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homisexual11 · 3 months

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Jalice X Reader Headcanons

Jasper Whitlock/Hale and Alice Cullen X Reader

Warnings: cursing, mentions of vampirism… NSFW at the end.

SFW

–Alice had seen you coming and told Jasper all about it. They fell for you so quickly, even if it took Jasper a bit longer (he definitely had to meet you first and get to know you) than it took Alice (who saw you in her vision and told Jasper everything… he surprisingly took it well)

–Alice spoils you rotten. She gets you clothes, jewelry if you are a girl, literally anything, even if you don’t ask.

–Alice got your first kiss. It had been an accident, she was kissing all over your face and didn’t think and kissed your lips... It was actually cute.

–Jasper took a while before he could touch you, and when he did for the first time Alice had to be right next to you. She didn’t think he would hurt you–no, she knew–but it was for his comfort.

–”It’s alright, Jasper, you won’t hurt her/him,” is a common saying from Alice.

–Once Jasper could finally touch you, physical touch would 100% be his love language. (Along with words of affirmation)

–Alice’s love languages are gifts and quality time… but she likes all of them.

–You are their singer, which makes it harder for the poor cowboy.

–Yes, you call him cowboy. It’s just teasing, but it’s super cute.

–They give you the cutest (or most random nicknames ever) ex. “Baby Love” was used once.

–Alice unironically called you kitten for a while.

–If you turned and were together in the 2020s, you and Alice would jokingly call Jasper Pookie and he hates it so much.

–Jasper is always the first to apologize after a fight. Always.

–Jasper is such a fucking gentleman. Opening doors, guiding either you or Alice on his arm, relatively open-minded, mostly the mature one in fights. He’s also just the peacekeeper.

–Alice is very progressive in relationship stuff, but can work with whatever you need; whereas, Jasper can sometimes stick to certain older tendencies. (Although he listens to what you have to say if you’re a woman, he does think that even if you could kill him if you were a vampire, he needs to protect you.)

–Jasper wouldn’t even think about touching you inappropriately until you were married, even after that he would be hesitant… unless you were a vampire.

–Alice loves doing your hair.

–So does Jasper, but he doesn’t ask… unless you’re like laying with him and he’ll mindlessly play with your hair.

–It’s gentle love. Very much. Mostly because of Jasper, but Alice is gentle as well.

–The first area of you Jasper kissed was your hand. Argue with the wall.

–Alice casually leans her head on your shoulder a lot. She’s a cuddle bug; a lot of little touches from her like she’ll have a hand on your arm or something like that.

–Casual dominance with Jasper… anyways.

–They both are always checking if you’ve eaten or drank anything.

–Jasper 100% regulates your mood. Not all the time, but if something happens and you get SUPER mad or something like that he’ll calm you down. If you weren’t okay with it, he wouldn’t do it all the time, but in a case where something bad was gonna happen, he would.

–Jasper would let you and Alice paint his nails if you begged hard enough. (Guilt trip the already manipulated boyyyy)

NSFW

–They’re both relatively dominant. They’re both soft doms, though.

–I know you see fanfictions that are like “Oh the Major would come out and he would span–” No, boy wouldn’t harm you to save his life. The worst that’ll happen is he’ll rail you into oblivion, but never physically harm you… besides the fucking into oblivion.

–They both love to give, but receiving >>>> just depends on when you ask them though.

–Jasper would not touch you until after you got married, although Alice didn’t believe in that, she wanted the first time to be special and if you wanted it to be with all three of them she would wait.

–If you were still human, it would be SO gentle. Like S O G E N T L E. They would focus all on you, Jasper would keep his mouth away from you though.

–Jasper used his gift to make you feel pleasure, which led to overstimulation… safe to say that is what the “punishment” would be if you were into that, rather than spanking.

–If you’re not into any of that, they can be vanilla too. Jasper is obviously close to vanilla anyways, so…

–Alice loves it when you go down on her.

–Jasper was afraid to let either of you go on top at first, but after a while (and a lot of praising to him) he would.

–In that case, he would call you “ma’am/sir.” He normally calls you that, but when he says it in a whiny voice >>>>

–Once you have turned… it lasts a long time.

–Jasper will kiss you all over, ALL OVER. and Alice is just like, “Woah, save some for me–” he’s just making up for lost kisses.

–Sweetest nicknames that could go in SFW as well, but oh well.

Ex. From Jasper: “Hon, doll, sugar, darlin’, babydoll, LITTLE ONE? even princess( if you were a girl)” From Alice: “Sweet boy/girl, sweetie, sweetness, honey, baby, kitten..”

–Jasper calls it lovemaking, Alice calls it whatever most people call it at the time.

#twilight saga #twilight x reader #twilight x y/n #twilight headcanons #jalice #alice cullen #jasper hale #jasper hale x reader #jasper whitlock #headcanons #x reader

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flowerslut · 2 months

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shamefully despite how easily i am influenced i have not made my way through your ao3 catalogue. where would be a good starting point? (licking kink not required but always appreciated)

wow thanks for giving me an excuse to make a compilation of my (shorter) twilight fics that I want more people to read!!!!! ok ok so all my best favorite ones (minus call of the night. we are pretending call of the night does not exist, okay? dont think about it. dont even look at it) are my mid-length ones. now, first and foremost: I am an angst writer, and boy do I love to whump on alice and jasper, so in no particular order, you should read these fun little jalice fics while you wait for me to update roots over the next few weeks/months

North Star

rated: M words: 20,336 chapters: one-shot summary: "He’s the Eye of the South. The god of war. Master of battle and oracle of death. He’s not just the most dangerous weapon the world has ever seen, but he’s a man in love. And combining those two just makes this so much worse. Jasper sees a girl in his head, and he's afraid of what comes next."

thoughts: okay i lied, they are in a particular order. or at least this one is. this is my favorite twilight fic I've written (I think) and I got dramatic as fuck with it. written for jalice week back in 2021, the prompt was "power/ability swap" and you get exactly that: jasper is the psychic, alice is the empath, everything else is the same... or is it? this is also notably the first fic I ever sent to someone (g, obviously) to look over/give corrections to, so that might be why it has fewer stupid grammatical/sentence structure issues than most of my other stuff (minus roots). content warning for physical abuse, implied sexual assault, and mild sexual content. (also on ff.net)

The Almost Quiet

rated: T words: 10,365 chapters: one-shot summary: "He wants to blame loneliness, but maybe this is what was meant for him all along. A long road that leads to a depressing end. Longing after a girl he doesn’t know whose mind is lost."

thoughts: the last line of this fic is my personal favorite one I've written in recently memory! anyways this is an all-human AU, (sort of). in 1920, alice and jasper meet as humans and jasper's job gets much harder after that. this one is far from the best on this list, but it's entertaining, angsty, and has a satisfying ending imo. content warning for forced institutionalization and ableist language. (also on ff.net)

Déjà-rêvé

rated: T words: 6,551 chapters: one-shot summary: "It's nothing Alice had ever seen. It was no vision, no dream. It was only a possibility that had haunted the back of her mind like a nightmare for as long as she'd known what was out there for her to fear. Jasper had never known about this fear until it became their reality."

thoughts: this is the shortest one on this list, and since you like roots, you'll probably like this. its vaguely similar in that it's a whumpy post-breaking dawn AU, but this is only a snippet of an aftermath in which alice loses her power. wrote it for secret santa 2022 and had a BLAST with it. (if you want more whumpy one-shots my ao3 is chock full of whumptober prompts)

No Friend of Mine

rated: T words: 15,199 chapters: one-shot summary: "He contemplates telling Peter about Alice’s visits, but something holds him back from doing it. Perhaps because it doesn’t feel like Alice whenever she’s lying on his bedroom floor, curled in an old blanket that’s too small for him but perfectly sized for her, utterly still and silent even while awake. A part of him feels like it would be a betrayal to reveal this side of her to someone even as close to him as Peter is. After all, Peter is his friend. And Alice is… well, not."

thoughts: I think this fic is severely underrated, but maybe that's because I literally came up with the concept and wrote it over the course of a day and a half or something insane like that, and I think that for a hastily written secret santa gift from 2020, it holds up sooo well. it's an all-human AU where alice is the weird new girl, and like always, jasper is in way over his head. all the cullens get a role, it has the 'fluffiest' moments, and its faaaantastic. content warning for child abuse.

The Hunted

rated: T words: 26,664 chapters: 11 summary: "It's not so wise if you try to run."

thoughts: this one is the most self-indulgent (with the most questionable characterization tbh) based on g's post from 2019 that says 'twilight, but when bella slips away from jasper and goes to the ballet studio to meet james, he isn’t there. he waited until everyone split up in the airport, and then went for alice instead. in the ensuing chaos, while everyone is freaking out, victoria grabs bella.' this is the only one on the list I might take a look at in the future to rewrite chunks of, but it's great fun your honor. ignore what anyone else tells you about the ending. but make sure to keep this short sequel/epilogue handy, for... reasons. (also on ff.net)

A Loyal Wife

rated: M words: 21,930 chapters: 5 summary: "Alice is only a Lady because she was forced to be one. She much rather preferred being untitled. Just a constant in this strange family of women. Girls both grown and not, betrothed to the man who protects and spoils them. Quickly the newborns realize that Alice is more weapon than wife, and that suits her just fine."

thoughts: last but certainly not least is my attempt at 'jalice enemies-to-lovers' that I wrote over the course of two days while on vacation. this story has everything: southern wars, a marriage cult, weird power dynamics, and [checks notes] trying to seduce your enemy mid-fight. this is another one of my favorites, and maybe the messiest (affectionate) as far as story content goes (of course, minus roots). content warnings for sexual assault/dubious consent.

#jalice #twilight fanfiction #alice cullen #jasper hale #no but seriously if you haven't read call of the night just hold off on it for now #the entire series is like half a million words rn but the beginning is SO POORLY DONE that i always wish I could make it like.#invisible to people on AO3 until I can fix it. that way I can CONTINUE the series #the fic/series as a whole is hashtag Good but you can just TELL the fist 20-50k was written by a high school kid. bc it was #thats on me for not editing well enough back in 2017/18

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goldeneyedgirl · 4 months

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Look! You hit me in two of my weak spots with baby-verse: first because I l-o-v-e hybrid (I got to know your fics because of that one back in 2020?? 2019?? idk) and because I also love babyfics (which is a fact I'm not particularly proud of, but yours is the only real good one I've read in a while). My question is actually about the dynamic Rosalie-Olie, because Rose is a character who has a difficult story with babies, and I think the way you write her is so cute and honest with her character. In the story, is this whole thing a healing experience for her or would you say it's more painful? And how her relationship with Alice changes (if it changes) with that? (Also I have to add that I'm loving FicMas so far, it's like the ultimate Jalice event on this fandom in my opinion)

Anon! Thank you so much for enjoying Hybrid. That is the most self-indulgent fic to date and for a while, it felt like everyone was politely ignoring that so it always makes me SO happy that Hybrid has a fanbase? It's unhinged, it's meant to be a bunch of fun, I love that people want to read it.

And thank you for the incredible comment about baby-verse. I am indifferent to kidfics, honestly, and most of them are terrible. Baby-verse spawned mostly out of frustration and spite about the state of baby fics and how deeply unequipped Alice and Jasper are to be parents in any universe. It would never be a choice they made for themselves, and I think if you want to stay true to them as characters, you need to recognize that. But that's a rant for another day.

SO, about Hybrid!Rose. It's really both? I think that it reopens a very raw wound for Rose, but in a way that allows it to heal stronger. She'll never have babies, but she gets to watch her favourite brother's son grow up and be a part of that? It's very bittersweet and complicated for her, definitely.

This is a version of Rosalie that thinks Alice is erratic and childish and has a bad temper, and she has no idea why Jasper is so in love with her. Rose is not a fan at all; she just tolerates Alice better than Bella because Alice isn't human and giving up a Normal Life to be with Jasper, and because Jasper isn't making his relationship with Alice a family priority - Jasper would actually prefer less family involvement.

And then Alice walks in holding this beautiful baby boy that looks so much like Jasper, Rosalie knows instantly that this is her nephew. In that first moment, it's love at first sight. Rose will die for Oliver without a second thought.

The pain comes later, and Emmett does a lot of heavy lifting there, letting Rose hurt and emote over the fact that life isn't fair and reminding her that she needs to find the good in the situation. She can grieve her own dreams and celebrate Oliver at the same time. No one in their family is going to begrudge her for hurting, but she cannot place her suffering or her healing solely on Oliver's shoulders. (And Rose does support Emmett through a similar thing - that it fucking hurts that the one family member who has expressed his lack of interest in children suddenly has a healthy son.)

It takes time - Rose desperately wants a distinctive place in Oliver's life, and she knows that having a friendship with Alice is necessary to that, so Rose tries. She's polite and friendly, and tries not to offer unsolicited advice or abscond with Oliver when Alice is at the Cullens. She's intensely aware that Jasper needs to bond with his son before she gets to bond with her nephew, and that Alice makes all the decisions whilst Jasper is still coming to terms with being a father.

Most of the time, Rose is successful, but sometimes she gets a little pushy - especially when it comes to things that would keep Oliver closer to the Cullens. Rose is a big advocate for Alice and Jasper to immediately get married, and a lot of that is seizing the opportunity to have Oliver in the house full-time. Alice is not interested in marriage - she's only eighteen and she has her own family, and she and Jasper are still working through their issues - and honestly, Emmett's relieved because he doesn't think Rose is ready to have the baby around 24/7.

But Alice and Rose do slowly form a friendship. It's a basis of mutual respect - Rose respects the fact that Alice is now apart of the family, that she's a capable mom and a good partner for Jasper. Alice respects the fact that this is really hard for Rose, and change doesn't come easy for vampires. And they both adore Ollie and want him to have a happy, normal childhood. Alice does trust Rose with Ollie in a way that she doesn't trust anyone else at the beginning - a mutual understanding of the maternal instinct, perhaps? And as Oliver grows up, Alice and Rose end up being friends on their own merits - they both like fashion, they both like fast cars, and they both have loud and clear opinions.

Oliver is also very, very close to Auntie Ro and Uncle Em - he grows up with both of them dropping any task to play with him, with special sleepovers, with having Rose and Emmett spoil him and love on him so much. So as much as Rosalie will always mourn not being a mother, being able to be there for Ollie's childhood is healing.

(And thank you. Ficmas started as a bit of a silly thing, I am so glad that everyone enjoys it. Definitely thinking of mixing it up for 2024 with an actual request form so I can see What The People Want.)

#asks #my fic: hybrid baby-verse #rose has to heal on the fly in Official Babyverse #in the OG edition she has to watch alice be pregnant and gets more time to come to terms with things

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cursedwithwords · 2 months

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wolfstar, lucissa and jalice for ask game 💪💪

you can be honest im genuinely curious lol

Then I will be very honest 🫂 but please know my opinions on ships has no merit in how I view the shippers. I live in a very ship and let ship household.

Wolfstar:

I'm what the kids would call "anti-wolfstar" I just can't get into it and I hate the fandom versions of sirius and remus so much, they always seem like caricatures of themselves and I can't enjoy any content from it.

Lucissa:

I hate Lucius as a person but I love Narcissa, and so long as she's happy 😊 like I don't care about this ship really but I don't hate it. Does my girl deserve better than that slimy rat? Yes, but that's neither here nor there.

Jalice:

Please don't laugh but I've been out of the fandom since 2020 and have NO idea who this is 😭

#ask game 👏#ship game 👏

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bonjour-rainycity · 3 years

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Spring(ish) Cleaning -- Jalice Secret Santa 2020

@jalicenetwork

Pairing: Jasper/Alice

Summary: It’s that time of the year again, and Jasper doesn’t take it quite as seriously as Alice would like. Fluff! Domestic life!

Disclaimer: I’m not making any money from this nor do I own anything recognizable.

Word count: 1280

Warnings: None

A/n HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! And happy Secret Santa, @alice-cullen-is-an-angel :) I hope you like it <3

“Jasper Whitlock Hale, you get back here right now!”

Jasper squeezes his eyes shut and takes a deep breath before setting his book down on the table. From in front of the TV, Emmett chortles. “Busted.”

With quick movement, Jasper pushes his brother’s head to the floor, then darts up the stairs, dodging Emmett’s retaliatory shove with a full second to spare.

Feeling Alice’s frustration, Jasper puts on what he hopes is a charming smile and hurries up the stairs to their room. “Yes, my love?”

Alice rolls her eyes at her husband’s faked innocence. “You said you were just getting a book.”

The edges of Jasper’s lips twitch. “And I did.”

“You’ve been gone forty-five minutes!”

Jasper rubs the back of his neck with a scarred hand, sheepish. “Well, then I settled down with the book and it got really good, so—”

Alice skips forward and jumps to place a kiss on his nose. “The book will still be here when we’re done.”

Jasper sighs, wanting to put up just a little more of a fight, even though he knows he’s already lost. “The closet will still be here when the book’s done, so…” He trails off under his wife’s death glare.

“You promised we would do this last April. It’s now January first. You know how the humans say—‘new year, new me’, well I say, ‘new year, new clothes’, and new clothes need space so we have to get rid of old clothes. Now sit.” With a measure of strength incongruent for her size, Alice shoves Jasper onto the bed, where he obedient sits with a resigned chuckle. It’s true. He had been putting this off for over nine months. He just hates going through their entire wardrobe—an achingly tedious task that takes hours due to his wife’s love for fashion. Back in the mid-1900s, they only had to do this once every five years or so—clothes weren’t produced as quickly, then, so it really slowed Alice down. Now, she has no limits, and it definitely shows in the size of a walk-in-closet that’s bigger than their actual bedroom, and three storage units scattered across the United States’ northern boarder. So now, Jasper’s least favorite chore occurs at least every eighteen months.

Wonderful.

Alice disappears in the closet and returns within a millisecond, clutching a thick grey button up from Jasper’s section, holding it up for him to see.

“Keep.”

Alice scoffs and quirks an eyebrow, raising the button-up into the light as if that would help Jasper see it through her eyes. “It’s six years old, Jazz.”

Jasper bites back a smile. The shirt is in excellent condition, but the disdain emanating from Alice when she declared the shirt’s age means it clearly has to go. Jasper shrugs, unaffected by parting with the shirt. “Donate, then.”

His wife smiles approvingly, tosses it into a pile, and returns with a nearly identical shirt in deep blue. Though, since this one is only from November, he’s allowed to keep it.

They continue like this for hours, the ‘donate’ pile growing ever larger due to Alice’s strict criteria for keeping an item in their rotation. While Jasper doesn’t enjoy this task, he basks in the one-on-one time with Alice, and mentally chides himself for putting this off for so long. It’s nice, being in their shared space, acting as a husband and wife would. Cleaning out a closet feels very normal, almost human.

He notices Alice taking longer than usual to return with the next item of clothing, and pushes off the bed to investigate. Her emotions hint at amusement, and he’s definitely intrigued. She hears—and mentally sees—him coming, and quickly hides something behind her back, moving to toss it in to the depths of the closet. He’s faster than her though, and locks a hand around her wrist, halting her movement.

“What have you got there?”

Alice gives him his second death glare of the day, though the amusement hasn’t faded. “Nothing. It’s none of your business.”

Jasper raises an eyebrow, slowly snaking his other arm around her back to pull her against him, taking her other wrist in his free hand. He pauses momentarily to enjoy her sharp intake of breath, then continues in his scrutiny. “If it’s in my closet, I’m pretty sure it’s my business.”

“Well, this specific thing isn’t,” Alice shoots back, quite obviously fighting a smile.

He acts on instinct alone, not even giving her second-sight warning before he switches his grip of her wrists to one hand and squeezes lightly, forcing her to drop the object into his free—and waiting—hand. She lunges forward, intending to steal the object back and make a run for it, but Jasper uses his grip to keep her steady, holding the object high out of her reach for both of them to see.

And he dissolves into laughter.

Alice takes advantage of his distraction and extracts herself from his loosened grip, snatching the gaudy hat and holding it in her crossed arms.

“Wha-what is that thing,” Jasper sputters, reaching for the hat. Alice takes a step back, shaking her head resolutely. “No, c’mon, please,” he chortles, raising his hands in mock-surrender. “I’ll be nice, I promise.”

Despite her expression that clearly says she doesn’t believe him, Alice hands back the hat, biting her lip against embarrassed laughter of her own.

Jasper straightens, examining the hat with forced seriousness. “It’s interesting.”

“I got it in Milan,” Alice defends, despite knowing that it won’t help her case against Jasper. Rosalie, maybe, but not her fashion-safe husband. “It’s couture, actually.” At his stuttering laugh of disbelief, Alice nearly stamps her foot. “You just wouldn’t get it!”

“You’re right,” Jasper grins, radiating pure mischief. “I don’t get it. I think it might help if I could see it on.”

“Ohhhh no,” Alice warns, taking a step back. “I’m not giving you any more ammo.”

“Alice,” he coaxes, grinning wickedly. “I’m just a student of fashion trying to better understand the trends of the time. An expert such as yourself wouldn’t deprive me of that, right?”

She knows she won’t win if she’s trapped like this. He’s already got the plan worked out in his mind—back her into a corner and simply take the hat, putting it on her head. So, she tries for her only other option.

She makes a run for it.

Her visions allow her to dodge the arm he throws out in an attempt to stop her, and she makes it into the bedroom. But then he switches to acting on instinct, and it’s all over.

They end up tangled on the bed, laughing wildly as he wrestles the hat from her grip. All too soon he’s won, and he places a soft kiss on her lips before settling the hat firmly on her head, much to her obvious annoyance.

He fights hard to not laugh, but it’s a losing battle.

The hat is somehow as large as a five-tiered cake, which looks absolutely comical on Alice’s four-foot-eleven frame. The extra-wide brim extends way past Alice’s shoulders, plunging the majority of her face into darkness. The hat is a fierce lime green, with bells made of ribbon zig-zagging up to the very top of the hat, upon which, sits an intricate design reminiscent of a bird’s nest.

“You’re beautiful,” he tries, his voice wavering with barely-restrained laughter.

“Donate,” she says firmly, gritting her teeth.

Jasper shakes his head, grinning as he tilts the brim back to see Alice’s less-than amused expression. He fully loses it then, burying his head in the crook of her neck as he shakes with laughter. “Keep.”

A/n Once again, Happy New Year everyone! My requests are open so send me a message if there’s anything you’d like for me to write :) And if you have a moment, it would mean the world to me if you checked out my masterlist! You are all loved, you are strong, and I’m here if you need me <3.

#jalicesecretsanta20 #jalicenetwork #jalice #jalice network #jalice 2020 #alice cullen #jasper cullen #jasper hale #jasper whitlock hale #alice x jasper #jasper x alice #twilight #jalice fluff #jalice domestic life #twilight fanfiction #twilight renaissance #twilight gapfiller #jalice fanfiction

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jalicenetwork · 4 years

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Teen And Up Audiences

Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings

F/M

Complete Work

Summary

The Cullen siblings are taking a vacation in England and they find something they didn't expect.

Language: English Words: 1,201 Chapters: 1/1

#fanfiction #jalice #ff masterlist #ao3feed #2020

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sweetface1 · 4 years

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Disney songs for Twilight Couples 👉👈

Edward and Bella - A Whole New World 🌟

Esme and Carlisle - You’ll Be In My Heart ❤️

Rosalie and Emmett - Can You Feel The Love Tonight 💕

Alice and Jasper - Once Upon A Dream ✨

#twilight #twilight resurgance #twilight 2020 #alice cullen #jasper hale #edward cullen #emmett cullen #rosalie cullen #carlisle cullen #esme cullen #bella swan #carlisle x esme #jalice #alice x jasper #bella x edward #rosalie x emmett #twilight renisance #disney #twilight ships

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kingscrossinseptember · 4 years

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Help I’m torn on what to write for this July's Camp NaNo! Should I work on my long, involved, good vs evil next gen epic or should I work on my slow burn Jalice fic?

#please help me i'm terrible at decisions #camp nano 2020 #camp nano prep #camp nano july 2020 #hp next generation #hp next gen fic #camp nanowrimo #jalice #kingscrossinseptember

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tragicallywicked · 4 years

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JALICE WEEK 2020 ↳ day one: vampire/human @jalicenetwork

Two souls never meet by simple accident.

READ IT ON AO3

#jalice #jaliceweek20 #mary alice brandon #jasper whitlock #twilight #twilight fanfiction #twilight renaissance #twilight fanart #the twilight renaissance #alice cullen #jasper hale #mine #ashley greene #jackson rathbone #jaliceweek

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itsnotpluggedin · 4 years

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For Jalice Week 2020 Day 3 - Canon Gapfillers! Not sure exactly what kind of fanworks this falls under @jalicenetwork

#jaliceweek20 #jalicenetwork #jasper cullen #alice cullen

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flowerslut · 1 year

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Hey, how are you?

So this is going to get long, okay here it goes: I started reading your fics back in 2020 when Twilight fandom rose from the ashes with Midnight Sun and at that time I was going through a lot. I never said that, but you might have saved my life by accident. I swear I devoured Call of the Night in, like, one day.

Your other fics also had a strong impact in me. I think the last one I read (for the first time lol) was an old one which I don't remember the title but it was an all-human au and there was a magic wall where Alice and Jasper met and he was kind of a skater boy or something hot like that and I swear to you, that was one of the most beautiful stories I've ever read. Having something like this to hold on when everything else is falling onto your head can be really healing.

I know you have some projects you are working on and I assume you are taking a break from the Call of the Night series, which I totally respect, so I just wanted to say thank you, truly, and that I couldn't be more excited to read your next Jalice stories. Missing your fics a lot, but take your time, I'll be reading all of them <33

omg baby thank you so much for sending me this 🥺🥺🥺 the last story you read was called To Be Alive and was a one-shot for a jalice week prompt! I am taking a small break from CotN just to stretch some creative muscle over here and indulge in a few other jalice projects but don't worry too much! more jalice stuff will be coming y'alls way at some point! I just want to make it all PERFECT before releasing anything on AO3 or FF.net

I hope you're doing better and I'm so so so so happy I could provide something to help you even just a teensy tiny bit 💖💖💖💖

#ily anon dont be a stranger bestie

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gashousegables · 4 years

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Jalice Week 2020 Day 1

Cult-captive? More like cult-captivated

Human/Vampire

It was hunger that motivated Jasper to stick out his thumb on the side of the road. It was for show – humans were smart enough to remember every single hitch-hiking killer story when they saw his white hand and carefully lowered Stetson. What better time to strike than the middle of the night in the middle of nowhere?

So he was surprised when a car honked, and a beat-up van pulled over in front of him.

He would have simply stepped up and eaten the two people inside immediately – if not for their almost sublime contentment. The driver, a young man with long blond hair, does not react to how swiftly Jasper simply appears at his window, but beams, genuinely thrilled to look at him. “Are you going far, brother?” the man asks him eagerly.

Jasper tilts his head up, letting his black eyes bore into the man. His voice silky and lilting; “Wherever you’re headin’ is just fine.” Still, there is no expected fear, no apprehension, that every human before him had ever beheld at the sight. But Jasper can see the dilated pupils and understands. Whatever substance addled the man unfortunately dampened his survival instincts – more’s the pity for him. “Wonderful!” The man says, as Jasper flicks open the sliding door and climbs in among moldering crates of vegetables. They start off again, as Jasper settles down next to apples. “Oh, wonderful – you don’t seem shy of hard work and Our Father needs strong backs and ready hands,” the man says, all light satisfaction. Jasper does not answer, and does not need to – the man seems just fine limply manipulating the wheel.

They’re not alone in the vehicle – a woman sits beside the man, her head limp and bouncing against the window. She’s not dead, she even hums gently, her brown hair a curtain over her face. She lacks the same joy as the man – but her heartbeat is still very slow, almost sluggish. Jasper was different from most vampires in that smell was not one of the main senses he used. He was barely bothered by holding his breath for longer periods of time because it was not what he relied on. His empath abilities functioned more in a hunt than scent did. He tracked whatever feelings he could stand the most and ate accordingly.

But that didn’t mean his sense of smell was dulled, he just ignored it more often. Now, even for him, Jasper can smell something rancid on the woman – she’d urinated on herself. Frowning lightly, Jasper inhales deeper, crooking his face in her direction. Her piss wasn’t the only sour source of her smell – she was drugged too. Nothing as citrus-fresh as whatever the man had consumed.

“Don’t mind working for your supper?” the man glances back at Jasper with raised eyebrows. Jasper wonders if he could afford to – driving while in this state and not looking at the road. He decides that if the man throws them into a tree, Jasper would use the scant few seconds to eat them both. “A bit of tilling, bit of hauling?” The man prompts as Jasper watches him.

“Much obliged,” Jasper replies softly and the man faces forward again, still incredibly pleased.

Jasper watches as they pull past old, high and well-tended wooden fences.

Our Community Welcomes You

Jasper frowns at the metal sign. Past the gates he could hear the faint din of many people, and there was a large, long and tall building that showed only rows upon rows of windows, all barred.

The driver picks up the mounted radio on the dashboard; “Brother James here, got our crops, got our girl and picked up a traveller,” he says into the mic.

There’s a cursory affirmative that crackles back at them and the gate is dragged open by a man with a rifle on his back.

Suspicion rolls off the man, as the van rumbles past him. Jasper had locked eyes with him and that feeling increased. Certainly he had nothing extra in his veins. Jasper was glad of one clean meal, at least.

The man pulls up into a dirt lot with a piece of corrugated iron for a roof and turns off the van with a sigh.

“We’re home, brother!” Announces Brother James, who hops out of the car, faintly whistling.

Jasper releases the door, sliding it open and revealing the man with the rifle.

“Welcome, new brother,” the man grunts, eyes narrowed harshly. Jasper nods once, following the man who gestures with his gun for Jasper to walk in front of him.

Jasper can see the guards patrolling the fence. Well, two men with rifles walked in the dark, one further behind them and one just watching them now. Obviously they were to start from a certain point along the boundary and cross over.

The gate guard leads Jasper parallel to the house, along a path lit by marker lights stuck into the ground. It was mostly mud with stubborn patches of grass. Jasper could see a dilapidated playground over by the house and plenty of fields where they were heading.

The mud coated Jasper’s already filthy feet and Jasper hears the guard walking in the dark along the fence comment on it, through a radio.

“No shoes – rough living, brother?” The guard asks him. Jasper bobs his head slowly, walking along as the fence guard heads towards the van.

The humming woman was limply dragged out of the van and being pulled up the driveway, towards the house.

When the fence guard reaches the van and Jasper and his escort reach a particularly dark part of the mud path, plenty of the marker lights were out. Jasper kicks out the one marker that was still glowing and turns to the man, grabbing him, sinking his teeth into the fleshy meat of the neck and drinks quickly. The man makes a wet wheeze, too quiet for anyone else to hear. But Jasper doesn’t mind a meal on the go and walks himself backwards slowly, while he keeps his meal elevated by a hand on the throat.

In five casual steps, Jasper’s done and pauses, staring at the limp corpse. He hesitates on where to put it – littering was apparently killing the planet and since Jasper certainly wasn’t dying anytime soon, he’d like to keep the earth as undying as he was. Then he figures since human’s decompose it really wasn’t so hard and tosses the dead man to the side.

One fully grown human was food enough, but Jasper thought perhaps another wouldn’t hurt. He backtracks to the guard by the van and eats him too. It’s less of a headache to stuff the man’s body on top of a crate of potatoes and just close the door on him.

Not it was only curiosity that motivated Jasper forward, trooping silently through the grounds. It was dark, he could hear from the house that there was no commotions or an alarmed din that would signify anyone saw the dead men. Jasper was free to roam.

He avoided the fields – nasty stuff, human food. Rotting in the ground just for humans to pluck it up, dust it off, and let it moulder some more before they ate it. He avoided the house, too, since the humans were in it.

But there was another group of cabins, a line of three, that Jasper couldn’t hear any people. Four boards of cheap plywood nailed together with one door and one window. Two of them were dark and one had yellow light glowing out of the pane.

He went over to them and the first one was … an office. It had a computer and a safe and a KEEP OUT sign on the door. He moved on.

The second cabin had the woman from the van, on a bare mattress, now chained to the floor. She was no longer humming, her eyes were closed, her pulse more sluggish than ever. Still drugged and now passed out. Jasper eyed the thick heavy shackle and the four locks on the door.

The third cabin had people. Jasper recognised Brother James’ voice and a high voice of a woman. Panic rolls off of someone on one side of the room, and close to the door, lust and mild annoyance oozes out of what smells like a rapidly sobering Brother James.

“He killed them, James! That thing you brought in killed Harris and Dole!” The woman’s voice cracks with fear and Jasper pauses. Well, who on earth could this little lady be speaking of?

“Go look – they’re dead. One’s stuffed in the produce van and the other’s by the fence!”

Now Jasper was really curious. No one else is anywhere near them, after all and Jasper saw nothing like cameras around the place.

“Now, now Mary – the poor man was in a t-shirt and jeans,” Brother James’ tone was not slow and soft to be placating – the sarcasm rang clearer than anything. “No shoes, stupid cowboy hat. Couldn’t hurt a fly.”

Jasper touches his hat and scowls, deciding to eat the shithead for that comment.

There’s a clanking sound and a faint rustle. “You’ve got the radio, fuckin’ check,” the woman’s tone was flat and angry.

There’s a plastic clicking sound. “Brother Dole – Mary misses you, over.” Brother James cooed – static sounded. “… Brother Dole, Mary’s all ready in bed for you now, over.” Brother James’ voice cracked on the last word – static sounded. Jasper strolled to the front door – he had half a mind to whistle. “… Brother Harris – come in, over.” James tried again – static sounded.

Jasper waits as the handle on the door rattles and James hisses out a string of curses. Jasper shoved his hands in his pockets.

“No! No!” The woman was screaming now, a chain rattled again. “He’s coming – fuckin’ give me that gun!”

James burst out of the door and into Jasper’s waiting mouth.

Jasper had time to look into the cabin while he swallowed, taking deep pulls while James jerked weakly, powerless under the strength of his jaws. The gun clatters to the floor, a little black one.

Jasper sees cherry-print curtains, pulled open. A poster of a kitten that said ‘God Loves You’. There’s stuttering breaths and fear.

When Jasper’s done, he just opens his mouth and lets James crumple to the floor, revealing a mattress on the floor and the little woman on it.

She is very little and full young. Pale and trembling. She’s staring at Jasper with grey eyes and her hands clapped over her mouth.

She’s wearing a stained pink shift with yellow lace around the neck. She’s chained by the ankle. There’s a colouring book and a pack of pencils by the mattress. As well as a Peter Rabbit plastic plate and a box of condoms.

Jasper steps into the room, over the corpse, and watches the woman cringe away from him.

She wasn’t really looking at him, Jasper realises her eyes weren’t grey – they had a cast. She was blind. Blinded – if the scares around her temples were any indication.

“Uh-um ….” the woman says, swaying her head backward. She freezes, and Jasper watches her. Her eyes dart about, and her emotions shift – fear from trepidation, anger, fury, happiness, contentment. Jasper is very confused – there’s no drugs in her system as far as he can tell. He couldn’t say what was prompting her mood. Her unseeing eyes land on him – something warm and deep in his chest sweeps over him. Jasper’s almost brought to his knees by it – it was so overwhelming he finds himself under its influence. He wonders if James’ blood was affecting him, but only distantly, as the warmth settles over his thoughts and he stops caring.

“Get me up, now,” the woman says, sticking her thin leg out and up, presenting the shackle on her ankle at him.

Jasper blinks slowly, walks to her and kneels down because he wants to be near her. She smiles, puts her hand on his shoulder and pets him clumsily. He tries to right himself, to fill the gaps. “How did you know I killed those men?” he asks her softly.

The woman taps her hairline. “I see here,” she taps the scarred corner of her eye, “not here … Father said I don’t need both types of sight,” she explains. Distant anger flickers damply within him when she’s made mildly sad by what she’s said. Jasper never wants her to be sad. She kicks out her leg to him again. “Rip it off – I know you will. Don’t do it in the way that snaps my ankle, ok?” she asks, as Jasper obligingly slides his fingers under the thick metal, “Gently,”

He pulls the lock apart off her leg, tossing it away. She sighs in relief and Jasper smiles, glad he’s satisfied her.

“Now what?”

“Pick me up.” Jasper gets to his feet then scoops her up. She’s short and she tucks her shoulders into his chin and her nose into the hollow of his throat. He cradles her like glass – he can’t remember what amount of pressure hurts a human, so he won’t risk it. She hums as though deep in thought. “… You’ll need to take me to … a river, I think?” she pulls away from his neck, her eyes scrunched up tight. He waits on her next words. “Far away, just run until morning.”

Jasper nods slowly, and does as he’s told. She tucks herself against him again, as he leaps over the fence and keeps running back down the road he was on before, and further. She bounces around in his arms but he’s not confident enough to cradle her any closer. She’s grasping his shoulders tight enough to prevent her from falling, though, so he’s satisfied. But he slows down, to something of a human pace. “What do I do after daybreak?” He asks her, because he knows he’ll do anything she asks of him.

She’s huffing slightly, but her cheeks are flushed and she smiles at him. Nothing but that warmth emanates from her and he’s almost drunk from it. “Make me up the same as you,” she explains with a nod, “Then I’ll come back and eat my Father. I’ll rip that entire place to the ground.” She stops smiling as she says that, something deeper welling in her that Jasper knew from the South. Determination and dedication. He knew that strong ripple best from Maria – and it had won her most of her territory.

But her words still confused him. “Why would I do that?” he asks her and he’s genuinely asking her. He didn’t know why he’s imprinted on her like an orphan duck – but he was drawn to her like nothing else and he’d never been this far out of his own control. At least, not without being worried about it. But it was the lack of worry he felt about his own lack of control that worried him.

She smiles again, “Because I know you, Jasper.” His name felt right, in her mouth. He found himself smiling just for hearing it.

“Do I know you?” he asks her, his voice a rumbling murmur.

“Not yet – call me Alice.”

#jaliceweek20 #twilight saga fanfic #jalice #I wrote it at 2AM i post it at 2am #that warmth was love he literally doesn't have any idea #probably not Bella in the van but maaaybe

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allicekitty13 · 4 years

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King Of My Heart

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Alice Brandon is a runaway scraping by to survive until the day she meets Jasper Whitlock in a cafe.

Written for Jalice Week 2020 Day1: Vampire/Human

Alice had been living alone, hiding away from the pressures of the world. Five years ago, she had packed a bag in the middle of the night, climbed out her bedroom window, and drove off into the distance aimlessly. Her home life had been... less than excellent, to put things mildly. Her father likely never cared about her; her mother had passed away shortly before Alice's 16th birthday. Her father had remarried within weeks. Even her beloved little sister was starting to look at her oddly. Unable to take it anymore, she left everything she'd ever known behind. Her family hadn't even bothered looking for her, not that she was surprised. Sometimes Alice wondered what they'd told Cynthia about her disappearance... if the younger girl had even cared.

Alice had decided to take up roots in Kennebunkport, Maine, a small town overlooking the Atlantic ocean. People there kept to themselves; they stayed in their cliques inattentive to the going ons of strangers around them, which suited Alice perfectly. Sure, she'd been a subject of interest when she'd first arrived. People had assumed her to be younger than she was, but once she'd proved her age, she was left well enough alone.

She made some of her income working as a tailor, taking in prom dresses, repairing coats, simple work that didn't bring in much revenue. So, she took to pickpocketing, a skill she'd mastered her first year on her own. She'd never been allowed to work a job when she lived with her father; despite the year she left being 2015, he still believed women didn't belong in the workplace. Thus, pickpocketing had been her only means of paying for things as she made the journey northeast. Alice had an inexplicable way of just... knowing things, an ability that had been a large part of her issues back in Mississippi. She always seemed to know what the weather would be ahead of time, where lost items were hidden, little things like that. Unfortunately, it had often gotten her called a freak or accused of being a thief more times than not.

With pickpocketing, though, her gift came in handy; she could discern who the best targets were, what their next moves would be, or how they would react. So why, she wondered, had her intuition failed her that day? Why of all the people in the cafe, she'd chosen to steal his wallet that day.

She'd entered a small coffee shop where she saw him standing near the counter, seemingly not paying attention to anything aside from his phone. She figured she'd be able to quickly pluck the wallet out of his back pocket as she walked by, pretending to be headed for the bathroom. Maybe it had been the hunger that drove her to make that choice, that perhaps she'd gotten too comfortable. Whatever the cause, she hadn't relied on her ability, and he hadn't been as distracted as Alice assumed. He'd quickly grabbed her wrist as soon as she reached for his pocket, his hand freezing cold and firm. The man turned on her quickly with a glare. His gaze softened remarkably as he laid eyes on her.

Pity, she'd assumed, her eyes were sunken, he naturally small frame frail from hunger. Normally people's pitty infuriated her, but something about his unusual golden eyes was captivating. She felt peculiarly serene in his presence. "Can I buy you, lunch ma'am?"

Part of her wanted to turn him down, to submit to her ego. She'd gotten this far in life without any help. Why should she accept assistance from a stranger no matter how charming he may be. Yet, she found herself nodding in acceptance as he guided her to the counter, proceeding to order her a sandwich and juice.

"My name is Jasper," He announced, watching her hurridly scarf down the food.

"Alice," She replied. "Aren't you going to eat?"

"I'm full." He leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms across his chest.

"You're lying." Her guard going up instantly. She didn't trust easily; if this man was lying about being full, what else would he lie about? Still, against every self-protective instinct she relied on to get by, she trusted him.

"Am I?" He smirked at her.

"It's all in the body language. You moved into a defensive position when I asked if you were going to eat. So why lie..." That was when she got that feeling; she just knew, "Oh, you're a vampire. That's lit. Is this like a last meal before you eat me kinda date?"

Jasper looked flabbergasted, "I'm not a vampire!" He whisper-shouted with wide eyes.

"Okay, well, first of all, that was a panicked response, so even if I didn't already know you're a vampire, I sure do now. I'm never wrong, Jasper. So, are you going to eat me... no. No, you're not. Thanks, by the way. I didn't exactly feel like dying today."

"You're a little intuitive, aren't you."

"I just know things."

They stayed for hours in that coffee shop talking. Jasper had walked her home that night, only leaving when she promised he could speak to her again. He wanted to take her on a proper date next time. Alice went to bed, wondering if Jasper had felt the same connection to her that she felt to him. She questioned if he felt just as comfortable as talking to her; if he felt like he'd known her his entire life. It was insane; Alice had spent the past five years since she'd left home perfectly content to be by herself. People made things complicated; people betrayed and hurt you. Nevertheless, Jasper wasn't people; he wasn't even human. So maybe that's why she suddenly felt so very lonely in her studio apartment.

She saw him again the next day; when she left for a walk, he was lingering outside her building. "What are you doing here?" She had asked with a slight blush, silently pleased to find him waiting.

"I wanted to see you again."

Alice's heart raced when he held out a hand; she intertwined her fingers with his noting how it felt... right. Like her hand was made to hold his. Jasper would keep up this routine daily, arriving at the same time every morning just as Alice was leaving her apartment. Their relationship moved quickly from curious strangers to tentative lovers. Within a week, she had felt comfortable enough to invite him up to stay the night.

Late at night, they would lie together, sometimes reclined on her couch, others sprawled out on the bed. The pair had become closed off to the world, living in their own private kingdom they'd created within her apartment. She'd broken all of her rules in allowing him to become so ingrained in her life. She liked to keep people at a distance, never getting too close. Yet here she lay, curled up on her bed with this man. She'd shared all of her secrets with him, told him at just sixteen she'd run away from an awful family environment. She'd explained how she had lived on her own for the past five years, scraping to get by relying on lies and pickpocketing to survive. She told him how she had changed her name, and even hearing the word 'Mary' would send her into a panic, how despite no signs of anyone attempting to search for her, she lived in fear of her former family tracking her down.

His heart had broken for the woman he loved hearing how she had gotten to where she was. He swore to her she would never have to live through anything like that again. In turn, he detailed his own experiences, telling her about Maria's army, his best friend Peter, and his powers of emotion. He told her about the day he'd met a man named Emmett who'd convinced him there was another way to live, how he was able to feed off animals.

Alice asked him once if he'd used his power to make her fall in love with him because she "Sure felt like she was under a spell." He denied any wrongdoing, explaining that he'd cared for her from the moment he'd laid eyes on her. The only time he ever had or ever would use his power would be to calm her from the panic he often sensed.

It was on one of those nights Alice received the call. They were lying on her bed, chatting about favorite books enjoying each other's company when Alice's phone began to ring. "That's strange..." She commented. People only called her to make tailoring appointments; it was far too late for that. The only exception was Jasper, who was lying beside her.

"Answer it," Jasper sat up on the bed, leaning back on one hand for support, gently massaging Alice's shoulder with the other. "I'm sure it's nothing." He grinned, planting a kiss on her temple. "Probably just a wrong number."

"Yeah, you're probably right." She was being paranoid. No one had found her yet, she thought, sliding the indicator on the screen to the left accepting the call. "Hello?"

"Mary." A hauntingly familiar voice greeted her in a malicious tone.

Alice froze in horror, sending Jasper into immediate alert, having sensed the overwhelming emotion suddenly radiating from her. "Are you still there, Mary," The voice taunted.

Alice, still in shock, unable to respond, remained silent as she shook. Jasper wrapped a comforting arm around her, trying to send out waves of calm despite his fury. He didn't know who was on the other end of the phone, but he immediately hated them for causing his Alice to feel so much hurt, panic, and terror. He grabbed the phone from Alice's hand, pressing it to his ear.

"Who is this." He growled.

"I could ask you the same."

"Answer. The. Question."

"Mary's father. We haven't seen the poor girl in years. She's done a good job of hiding, but it's time for her to get help."

"My girlfriend has no family."

"Poor boy, I don't know what my daughter has told you, but I assure you she's a lunatic. It's for the best she get help. Please tell Mary, my wife and I have arrived in Kennebunkport and..." Jasper ended the call, refusing to listen to anymore. He turned his attention back to Alice, who had curled herself tightly into a ball on the bed where she shook silently sobbing.

"Alice..." He lay down next to the girl, heartbreak evident in this voice. "What did they do to you... come here."

She complied, scooting over into his arms; he held them tightly around her, shhing in her ear, allowing her to release all the emotion she'd repressed for years. "They're going to take me away; they'll lock me up."

"Then we'll leave before they come for you."

"What?"

"Alice, I can have you on the other side of the country within two hours."

"What if they find me again."

"I know some people; you learn a lot about how to disappear when you've been alive almost 160 years."

"Okay," Her voice trembled as she nodded in affirmation. She crawled out of bed and began to pack a bag grabbing only the necessities. She'd long ago placed a terrifying amount of trust in Jasper. If he thought he could keep her safe, she would follow him to the ends of the earth.

#jaliceweek20 #Jalice #alice cullen #jasper hale #Twilight

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bonjour-rainycity · 4 years

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Getting to Know You

Jalice Week 2020 Day 3: Cannon Gapfillers

Pairing: Jasper/Alice

Rating: K+

Summary: In the hours after their first meeting, Jasper and Alice get to know each other

Disclaimer: I’m not making any money from this nor do I own anything recognizable

Word Count: 1489

Warnings: Brief mentions of violence

Rain sputters against the window, causing the rickety old shutters to groan under its force. Despite the chill, the fireplace on the edge of the room remains unlit, the cold not affecting the two vampires occupying the room.

Alice perches on the edge of the bed, legs crossed delicately, gazing at her counterpart with fondness in her eyes. Jasper stands across the room, looking upon the small woman with hesitation and uncertainty.

They’ve been like this for twenty minutes, and Alice is about to break. Laughter pushes past her lips and she dissolves into giggles.

“You don’t have to stand so far away, you know. I don’t bite.” And although her tone is light, her words carry truth. With her visions to guide her, Alice stayed safely north, far away from the horrific vampire wars of the South. She never had to experience the carnage, the distrust, the terror.

Jasper did.

In fact, for the first many decades of his new life, it was all he knew.

So while she wishes he would collapse in her arms and allow himself to be held by her, she gives him his space. After all, only one of them has been in love with the other for the past twenty-eight years.

The blond vampire tucks his hands into his pockets, lifting his eyes to look into hers. There’s a measure of honesty there that catches her off guard. “I can tell.”

Alice scrunches her face in confusion. He has no reason to trust her words…so why would he accept them so easily, if not because he loves her too?

Her hope flares.

Jasper smiles hesitantly then, and it’s the most beautiful sight she’s ever seen. “I have a gift of my own. I can feel people’s emotions.”

Alice wonders if she should feel embarrassed. For anyone else, the subject of your affections discovering your unrequited love would be completely humiliating. But for her, it brings a sort of comfort and excitement. He knows she loves him, and he’s not running away.

A small smile spreads across Alice’s face. “Well, then, I guess you already know quite a bit about me.”

“Not as much as you know about me,” he counters, deciding momentarily to take a step in her direction, then choosing against making the movement. When he feels Alice’s disappointment, he can’t help but grin. “Sorry.”

But Alice just shrugs, retaining her usual positive nature. “You won’t stay over there much longer. I can wait.”

Again, a warm feeling spreads through him at her certainty. He takes a small step forward, very much enjoying her spike of happiness.

It’s been so long since he’s made someone happy.

Still beaming, Alice brings the conversation back to their previous topic. “So does it bother you that I know so much about you and you’ve only just met me?”

Jasper sees no point in lying. “Some. But if everything goes as you say it will—” at this, he can’t help but throw her a teasing look, “I’m guessing I’ll get to know you in time.”

Alice scoots further back onto the bed, her back hitting the wall. She pats the spot in front of her. “We have a lot of time right now.”

Jasper hesitates, mentally running through all the reasons he should not join Alice on the bed. But Alice rolls her eyes, foreseeing each of his arguments and refuting them in kind.

“The bed is not too small, you know I’m not going to hurt you, and there’s no one around to care about propriety.”

The last argument though, gives her pause. Her eyes soften, and she extends a hand out invitingly, the picture of vulnerability and openness. Her emotions betray no fear, like he would expect. Because really, she should be terrified of him.

“You’re not going to hurt me, Jasper. That’s not who you are.”

Like before, he feels her complete certainty. She believes this as fact. But how can she, he wonders, when the evidence of my violence is displayed so clearly all over my body?

But she remains steadfast in her belief of his goodness, and he vows right then and there to strive to meet those expectations. For all eternity.

With blank eyes, she sees his choice, then breaks free from her vision, radiating pure joy. Jasper gives in to her emotions, her presence, and his own desires, and walks slowly to sit with her on the bed.

Smiling smugly, Alice tilts her head to the side. “What do you want to know?”

Although he already has a guess, Jasper starts with the obvious—how she knew to find him—and she confirms his hunch, though adds a detail he wasn’t expecting.

“You were the first thing I saw,” she states simply. “When I woke up alone, I had no idea where I was, who I was, or what had happened to me. But I saw your face, and your smile, and felt security like I’d never felt before, and I knew one day, it would all be okay. And it was you, the exact scene of you that I saw earlier in the diner. Ruffled blue shirt, hair the color of honey, and different like me.” She pauses, looking down at her hands for a moment, indecision waging within her. Finally, the words escape her lips, so quiet that Jasper has to concentrate to hear. “It was you that helped me not be so afraid of myself, in the beginning. I thought, if such a good man is like me, then what’s there to be afraid of?”

Her confession floors Jasper, who swallows thickly. Her conclusion was wildly incorrect—how could a monster like him and a kind ray of sunshine like her ever be comparable—but the fact that she found comfort in him of all things…it stirs something in his heart he thought burned away long ago. The emotion is a little debilitating, and he quickly tries to steer the conversation to a safer topic.

“How did you escape The Volturi’s notice if you had no one to guide you? Newborns aren’t exactly known for their self-control…” At the reminder of his not-so-distant past, he holds back a flinch.

But Alice remains unbothered, continuing easily. “My visions. The thirst was definitely strong, overwhelming, even. But any time I decided to act on killing someone, a vision would warn me that it would lead to my death. I eventually figured out that I could avoid those results if I was discrete, so I learned to hunt farther from town and bury my food when I was done with it. Once I knew the rules, the thirst became a lot easier to navigate.”

She sees his next question, and smiles. “Yes, it’s the same reason I knew to stick to the northern part of the continent. I didn’t exactly know what was going on, but I knew my presence in the South would result in my death.”

The image of Alice, delicate, sweet Alice, caught up in the wars for territory causes him to clench his jaw against a snarl.

Then, the image of dismembering and burning Alice, as he would have done without question, causes him to hang his head in shame.

Alice places a gentle hand on his shoulder, and it takes everything in him not to flinch away. He doesn’t want to hurt her like that.

“What is it?”

Through his self-loathing, he forces himself to speak. After all, she has a right to know who she’s comforting. “I was imagining you fighting in the wars…and I know I would have killed you.” Again, he clenches his jaw, feeling crushed under his shame and despair.

Alice surprises him by shaking her head. “If I had met you then, yes, you probably would’ve killed me. But if I didn’t have my visions,” she continues, louder now to speak over his anguished groan, “I would have been killed anyway. Or ran into you down the road and tried to kill you. Or never even met you at all. Or a thousand other outcomes.” When he refuses to look at her, she takes his chin, lifting it up so he has to confront her eyes. “Jasper, we are only together because of crazy, impossible, specific circumstances. In any other reality, we wouldn’t have found each other, but in this one, we have! Can’t we just celebrate our miracle?”

And when he looks at her, really looks at her, and allows her hope and happiness and certainty to wash over him, he can allow himself to relax. For once, he turns off the part of his brain that constantly cycles through the what-ifs and allows himself to be fully in the moment with this woman who, four hours ago, was a complete stranger.

So with a smile, he takes Alice’s hand in his. “I can do that.”

And they continue getting to know each other.

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