself to picture his face in my mind. I let myself say his name. I laid there in the dark whispering it over and over as if it were like some bloody mary curse and he’d magically appear, but he didn’t. Some part of me hoped he would because I knew I would drop everything and stay with him if he asked me to. That was the killer part. After everything that happened, everything I put Charlie and Renee through, everything I put myself through, and if he appeared one day and asked me to forgive him I would in a heartbeat. How ironic. I knew it was wrong, I knew I shouldn’t feel that way but I had no idea how to stop. I also knew I needed to figure it out because I couldn’t just abandon everything I was doing to heal what he broke at the drop of a hat. So I decided tonight was a free for all. I was going to think about him, picture him, and just face everything I’d been dreading all at once to rip the bandaid off. I needed to get it out of the way if I was going to live with Renee because she would worry and I knew he wasn’t coming back so I didn’t need to hold it all with me anymore.
I sighed heavily, mentally preparing myself for the pain. It had been bad at times, so bad that I didn’t think it could get much worse, but I’ve been wrong before. After a moment I closed my eyes and let my mind wander. The first image was his face, clear and perfect like always. I was shocked at how real the image looked behind my eyelids. My throat tightened, but I did my best to will my body to stay calm and relaxed. I watched his stunning face twist into a dazzling smile, looking at me with admiration and love. My heart beat faster with each of his movements and my chest began to ache mildly. This was okay, it wasn’t as nearly bad as I thought. At least it wasn’t until he spoke. His ice-cold, honey-smooth voice pierced through the night silence.
“Bella, I love you, don’t go,” he spoke clearly, in his gorgeous voice.
It sounded like he was whispering right in my ear, I could’ve sworn I felt his cool breath brush my cheek. Suddenly, my heart skipped and then launched 10 beats ahead of itself. His mesmerizing sound set my entire body ablaze, burning hotter than ever before. I knew the words of my made-up Edward weren’t true, but that only made it worse. My burning lungs clued me in to the lack of air I was using. They sucked in a desperate gasp of air as my arms shot across my body and squeezed tight to hold it together. The searing and aching made me clench my teeth as tight as I could to muffle any strangled sounds that might escape and my lips clamped shut over them for extra protection. The last thing I wanted was to wake Charlie, but it just hurt so much. Like this Tsunami of red hot pain came down and crushed every ounce of what was left of me. I wanted to open my eyes, but they were locked shut because I knew when I did open them he wouldn’t be there and I wanted him to be. I wanted to be saved from this never-ending nightmare.
Then, the anger came. My chest was aching on top of the burning empty hole he left, it was all so much I could barely handle it. It felt like every muscle in my body was clenched so hard some of my limbs and appendages were going numb, but that didn’t soothe the burn away from them either. How was I ever going to get better? I pulled one of my arms up to my face sp I could shove my mouth into my elbow to muffle the yelps I’d been shoving back. My body started convulsing with silent, angry sobs at the release of pressure but all I could do was whine into my arm and wait it out.
After a while, I was able to shove everything out of my mind and force my eyes open but I laid there motionless and numb. This feeling was the closest to that night I’d felt yet. Like I had just been dumped off by everything I ever really loved, the roots of my heart aching at the absence of it’s home. It was just numb, like the feeling you’d get right after you’d fight with your best friend and you take a break from being friends. You’d just lost the one person that allowed you to be yourself and without that you were nothing, back to the drawing board, starting from scratch. There really isn’t a worse feeling than losing who you are, but above that, giving someone all the pieces of yourself that you hate the most, trusting them completely, and in the end, watching it blow up in your face. Hopefully, Florida was going to change that for me. Hopefully, Florida would fix me.
I noticed the black draining from the night sky now, dim light replacing the shadows of the empty walls and furniture around my room instead. There was a soft knock on the door and it clicked so Charlie could push it open.
“Good morning, honey, today’s the day,” he spoke gently, beaming with excitement. I smiled in return and nodded. “We’ve got about thirty minutes before we should leave, I already packed your bags into your truck.”
My truck. My face fell, I’d forgotten about that old unit. I was gonna miss that truck more than everything except Charlie. I hadn’t thought about the fact that I was going to have to leave her behind.
“I forgot about my truck,” I relayed my thoughts to him to ease his confusion at my dropped expression.
“Aw, baby.”
“You’ll take care of her until I come back, right, Dad?”
“Yes, of course, you know I will,” he frowned. I nodded and smiled again. “This is gonna be great, Bells,” he said, smiling again.
“I know. I’ll see you downstairs, Dad,” I whispered, brightening my smile.
He nodded in response and closed my door. With a heavy sigh, I let my face drop again and I floated back into numbness. It didn’t make me feel all better about leaving her, but at least I knew she was in good hands until I came back for her. I wonder what Alice thinks about me leaving. The twinge of pain in my chest made me wince. My decision had been made, I was leaving so it didn’t matter what Alice thought.
Once I was able to pull myself up and out of my bed for the last time, I fixed it so it was neat and shut the window. The last two things I had to do before there was nothing left here for me. I swept up the carry-on bag I’d already had prepared and with one last look around that empty room highlighted by the soft, golden, early-morning rays of the sun I slipped out the door, shutting it behind me. I trotted down the stairs in time to greet Charlie at the bottom who was about to come up and retrieve me. It was time to go I guess. He smiled affectionately at me, turning back around and heading to the front door. He swiped the keys to my truck off the hanging hooks as he passed them and I followed close behind him trying to take in every element of that house. I had no idea when I would see it next, but I wanted to remember everything. Charlie held the door open for me and locked it behind us. With the close of that door, I was closing the door on my life here in Forks too. Some parts of me felt grief for that but I couldn’t think about that now. If I thought about it too much I would talk myself out of it and it’s too late for that. Some parts of me felt hope for Florida and those were the parts I focused on.
“Can I drive?” I turned to ask Charlie.
“Of course you can,” he answered with a smile and tossed me the keys.
I shoved the key into the lock and twisted hard to unlock my stubborn truck. She gave in easily today probably because of the abnormally warm weather considering it was Forks. I smiled to myself, opening the door and unlocking the passenger for Charlie while I climbed inside. I stuck the key in the ignition and felt her roar to life under me, sighing at the familiar feeling.
“I’m going to miss this truck,” I breathed.
“It’ll be here waiting for you to come back, Bells,” Charlie comforted me.
I gave him an appreciative look, then began down the road on my way out of Forks. As much as I hated to admit it, I was going to miss this terrarium of a town, my town. It was about a 45-minute drive to the airport which we rode mostly in silence, occasionally exchanging a few questions and answers.
“Are you sure your mother knows where to meet you?” Charlie pressed for the fourth time.
“Yes, Dad, I told her exactly where to go. I even have my cellphone in case I need to call her, I’ll be fine,” I responded, huffing a quiet giggle.
In reality, I wasn’t sure Renee would know where to go, but she said she was bringing Phil and he was competent enough when it came to airports. If anything, I’d just end up being stuck there for a longer time than I expected. It was better than anything I would be doing back in Forks. As difficult as it was for me to admit, I knew this was going to be better than staying in Forks, if not for me, then at least for my parents. I needed to do something with my life other than pine for Edward. I knew that but it was just harder to admit than I thought.
We pulled up to the airport and Charlie had me park so he could escort me in to make sure I got on my plane and to help me carry my bags because everyone knows how notorious I am for accidents. So, I got all checked in and situated, he waited with me until my plane started boarding and when he was seeing me off at the last gate he could go to he handed me a folded up piece of paper. I stared up at him in confusion.
“Jacob asked me to give you his number so the two of you can keep in touch,” he smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of his head.
I huffed a little chuckle and shook my head, shoving it in my pocket and then throwing my arms around him for one last goodbye hug. Charlie and I weren’t ones for showing emotion, but I decided to make an exception because I didn’t know when I’d see him again.
“I love you, Dad,” I whispered into his shoulder and he squeezed tighter in response.
“Now go, before you miss your plane,” he demanded once we’d broke away from our hug. He was doing his best to hold back tears and the guilt returned in my gut.
“I’ll be okay, Dad. I’ll come back, I promise,” I reassured him with an affectionate smile as I made my way towards the gate.
He nodded, wiping his face to erase the evidence and waving at me as I backed down the hall, waving back until I rounded the corner and could no longer see him. My face fell as I turned around and continued forward. My chest began to feel tight at the realization that it was real this time. A tear escaped onto my face but I wiped it away aggressively. I was done crying, there was no way I still had tears left in me. Silently, I boarded the plane, taking my seat in very back by the window, shoving earphones into my ears and closing my eyes. This was it.
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When I made it to Florida and had secured my bags I called Renee to see where she was.
“Hi, honey! Where are you?”
“I just left baggage claim, Mom, where ar-”
“Phil says he sees you, we are outside!!” she was shouting into the phone.
I spun around to the glass doors revealing the bright Florida sun touching everything in sight and immediately saw Phil, his height set him apart from the crowd for the most part. He was wearing sunglasses on top of his head which reminded me that I’d need to get a pair. I smiled when I met his gaze and hung up to phone. He met me at the door, taking two of my bags.
“Hey, kiddo,” he grinned wider at me.
“Hey,” I breathed, nodding at him.
Lucky for me, he wasn’t really a talkative guy either. I guess Renee had a type. She was waiting out by the car practically running in place with excitement and anticipation, a huge grin painted on her face.
“Eeeeeeeeeee!!” she squealed running up to me as soon as I was out the door, throwing herself at me.
I instinctively dropped the bags I was holding so I could catch her, trying to keep my balance. I rolled my eyes at her and hugged her back.
“Hey, Mom,” I greeted her affectionately. She was sobbing into my shoulder now.
“Bella, I’m so glad you’re here,” she gushed. Then, she pushed me back by my shoulders.
“Look at you, you look so beautiful,” she whined sweetly. Renee was always so dramatic.
“Okay, mom,” I huffed a laugh, dragging her on one arm and my bags in the other towards the car.
Phil met me halfway taking the last of the bags and situating them in the car, briefly admiring my mom who was still stuck to my elbow. I smiled at him gratefully and steered her towards the back seat. I climbed in and she finally let go to climb in the front seat, grabbing my hand again once she was buckled. Maybe this was going to be a bit harder than I thought. Phil climbed into the driver’s seat and got situated, then started the drive to my new home. I’d never actually seen their house in Florida so this should be interesting.
“So, Bella, how was your flight from Washington?” Phil asked, glancing at me in the rearview mirror.
“It was good, kind of long,” I smiled in response.
“Oh honey, you’re gonna love the house,” Renee exclaimed.
The entire twenty-minute car trip Renee talked non-stop. Phil would glance over at her to admire her rambling face because she made many different expressions, I thought that was cute. I was glad my mom found someone who loved every part of her colorful personality. I would just sit in the back seat nodding and giving “mhm’s” when it was necessary, Renee could keep going on for hours. She was telling me about her hobbies, getting into writing, moving into the new house, and then she told me they got a puppy. My eyes grew wide and my mouth hung open.
“You got a Puppy?” I frowned. Renee definitely didn’t like pets.
“Yes!” she beamed, vibrating with excitement as we pulled into the driveway of the house.
The house was not too big, but it was homey. A bit smaller than Charlie’s, it was painted a soft pastel yellow with white trim and plenty of windows. The front yard was nice and green, there also seemed to be a pretty big backyard. All in all, it was nice and bright and happy. This was going to be good. I climbed out of the car, walking around to help Phil grab my bags and then I followed Renee in. As I approached the door I heard a high-pitched yelping coming from inside making me cringe. She glanced back at me grinning with excitement, reaching to open the door. Suddenly, a little white ball of fluff bolted out the door yelping and whining, running circles around mine and my mom’s feet. I huffed quietly, watching the little dog prance around. Then, I shot Phil a disbelieving look, but he just shrugged with an affectionate smile for Renee. She was bent down greeting this puppy and sweeping it into her arms.
“Bella, this is Rosie,” she beamed, looking down at the little white puffball in her arms.
My stomach twisted wildly at the name, but I smiled for my mom and patted the dog on the head.
“That’s great mom, I never thought you’d ever want a dog.”
“You know, neither did I, but Lelani told me her daughter was selling puppies and I just went to look, but I fell in love,” she laughed, kissing the dog on its little head. I huffed and shook my head, following her inside.
“I’ll take you up to your room, Bella,” Phil smiled. I nodded in response, following him up the stairs.
He took me down the hall to where my room was and left me to my unpacking, promising me he’d keep Renee busy for a while so I could settle in. I responded with an appreciative smile. I loved her but there was nothing I wanted more than some time to settle. I shut the door behind him and turned to take in everything about this new room. It felt brighter and more open than my room at Charlie’s. The walls, bedding, dresser, and desk were all white. The floor was a walnut hardwood flooring, complementing the greys and pastel colors of the decor nicely with the white. There were various small pots of cacti and succulents, decorative pillows arranged neatly on my bed, pastel blue hangers lined my closet. It was all very sophisticated and pretty, almost too pretty to live in. It was definitely a change from my cramped, dark room I had in Forks which ironically was a small, dark town compared to this big, sunny one. Florida and Forks are the most polar opposite places to live, it was only ideal that my rooms in each place were opposite as well. The farther away from my former small-town life I could get the better off I would be.
I decided I would put my clothes away after dinner. Instead, I flopped down onto my new bed and closed my eyes. Renee and Phil were downstairs making dinner, clunking pans around, humming and talking with each other. I was happy they were so happy together, it made me worry about Renee less when I was gone. I sighed, pinpointing different smells like the laundry soap Renee has been using since I was little radiating off my bedding, the dry and warm Florida air wafting into the room from my cracked window, and there’s a faint but distinct smell of dust because I’m sure they’d never touched this room until now. The inevitable feeling of doom looming over my head had a harder time reaching me now, the Florida sun doing its job by outshining my darkness. Hopefully, it would keep it away permanently. For now, I just wanted to adjust to this change.
“Bella, dinners ready!” I heard Renee call.
I let out a content sigh and pushed myself up but before I could head for the door I heard a small bonk on the wood floor beneath me. I looked down and to my surprise, it was the piece of paper Charlie had given me with Jacob Black’s phone number on it. I raised my eyebrows, lost in thought for a moment. Maybe Jacob was exactly what I needed to stay connected to the good part of Forks that I enjoyed, that didn’t debilitate me. I smirked to myself and picked up the paper, setting it on my desk for after dinner. Then, I spun around and headed down for my first dinner with Renee and Phil since before I left for Forks. Here we go.
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#twilight#bella swan#new moon#new moon rewritten#new moon depression#twilight imagine#twilight fanfic#twilight saga#twilight series#fic#fanfic#fanfiction#fan fic tropes#charlie swan#renee dwyer
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Hey y’all, it’s story time! The Prologue
I am back, once again, to smack you in the face with my writing bs! :)))))
I know I already posted this on here but what the heck? I uploaded it to ao3 recently and figured I’d share the link to that story so you guys can read it if you want to!
Behold, the prologue to my Twilight Horror alt. story!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/29155746/chapters/71577681
#twilight#twilight saga#the twilight saga#Bella Swan#deirdre mccarthy#edward cullen#Benjamin Byrne#charlie swan#charlie mccarthy#twilight horror alt.#Harlot writes#Harlot be sharing stories#fic#twilight fic#fan fic#fic rec sorta-ish#does this count as that?#oh who cares
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Who/What I Write & Masterlists
Hi, I’m the writer here at fangirl-writes and this is a little masterpost/list for the fandoms and ships and people I write for. Some of them don’t have any content yet, but if you want to request a fic for said ship or person, feel free.
Requests Are Always Open, how fast I get to your request depends on how inspired I am by it and how much time I have in my personal life.
I write: X Readers, Poly Relationship X Readers, Ship Fics, Ot3 fics, Ot4 fics, etc. Friendship Fics, Fluff, Angst.
I WILL NOT WRITE: Smut (can get a little suggestive), Self-Harm, Suicide, Gore, Mental Illnesses (I don’t feel comfortable writing about what I don’t experience), Abuse, Dark Fics, Sexual Assault, Rape, Pedophilia
All X Readers Female Unless Otherwise Stated Or Requested.
I don’t do transgender reader because I do not feel I could do that justice, as I am not trans. Thank you!
If you don’t see a ship or character you want me to write for, shoot me an ask and I’ll let you know if I feel I can write for them or not!
Who/What I Will Write For:
MBAV: Masterlist
- No Longer Writing For This Series
Outer Banks: Masterlist (not yet)
X Readers -
Boys: John B. Routledge, JJ Maybank, Pope Hayward
Girls: Kiara Carrera, Sarah Cameron
Ships:
Jarah, JJPope, KieSarah, CleoPope, KieCleo
Maybe others if requested
Cloak and Dagger: Masterlist
- No Longer Writing For This Series
Stranger Things: Masterlist (not yet)
X Readers -
Boys: Steve Harrington, Johnathan Byers, Eddie Munson, Argyle
Girls: Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley
Ships -
Joncy, Stonathan, Stoncy, Ronance, Steddie, Jargyle, Buckingham
Mileven, Lumax, Byler, Greatwise
Teen Wolf: Masterlist (not yet)
X Readers -
Boys: Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Liam Dunbar, Theo Raken
Girls: Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, Kira Yukimira, Malia Tate
Ships:
Scallison, Stydia, Sciles, Scira, Scisaac, Malira, Allydia, Thiam
Twilight: Masterlist (not yet)
NOTE: Movie or Fanon verse only because we hate Stephanie Meyer
X Readers -
Boys: Edward Cullen, Jacob Black, Jasper Hale, Emmett Cullen, Seth Clearwater, Embry Call, Quil Ateara, Jared Cameron, Paul Lahote
Girls: Bella Swan, Alice Cullen, Rosalie Hale, Leah Clearwater
Ships:
Bedward, Jella, Jalice, Rosemett, Carlesme, Blackwater, Rosella, Jaspella, Balice, Jakeward, Bellicper, Jacobelaward
Dead Poets Society: Masterlist (not yet)
X Readers -
Neil Perry, Todd Anderson, Charlie Dalton, Knox Overstreet, Steven Meeks, Gerard Pitts
Ships:
Anderperry, Cheeks, Knarlie, Mitts, Daltonperry
The Outsiders: Masterlist (not yet)
X Reader -
Darry Curtis, Sodapop Curtis, Keith “Two-Bit” Matthews, Steve Randle, Dallas Winston
Ships:
N/A
The Breakfast Club: Masterlist (not yet)
X Readers -
John Bender, Claire Standish, Andrew “Andy” Clark, Allison Reynolds, Brian Johnson
Ships:
Any pairing between the main five or maybe a crossover ship if you’re into that.
Footloose: Masterlist (nah)
Note: Not really a fan of the remake but I’ll do it. Requests for the original are much appreciated though 🥰
X Readers -
Ren McCormack, Ariel Moore, Willard Hewitt, Rusty Rodriguez, Woody (no last name for this guy, apparently)
Ships:
Any within the canon or a crossover if you’re into that
Hunger Games: Masterlist (not yet)
X Readers -
Katniss Everdeen, Peeta Mellark, Finnick Odair, Johanna Mason, Annie Cresta
Ships:
Everlark, Gadge, Odesta, Hayffie
The Maze Runner: Masterlist (not yet)
X Readers -
Thomas, Newt, Minho, Frypan, Winston, Gally, Teresa, Brenda, Aris
Ships:
Newtmas, Thominho, Minewt, Thominewt, Brederesa
Descendants: Masterlist
- No Longer Writing For This Series
Merlin: Masterlist (not yet)
X Readers -
Merlin, Arthur Pendragon, Gwaine, Lancelot, Guinevere, Leon, Eleon, Percival, Morgana, Mordred
Ships:
Merthur, Arwen, Mergwen, Gwencelot, Morgwen, Perwaine
Julie and the Phantoms: Masterlist (not yet)
X Readers -
Julie Molina, Luke Patterson (pansexual king 👑), Reggie Peters
Male Reader or Platonic only: Alex Mercer, Willie
Ships:
Juke, Willex, Ruke, Lalex, Julie x Nick
Request others and we’ll see
Avatar the Last Airbender: Masterlist (not yet)
X Readers -
Boys: Aang, Sokka, Zuko, Jet, Haru, Teo
Girls: Katara, Toph, Suki, Mai, Ty Lee, Azula
Ships:
Zutara, Taang, Sukka, Yukka, Mailee , Yueki, Teoaang, On jaang, Jinko, Yuetara, Yueko, Ty Luko
Maybe others if you request them
Big Hero 6: Masterlist (not yet)
X Readers:
Hiro Hamada, Tadashi Hamada, Gogo Tomago, Honey Lemon, Wasabi No-Ginger, Fred Frederickson
Ships:
Tadahoney, Gogodashi, Gogozilla (Fred x Gogo), Honeysabi, Honeyfred, Fredsabi, Honeygogo, Gogosabi
Hiro x his age appropriate love interests
Crossovers if that’s something you’re into.
5 Seconds Of Summer: Masterlist (not yet)
X Readers
Luke Hemmings, Michael Clifford, Calum Hood, Ashton Irwin
Ships: Real People. No shipping.
Queen/BoRhap: Masterlist
- No Longer Writing For This Series
Smosh: Masterlist (nope)
X Readers -
Boys: Anthony Padilla, Ian Hecox, Shayne Topp, Damien Haas, Keith Leak Jr., Noah Grossman, Chanse McCrary, Spencer Agnew
Girls: Courtney Miller, Angela Giarratana, Arasha Lalani
Ships: Real People. No shipping.
Miscellaneous:
X Readers -
Tom Holland, Andrew Garfield, Ben Barnes, Harry Styles, Niall Horan, Timothee Chalamet, Indiana Jones, Trevor Spengler (Ghostbusters: Afterlife), Jack Frost (Rise of the Guardians), Howl Pendragon (Howl’s Moving Castle)
Maybe other actors/musicians/characters if you request them
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Lavender's Blue {1}
A/N: I spent three days exclusively reading Paul/Bella fics and needed to add my own twist to them.
Warnings: Language
Summary: Bella Swan was missing and the only thing connected to her was the Cullens. Sam finds her, but Paul can’t shake the feeling that there’s something suspicious. He doesn’t understand it, but he needs to be sure that Bella Swan is safe, at least for one night.
Rating: M
Word Count: 1,035
There were a lot of things that Paul Lahote believed he didn’t deserve in this world, a family, love, or kindness were at the top of the list. Life hadn’t dealt him the best cards. Becoming a werewolf was a reprieve from the shit he had been living with. The ground under his paws when he ran, the breeze in his fur, it was everything for him. Sure, there was a purpose to his existence as a wolf, but he doubted that he would need to face it in his lifetime. Then the Swan girl went missing and all hell broke loose.
Sam phased into the wolf and called Paul and Jared to him. Swan just called Billy. Bella went to the forest with Cullen, she hasn’t been back. Billy ordered a search. Sam informed the two.
Why the fuck should we go looking for some leech lover? Paul grumbled.
Because, if there is any chance they violated the treaty, we will need to take action. Sam stated. Fan out, search for her in the forest, be on the look out for the leech.
On it. Jared answered, bounding into the forest at Sam’s command.
Paul tilted his head to Sam, What if they did violate the treaty?
Sam’s shoulders dropped, Then it’s war. Now go see if we can find her. And Paul, don’t hesitate if she’s changed.
Paul nodded and ran in the opposite direction of Jared. Don’t hesitate. Echoed in his mind, as a wolf, he had been a guardian and a protector. He knew what that entailed, but he wasn’t sure if he could do it. Not to the Swan girl, even if her choice in boyfriends was the fucking worst. Someone who didn’t have ties to anyone, he probably wouldn’t hesitate. Searching for an hour didn’t bring the Swan girl in his sights, he grumbled, she was somewhere in the woods because of a fucking vamp. He heard Sam howl, he had found her. Paul raced in the direction of the howl, catching Jared at his side.
You think she’s changed? Jared asked.
I don’t think Sam would be this calm if she was a vamp. Paul answered, breaking into the meadow to see Sam, phased into human form with the girl in his arms.
“She’s still human.” Sam said to the two. “She’s cold, probably gonna be sick. Hopefully she doesn’t have hypothermia.”
Paul phased out of his wolf. “So what, he just left her out here?”
“I don’t know.” Sam said, “I didn’t catch any scents older than a few hours. I think he’s gone.”
“Why would he just leave her out here?” Paul asked, “It doesn’t make sense.”
Sam sighed. “I’ll get her back to Charlie, you two run the perimeter, see if you catch anything.”
Paul nodded and phased back into the wolf. It doesn’t make sense. He kept repeating.
Why do you care? She’s not a vamp, she’s alive. We can move on.
Paul shook his head, he didn’t have a reason that this mattered, it just did. It just seems weird.
I think everything is always going to be weird. Jared answered, turning away from Paul to start his rounds.
Paul started running the lines of the reservation and Forks, there wasn’t a hint of any vampires. He closed out his circle back at the Swan residence. The doctor was leaving now, the search party cars gone. He watched the doctor drive away from the house before turning his focus back towards the house.
A light on the top floor was on, he saw someone moving in it. He recognized Charlie’s voice. “Bells, baby, do you need anything?” The girl didn’t respond, her heart beat was the only indicator he had that she was alive. “Just let me know if you need something, I’m here.”
The light turned off and he listened as Charlie fell asleep, he monitored Bella’s breathing waiting for her to lull herself to sleep. He started back into the forest, but something pulled at his gut, he laid at the tree line. His ears pricked when he heard a twig snap.
It’s just me. Sam’s voice invaded his mind. What are you doing here?
Paul struggled for a moment, trying to find the reason he was here. He wasn’t even sure. Something doesn’t feel right.
Sam’s head tilted at his response. You gonna stay here all night?
Paul wanted nothing more than to go back to his bed, but something told him to stay. I’ll get home tomorrow, have Jared check perimeters in the morning.
Paul could hear Sam trying to make sense of what was happening in front of him. The older wolf was baffled by his behavior. If you’re sure.
I’m sure. She’ll be safe tonight. Paul was firm. She would be safe.
You’ve never been one to volunteer for extra work.
Paul grumbled as a response.
I’ll see you tomorrow. Howl if you need anything.
Paul nodded towards the alpha, who took that as his dismissal and made his way home. Paul rested his head on his front paws, eyes landing back on the girl’s window. It was going to be an easy night, there wasn’t anything that was going to happen. Around one in the morning he heard a whimper from the room, that quickly turned into a scream. He was up in an instant, under the window. Not sure how the cop would react to a giant wolf climbing a tree, but it was an option he wasn’t going to overlook.
“Bella?” He heard Charlie’s panicked voice. “Bella, Bella, it’s only a dream!” Her breathing slowed, Paul assumed she was awake. “Bella?”
“Sorry Dad, sorry.” He heard her state before she began to sob, and Paul flinched with each sob and made his way back to the tree line.
Bella Swan was alive, but she was hurting, and there wasn’t any telling how long she would hurt. Maybe it was just a regular heart break, but there was a vampire involved, multiple vampires. There were a lot of loose ends connected to the girl sobbing herself to sleep. And Paul was going to spend the rest of the night telling himself that it didn’t matter.
#paul lahote#paul/bella#paul lahote x bella#paul lahote x bella swan#twilight#fic#twilight fic#imprinting#why do I feel the need to write multiple twilight stories?#why doesn't my brain want to finish other stories?
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NEW FAN FICTION WOO!
A VAMPIRE AND A WITCH END UP IN A BOND
So in my FanFics about Marcus in the here and now, he is happy and has a new chance at love, he gets a new portrait done. TA-DA.
-drools- mmmm yummy. -shakes head- mmkay.
I edited this from a photo of the actor and just winged it. I think I did pretty damn good!!! Tagging my favorite vampire blogs!!!
So in essence the Fan Fiction starts right during the trial after Edward is stupid. (there is Edward bashing but he gets his head out his ass) I also diverge from Canon a Ton. SO MANY HC'S --it is kind of a crack fic, but it is hilariously funny I've had to stop writing several times because I've been wheezing.
NO ONE CAN TELL ME THE VOLTURI WOULD BE BORING.
Together they are a wild bunch and Lilith who is a Witch (expanded universe AU) turns out to be Marcus' second mate. She has been close friends with the Swans (Charlie kinda adopted her) and the Cullens for a long time while maintaining her secret.
Cue hilarity, courting, Marcus' history and Aro being a meddling mother fucker. Caius and Dora are sadistic and adorable, Sulpricia is everyone's mom and Keeping Aro from 'world domination' while Athena keeps Caius from self imploding.
Marcus is still fed up with everyone's shit. Why was he given a five foot three tiny witch who has a temper of a demon straight from hell and eyes like puss in boots-- this isn't fair.
Afton is going to have a heart attack because no one knows how to deal with a witch and witches don't really know how to deal with vampires.
Magic Makes Messes kids!
The fae are real and they cause chaos.
There are abusers who get their just desserts because Marcus is REALLY fed up with their shit.
Oh and smut. Did I mention smut?
Like... lots of it.
To Quote Sulpricia when she and the gang in their chat room labeled : Get Mr. Killjoy fucking LAID.
Sully" is anyone going to mention that things explode when witches get frisky?...no one.... ???"
Athenadora: "buy....more....lightbulbs...."
@volterran-wine
@mytwilightimagines13
@the-witch-of-minds
@raindancer2004
@like-rain-or-confetti
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