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Hey! Congrats on 100 followers! 🩵 How about a meme with Garrett to celebrate?
#thanks for the request!!! 🤍#100 followers celebration#garrett twilight#garrett#twilight memes#twilight renaissance#breaking dawn#asks
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I love it. I felt like Jasper need to realize the animal diet was not working for him. He needs to learn sometimes trying something new does not always goes as planned.
Twilight
Jasper x Mom reader
The reader is Jasper's mom from when he was human. She was turned after he left for the army and believed he had died. She has long brown hair. She has the ability to speak any language just by touch. Garrett is her mate.
feel free to add anything..
Awww
❝my sweet boy❞
✭ pairing : jasper hale x reader x garrett
✭ fandom : twilight
✭ summary : jasper keeps his past very tight lipped but when his mother turns up suddenly and get this she’s engaged to his adoptive fathers old friend, Garrett.
✭ authors note : fast as i can real delulu yelling out my man!
✭ twilight masterlist
In the heart of the forest, (Y/N) stood with her mate Garrett, a bond that had grown stronger through centuries of shared experiences. Her long brown hair cascaded down her shoulders, a stark contrast to the shimmering silver of her eyes. (Y/N) possessed an extraordinary ability, one that allowed her to understand and speak any language simply by touching the person. A skill that had come in handy during their nomadic existence.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting hues of orange and pink across the sky, (Y/N) felt a wave of nostalgia wash over her. She often thought about her human life, a time when she had been a mother to a young man named Jasper. He had left for war, only for her to receive news of his tragic demise shortly after. It was a pain that had never truly healed.
"Garrett," she said softly, her voice carrying the weight of memories. "There's something I need to tell you."
Garrett turned his gaze toward her, concern etched into his features. "What is it, love?"
Taking a deep breath, (Y/N) began recounting the tale of her human life, her voice tinged with sadness. "I had a son, Jasper. He left for war, and I was told he never returned. That he died on the battlefield."
Garrett's expression shifted from concern to surprise. "Jasper? I think I know him."
(Y/N)’s heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean? How could you know him?"
Garrett's eyes met hers, his voice laced with a mix of uncertainty and realization. "I think he survived, (Y/N). I believe he was adopted by an old friend of mine after he was turned."
(Y/N)'s heart raced, hope and disbelief warring within her. "That can't be true. I was told he died. Are you certain?"
Garrett nodded, conviction in his gaze. "I've seen him, (Y/N). He's part of a coven, the Cullens, and I've crossed paths with him. He's a vampire now."
Tears welled up in (Y/N)’s eyes, emotions swirling as memories resurfaced. She felt a mixture of joy and sorrow, the prospect of seeing her son again too overwhelming to ignore.
"Take me to him, Garrett," she implored. "Please, I need to see him."
Garrett's expression softened, his fingers gently brushing against (Y/N)’s cheek. "Of course, my love. If he's truly your son, you deserve to reunite."
With a newfound determination, (Y/N) and Garrett embarked on a journey to find the Cullen coven. As they approached the house, (Y/N)’s heart raced with anticipation. The prospect of seeing Jasper again, even in his immortal form, was almost too much to bear.
The door opened, revealing a strikingly beautiful family. A tall, blonde vampire with a strong yet gentle demeanor stepped forward.
"Hello," he greeted warmly. "I'm Carlisle Cullen. How can we help you?"
Y/N took a deep breath, her fingers tightening around Garrett's hand. "I'm (Y/N). This is Garrett. We've come to see someone. Someone named Jasper."
Carlisle's expression shifted from curiosity to understanding. "Ah, you must be (Y/N). Jasper has spoken of you."
Emotion choked (Y/N)’s voice. "May we see him? Please."
Carlisle nodded and stepped aside, allowing them entry. (Y/N)’s heart raced as she caught sight of him. Jasper stood a short distance away, his golden eyes meeting hers with a mixture of shock and recognition.
"Mother?" he whispered, his voice barely audible.
Tears streamed down (Y/N)’s cheeks as she took a step forward, her fingers trembling with a mixture of longing and joy. "Jasper, my sweet boy."
In an instant, they were wrapped in an embrace that transcended time and pain. (Y/N) held her son tightly, her heart finally finding the closure it had desperately sought for centuries.
As the Cullens watched the reunion unfold, a tangible bond of family and love, they understood the weight of the moment. (Y/N) had unearthed a piece of her past, and in doing so, had forged a new chapter in her immortal life.
Jasper's eyes remained locked with (Y/N)’s, disbelief and shock written across his face. He had thought his mother was long gone, lost to the ravages of time and the cruel circumstances of his transformation. And yet, here she stood before him, a living testament to the unexpected twists of fate.
"Mother," Jasper managed to choke out, his voice trembling with a mix of emotions. "Is it really you?"
Tears glistened in (Y/N)’s eyes as she nodded, her voice barely more than a whisper. "Yes, Jasper. It's me, my dear boy."
Emotion washed over Jasper, the floodgates of memories opening wide. His human life, the love he had for his mother, the pain of parting, all of it surged to the forefront of his mind. He stepped closer, his arms hesitantly encircling her once more, the years of separation melting away in that simple embrace.
"You were turned," Jasper murmured, his voice a mixture of wonder and realization. "You've become like me."
(Y/N) nodded, her fingers gently brushing against his cheek. "Yes, after I believed you were gone, the pain was too much to bear. Garrett found me, and he changed me."
Jasper's gaze shifted to Garrett, his eyes narrowing slightly as he assessed the man who stood beside his mother. Garrett, for his part, met Jasper's gaze with a mixture of understanding and respect.
"I owe you an explanation," Garrett said calmly. "Your mother and I are mates now."
Jasper's eyes widened, the gravity of the situation settling in. "Mates?"
(Y/N$ nodded, her fingers intertwining with Garrett's. "Yes, Jasper. Garrett has been by my side for centuries. He's helped me heal, helped me find a new purpose."
Jasper's emotions were a whirlwind—confusion, surprise, and an underlying sense of happiness for his mother. He glanced back at (Y/N), his eyes searching her face for answers.
"You're engaged?" Jasper asked, his tone a mixture of surprise and curiosity.
(Y/N) smiled softly, a blush touching her cheeks. "Yes, we are."
Garrett added, his voice filled with genuine warmth, "Jasper, your mother is an extraordinary woman. We've found strength and love in each other."
Jasper's expression softened, his initial reservations giving way to a growing acceptance of the situation. He had been through enough in his immortal life to know that love could be found in the most unexpected places.
"I'm glad you found each other," Jasper said, his voice sincere. "You deserve happiness, Mom."
(Y/N)’s smile widened, relief and gratitude evident in her eyes. "Thank you, Jasper."
As the trio stood together, the weight of the past and the promise of the future intertwined, Jasper felt a sense of belonging he hadn't experienced in a long time. The reunion had brought about an unexpected twist in his immortal existence, one that would forever change the dynamics of his relationship with his mother and her mate.
In that moment, Jasper realized that even in the world of vampires and eternal life, connections could be mended and new bonds formed. And as he looked at (Y/N) and Garrett, hand in hand, he knew that their love story was a testament to the resilience of the human heart, even in the face of immortality.
#x reader#x reader one shot#x reader oneshot#twilight imagine#twilight imagines#twilight scenario#twilight masterlist#twilight#garrett twilight#garrett imagine#garrett x you#garrett x reader#garrett imagines#garrett x y/n#jasper hale x reader#jasper hale imagines#jasper hale x you#jasper hale x y/n#jasper hale#jasper hale imagine
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Hello! I'd love to see Garrett from Twilight with a soulmate au! I'd love to see him with a human mate, he'd be such a smitten kitten for her for sure! I'm open to the clock running down and them meeting or the red string and finding each other, or other ideas if you have one in mind.
Please and thank you!!
(A/N: I had such a fun time writing this piece! Soulmate Au's are truly one of my favorites. Thank you for such a lovely request, I hope you enjoy the fic💕)
Forever? Forever.
Pairing: Garrett x Human! Reader
Soulmate! Au (red string)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the twilight characters, nor do I claim them as my own. This work is purely fictional.
Summary: You had always been told your soulmate was dead. That your string was never fully red because they were no longer here. Imagine your surprise when your soulmate does exist..just as a vampire. A vampire that absolutely adores you at that.
‼️TW‼️: mentions of death, mentions of eating a bunny (should that be a warning, idk??)
Word Count: 2,034 (I got a bit carried away)
Everyone was born with a red string, one that connected you to your soulmate. Most people had it wrapped around their finger or their wrist, but not you. Your string sprouted from your wrist as if it grew within your very veins. Not only that, but the further the string got from you, the paler it got, almost as if it was losing color. Everyone had told you that it meant your soulmate was dead, or dying, but something told you otherwise.
Unlike everyone else, your string came with sensations. Not anything weird, just feelings. Feelings of warmth whenever your hands would shake, or a sudden chill whenever you had a fever, almost as if your soulmate was comforting you. Oddly enough these occurrences never bothered you, in fact, they made you feel less alone.
You weren’t always alone. You had a family, friends, and past lovers, but it was never enough. Despite how great they were, they made you feel suffocated. You wanted more, so you got more. Within a night you had packed a suitcase and moved to Forks, Washington where you worked early shifts at the local diner, and took night classes at the local college. It was nothing fancy, but it made you feel alive. The rush of moving somewhere new, where no one knew your name or your face felt like a breath of fresh air. The feeling of running on a few hours of sleep so that you could fit work, class, and exploration into your day was euphoric…until it wasn’t.
After a year you had grown bored of the quaint town. Its same blue hue became dull and the rush soon became tiring. The only thing you had left was the woods. Now, as ominous as it sounds, the woods in Forks seemed guarded. Somewhere you constantly felt watched but not in a horrifying, murderous way. The forests become your safe haven for early-morning readings and late-night strolls.
..and also the place where you first met him.
It had been stormy that morning. The power at the diner had been knocked out and with no backup generator, they let the staff go home. You decided to take a cut through the forest instead of hailing a cab. Was it the best decision? Absolutely not, but you weren’t the only one who had made it. Halfway down your path, you stumbled upon a fellow holding a rabbit. His eyes found you before you found him. His eyes followed your red string back to his own. He was mated to a human, how fascinating.
His thoughts seem to escape him for a moment as he murmured, “A human.”
“ An odd man” You shot back quickly. His mouth stretches into a grin at your wit. You clearly had some spunk to you, and he liked spunk.
“This odd man does have a name. I’m Garrett, and you?” Garrett noticed that you had yet to take notice of the tautness of your string, of the connection it bore to him. Little did he know that you had given up on finding your soulmate after years of being told that they were dead.
Ignoring his question, your eyes flickered down to the rabbit still in his hands, “ Why are you holding a rabbit?”
“ I’m sheltering it from the rain” That was a lie. Garrett had intended to feed off of the bunny, as he hadn’t had a feeding since he arrived to help the Cullens. However, upon your scrutinizing gaze, he deemed it best to release the poor thing. It’s not as if the small creature would fulfill his diet anyway.
“Right. Nice meeting you then, Garrett” The name tag on your uniform seemed to gleam at him through the rain as you began to walk away.
“ I take it everything in town is closed down then?” Your eyes shot to Garrett’s in confusion while he continued, “Unless you normally parade through the forest in waitress attire.”
“ A few places remain open, such as the hospital. Which is where I’ll end up if I don’t get out of this rain.” Despite the intrigue nagging at the back of your mind, you turned away from Garrett and continued on your way. Missing the way he grinned at your remark.
“ It was nice meeting you as well!” Garrett called after you before murmuring to himself, “Let’s hope our paths cross again soon.”
And soon it was. The second time you met Garrett he was sat on the floor of the town’s library. The floor of the romance section to be exact. His hair was dry this time, allowing you to see its naturally curly state. The only odd thing being the clothes he wore. They were the exact same pair you had seen him in days ago, and truthfully they looked like they were from another time.
“Are you going to stare at me all day or actually speak to me?” Garrett turned his head to look at you. His eyes swept over your comfy attire with a small smile. You looked much more relaxed in your casual clothing than in a wet work uniform.
“I wasn’t staring” You grumbled, “ I was just surprised to see you in the romance section is all.”
Garrett stood and dusted himself off, “ Meeting me in the forest one time is enough to tell you about my reading preferences? Besides, I wanted to see what keeps the romantics entertained these days”
“Fair enough” You shrug. Your eyes scan the shelves for a moment before settling on the top row. You reach up for the book you wanted, but it remained just out of your reach. A warmth, like the one you often felt through your string, surrounded you from behind. Turning your head you saw Garrett reaching past you to grab the book with ease.
He hands it down to you with a smirk, “ I believe this what you wanted, my lady”
“Thank you” Your voice was quiet as it caught in the back of your throat. You weren’t meek by any means but his eyes had taken you off guard. They were red, not like the auburn shade his hair was, but a blood red. You pulled your eyes from his, trailing them over his pale skin until you reached his hands. A silent gasp left your lips as you noticed that Garret’s thread also sprouted from his wrist and that it was pale blue. You shifted your wrist in curiosity, waiting to see if Garrett’s thread would move. When it did your eyes snapped back up to his. Garrett was looking at you softly, yet intently.
“Are you..” You couldn’t even bring yourself to say it.
“-Dead?” Garrett finished. You nodded silently, awaiting an answer. Garrett simply looked down at the novel in your hands. Once you followed his gaze it all clicked. Empire of the Vampire.
“Oh..you’re-..you” None of your words felt right. Were you terrified, or curious? Excited perhaps?
Garrett hooked a finger beneath your chin, guiding you to look up at him again, “ Does it bother you?”
The waiting expression in his eyes almost seemed sad, “ No, should it?”
“ No. Just because I’m a monstrous thing does not mean I would harm you” Garrett reassured, “ I’ve grown far too attached to you to hurt you, my dear human.”
Heat blossomed within your chest alongside confusion. The challenging look in your eye that Garrett had come to cherish returned quickly, “ You’ve only just met me.”
“ I’ve known about you for ages. Your heartbeat thrummed through my thread and your feelings flooded my head” As if on cue, the warmth you’ve felt all your life thrummed through the thread and into your veins. It all made sense now. All these years Garrett had been your source of comfort while you had been his taste of humanity.
You exhaled softly, “Where do we go from here?”
“Wherever you want. You could forget this ever happened and continue your life as is-” The thought of continuing your boring day-to-day with the knowledge of Garrett in the back of your mind felt criminal.
You were quick to interrupt, “-I don’t want to forget you. I want us to figure this out together.”
“ Then, by all means, tell me where to start and I’ll follow”, Garrett spoke. He was closer this time, so close that the tip of his nose almost touched yours.
You took a deep breath, “Start by telling me everything.”
And so he did. The two of you sat on the floor of the romance section without a care for time. You leaned against the bookshelf as Garrett told you stories of his life and transformation, only pausing when other people passed by. Eventually, he told you about his thread. How it had started around his wrist but then sunk into the skin when he turned into a vampire. After what seemed like hours, Garrett offered to walk you home, in exchange for stories about your own life. Right before the two of you reached your home, Garrett explained the situation with the Cullens. He didn’t want to potentially die in a vampire battle and leave you completely in the dark. Surprisingly, you took it better than he imagined, though he could still feel your worry through the thread.
“Don’t worry about me, dear human. I have been in many wars” His hands cradled the sides of your face as he looked down at you, “Now inside you go. It is nearly sunrise and you have yet to sleep.”
“Where will you be tomorrow?” You inquire with longing brewing in your eyes. Part of you felt like he would vanish with the wind.
Garrett chuckles softly, “I have to check in with Carlisle, but don’t fret, I shall be here when you wake in the morning”
“I could come with you-”
Garrett shakes his head firmly, “ No, some of the others don’t have control of their bloodlust and I would rather keep you alive and safe.”
“Alright, I suppose I’ll see you in the morning then” You detach yourself from his presence and turn to head inside. Once you reach the door, you turn to wave at him once more. He uncrosses his arms for a brief moment to wave back. You dream of him that night, of what your life could’ve been had you been born in his era. Garrett perched himself on a tree as you slept. Staying close enough to keep track of your heartbeat, but not so close that you felt overwhelmed.
By the time you woke, Garrett had run to Carlisle’s and back already. The run down for the day didn’t take nearly as much time as he thought. He was back in the tree by the time you left the house for the day.
“No work uniform today either?” He observed.
“Nope, I have today off” You informed him,” Figured I would visit somewhere for lunch, care to join me?”
Garrett jumped down from the tree, landing skillfully behind you as you began walking, “ I would never say no to time with you, dear human.”
“You’re cheesy” You fought back the blush that coated your cheeks.
“I prefer to call myself a hopeless romantic, thank you very much” Garrett snarked, “Speaking of romantics, how about I carry you? We would arrive much faster.”
You snorted out a laugh, “ No thank you. Not every woman is comfortable being picked up off her feet, Garrett”
“Your independence is going to be the death of my romanticism, just as the British were to peace” He mumbled.
You stopped walking to face him, “ Did you just compare me to the British invasion?”
“ Is this the part where I lie or say sorry?” Garrett teased, walking to you with his hands behind his back.
You shook your head with a chuckle, “ The universe expects me to spend forever with you and yet you’ve already insulted me before our first date. Perhaps it should reconsider.”
“ Perhaps it shouldn’t” Garrett hummed, “Not as if it has any say in the matter anymore. You’re stuck with me forever.”
Your eyes twinkled at the thought, “ Forever?”
Garrett leaned down until his nose touched yours again, “ Forever.”
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#lee pace#leeepfrog#brother day#foundation#emperor cleon#garrett twilight#vampires#twilight#breaking dawn#character comparison
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new beginnnings [garrett denali]
description: could you do a Garrett x wolf shapeshifter Irish reader where Garrett meets the reader during a visit to the Cullens during the Christmas holidays. This is after the battle to see if Renesmee is an immortal child or not. He finds out that she is a wolf shapeshifter. He thinks she is part of the pack, but Esme tells him that she just became part of their family after her grandfather (who raised the reader by himself, was a friend of the Cullens and knew of the supernatural world due to having many different kinds of shapeshifters in the family) passed away. She is very quiet during the holidays, he thinks it's because he makes her nervous but when she speaks to him on Christmas Eve, she tells him that she just misses her grandfather. He stays for a bit longer and celebrates Christmas with the Cullens and the reader.
requested by: @futurequeen2018-blog
warnings: none
thanks for requesting! merry christmas <3
"you've been staring at her for a very long time." an amused voice came up behind garrett and the vampire jumped, not used to being snuck up on. he whipped around, glaring at esme cullen's teasing expression.
"i'm not staring at anyone." he argued, though his scarlet eyes betrayed him when his gaze fell back on the irish wolf girl sitting alone by the fire.
truthfully, he had been watching her for a couple days now - since he had arrived at the cullens' house in order to witness for bella and edward's hybrid daughter. the girl was quiet, a mystery to garrett. he hadn't seen her speak much to anyone, even the boys that she had to be a part of.
"she doesn't talk much." garrett said quietly, not sure if the girl could hear him or not.
"she doesn't." esme agreed. "though, now that she's lived with us for a while, she has opened up a bit and talks quite a bit when it's just the family."
garrett snapped his attention to esme again, not quite understanding what she was meaning. "she lives here? i bet that pack of wolves love that."
"she's not in their pack." esme shook her head. "she comes from a long lines of shapeshifters and her grandfather - who was a very close friend of mine and carlisle's - raised her. we took her in once he passed."
the vampire thought for a moment, figuring it made sense. she really didn't talk to anyone outside of the cullen clan and avoided garrett like the plague - he figured it was because unknown vampires made the wolf uneasy but maybe she just didn't care for him.
seemed unlikely.
"she's a very kind girl." esme said, though her voice sounded a hint sad. "she's had a hard time since her grandfather passed, though. i think things are just now starting to look up for her."
garrett only nodded in response, his eyes still locked on the girl who'd had his attention for days now. he only wished she would pay attention to him back.
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"you seem like you're in deep thought." it was the second time someone had snuck up on him in a matter of hours and garrett was really beginning to wonder if something was wrong with him.
this time, though, it wasn't esme. the voice was different, lighter and held a pretty accent. he turned his head, catching eyes with the shapeshifter. she smiled at him briefly, before tucking her head and joining him on a log.
"seems like i'm not the only one." garrett answered after a minute, trying to gather himself from the shock of her starting a conversation with him. "you seem like you're always lost in thought."
"hmm, sometimes i am." she hummed. the girl studied him for a moment. "the holidays are a hard time for me. with christmas just right around the corner, i always think of my family."
"i heard about your grandfather." he nodded, offering silent support.
her lips quirked a bit, almost in a wince, and she dropped her head, letting a curtain of hair fall in front of her face. "yeah, he meant a lot to me. raised me most of my life, so we were really close."
"i imagine." garrett answered. "loss can be hard and dealing with it around holidays can be even harder since you've made so many memories over the years. grieving a little more during this time makes sense."
she lifted her head then, her pretty eyes watching him in interest. it was almost like she was searching for something in him, and she must have found whatever she was looking for because she smiled at garrett, brightly.
"i've been wanting to come up and talk to you, but truthfully, you made me a bit nervous." she giggled, like the idea was absurd now. "but now i can see that there was nothing to be worried about."
a warmth filled garrett's chest as the girl next to him continued to laugh and he felt himself wanting to join along with her. "what made you decide to do it then?"
she shrugged. "it's christmas. what better time to try something new, right?"
"right." garrett answered immediately, and the pair smiled at each other again. garrett had a feeling this was going to blossom into something beautiful, and he couldn't wait to see what it formed.
#twilight#twilight imagine#twilight imagines#twilight x reader#twilight oneshot#garrett twilight#garrett denali#garrett denali imagine#garrett twilight imagines#christmas 2023
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Wait hold on I’m ok to something…
The Gambitverse
(Aka every franchise has a gambit)
Gambit
Disney Princess!Gambit
Vampire!Gambit
Arthurian!Gambit
Star Trek!Gambit
#cgtalks#give me a show movie comic and I’ll find a gambit to fall in love with#gambit#marvel#Merlin#gwaine#star trek#thadiun okona#Disney#tangled#flynn rider#twilight#garrett twilight
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Finding a good character Spotify playlist is hard cause I want THEIR playlist not a playlist of their vibes.
Like no I don’t think they listen to this artist. Does the song apply to them? Yes. Do I love this song? Yes, but they wouldn’t play it themselves.
Like I want a playlist they created themselves.
Yeah, we can joke and say they’d listen to this or that, but they actually wouldn’t and it so weird when a one of those songs pop up.
It’ll still be a great playlist. But not THAT characters playlist.
#stiles stilinski#derek hale#daryl dixon#thomas shelby#roman godfrey#peter rumancek#hannibal lecter#will graham#eddie munson#warren peace#Beau sinclair#damon salvatore#elijah mikaelson#klaus mikaelson#eli goldsworthy#draco malfoy#seth gecko#frank castle#twd negan#dean winchester#kit walker#any rory culkin character#any cillian Murphy character#garrett twilight#edward cullen#any Hayden Christensen character#jax teller#spencer reid#chandler bing#and why do they all have daddy issues on it. like do I have a type or is that song just overused. I probably have a type that that song fits
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Lee Pace behind the scene moment in Twilight: Breaking Dawn pt 2 .
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Garrett portrayed by Aiden Turner
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garrett denali dating hc?please?
A/N: Hi! I don't know how good this is but I hope you'll like it. Also reader is a vampire in this one.
-S
+200ish words.
You met Garrett when the Cullens invited people as witnesses.
One day you got really overwhelmed with all the new people inside, so you quietly left outside.
While you were taking your little walk to calm down you came across Garrett who was sitting in a tree.
Even though you met then you didn’t exchange any words, instead you climbed to the tree as well without saying a word.
Garrett will flirt with you even before you started to date.
Your friendship doesn’t really change a lot when you finally start to date.
As a boyfriend Garrett is pretty into PDA, but not in an obnoxious way. He likes to hold your hand and gives you tiny kisses every once in a while.
If you have any special powers Garrett will be very intrigued by them and might ask for you to use them on him if you can control them in such a way.
Also, powers or not Garrett loves to tell everyone how powerful and beautiful his partner is. He is really proud of you no matter how non-impressive things you do.
Overall, Garrett is a pretty good boyfriend.
#garrett denali#garrett twilight#the twilight series#the twilight renaissance#the twilight saga#twilight#twilight x reader#twilight hc#twilight saga#vampire reader
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Thranduil and Josie Pt. 172- Nightmares and Dreamscapes
Summary: Rahl suffers the karma of a wicked silverbane trip that holds familiar faces, but only one is real. Best friends once of light ironically unite as allies of the dark. Leeanduil reacts to her mother's changes. Some playtime almost turns deadly as Josie's hypersensitive rage "snowballs". Legolas safeguards Lola, but not from Josie. Haldir's magic is needed again. Jo learns the past truths and her reaction is predominantly as Haldir had presumed it would be. Haldir takes control of an undisclosed plan after she turns on him. Garrett goes on a Jim Morrison trip and it's quite lucid. An old feathered friend soon comes in his time of need.
*Chapter Warnings* language, angst, nightmares, smut, sexual language, death, graphic depictions, blood and gore, violence,
Chapter characters: Rahl, Narcisse, Julian, Josie, Legolas, Lola, Leeanduil, random warlocks, Haldir, Josselyn, Bash, Garrett, Sarah, Ryan, Rosie, Freddy the crow,
Chapter word count: 11,797
Stories Stories Stories Masterlist:
"AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" Rahl screamed from the cockroach infested grave that the silverbane poisoning had tossed him into and as the petrified warlock awoke from that nightmare, he found himself much deeper than 6 feet under as he delved into the abyss of another one.
"Wake up Rahl." a familiar voice deeply commanded.
Naked as the day he was born, he awoke in perdition and fearfully laid alongside a feces filled cluster of ailing and wailing sinners, all being cooked alive in the burning bowels of hellfire and brimstone....and now it was his turn.
As evil as Darken Rahl was, even he feared Hell and the one who ruled it, the Keeper of eternal damnation, the notorious angelic demon of many names better known as Satan himself, but it wasn't Lucifer who greeted him, for it wasn't really Hell. It was Stephane's special rendition of it, his chain bound iron box accommodated solely for domesticating Rahl. In Rahl's misapprehended mind though, Stephane WAS bad old Beelzebub and just like in the grave, Stephane's voice teased and taunted him from the darkness above.
"Welcome back Lord Rahl. They always say a third time's a charm. I've kept your soiled bed nice and warm for you as you can see, or maybe I should say...feel?"
"NO! No...let me out of here Master. This is a mistake. I am not supposed to be here! Not again. Not again!"
The voice echoed in thunderous laughter. "Yes, I am the true Master, aren't I? I was so very certain this was just your style. Surely, with all you have done, you didn't think you would see the pearly gates now did you? What goes around always comes back around. I would agree that you are right where you belong for locking me away. A taste of your own medicine indeed. Sorry, not sorry though, that there's no sugar to help wash it down."
"Yes...yes there is. Josephine!! Help me!!"
"Oh she is sweet alright, but not for you. She is only sweet for Stephane....which that would be ME. The one speaking to you right now. There is only one soul to one body and the meat suit you're loitering in belongs to ME."
"But I am you!!! I am Stephane Narcisse!!"
"How ironic. That is not whom you claim to be up above? YOU are Darken Rahl, which, by the way, does not even exist. You are the creation of a broken mind...and this....is your destiny. You can't fight fate."
Another voice was then heard. Your voice. "Stephane! Stephane, where are you??!!"
Rahl gazed up into the empty black space and he formed a hopeful smile.
"Wake up!!!" your voice shouted.
Startled awake from your command, a dream within another dream was entered, a mystical and quite erotic dreamscape per se in which he did not want to wake from....at first.
As Rahl's dilated blues moved about his dark surroundings, he found himself in two states of nature. One being that he was still in the nude and the other was the forest. Sighing in relief to be free of the nether regions, he closed his eyes and arched his head back to bathe in the illuminating shower of the full moon. The sigh soon became a surprised inhale as you spoke his name and stroked his face.
"Rahl. Lay back down and cuddle with me. I'm cold."
He turned and gazed into your also dilated eyes. So dilated that he saw his reflection, but it wasn't his. It was Stephane's....glaring back at him with warning. As Rahl fluttered his eyes to regain focus, Stephane's image faded.
"J..Josephine? How...you're really here?"
You traced his bottom lip with your thumb and giggled as you
"Of course I am silly? Did you think I was going to ding dong ditch? I want more of you. Come warm me up again."
As your hand slithered down over his solid aroused pecks, his hand swiftly grabbed yours.
"You don't want me. You want Stephane."
"What? Was it not your name that I was screaming earlier as I unraveled all over your cock...more than once?"
"N...No..I...I don't remember. This...this cannot be real. You're not real."
"Rahl...my love. I am very real. I am your Queen now, just as you wanted. Let me show you again that it is you and only you that I desire."
Rahl submitted and released your hand, allowing you to straddle him and take his mouth fully into yours.
"Mmmm. Do you believe me now?"
Rahl smiled and grinded his solid heat against your clit.
"It is definitely a start, but I think I need more convincing."
Your hand gripped his long girth and guided him inside of you. Rahl could not withhold the gasp that was forced from him as your wetness permitted you to slide clear to his base. Slowly, your bodies began to rock and roll as one and then faster and faster Rahl pumped as the wild cat inside of him was brought forth.
"Ah fuck...fuck Josephine....I...I can't stop myself...you...you have to get up."
"No...Come inside of me this time. I want, I need to feel you."
"I...I can't! You know what will happen. It will heal you and you...you won't want me anymore."
"I...I...I don't care...oh god...oh god Rahl...I...I'm coming!!! Come with me!!"
You were glued against him, rolling your hips like thunder through your climax which simultaneously brought Rahl to his.
"Jose..Josephine no, get up!! Ahhhh....ahhhh fuckkkkk....fuckkk...me...god....damn...it...ahhhhh."
As you lifted your head from Rahl's neck and brought your eyes to his, you sprung off of him in panic.
"Oh my god...I...I'm healed! Stephane, you...you did it! You brought me back and now I am going to bring you back!"
Rahl arose with hurt, gaping eyes. "I..I am not Stephane. I am Rahl! You...you used me. You're...MY Queen. How could you do this to me?? I thought you loved me???"
Your satirical laughter and words of ice punched a hole right through his little black heart.
"Love? You don't even know the meaning of the word. You have a black soul. I am going to rid of you, regain my power and heal Stephane and be HIS Queen. He is the one I love. That is the only reason I could fathom riding your cock because it's HIS cock. God he is so much better than you in bed too. Now....Stephane Narcisse....WAKE UP!"
Wake up. Your words faded and morphed into mordant words of someone else. A very familiar someone else.
"It's time to wake up Darling Rahl."
As a pale, injured and unconscious Rahl laid on the cold winter ground, he slowly opened his eyes and there in the sunlight stood an expressionless Julian hovering over him.
"Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of your nine lives. You should get up now. You stink of rot. It's a wonder the wolves and hawks have not yet descended. Your frightful appearance is most likely your savior." Julian quipped with a curled lip.
Rahl, now feeling of sound, mind and body, propped himself up on one elbow, smirking with cautious eyes as he peered up at his fellow warlock.
"Well if it isn't my long lost foe, Julian. Come to finish me off instead? I see no book or circle of salt this time."
"Consider this your lucky day. I have a more purposeful use for Ashmole when the time comes. Besides, I am sure you are aware that the Julian all knew as Stephane's faithful friend is long gone. You are more of my type now. In fact, you could serve as a useful ally in said purpose. I do for you, you do for me. I have generously vanquished your poisoning, but that is as far as my healing hand reaches at this time. The wound to your shoulder is of your concern. You really should be more au courant with Stephane's bodily defenses, for they are shut down while he is suppressed."
All but one, Rahl thought to himself as he began to notice the tenacious saturation of his essence confined inside his leggings beneath his heavy cloak.
"Well now. How ironic is this? Jules and Stephane, together again, but neither are of the light as they once were. I would say that is a match made in...Hell, but I have had my fill of that place."
Julian softly chuckled as he raised his brow.
"Ahh yes. Would that be what all your mumbling was about? Cockroaches, Satan and sex, oh my. Apologies for having interrupted you in the middle of moaning my daughter's name."
Rahl looked away with a scowl as he did not find any humor in Julian's jokes, especially the part about you. Although it never even happened, it still stung and he vowed he would be even more careful around you now, for although seemingly a dream, it could have been a vision.
"Is that all you have been up to Julian? Perched up in your little tree like a vulture, watching and waiting?"
"It is. Just as I witnessed you take that hit from your own son. Knowledge is power."
"Tell me Jules. What knowledge did you gain from that fiasco that you did not already know?"
"Many things. Such as I now know of Janus-faced Josselyn's whereabouts. During my years of captivity, I learned she was just as mendacious as my captor, sweet collaborating Caroline. And then there's your worthless and disloyal guards. Their insubordination of your command and loyalty to Sebastian and Charles in place of Stephane proved that and now, they lollygag at the old wagon wreckage and mock you as they play a game of dice for bets on your survival while you have lied suffering. It would seem that they do not respect you, honor you, nor serve you as they did Lord Narcisse and that will only be, as it has proven to be, a great liability for you, not only for your existence, but for the upcoming war as well. Your men should bow to you, so the question is, Darken Rahl, what are you going to do about it? Sit by idly as they are, twiddling your...."
"Enough!!" Rahl roared at Julian's intentional incitement. "No one makes a fool of me." he continued through his teeth in a low emitted growl and stormed off.
Julian proudly grinned and followed Rahl to the location of the six guards where he remained in the shadows to observe and sure enough, to Rahl's dismay, they were doing just as Julian had informed. The wagering warlocks were so consumed in their greed and insulting jeers of the dark lord, that Rahl's stealth went undetected by their normally intact keen senses.
As a cloaked and hooded Rahl slammed his foot down over their game, the startled warlocks stood and drew their swords on him. Even when he revealed his face, the men still maintained their guarded stance with confidence.
"You dare draw your weapons on me? I am your master, Darken Rahl."
One of the men seemed to be the leader of the group and spoke for them as he bravely, but stupidly pointed his sword at Rahl's chest.
"We do not acknowledge lord Rahl as our master. We serve lord Narcisse."
"And he and I are one in the same, yet you audaciously hold me at your blade's edge. You really do like to gamble, don't you? And all over some measly pocket change. Tell me, is that all your life is worth to you? Your duties were to stand and fight at my side, yet all you contemptible cowards accomplished was absolutely fucking nothing!"
"You have powers, we do not. You did not need our aid."
"Says the traitorous guard who did nothing to stop a poisonous arrow from piercing my flesh."
"Even as the black beast, you lack instinct and let confidence rule you. You lost sight of your target and underestimated your opponent. YOU are of no comparison to your true form. You are weak with anger and hatred and you are also weakened by lord Narcisse's will and light. You tried to kill your own brother and your son and he would not let you. We have always and will only stand at their sides!"
"Then maybe your insolent bag of bones should stand no more. As your life means nothing to you, it means even less to me. You are no more than that pocket change. Worthless. And to be very clear, if I want someone dead, then dead they shall be." Rahl snarled and in a trice, he thrust a backwards swing of his honed blade and sliced the unsuspecting guard's throat.
The remaining guards immediately fell to one knee and bowed their heads as Julian applauded.
"A painted picture of how it should be. True power indeed. Well done lord Rahl. Now, are you going to invite your new best friend back to your castle for drinks? A bed would be splendid and I'm sure you can tuck me in somewhere private. There is much to talk about and prepare for in the upcoming few weeks that I think you will be quite interested in. After all, it was I that summoned you forth with the dead."
"Is that so? The irony in the events of this day are astounding. You once killed me, per se, and now you are responsible for my resurrection. Why would that be?"
"Unlike these incompetent fools, I bow to no one, especially not my own brother. I know that you also would never do as such, but surely you must know that Jareth's mission is to destroy and rule all of middle earth, including the rulers in it, such as yourself. So you see, this is where we can help each other. In my light and in my darkness, I have wished to destroy him and I have all the means to do so, except for a few loose ends I will soon gather with the special assistance of a secret weapon. A very wicked army of our own, per se, that will serve"
Rahl's brow arched high in curiosity, but he also knew that curiosity could kill the cat. Julian wanted to rebury Jareth, but would Julian's plan take him down alongside the goblin king? Rahl's cynicism was riding high in the red zone over Julian's unclear agenda.
"Once I am fully healed, we will share those drinks. I must return and assess the situation of my kingdom. Until then, I will grant you access to my nearby villa. It is unguarded at this time. And in a show of my appreciation of your unforeseen aid, I will send you a lovely "gift." Will that suffice?"
"It shall indeed."
The recent spider hallucination had pushed you over the edge and every anxious nerve in your body was feeding your fear that you were going to see Peter at some point, only you knew he would be real. If anyone would jump right through the gates of hell that Jareth had opened, it would be his evil sadistic self.
With a screaming Leean in your arms, you paced about your chambers in futile frustration as you gently but vigorously bounced and patted her bottom to calm her cries. Even the little elven witch's inherited senses were awakening to the surrounding darkness, especially from you and it was the only way the frightened six week old Princess could express her discomfort.
"Lola! Will you please do your job and take her for a walk through the halls or something since you were gone all night and left Legolas and three fucking cats to do it all. I have sang to her, I have rocked her, I have bathed her, all in the past hour and nothing is helping!"
Lola flinched at your scolding as she squeaked out a solution.
"Josie, might I suggest letting her take some milk from you?"
Your eyes slitted as you side eyed the meek mannered girl.
"No you may not suggest that! Do you wish me to poison her??? Have you forgotten I have panther venom in my veins??? I prefer to not even touch her, yet here we are!!" you snapped as you glanced down at Leean's shrieking face, the only visible skin of your snuggly wrapped baby burrito.
Legolas caught Lola's tear tinted eyes as he walked over to you.
"Josie. I will take her and offer her some of our water. Lola, could you kindly prepare a bottle for Leean and a cup of herbal tea for Josie that will palliate her symptoms and aid her in sleep?"
Your eyes widened at the domineering and dismissive Prince as Lola nodded and rushed off to the fireplace.
" Am I not right here??? And...I do not need sleep! That is all I have done and every time I do, I have these fucked up dreams, not to mention, that water makes it worse so I certainly am not going to drink it!"
"Lola, please use the Dorwinion water for the tea." Legolas corrected with a deaf ear and then took Leean into his arms which instantly ceased her screeching wails.
You then scoffed at him. "Really Legolas Greenleaf?? She doesn't want a bottle. She just don't want ME!"
"Josie, of course she wants you." Legolas softly assured, finally looking you in the eyes. "But she senses your heightened emotions, which is why you really should drink the tea and rest."
In defiance of his repetitive words, you marched to the wine table and knocked back a rather large goblet of the wicked wine.
"Heightened emotions? You're just too damn polite to call me a crazy bitch. I don't need rest!! There is no TIME to rest. How many times do I have to say that?? What I need is what she needs! Her father!!! He is the only one that could fix all of this…fix me…. but that will never happen because he is dead!!"
Your hands went straight to your crinkling face and covered it as you began to sob. Legolas' torn heart ripped clean through, for he knew that in the week head, Thranduil would come and contrary to your belief, Legolas felt that his father was the last thing you and Leean needed at the time or possibly even ever and how was he supposed to tell you? With the state you were in, it was not the right time, but...he knew there would never be a right time for you to know the truth because the Thranduil that lived now, there seemed to be no hope for. His light had been snuffed out of his soul and Legolas knew the darkened heart that now beat inside of the Elvenking would not fix anything, but only destroy you by taking the last bit of sanity and light you had left. If only he could spare you such pain, but he knew it was inevitable.
"I…I can't take this anymore!" you muffled through your fingers. I need to get out of here."
Lola came to Legolas with the baby bottle filled with Mirkwood's magical water. "May I feed her Legolas?"
As he gazed in to her saddened sapphires, his moonstone eyes became apologetic for how he had treated her the evening prior.
"Yes, you may lady Lola."
Lola's sweet smile was also apologetic as Legolas awkwardly maneuvered Leean out of his arms and into hers and then…he took you into his and whispered sweet words of comfort into your ear.
"You are not a crazy…well…you know. Please do not speak of yourself in such a way. You are just dealing with far too much for someone who does not deserve it."
You then bawled gasping breaths in to his chest. "Legolas, I need the amethyst, I need that book, I need to find Stephane and help him, I need the other stones, I need Garrett's dumb ass…I…I need my dad!!! I…I….."
Your sobs quieted as your ears tuned in to the laughter coming from outside the balcony doors.
As you opened the cold foggy glass doors, your breath was momentarily stolen by the crisp breeze that brutally belted you in the face. Your eyes quickly widened in delight when you peered over the rail to see a snowball fight taking place at 8 o'clock in the morning by some of the warlock guards.
"Leggy!!! Look!" you shouted and then giggled. "It snowed overnight!!! Remember at Lestat's, when you and Haldir had that snowball fight after the blizzard? You both had so much fun, minus trying to kill each other with ice packed snowballs and I…I want to have fun too!! Like when Stephane threw me that huge birthday party to help distract me. I want to do something normal and feel normal!! Even if just for a little while or I am going to go crazier than I already am! Can we go play too Legolas??? Pleeeeease!!!??"
Legolas grinned from ear to ear. "How could I forget Haldir's iniquitous ice balls to the face. With the exception of his envious rage regarding you, the brief moment of solace while being in a castle consumed with red eyes and fangs, was greatly needed. You and Lola go enjoy the snow and release some of your own pent up rage. There is nothing more any of us can do at this time about the troubles at hand but continue to wait for Sebastian to hopefully locate Delphine and the others. I will remain here with my sister and watch from the terrace. Glenn-hi (Go now). Enjoy some diversion and equanimity and breathe. Be a flightless bird no more."
You chuckled through your tears as you hugged him tight. "Oh but flightless I am. Literally. I tried to fly once and you do not want to know how that played out. Thank you Leggy. I adore you so."
You released him and then turned to Lola with hopeful eyes.
"Let's go play!"
You and Lola bundled up in your winter cloaks, then ran and giggled all the way down to the enclosed courtyard. Once there, you observed the five warlocks, dressed in their Sunday attire, laughing and playing like little boys. It instantly took you back in time to before your father had become terminally ill and you and he played in the snow together all the time, either sledding, making snow angels, snowmen and eskimo forts or your favorite, snowball fights. Although he was alive and out there somewhere, equally altered to serve his brother Jareth, you still missed and loved him so, but you weren't going to let it make you sad. Instead, you were going to honor him and even the hidden hero Haldir by kicking some warlock ass....and you would envision Rahl's evil face as you did it, a trick Garrett once taught you to do when using your magic that was currently non-existent.
Sly as foxes, you and Lola huddled behind a pillar wrapped in crimson Christmas roses and while you both packed a snowball, the Lenten flowers triggered thoughts of both Stephane and Thranduil and how they enjoyed the beauty of their gardens, probably the only thing the magical beings ever had in common besides their egos and love for you. When the snow fun was over, you were going to pick one in memory of Thranduil and make another useless wish for the return of the King.
"You ready?" you whispered to Lola as you offered a wicked grin.
Lola's grin mirrored yours as she nodded, then you both sprung up and began pitching the packed powder at the bedazzled warlocks. Laughter and snow filled the court as the seven of you darted all around, ducking and diving.
Legolas smiled from ear to ear as he observed the shenanigans from your balcony. His sorrowful heart sang in that moment of seeing you so happy, that was until his nose caught something in the breeze. As his elven eyes followed the familiar strawberry scent, they caught sight of Haldir making his way across the vast open field separating the castle from the forest. At the Marchwarden's side was a woman that Legolas knew he had once before laid his eyes upon and behind them was Rumil, Orophin, Aragorn, Boromir, Bard, Gimli, Sebastian and Charles. As Bash and Charles returned their horses to the stables, Legolas's keen eyes also noticed that the warlock kin appeared to have been in a scuffle of sorts.
Haldir's eyes then locked with the Prince, they both offered a nod and a smile and then Legolas' attention returned to you. All was going well in the playtime. He noticed Lola's flirtation with one of the warlocks as they tumbled to the ground laughing. With a minor scoff, the elf's eyes rolled and returned to you just in time to see your light turn dark as you took a snowball to the face and then another to the shoulder. Legolas' eyes gaped as your mouth did the same, followed by a loud gasp from the shock.
"You IDIOT!!" you fumed at the wily warlock roaring with obnoxious laughter in is victory.
"Now now Josephine. " he chuckled. "It's all just fun and games."
Normally, you would have took it like a champ and laughed too, but with Rahl's venom inside of you, all you wanted to do was rip his wretched head from his miserable shoulders and Lola and Legolas both quicky took notice of that with worry.
"That is until someone gets hurt, which is about to be you, you cretinous tyrant!"
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All over a harmless snowball, your blood rage surfaced and you found yourself grabbing a very large and sharp icicle from the trellis and racing towards him. The warlock's smirk dropped like a hot potato and he froze solid in fear as he watched the crystalline spear in your raised white knuckled fist head straight for his eye.
"Josie!!" Legolas shouted from the balcony and with perfect dexterity, the agile elf hopped the rail, floating down with incredible velocity and landing softly like that of a feather, but not quick enough to get to you before another did.
Just as you lunged, you were scooped up from behind by a pair of strong arms coiling around your waist. As you angrily screamed and turned to strike the unknown attacker, a hand swiftly clutched your wrist.
"Y...you????" you gasped in fright and immediately sprung your fingers open, dropping the makeshift blade when you saw the stern but very worried face of your elven bestie Haldir as his stunned eyes gazed into yours.
"You...your eyes Jo." he whispered as they slowly retracted from blood red back to moonstone blue.
Before you could speak another word, you felt his calming effects manipulating your mind and body and then...you saw a horrified Josselyn viewing from the distance and watched Lola faint.
Legolas ran to her aid, as did Josselyn in a panic. She fell to her knees at her daughter's side and cried as she stroked her pale cheeks with trembling fingers.
"My sweet child, open your eyes. Mama's here now."
Legolas tilted his head like a confused puppy. "You...are her mother? I...I have seen you. Many years ago with a group of gypsy travelers near our lands. Cowering beneath a trailer belonging to that wretched witch Caroline. You were one of them! Why are you here??!!!!"
Legolas scooped Lola's unconscious body up into his arms and backed away from Josselyn as his angry eyes questioned Haldir.
"Legolas. Josselyn is of no harm to Lola or anyone here. She is her mother as you asked and there is much more that you do no know. Take Lola inside and let her mother be with her when she awakes. They have been separated for far too long."
Legolas snarled through clenched teeth as he pulled Lola closer to him.
"Over my dead body."
"No one enters this castle without lord Rahl's knowledge or approval!" snapped the warlock who almost lost an eye. "And you Haldir, were banished from here by lord Narcisse were you not??"
"Since you speak as if there are two of them, neither are here. Just which one of the wicked halves do you serve warlock??!!"
Sebastian then entered and took control of the situation with his sword drawn.
"He serves me! I am in charge when my brother is not here and I say they all can enter, is that clear warlock Gwydion??"
"Yes m..my lord."
You then watched as Bash embraced Josselyn. What the hell was happening??
As you clung to Haldir, you could no longer stand. Weakness and relaxation consumed you and you fell into his arms. Your feet were then whisked off of the ground and later, in a sedated state, you awoke in your bed from the muffled voices of Legolas and Haldir as the Prince was filling his guardian in on what had happened to you...and then they argued as to why Legolas was never told about Narcisse's alter. Haldir's nutshell explanation, which consisted of because Rahl had been long dead, was cut short by your awakening.
"Haldir???" you gasped as you sat up.
The Marchwarden was barely able to sit down beside you when you yanked him into a constricting embrace.
"J..Jo...air. Need to breathe."
"What? Oh...sorry. I...I just missed you."
"I have missed you too. Since when did you become as strong as a vampire??"
"Why on earth would you compare me to those morbid creatures??!"
Haldir's brows furrowed. "Annnnd...since when do you insult the leeches you so love? Is it something to do with Rahl's venom making you have dark emotions? I mean, Jo...your eyes were as red as fire...like Garrett's when he's angry."
You thought of Garrett and Kate, together in that vivid vision with him telling you he was with her now and not coming back.
"It..it doesn't matter. Enough about vampires already. Like I would ever be one of them! Haldir, what is going on?? I know I wasn't hallucinating when I saw Josselyn....was I??? and Lola...oh my god, where is Lola??!!"
"You were not. She is here and Lola is safe, right over there on the davenport."
You peeked around him and saw Legolas at her side, patting a cool cloth on her forehead to try and awaken her.
"Ok, so where is Joss and where did she even come from??? My god, I thought she was dead like Sarah. And I take it that Bash did not find Delphine??"
"Jo...there is so much you need to know and I am not sure I want you near Josselyn right now. She told me everything that happened and there are things that...you may not understand at first....such as....she is..Delphine."
"Ok what??? She's not a witch! She was just Sarah's mundane mother. Jesus, just tell me already!"
"On one condition. Let me show you through your dreams. It's quite a novel and after your rabid display early, I would prefer you to be calm, especially with Leean in the room."
"You mean you would prefer me to be under your dream control."
"Do you wish to know or not?"
You huffed and plopped onto your back. "Fine! Shoot me up dreamcatcher!"
Haldir took your hand and softly smiled, for as much as you always got under his skin with your spitfire attitude, he couldn't live without it.
It was merely seconds and you were under his sleeping spell and entering the dreamworld of the past. During the good hour of telepathic transmission, Lola had awoken and Legolas took her to see Josselyn, for she adamantly demanded it. While he was there, he stood protectively at Lola's side and even held her hand as Bash assisted an emotional Josselyn in the telling of her twisted tale to her daughter and the elf that once intimidated her...and still did.
The transfer was complete and Haldir sat holding and feeding Leean while he waited for you to wake up, for your mind was in a fragile state and he didn't dare wake you.
As your mind processed everything that was shown to you, you began to toss and turn, for the vision of Magnus erasing what you had seen, triggered the suppressed memory and you then began to dream of it.
You were a child, tied to a chair. You saw Josselyn and heard her tell some strange scary looking man to erase your memory. There was a flash of blue light and then you sprung awake to see your brother sitting in front of you.
"Josie. It's ok. I am here. You're dreaming."
"J..Jace?"
"What? It's me Jo...Haldir."
Jace's face slowly morphed into Haldir's who gazed at you with concern as he stroked your cheek...just as Jace had done.
"Oh my god...I..I think I hallucinated again. I...it...it was so real. I...I can smell him, feel him. Haldir...I...I think Jace is near or...is coming back for me and..."
You jumped straight out of bed. "My mother!! My REAL mother...she's...she's alive and locked away. She's not dead like my mot...that lying bitch Caroline told everyone! We have to go rescue her!"
"Jo, no way! Cassandra was last known to be in Jareth's realm. It is a death sentence to go there during this time or ANY time!"
"Well that's too damn bad! She loves me! TRULY loves me. I saw it when she held me! She is the good one, the true 7th daughter. Oh god, Aunt Mara, I...I mean my grandmother, Maharet, does she know of the mix up?? And...and...Viktor, the vampire that Caroline killed to protect Clov..Raven!! He...he is my grandfather??? Jesus, does that mean Caroline was a dhampir like Raven??? And what does that make me??"
"Breathe Jo. Viktor was still human when Caroline and all her sisters were born. You are as you always were. A witch. About Maharet, that I do not know, but it did not sound like she knew and she would have told you if she knew now, would she not have? What I do know is that Cassandra doesn't sound much of light considering how she tricked Julian just to hurt Caroline."
"Can you blame her after all my moth...damn it...Caroline did to her??????!!"
"Maybe not Jo, but look what and where that revenge got her. Vengeance is not always the answer."
"Oh really?? You hypocrite. Was it not you who slayed the vampire Craven for what he did to YOUR parents??? I...I cannot even process all of this right now. So many lies upon even more lies that I have also learned!! I need to get away from here!! Sarah...she is out there somewhere too!! and Jesus....she is my sister!!! How could Joss keep that from me and my father??!! She had that mad man block my memories for fucks sake! SHE could have prevented everything that happened from happening if she just would have trusted in my father enough to tell him the truth the moment she learned of Caroline's intentions! My father could and would have protected her AND even himself!!!!!!"
Leean began to cry. "Jo..please. Try to calm down and let us talk about this. Josselyn was just a young girl, a child even, when she was forced into this world. After everything Harker did to her and her mother and also with the threat of Ravenna, she suffered oppression and helplessness. Caroline took advantage of that. She manipulated her into believing she cared for her, much like she did to you and even Raven, and when Caroline's dark side surfaced, Josselyn was terrified of her. You of all people know what Caroline was capable of. You were also just a child when you met Josselyn and Sarah, entering your adolescent years. She was protecting you too. Would you have even believed her if she had told you what she knew? Josselyn was protecting Julian while Caroline was alive and she didn't want to harm him even more with the truth while he was ill. She tried so hard to help Julian. You saw it all Jo. Don't let Rahl's wickedness blind you!"
"I..I cannot even fathom listening to you defend her right now. She has clearly bewitched you in some way. And god, poor Lola. She left her here for half of her life believing her mother was dead and to be raised by her own father whom neither of them knew about!! Once again, because of Joss's lies, people will get hurt. Stephane and Lola deserved to know the truth, just as my father did! You will not convince me otherwise Haldir of Lorien! Thank you so much for having MY back over some woman you've known a hot five minutes who clearly has bewitched your cock as well. I'm going to go take a bath to cool off. Care to...join me and...release...some tension?"
You walked up to Haldir with a complete change of demeanor and teasingly pushed him back on the bed, then straddled him.
"Let's pick up where we left off. Kiss me" you seductively whispered.
As heavy as the temptation weighed on the aroused elf, Haldir could never take advantage of you, for he loved you too much. He firmly, but gently shoved you off of him and stood up. For Haldir, it was an instant flashback to Thranduil's halls when you were under Garrett's mind control and he had walked in on you doing the same thing to Legolas.
"Jesus Jo, what is happening to you? First the rage and the red eyes and now this. It is like there are two of you as well. This is not you."
"Hmmph. Bet if I were Josselyn, your tongue would be down my throat and in my cunt as we speak. Suit yourself, which from what I can see, you may need rosy palm and her five sisters to do so."
Off you went to the washroom with an intentional sexy sway of your ass for Haldir to watch and then you winked at him and closed the door.
It was no lie that he was quite turned on with an aching stiffness, but he would not entertain it like you were so hoping he would. Instead, he sat down, closed his eyes and willed it away, and with perfect timing too, for Legolas then walked in.
"Legolas? Where is Lola and Josselyn?"
Legolas sighed with concern. "Lola is still with her mother. She now knows how everything, as do I, even how...she was conceived. I thought it best to leave them with their privacy as Lola is not taking the news very well. She is rather inconsolable and....very angry with Stephane and would not hear a word from Sebastian in his defense of him not being himself or having any recollection of it."
Haldir's brow raised as he noticed something quite different with the Prince.
"You...you care for this girl?"
"That is irrelevant. Where is Josie?"
Legolas's deflection told Haldir that he was on the right path and how Haldir had attested to the way Legolas vowed his own death merely hours prior to keep Lola safe was highly conclusive that his godson's feelings may run even deeper for Lola.
"She is in the bath. Be forewarned Legolas. Jo is extremely angry as well. At Josselyn mostly and she is speaking irrationally of going in search of her true birth mother, Cassandra. Even if we could trust that Josselyn's healing power would not harm her or someone else, I highly doubt Jo is going to let Josselyn near her now."
"Trust me, I know of her changes. She has even spoken of going in search of the vampire. And at one point, she even wished me to take her and Leean back to Mirkwood."
Haldir's eyes widened and he motioned for Legolas to follow him to the balcony so your keen ears would not overhear them.
"I think you and I both know that is not wise and why and I am not speaking of the dangers of the travel. You and I also know what, or shall I say whom, was behind the earth's jolt and I have been well informed of Thranduil's own changes by Aragorn due to what Jareth has inflicted upon him."
Legolas' eyes fell. "It...it will matter not if she goes there or remains here. It will matter not where she goes, he will find her. My father is coming for her and Leeanduil and will be here in approximately 5 days."
"I presumed as much. I think you and I both know though, that when she sees him, that is all that will matter to her. She will want to go with him."
Legolas partially concurred. "That is until she realizes exactly what he has become and what his true intentions are. To claim his daughter and banish Jo from her life and his kingdom."
"Possibly, but let us not forget, Jo is becoming more like his new and unimproved persona. He may just desire her to remain his Queen, even after all of his conditioning to despise her. Is Jareth solely to blame? I think not. I was informed of the dhampir's involvement in carrying out Caroline's plan and now it makes sense after my brothers informed me of her wine and lembas thievery in Lorien."
Legolas' lips pursed as his rage at Raven surfaced. "You do not even know the half of her involvement with my father."
A knock sounded upon the door and you came running out to answer it, dripping wet with nothing but a towel wrapped around you, in hopes that it was Stephane after learning he had been injured. As you whipped the door open, it was Bash. He had come to warn that Rahl had returned and was being tended to by the healers for his injury and warned them to steer clear of him.
"Oh god. Bash..how bad is it?? I...I need to go see him." you fretted as you fidgeted with your fingers like Stephane always did when he was anxious.
"He shifted on me, had me pinned down. Charles shot him in the shoulder with an arrow laced of silverbane, which will hurt Rahl because when Stephane is asleep, per se, his defenses are at rest also. Strangely though, he did not seem ill in the least as I discreetly observed him from afar. The wound is what is being cared for."
"My god, Charles! He must be a wreck over having to do that. Is...is he alright??"
He is a bit roughed up, but it was nothing serious. I must warn that Catherine is with him and she is on a war path over what happened, for she had already lashed out at me for putting her son in danger, so watch your back Josie."
"Psshtt. I don't fear that beldam bitch."
Haldir's exhale was harsh and heavy as his eyes rolled over to you.
"Well you should be with no power and did you forget all that she has already done to hurt you?"
"Whatever HAL...DIR! I am going to dress and go see Rahl about what he's done. Could you watch the kid for me. All she does is cry when I am around anyways. SO annoying."
Haldir grabbed your arm and spun you back to him. "No Jo, I forbid it! Have you lost your damn mind like Narcisse has??"
"You WHAT??!" you shouted as you yanked your arm free and as you did so, a tornadic microburst flung the Marchwarden onto his back.
"HA! No powers eh?" you scoffed and then scowled. "Don't ever touch me again elf."
Off you trotted to dress while Legolas and Haldir's gaping eyes stared at each other.
"Sebastian. I was under the presumption that Rahl's venom had disarmed her magic?" Legolas questioned.
"Well you clearly presumed wrong as you can see." Haldir snapped as he vigorously hopped up from the floor.
"It should have? Bash replied and then his brows furrowed. "It..it is like something else is feeding her and it is possible Rahl's venom has awoken it? And let us not forget, his venom will still bring her to eventual darkness as he is."
"Her eyes...when she attacked Gwydion. They were of fire." Haldir described.
"Yes." Legolas agreed. "As they were when I found her unconscious in the hall yesterday. For just a split second when she had opened her eyes."
"Feeding her....how did I not see this before with my considerable knowledge of the breed?" Haldir whispered as his eyes fluttered in disbelief. "And her strength...it is substantial for her size."
Legolas stepped forward. "Breed??"
"Craven...he had the blood rage gene and he is Garrett's maker. The gene can be passed down through the vampire venom. Legolas, you and I know Jo has Garrett's blood inside of her."
"So...what you are saying is....Garrett's blood and Rahl's venom... she is some hybrid, like Michael Corvin? But instead, that of a vampire and a...cat??!!"
"No Legolas. Garrett did not bite her and Rahl's panther form is no ordinary lap cat."
"Yes he did Haldir! He bit her wrist!"
"But we were able to reverse it before it changed her. What I am saying is Rahl's venom is igniting the blood rage just as Sebastian mentioned."
"So then, what do we do?"
"Don't piss her off."
"Thank you Haldir, for the unadorned advice. Sebastian, where are the others?"
Bash informed that Aragorn, Boromir, Bard, Gimli, Rumil and Orophin had set up camp just outside of the castle's perimeters for the time being to be an extra sets of eyes, ears and protection regarding the surrounding threats and then said he must get back to Josselyn. As Bash was set to leave, Haldir stopped him.
"We have no other option now. Speak to Josselyn. Convince her to heal Jo. If anyone would know the warlock ways, it would be you Sebastian considering you are one. Josselyn took his knife. Find out if she still has it. You said taking something of his would break the curse he placed on her magic and I would have to agree that what happened to the boy after her healing is a manifested symptom of the Black Plague. I also do not believe she caused the live stock deaths merely by her presence. She is not evil."
"But will Josie allow it even if Josselyn agrees?"
"If she does not wish to comply, then we will be forced to give her no choice."
Drip. Drip. Drip echoed on the wooden floor boards of the cabin's basement as Garrett laid chained to the bed, shuttering at each drumming drop with spaced out, weakened eyes of starvation yellow and iron poisoning. His sensitive vampire hearing had became so muffled that it only intensified the sound of insanity and as the hallucinations consumed him, he began to mumble a whispering tune.
"This the end. My only friend, the end."
His songful words of sorrow soon faded and eventually ceased as he closed his eyes and entered a world of nightmares and dreamscapes that began as a nightmare.
Through the scorching and desolate desert, an injured and bloodied Garrett staggered through the sandy trail of broken bones the endless wasteland had consumed.
He had no recollection of how he he had been hurt or even how he had gotten there and everything that wasn't supposed to affect a vampire, especially him because of Amara's branding mark of protection, was. The heat, the loss of blood, the pain...it was all sucking the life out of him and he feared he would soon join the remains he trekked around.
The relevant Door's song he had been singing became a reverie as the Indian vibes of guitar notes sounded from the radiant sky. In his human days of Roman Bryson, his love of music and talent in the industry was extensive and it became almost solely who he was, so much so that it carried over with him in his immortality. Garrett could belt out any note and manipulate any instrument from his self taught learning, which was a significant reason the music loving Seelie Queen adored her rockstar daylighter. Although his musical idol was and had always been Jon Bon Jovi, in this dream, Garrett became the iconic legend, Jim Morrison.
As he pushed on, desperately seeking to quench his thirst, but not for water, the hallucinations crept back up on him in the form of a mirage? He wasn't sure. In the far distance, he believed he saw someone, a woman, who saw him too. She too appeared exhausted, as if she had been lost and out there a long time and from what his vampire vision could make out, she looked very much like Sarah, the teen blonde girl in the photo with you that he had found hidden in the cabin, only much older.
In that moment, Garrett didn't care who she was, for his dire thirst for the warm red liquid that loudly pulsed through her veins triggered his uncontrollable blood rage and it gave him just enough strength to begin sprinting towards his prey.
Gasping with incredible fear, the unconfirmed Sarah scurried with all her might, tumbling over a sand dune to get away from the beast with raging red eyes and ferocious fangs.
If Garrett had been feeling his normal vampy self, the girl would have never even made it over the summit of the hill, for he would already be drinking her dry, but instead, his adrenaline rush was short lived and he found himself nose diving down the hill and rolling over and over until he came to an unconscious halt.
Buzzards circled and screeched above as the vampire laid deathly still on his stomach, except for the involuntary twitches every now and then as his hunger withdrawals tortured his limp, helpless body.
He heard the music again and spattered out some of the lyrics into the searing sand.
"Can you picture what will be? So limitless and free. Desperately in need of some stranger's hand in a desperate land...."
Garrett's whimpering words were cut off as he heard another song meshing into and taking over that one. A song he instantly recognized, "Funnel of Love" by Madeline Follin, for Ryan, his older brother by one year, had been listening to it a lot before the car accident that Craven caused which left both Ryan and Garrett, then known as Roman, comatose.
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Garrett saw it all over again, the day he awoke from the 3 month long coma and found his lifeless brother being kept alive by a ventilator. As if he needed to see it once more, for he relived it every single day and he knew it was the guilt making it happen.
He remembered touching his brother. It was like nothing he had ever experienced and he couldn't explain it, not then anyways. Supernatural was the only word that had came to his mind, for the memories of the accident flashed through him like the electrical charge that had been used to shock him back to life and it knocked the wind right out of him. He could still hear the nurse's voice when she found him cowering in the corner.
"Mr. Bryson, are you alright?"
Garrett knew something wasn't right. He didn't feel right, like he wasn't even himself. He told the doctor he had buzzing in his ears and that he couldn't get warm.
Garrett quickly entered another dream within his own dream where he was floating on the ceiling of a rose scented room he had never been in before, but he knew the smell and in that room of red prominence, the song blared from a 45 record playing on an old turntable. Just as the record spun round and round, so did he as he gazed down at a very pale man relaxed on a couch with his eyes closed, holding a mandolin guitar.
The music abruptly stopped, just as the rotating room did and then the man, unrecognizable to Garrett but quite similar in physical appearance of his own, including very familiar blue eyes, stared up at him. Eyes of the man who had always been enthralled by the color red, especially roses and who was also musically inclined. It was Ryan and he was a vampire, just as Craven had said he was.
"No!! No...Ryan..no. I...I'm so sorry. I..I never meant for this to happen to you. I..I told him not to do it, to give you the choice I didn't have. Please...please forgive me."
For a few moments, Ryan was silent and held his fixated gaze on Garrett, then he slightly tilted his head to the side.
"Romeo? Where for art thou Romeo?"
Garrett chuckled, for it was a pet name that Ryan always called him, mostly because Ryan was engrossed in Shakespeare's dark and twisted tales and then also because Roman was a bit of a ladies' man at an early age who coincidentally even had a high school friend with benefits named Juliet.
"The question is, where are you Ry? Clearly you're still somewhere in the mundane world and from what I can see, in one hell of a dump for someone who was always a neat freak. Come on man, help me down. I'm kinda stuck up here. Let's hang out like we did in the good old days before we grew up and apart. I've missed you."
"We'll meet again. All in due time little bro. Someone needs you right now."
"What? No one has ever needed me?"
"She does."
"Who? J..Josephine??"
Garrett felt something poking his shoulder and when he was able to force his eyes open, he was on the dry desert sand again being peered down at by the blonde girl.
"Hey. You dead?" she asked.
When she moved out of the blinding sunrays, he could now see that she was indeed the long lost Sarah whom you had believed dead for 8 years now.
"It...it's you. In the photo. You spoke to me. Sarah?"
"Depends who's asking."
Garrett worked his way up onto his elbow and snickered.
"Well that pretty much gives it away that you are she. Rather brave to stand so close. You do realize I just tried to kill you right? So why did you risk your life and come back?"
"Well, first of all, Garrett, right? It's because I realized you are the one I reached out to through said photo. So glad you found my things in your klutzy drunken stupor. I can use them for communication. You really are a hot mess man. Second of all, that means you are not physically here. You're having an out of body experience. You can't hurt me here even if you wanted to. Oh...and third...you're wearing my fucking ring on your pinky."
"Wait, the talking picture was real? Then....if I'm not really here, this isn't real either. I'm just hallucinating again, but in my sleep. Fever dreams basically."
"Oh no, sorry Shaggy, this is very real. The spirit world. Did you not just hear me? Astral fucking projection dude. That's what you've managed to do but how and why you came HERE is what I would like to know. Actually, who the hell cares, just get me the fuck out of here."
"Easy there Sarah the swearing sailor. Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?"
"Are you fucking kidding me right now Saint bloodsucker?? We both know what you do with that mouth. You have NO idea the stress I am under AND I haven't even seen my mother in I don't even know how long because it's impossible to keep track of time here, but i know it's been years. YEARS! And I'm still wearing the same dress from the night I got myself into this mess! Now, are you going to help me escape because then maybe I can help you too. You DO want to get back to my sister, don't you??"
"S...sister?"
"Jo! DUhhhh. The one you're head over heels in love with!"
"I...I thought...you and she were only best friends??"
"Well, we were...are bff's because we were never told the truth. Ironic huh? How we still clicked. I learned all of the lies during my time here from...."
Sarah spun around and gasped in terror at a sound only she heard.
"Shhhh!" she adamantly whispered. "He's watching. He's always watching. Taunting me with the doors. Doors that float above the sand. They're so far away. I always run to them, but I never make it before they disappear."
"The doors. Now that's ironic..."
"What??"
"Never mind. That era don't seem your style. Even if you made it to one of the doors, how could you even trust what's inside of them? And who is watching? Harker??"
Her hand quickly covered Garrett's mouth with a hard slap.
"Don't ever say that name here. He doesn't know where I am. I got away from him that night. He's the least of my worries right now."
Garrett yanked her hand away. "Then who the hell are you talking about?"
"The keeper. He has the keys but he won't let me leave. I never should have came here. I was still so unskilled with my magic back then."
"Does this keeper have a name?"
"He has many just as he has many faces and...."
Sarah's eyes grew as she stared off into the distance.
"Oh my god, look! You see?? There's a door, behind you! Come on! Before it goes away!"
"Sarah...I...I can't. I can barely feel my legs. I'll only slow you down. Besides, what if it's some sort of trap??"
"At this point, nothing can be any worse than this hell, so I have to try."
"Uhhh yeah, in a few weeks, you may think MUCH differently."
"The solstice, I know. Ok, listen to me Garrett. You'll eventually go back to your body and wake up and when you do, I need you to somehow make sure Jo gets my pendant that you found and tell her where I am. I..I'm sorry. I have to go!"
Sarah scuffled off through the sand and before Garrett could even react, she blended into a visible heat wave and faded away.
"Wait! How am I supposed to do that when my broken body is chained in iron shackles to a fucking bed!!"
Garrett's question was quickly answered, but not by Sarah. It was you, whispering into his ear.
"Me Garrett. I want you to think of me."
"J..Josephine...you...you're all I think about, but...you...you never hear me. I...I'm too weak."
"Then take my hand. I'll give you my strength."
Garrett's bloodied hand weakly reached up for yours and as your fingertips united, speckles of sparkling sand danced about.
"Now find me Garrett. Get up."
"But...you're right here??"
"No I'm not."
Garrett hadn't even blinked and you vanished. Had you merely been a muse, willing him to fight? Either way, it worked as he now had just enough strength to stand and as his squinting eyes darted all around in search for you, all he saw was the open, endless desert and the trail in the sand from which he had crawled.
"Josephine!!!!" he shouted, but all was silent with no trace of you ever being there.
As Garrett stood panting in the blistering sun, he began to notice something at the top of a hill. A..forest?? He had an inkling that it was most likely a mirage, but he didn't care and began staggering towards it in hopes for shelter and possibly even a four-legged furry snack to dull the thirsting ache in his gut. Even if he wasn't really there like Sarah said, it sure as hell felt like he was, so the famished vamp was still going to try to hunt, considering he had nothing else to do and nowhere else to go.
The shaded heaven drew nearer and nearer, but Garrett's newfound strength and will to go on was depleting. In one last and desperate attempt, he called out to you again.
"Josephine!! Please come back. I need you! I'm so lost without you."
"I'm right here silly." answered a voice that wasn't yours.
"Good god in heaven!!!" Garrett yelped as he spun around to see a little girl with auburn tresses sitting at the edge of the forest.
The bemused vampire never forgot a face, even due to age. He had seen this child before in your dream long ago, only she was much older with chestnut hair like his and hints of copper like yours.
The memory replayed like a movie through his mind. She had touched his face and showed him a vision of two little girls happily playing together in the forest. Garrett didn't know it back then, but he knew now that it was the girl sitting before him, whomever she was, and the other child was Leeanduil.
"You're not Josephine? You're a child. Althoughhhh, oddly, your...your olive green eyes remind me of hers in the picture I found. I...I've seen you before. Who are you and where did you come from and...and why are you here in this terrible place?"
"I'm part of her, or at least I will be if you don't die. I'm Rosie and my doll told me to find you. Her name is Sarah like my aunt's. My friend Zedd made it for me."
Garrett's thick black brow raised as he eyed the wooden carved doll clutched in her hand. It was overly uncanny to him as to how much it resembled Sarah, hairstyle and all and quite frankly, it gave the fearless vampire the heebie-jeebies.
"You can talk to Sarah through that thing? The girl that I was talking to earlier? She's your aunt? Wait...wait...wait...and what do you mean if I don't die??"
Rosie giggled. "You're silly. It takes two people to make a baby doesn't it?"
"Gah! My ears. what are you, like 8???"
"7. Physically anyways. Dhampirs grow really really fast. We fully mature around 20, like my other aunt.
"Other....aunt.....dhampir....what???"
"Hello? Scooby Doo, where are you?? My aunt Raven, well, she goes by Clover again. I'm a dhampir like her. Josie is my mom. Your my dad. Hence...Rosie. You even named me. It's the portmanteau of your real name, Roman and my mom's, like how you mentioned to that faerie Queen. You see? This is why you must live. You die..I don't exist."
Garrett's hands went to the sides of his head as if he were in pain.
"I seriously need some Scooby snacks. My brain is shutting down. There's no way I can have a kid. I mean...literally. I'm DEAD!"
"You mean metaphorically. You're very much alive. You're still in the newborn phase and haven't learned all the vampire truths yet. Even though my mom's human, she's a weaver witch. She can birth a vampire child and you carry the blood rage gene to make that happen. Just like Clover's dad, except her mom didn't have that capability which is why he chose to change her after."
"My head is going to explode. I'm speaking to my daughter who does not even exist. This is all a fucking... shit..I mean shoot, sorry kid, I mean...freaking fever dream. You're not real. I'm not even here. Josephine was never here...and Sarah...is she even real?? Where is she?"
"I think the bad man got her. She don't answer me anymore. But she did say my mom's in trouble. She's...sick."
Garrett's hands fell from his head to his sides. "What???!! What do you mean...sick??"
"See for yourself. Everything here is a message. You just have to wake up." Rosie replied and pointed in the direction behind him.
Garrett whipped around with a startled gasp to see you swaying about in a delirious demeanor and then....you just dropped.
"Josephine!!"
Garrett felt it this time. His lifeless heart thumped hard and heavy, one single time. It was like he had been shocked back to life again by the defibrillators, like when he had laid bloodied, broken and bruised beside the wreckage of the accident.
His eyes burned red as lava as his combat boots pummeled through the loose, unstable sand with little effort, for his heart was in control now.
Garrett dropped to his knees beside you and pulled your limp body into his trembling arms.
"Josephine, baby. Open your eyes. I'm here now. It's me little one. Your Tommy.... and you're my Gina or you can still be Daphne if you want. Come on. Please Josie. You...you feel real. I can feel you, I can....why do you smell like burnt cherries??"
The perplexed vampire then harshly sneezed. "Pepper??? Josephine, what's happening?? Please wake up!"
Without warning, your eyes sprung open, only they were not your icy moonstone, they were blood red like an apocalyptic moon.
Garrett was swiftly flipped onto his back with your hands constricted around his neck as you straddled him. Your strength was astounding. Not an ounce of air was able to slip through to his lungs, but that wasn't the problem, for vampires didn't need oxygen. The problem was that at any given second, you would crush his neck and rip his head off. Had he still possessed his own natural vampire strength, he had to question if he would have even been able to pry your death grip free, just like the iron chains that bound his physical body.
As Garrett's fight with your arms severely weakened, his crystal clear image reflected in your orbs of fire and it was the last thing he saw as he stuttered out the ending lyrics of his own end.
"It hurts... to.. set you free, but... you'll never follow me. The end... of laugh..ter and soft lies. The end... of nights... we tried to die. This is...the end...my only..friend..the end of our elab..orate plans... the end
of every...thing that stands... the end. No safety.... or surprise, the end. I'll never look into.... your eyes again."
Garrett's tired eyes closed, for how long he didn't know and then...he felt something warm and wet dripping onto his cheek as you he heard you sobbing 3 little words he had always longed to hear.
"Garrett. I...I love you. I didn't mean to hurt you. Please... wake up."
Drip, Drip, Drip.
In a gasping panic of calling your name, Garrett awoke with wide, darting eyes that traveled right to his open palm as the leak from the cabin floor above him dripped into it.
"What...in theeee jinky...fuck?!" he groaned as he lifted his hand to his lips to drink the tiny puddle of much needed lubricant for his dry, burning throat.
As he wearily pushed himself up into a sitting position, he froze solid, for he sensed a presence. Slowly turning to his right, there sat Freddy, your beloved crow.
"Eyyy, Freddy my man. Is it really you? Please tell me you're real because I really need some help as you can see."
"CAW!" the blackbird screeched, once for yes and then he pecked Garrett's hand.
"Owww, easy bro. Ok, you're real. You gotta do something for me. You owe me remember? For saving your life?"
"CAW!"
"Alright. Here."
Garrett reached deep into his pocket and pulled out the purple amethyst pendant.
"Take this to Josephine. She has to have it to rid of the dead....and somehow...find a way to tell her where I am. Do charades or something."
"CAW! CAW! CAW!" Freddy chanted with a head bobbing motion, almost as if he were laughing.
Garrett smiled and held the necklace up. "I'm pretty sure you know how important this is, so keep it safe. Oh, and she will need her moonstone pendant too that I had you hide."
Little did Garrett know about either pendant. He had the means all along and right there in his hand to transport himself back to you in a matter of seconds.... and then there was your pendant that his feathered friend had taken and given to Thranduil long ago to hopefully help bring the darkened elf lord back to the light by uniting it with his moonstone ring, which even the bird now knew that was a terrible mistake he would have to try and fix and he also knew such a task was easier thought than done, for the Elvenking would have a very tight grip on the two gems that formed one powerful piece of moonstone magic.
Freddy balled up the chain and stone with his talons and flew off through the broken basement window in which he had entered, but before he took flight to Dowrwinion, his keen black eye caught sight of something he knew he would need to make you understand.
On the porch sat a bag of Garrett's personal belongings and beside that laid a hairbrush. As he eyed the single strand of hair tangled in the bristles, his sensitive nostrils drew in Garrett's molasses scent. With his beak, he then snatched it up and took off into the night sky that held an almost full winter solstice moon.
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May i request Ben and Garrett meeting their mate when they meet Renesme? She's Bella's elder sister and their first glimpse of her is her asleep with a 6 month old baby girl asleep on her chest. So protective the two of them!! As always please and thank you!
❝threes a crowd❞
✭ pairing : Garrett x reader x Benjamin
✭ fandom : twilight
✭ summary : (y/n) is the older sister of Bella swan and when she finds out that Bella has had a child she can’t help but to pay them a visit, excited to meet her niece the two of them spend the afternoon playing and then lay down on the couch for some well deserved naps. Garrett and Benjamin are two vampires who feel as though they are missing something from their lives so why not pay their old friend a visit and hope he can help them figure it out, after all he is a doctor and the doctor knows best
✭ twilight masterlist 2
The morning sun cast a warm, golden glow over the small town of Forks, Washington, as (Y/N) drove her old, reliable truck down the familiar winding roads. It had been years since she had left this place, seeking adventure and opportunities far from the quiet life of her hometown. But today, she was coming back for a reason she never expected.
(Y/N) had always been protective of her younger sister, Bella. They shared a special bond growing up, and even though life had taken them in different directions, that bond had never wavered. Over the past few years, (Y/N) had received sporadic updates about Bella from their father, Charlie. Bella had moved back to Forks after a brief stint in Arizona, citing health reasons, but the details had always been vague.
Today was different. Charlie had called (Y/N) late last night, his voice tinged with a mixture of relief and excitement. "Bella's better now, (Y/N)," he had said, his words filled with a joy she hadn't heard in a long time. "She's overcome her sickness."
Sickness? The word had sent shivers down (Y/N)'s spine. She needed to know what had happened to her sister. And there was another piece of news that had taken her by surprise. Bella had a child, a niece. "Edward's adopted niece," Charlie had explained. "They took her in after her mother died."
The sunlit trees lining the road to Forks swayed gently as (Y/N) pulled into the familiar driveway of her childhood home. Her heart pounded with a mixture of anticipation and worry. She had so many questions, and she couldn't wait to see Bella again.
Charlie was waiting on the porch, his eyes filled with an emotion that mirrored her own. They embraced tightly, father and daughter reunited after too long apart.
"Tell me everything, Dad," (Y/N) said, her voice trembling with emotion.
Charlie led her inside and began to fill in the gaps. Bella had been battling an illness, one that had left her weak and vulnerable. But Charlie spoke of her recovery with such pride and happiness that (Y/N) couldn't help but smile through her tears. She had always known that her sister was a fighter.
"And the child, Dad? Tell me about her," (Y/N) asked, her curiosity piqued.
Charlie's face softened. "Her name is Renesmee or Nessa as we call her. She's a sweet, bright little girl who's been through so much. Bella and Edward took her in when her mother passed away. They're raising her as their own."
(Y/N) nodded, her heart swelling with admiration for her sister's kindness. She couldn't wait to meet Renesmee and be a part of their lives.
"I want to see Bella, Dad," (Y/N) said, determination in her eyes. "And I want to meet my niece."
Charlie smiled, understanding the urgency in his older daughter's voice. "She's at their place now. I'll take you there."
As they left the house and headed towards Bella's home, (Y/N) couldn't help but wonder how much had changed since she had left Forks. Little did she know that her return would mark the beginning of a new chapter in their lives, one filled with love, family, and unexpected blessings.
The Cullen house stood as impressive as ever, its grandeur hidden beneath the towering pines of the forest. (Y/N) and Charlie parked the truck and made their way to the front door. (Y/N) felt a strange mix of excitement and apprehension as they approached. She hadn't seen Bella in years, and she had never met Bella's husband, Edward, or their adopted niece, Renesmee.
Before she could even reach for the doorbell, it swung open to reveal Alice Cullen, her radiant smile lighting up the doorway. "Welcome to our home, (Y/N)!" Alice exclaimed, pulling her into a warm hug. "Everyone's been eagerly awaiting your arrival."
(Y/N) couldn't help but be surprised. "How did you know I was coming?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.
Alice's eyes twinkled with a secret that she couldn't reveal. "Charlie sent Bella a message earlier today, saying you'd be joining us."
Charlie nodded in agreement, but (Y/N) couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to it. She pushed the thought aside and stepped inside.
The Cullen home was just as beautiful as she remembered it, filled with a sense of elegance and warmth. In the spacious living room, she spotted Bella standing beside a tall, bronze-haired man who could only be Edward. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw her sister, who had transformed into a graceful, confident woman.
"Bella!" (Y/N) called out, rushing forward to envelop her sister in a tight hug. "I've missed you so much."
Bella's eyes filled with tears as she returned the embrace. "I've missed you too, (Y/N). It's so good to see you."
As they pulled away, Edward stepped forward, a warm smile on his face. "I'm Edward," he said, extending his hand. "It's nice to finally meet you in person."
(Y/N) shook his hand, feeling an immediate sense of trust and warmth. "Likewise, Edward. Bella's told me so much about you."
Just then, from Edward's arms, (Y/N) noticed a small bundle of joy. It was a beautiful, dark-haired baby with wide, curious eyes. (Y/N) couldn't help but gasp in delight.
"This is Renesmee," Bella said, her voice filled with motherly pride. "Our daughter."
(Y/N) leaned in to get a closer look at the three-month-old baby. "She's absolutely precious," she whispered, her heart melting at the sight of the tiny miracle in Bella's arms.
Edward smiled proudly as he carefully handed Renesmee over to (Y/N). The baby blinked up at her with a hint of recognition, her small hand reaching out to touch (Y/N)'s cheek.
"I think she likes you," Bella remarked, her smile widening.
(Y/N) held the baby close, overwhelmed by a rush of emotions. She couldn't believe how much her sister's life had changed, but it was a change filled with love and happiness.
As they all gathered in the living room, (Y/N) couldn't help but feel that this reunion was a long-overdue blessing. She had her sister back, and now she had the chance to be a part of this new, loving family that Bella had found in Forks.
The morning passed in a blur of joy and laughter as (Y/N) and Renesmee played together in the cozy Cullen home. They had explored every corner of the backyard, watched cartoons that left them both giggling, and played with an assortment of baby toys that seemed to multiply with each passing hour. By the time the afternoon sun bathed the living room in a warm glow, exhaustion had caught up with them.
(Y/N) sat on the couch, cradling Renesmee in her arms as the little one's eyelids drooped with sleep. It had been a day filled with new discoveries and boundless affection, and both of them were in need of a nap.
As (Y/N) closed her eyes and felt the rhythmic rise and fall of Renesmee's breath against her chest, she couldn't help but smile. The bond she was forming with her niece was something she cherished deeply.
Unbeknownst to (Y/N), Bella had been quietly snapping pictures of the two of them, capturing the precious moments shared between her sister and her daughter. She had missed these family moments so much, and it warmed her heart to see (Y/N) and Renesmee getting along so well.
Edward gently took Bella by the hand and led her aside, away from the sleeping pair on the couch. His expression was grave as he spoke in hushed tones. "Carlisle called. Garrett and Benjamin are coming to pay us a visit."
Bella's eyes widened with surprise. "Garrett and Benjamin? Why?"
Edward sighed, knowing the situation required a careful explanation. "Carlisle didn’t say much."
Bella glanced back at her sister and the peacefully sleeping Renesmee.
Edward hesitated before responding, "They are aware that we have guest over right now. But bella, (Y/N), doesn’t know of our secret and we can't risk exposing her to our world."
Bella nodded in understanding, her heart heavy with the weight of the decision. She had always strived to protect her sister from the dangers of their supernatural life.
Edward continued, "Carlisle already warned them about (Y/N) being here like I said, they also know she’s human so he’s asked them to wear contacts to conceal their eyes.“
Bella looked back at her sister and daughter with a mixture of gratitude and concern. "I'll do whatever it takes to keep them safe, Edward. They mean everything to me."
Edward placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "We'll get through this together, Bella. For the safety of our family."
As they returned to the living room, Bella couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding, like their visit wasn’t all that innocent.
The Cullen house was filled with a palpable tension as Garrett and Benjamin arrived, their footsteps silent against the lush carpeted floor. They were known among the vampire community as mates, bound together by a connection deeper than mere friendship. But lately, they had felt something missing from their lives, a void they couldn't ignore.
They had heard rumors of a vampire legend, one that suggested vampires could have more than one mate. It was a risky and rare phenomenon, but they believed it might hold the answer to their unease. That's why they had come to Carlisle for what could only be described as a "check-up" of sorts.
As Carlisle greeted them at the door, his golden eyes concealed behind human-like contact lenses, he welcomed them with a warm smile. "Garrett, Benjamin," he said, extending a hand to each of them. "It's good to see you both."
Garrett and Benjamin nodded in response, their gazes scanning the room. There was an air of anticipation that hung in the air, but they couldn't quite pinpoint the reason for it.
Carlisle led them further into the house. "You must be quite Bella's sister is asleep on the couch with my grandchild."
The mention of Bella's sister piqued Garrett and Benjamin's curiosity, but they remained composed as they followed Carlisle.
As they entered the living room, their eyes fell upon the sight that took their breath away. (Y/N) was asleep on the couch, her chest rising and falling with the peaceful rhythm of slumber. In her arms, she cradled Renesmee, the infant's dark curls blending with (Y/N)'s own hair.
The moment their eyes locked onto (Y/N), something extraordinary happened. Garrett and Benjamin felt a sudden surge of intense emotion, a connection so profound that it left them momentarily stunned. It was the mating bond, a rare and powerful force that bound vampires together for eternity.
Bella, who had been watching their reactions closely, recognized the look of astonishment on their faces. She couldn't contain her smile as she approached them. "Garrett, Benjamin, meet my sister, (Y/N)."
Garrett and Benjamin exchanged glances, unable to tear their eyes away from (Y/N). It was as if they had found the missing piece of their lives, the answer to the emptiness they had felt.
(Y/N) stirred on the couch, slowly waking from her nap. Her eyes fluttered open, and she met the intense gazes of Garrett and Benjamin. In that instant, the mating bond solidified, binding the three of them together in a way they couldn't fully comprehend.
Bella's heart dropped in dread as she watched the extraordinary connection unfold before her. It had been the same look Edward gave her, the same one Emmett shared with Rosalie and Alice with jasper, she knew that look all to well and she was afraid that they all knew that their lives were now forever changed.
Carlisle led Garrett and Benjamin into a separate room, away from the watchful eyes of (Y/N) and the rest of the family. The tension in the air was palpable, and they needed to discuss what had just transpired.
Once they were in the privacy of the room, Garrett spoke first, his voice filled with awe and confusion. "Carlisle, we felt it... the mating bond. It was like a tidal wave, overwhelming and undeniable."
Carlisle's brow furrowed in concern. "This is troubling, indeed," he admitted. "A mating bond is a powerful force, but this situation is far from simple."
Benjamin, ever the optimist, couldn't help but see the bright side. "Isn't this a good thing? We've found our missing piece, someone who completes us."
Carlisle nodded slowly. "Yes, that's great for the two of you, but we have to consider that Charlie and (Y/N). They are all Bella has left linking her to her human life. Now that the two of you have found a mate within (Y/N), I fear how Bella might react."
Just as they were grappling with the complexity of the situation, the door swung open, and Bella entered, her eyes blazing with anger but her voice deceptively calm. "Did you do what I think you did?"
Garrett attempted to defuse the situation with a charming smile. "Bella, it's not something we planned. The mating bond, it's beyond our control."
But Bella wasn't placated. She pushed Garrett aside and confronted Benjamin. "You can't control who you mate with," he said.
Edward, who had been listening from the hallway, appeared at that moment. He knew how to handle Bella's emotions better than anyone. "Bella, come with me," he urged gently, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
Bella hesitated for a moment, her eyes still locked onto Benjamin. But eventually, she relented and allowed Edward to lead her out of the room and into the forest to hunt.
As they disappeared into the woods, the tension in the room eased slightly, but the weight of the situation remained. Garrett, Benjamin, and Carlisle were left to grapple with the implications of the unexpected mating bond and the potential consequences it might bring to their unconventional family.
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Can I request another Garrett soulmate au? This one the mate he finally finds is blind and has been since birth. When she's changed they're not sure if she will gain eyesight as Carlisle said there are some things even venom can't fix. I think it would make Garrett melt being the first thing she's seen. 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰
Please and thank you!!
(A/N: I apologize for how long this fic took, I was having a few problems with my computer. Nonetheless, I enjoyed writing this! Garrett and his human soulmate may just be my favorite thing to write🤭. I found the dynamic between Garrett and this reader to be so refreshing to express. I added a bit of my own twist to the end with the readers abilities, so I hope you don't mind. As always, Enjoy!)
Eye of the beholder
Garrett x Blind!Fem!Reader
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the twilight characters, nor do I claim them as my own. This work is purely fictional.
Summary: You had come to terms with the fact that you would be blind for the rest of your life, and the fact that you would never know what your lover, Garrett, looks like. But what if there was an accident, and you had to be changed? Would the venom grant you your eyesight?
‼️TW‼️: Mentions of blood, physical injuries, slight angst
Word count: 2,331
“Describe it again”, Your voice holds a pleading edge as you lay your head back on Garrett’s lap, “Please?”
“I’ve already described it two times, my love” Garrett chuckled, his thumb traced over your cheekbone. He was looking down at you, you could tell by the way his voice echoed.
You closed your eyes, snuggling further into him, “A third time couldn’t hurt.”
“ I guess not,” Garrett hummed, “ The snow, as I said is white-”
“White is the color that feels like pillow feathers right?” You inquire, rubbing your fingers together as if you could imagine the very feeling.
“Mhm-hm”, Garrett hummed in agreement, “ The snow itself is falling fast. Some of it is hitting the window beside us, while most of it is landing on the ground. The pine trees, the spiky ones, are covered in it.”
You shifted before he could continue, “ What does it make you look like, the snow? Does it make your hair a different shade? Do you get paler, if that’s even possible?”
“ I thought my appearance wasn’t important-”
“-It isn’t!” You reassure, “ I love you for who you are, obviously. I just want to know how you change with the seasons.”
“ His hair is a shade lighter. It goes from a cold tone to a warm tone, and no, it isn’t possible for him to get paler” Kate’s voice echoed from down by your feet. The Denali’s had been your makeshift family for quite a while, that’s how you had originally met Garrett. Kate had befriended you, despite the fact that you were just a human. You were a ‘fun soul’ she had insisted.
Then, after a visit from her cousin Carlisle, Garrett randomly appeared. Apparently, during Carlisle’s visit, he had come to the conclusion that you were the type of warmth Garrett needed, and he was right. The two of you clicked instantly. With Garrett, it was like you could see the world, even if you physically couldn’t. He made you feel whole, despite the rest of the world thinking you weren’t. Garrett never figured out how Carlisle guessed you would be his mate, but he’ll be forever grateful nonetheless. He had since then become happier, and healthier as the Denali’s would put it. Garrett hadn’t touched a human in the years he’s known you.
“Thank you, Kate, at least someone is helpful” You snort teasingly.
Garrett scoffs sarcastically, “ If I’m not helpful, then I guess you’ll have to find another mate who will read to you.”
“Carmen would” You huff, folding your arms stubbornly.
“Speaking of Carmen, she wants Garrett to take care of a bear problem” Kate informed, she must’ve been standing in the doorway now since you could barely hear her.
You didn’t need perfect eyesight to know that Garrett had rolled his eyes, “ and here I thought Kate had come to visit because she missed us”
Tanya had been gracious enough to let you and Garrett stay in the guest cabin, which was only a ten-minute walk from the main family house. It gave the two of you all the privacy and independence you needed but still remained close enough for the others to pop in and out.
“Will you remain here while I take care of the bear, or would you like me to take you over to chat with Kate-”
You sighed, cutting him off before he could worry anymore,“-Darling, we’ve lived in this cabin for years now, I can handle myself long enough for you to handle a pesky bear.”
“Yes, I know, and I’m not doubting you” Garret paused to cradle either side of your face, “ but leaving you in this house so far from the others just worries me. I'm sure Eleazor can handle the bear.”
You pulled Garrett’s hands from your face, “Garrett go, I will be perfectly fine while you’re gone.”
“Stubborn as ever” Garrett grumbled underneath his breath.
You snorted, “I heard that.”
“ You were meant to” Garrett replied before turning away, “I’ll only be gone a moment. Don’t venture outside the snow is getting worse-”
“-Gooooo” You groaned, tired of the princess treatment. Garrett mumbled a quick, ‘fine, fine’ under his breath before whisking away. The rush of air he left behind aided the deep breath you took. The house was now silent, and normally you hated silence. This, however, was nice. A moment of true independence is what you needed. Not that Garrett didn’t give you that, because he did, but he also smothered you sometimes. You had dealt with the challenges of being blind long before you met Garrett, and you would continue to deal with it even when he wasn’t there.
A thump near the door caught your attention. You cocked your head to the side just in time to hear it again. It was heavy and repetitive. Your palm slid flat against the living room wall as you moved closer to the door. Normally you would use your walking stick when venturing outside, but you only planned on opening the door this time, not exiting it.
“Hello?” You called out loudly, hoping that whatever animal it was would scurry away before you opened the door, but as you paused, the thump sounded once more. You opened the door slowly, cracking it just enough for you to step one foot outside. The sound was louder now as if it was right next to your head. You took your hand off the door for only a second, a second too long apparently. Before you could comprehend what was happening, your foot lost its grip on the first step and you were descending downwards. The icy steps met your back harshly, probably cracking a rib or two upon their greeting. Your head received the worst of the fall it seemed. It hit the cold step so hard that the ice turned warm, or perhaps that was just blood that you were feeling. Your heart stuttered at the pain, and Garrett had heard it. He was back by your side before the muscle inside your chest could beat again.
“ No, no, no, you were supposed to stay inside” Garrett panicked, he slipped a hand under your neck so that he could assess the damage. His undead heart would’ve dropped to his stomach if it could’ve. Sat at the bottom of your head was a gnarly gash that trickled blood onto the snow.
“Garrett-”
He put his other hand to your cheek swiftly, reminding you of his presence, “Yes, my love?”
He could see struggle decorate your features momentarily, “ I can’t move anything. Why can’t I move?”
Garrett stilled,“ Don’t worry about that. I’ll call Carlisle and he’ll fix everything-”
“-Why can’t I move?” A phantom ache spread across Garrett’s chest at the panic in your voice.
“Carlisle will explain everything, I promise” Garrett slid his hand away from your face and place it beneath your legs. Slowly, and carefully, he moved you back into the house. He placed a towel beneath your head and called Carlisle at the same time. The blonde doctor was quick to reassure Garrett that he would be there as soon as possible, and that he was. Carlisle took no more than a half hour to reach the Denali residence. Kate had been the one to greet him at the door. She explained how bad your condition had gotten, and just how much blood you had lost. Carlisle knew what he would have to do before he even entered the house, and it seemed Garrett did too.
“ Carlisle” Garrett greeted.
Carlisle nodded in return, “Hello again, Garrett. How is she?”
“ She is still awake, no need to talk about me as if I’m not” You spoke quietly, though to you it sounded loud.
“ My apologies” Carlisle chuckled, “How do you feel?”
“ I don’t feel anything, that’s the problem” You sighed.
“Alright-”
“ My sight had already been taken from me, Carlisle” Your voice didn’t quiver or hesitate, “ I can’t lose my mobility as well, please.“
Carlisle looked to Garrett before speaking again, “ What would you have me do then?”
“ Garrett knows what I want” The silence afterward was heavy. There was no need to ask if you were sure, or if you knew what it would entail. Garrett knew you were serious, but he also knew that he couldn’t be the one to do it. He had only become vegan a few years ago. The taste of human blood, especially yours would send him into a frenzy, and Garrett would never forgive himself if he couldn’t stop.
“Garrett” Carlisle was asking permission, he wouldn’t just turn someone else’s mate without their consent.
Garrett nodded, “ I trust you, Carlisle.”
“ This may hurt, I’m sorry” Carlisle apologized before leaning in. You didn’t feel the bite, but you sure felt the venom. It was as if your blood had turned to glass within your veins and then shattered into a million different pieces. Each and every one of those pieces then drove themselves deeper and deeper into the very mapping of your body. Garrett gripped your hand tightly as your back bent off the couch. He watched the muscles in your body tense and tears leak from your eyes.
Garrett looked to Carlisle solemnly, “Will she be able to see?”
“I’m not sure,” Carlisle answered honestly, “ There are some things that not even venom can fix. Truth be told, I have no way of telling if the transformation will work.”
“ It will, I told her it will” Garrett mumbled.
Carlisle’s lips pursed, “You know it isn’t up to us.”
It took a full day for the venom to work its way through your body. Garrett sat by your side the whole time. Kate and Tanya stayed for the first few hours, but once the sisters realized that the transformation would work, they left. Everyone knew Garrett would want a moment alone with you when you awoke.
When you finally did wake up, you didn’t bother to open your eyes. You had gotten so used to using your other senses that you were overwhelmed with how sharp they were. Every noise outside, from the birds chirping to the crunch of a hiker's boot that was acres away reverberated clearly throughout your ear. The fabrics of the couch beneath you felt like individual threads rather than twine that had been sewn together. Eventually, when you did open your eyes, a familiar stranger was there to greet you. You had never seen this man in your life, but you knew who he was. It didn’t take the auburn hair or golden eyes to know that he was Garrett, your Garrett. You reached out, a bit shakily, to touch his face. He was real, very real. You watched your hands meet the porcelain of his cheek. His skin crinkled under your palm as he smiled widely.
“Kate wasn’t kidding when she said you couldn’t get any paler, huh?” Your voice was even different, more melodious.
Garrett wanted to laugh, “ You’ve finally seen my face for the first time and that’s what you choose to say?”
“Would you rather I list every physical feature of yours that I find intriguing?” You jest, “because I could’ve sworn you insisted that your appearance wasn’t important.”
“It’s a relief to see that immortality didn’t take away her sass. I’m not sure we would’ve survived without it” Your eyes flickered to where Carmen’s voice sounded from. The brunette stood in the doorway with a smile just as warm as her voice.
Your eyes lit up with joy, “Carmen, it’s wonderful to finally see you.”
“ Oh come on, why does Carmen get a warm sentiment? I was the first person you saw-”
You shot Garrett a look over your shoulder, “Hush up, you child.”
It took not even a second to realize that Garrett had actually gone quiet. Both you and Carmen shot him puzzled looks. To which you received the same. Garrett's eyes were wide with confusion and his jaw was clenched tightly. He had indeed gone quiet, just as you told him.
“ I think we’ve figured out your gift already” Carmen chuckled, “ You’ll have to tell him to speak again.”
You let out a sarcastic snort, “And how would I do that?”
Carmen moved to stand at your side. Her hands positioned your head to look at Garrett once more, “ Look in his eyes and tell him to speak.”
You roll your eyes in disbelief before clearing your throat, “Alright, um..you may speak now.”
“ How did you do that?” Garrett sputters the second his mouth opens, “Nevermind, I know how, but wow that’s….that’s kind of hot actually.”
A laugh tumbles from your lips, “Only you would think that’s hot.”
“Not only is it hot, but it’s brilliant. Do you realize how much power your eyes now hold? I mean you made me do something with the slightest of eye contact” Garrett had moved to hold your face in his hands, his lips pressing gently beside each eye.
“Not sure it’s something to brag about-”
Garrett scoffs, “ Oh please, if you won’t brag about it, then I will. I want everyone to know just how brilliant my woman is.”
“Oh, your woman?” You gape in mock offense. Garrett hangs his head with a deep chuckle before attempting to correct himself. Carmen watches from the side with a smile on her face. Eyesight or not, you were still the same person, but the way your eyes refused to leave Garrett truly warmed her heart. The two of you continued to bicker as she backed away, leaving the two of you to explore your newfound gifts. Which you indeed did. The two of you used your newly bestowed abilities to travel the world. You were able to see so many things for the first time, and with Garrett by your side for all of it. Just like he would be for the rest of your eternal lives.
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Garrett- Breaking Dawn Pt. 2
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traditions [garrett denali]
description: If I may ask I'd love to see Garrett snuggled up for a night with his human mate. Snow outside, she's got hot coco, fuzzy pajamas, a warm blanket and a fire and the two are watching Christmas movies(The classics of course! Nestor the long eared Christmas donkey is one my family always has to watch). I'd just love to see him all domestic and coddling his mate. Please and thank you for your time!
requested by: @twilightlover2007
warnings: none
thank you for requesting! merry christmas!
"be careful, it's hot." your mate, garrett, warned you softly as he handed you a steaming cup of hot cocoa. you smiled at him, noting how he had gotten it just right - in your favorite red mug, with whip cream, mini marshmallows, and cinnamon sprinkled on top.
"thank you." you told him, blowing the steam away as you did. garrett smiled back at you before positioning himself next to you on the couch. he adjusted the blankets around the two of you, making sure you had the majority of them so you wouldn't get cold while the two of you cuddled.
garrett had your human nature down - he was always putting your safety and needs above his own and was always considerate of how different your statuses were. this was his first christmas with you and he was picking up on your traditions quickly as well.
for example, the hot cocoa, mountain of blankets, and the christmas tree decorated perfectly were all part of your christmas holiday. and now that you were both settled, he had put on one of your favorite christmas films of all time - nestor the long-eared christmas donkey. your family had watched christmas movies every year as a kid and it was a tradition you continued yourself as you got older.
you smiled again as the movie began, cuddling further into garrett's side as you took a sip of cocoa. his arm was wrapped around your shoulders, tucking you tightly into his side. you peeked a glance at him, your heart filling when you saw him watching the movie with honest eagerness.
you leaned up to kiss his cheek, catching his attention. "thank you. this has been one of the best christmases i've had in a long time."
garrett smiled and leaned down, pecking a quick kiss to your lips. "i'd have to agree. i don't celebrate much anymore but i'm glad i get to with you."
you had to reach up and kiss him again, your heart filled with love for your mate and the christmas season. "merry christmas, garrett."
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