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alecvolturiswifeforever · 2 months

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Valentine’s day blurbs 💌 (A.V, D.V, F.V, J.V)

warnings: none!

a/n: happy valentine’s day! mwah kisses for you all💋💋

(no one understands how HARD it is to figure out different scenarios for each character without them seeming similar. these were also written at 2AM… sorry if this sucks!)

Alec:

ʚɞ

“Hello my love”

Your giggles quickly turned into loud laughs as Alec pulls you onto his lap. You wrap your arms around his neck to stable yourself as he manages to burrow his head into the crook of your neck softly pressing kisses onto the supple skin.

“How was your day?” You speak softly, stroking his hair and pressing a delicate kiss to his temple. He lifts his head to press a kiss to your lips in return before he answers… hesitantly.

“It was… fine.”

“Just fine?”

“Mhmm”

A moment of silence washes over you both before you narrow your eyes at him.

“What are you hiding?”

You raise an eyebrow at his… apathy and he breaks his stoic facade, the expression being replaced by his signature smirk.

“I cannot keep anything from you, can I?” He groans loudly, tipping his head back “…I have a surprise for you.”

The way your eyes light up makes him smile at you softly, brushing a hand to stroke your cheek “You do?”

“I do, however it requires you to close your eyes.” You huff in frustration but do as you are told regardless. You feel him stand with you in his arms, bridal style, accidently letting out a squeal. He chuckles at you before speeding up to the door of your shared chambers, placing you on your feet.

He guides you to enter before softly whispering, coaxing you to open your eyes. Your mouth drops open at the sight in front of you. The room was lit by soft twinkling fairy lights, surrounding the ceiling and draping across the fireplace which was already lit and warming the room. The largest of couches was set up with blanket and cushions, TV already on and at the ready. Next to the couch a small bowl of your favourite sweet treats sat, as well as a bouquet of vibrant red roses.

You felt your face form a pout as happy tears filled your eyes, turning to wrap your arms around him gently.

“You like it? I was thinking we can relax and have a bath together, and then we can watch some movies… whatever you want..” He whispers softly. You pull away and wipe your eyes, making him pout at you gently.

“I love it! I love you! You’re so cute when you’re all soft like this.” You squeal as he abruptly throws you over his shoulder and onto the bed, climbing atop of you and grazing his teeth playfully along the column of your neck.

“You better not let anyone hear you say that, or I’ll eat you.”

ʚɞ

Demetri:

ʚɞ

You were woken by soft kisses pressed to your shoulder, drifting across your neck and up your cheek. A soft yawn comes from your lips as you sit up, wiping the sleep from your eyes.

Demetri remains laying next to you, gazing up at you with nothing but love in his eyes. He softly strokes your hip as he smiles.

“Good morning, tesoro. Happy Valentine’s Day.” He speaks softly and you groan, falling into his chest and snuggling back into him. He chuckles at you before sitting you up again and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He pouts at you playfully and just narrowly avoids you swipe at him in response. “Come, you have to get up. I intend to spoil you today.”

“You spoil me everyday!” You whine “It’s too early!”

“My love it’s ten in the morning. I already let you sleep in today. You can’t sleep the whole day away-“ You interrupt with a groan and he laughs at you. “Just for me? Please?”

You make the mistake of peeking up at him, seeing the puppy eyes he is giving you. You melt at the sight, forcing yourself to sit up and wake up for the day. Only then do you notice two suitcases packed by the door, quickly turning to raise an eyebrow at him. Surely he does not have to leave for a mission - a long mission - on today of all days?

“Where you going?” You question and he sends you a wink before pulling you close.

“Where are we going.” He corrects, brushing your hair back from your face.

“We?” You gasp before hopping onto his lap, let’s either side of his own “Where? Where? Tell me!”

“It’s a surprise, I’m sure you’ll love it.” He smirks before leaning closer. “But first, I wouldn’t mind a little indulging for a moment, hm?”

His lips ghosts your own and you melt into him, putty in his hands. You place your hands gently on his chest, feeling his own massaging soft circles upon your waist before drifting down to your hips.

“Yes sir..”

ʚɞ

Felix:

ʚɞ

“Love! … Felix! … Felix!” You try to gain his attention and he holds a hand out, asking for your patience with the phone still pressed to his ear. You pout as said hand cups your face, brushing your lower lip gently and travelling down to stroke your jaw. Soft tingles run across your body as he does so, the blaze of arousal beginning to ignite in your lower stomach yet again.

The two of you had been staying for a few weeks away in Paris, perfectly aligning with Valentine’s Day (you were almost one hundred percent certain Felix had planned it that way, though he would never admit it) and the two of you had to… hold back. You didn’t not want to destroy another hotel room with your antics. After a few more excruciating minutes, he finally put the phone down. You practically pounced on him. He caught you, hands beneath you to hold you up as you pressed kisses to his face.

“My love, you need to start getting ready.”

You pulled back in alarm: “Ready for what?”

He placed you on your feet, pulling the sleep shirt you were wearing over your head, softly grazing his cold fingers across your collarbones and down your ribcage.

“Well… firstly we are going sightseeing-“

“Where?!”

“Wherever you want to go, pretty girl, and then I will be taking you shopping. We have some very special plans for tonight.”

“What kind of special plans?” You eyed him skeptically, wondering where his mind was heading.

“Plans that require you to wear one of those fancy dresses I adore seeing you in… though perhaps I shall treat you to something much more enticing for me to see you in later. That is all I will be revealing. Hurry along, mia dolce ragazza. We have places to be”

Your face flushes a deep red at his innuendo, though you knew he wasn’t kidding. If there was one thing Felix loved even more than you, it was spoiling you. And that is exactly what he planned to do.

ʚɞ

Jane:

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It seems as if your mate was avoiding you… and if the flower arrangement followed by the sweet message she had placed directly next to the beautiful bouquet was enough to go by, you would say she was rather embarrassed. She was never one to be a loving partner to say the least. Though even she knew the occasion called for it.

It seemed every attempt you made at stalking her down, she managed to figure out and evade you once more. You had no other option. Slowly, you snuck up on her as she stood outside the training room, pressing her into one of the alcoves suddenly in order not to be seen (she would absolutely die of embarrassment if you were caught canoodling like two teenagers) and pressed a soft kiss to her lips, wrapping your arms around her small frame.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, my love” You mumbled into her shoulder, pressing closer to her as she hummed in acknowledgment. You felt her wrap her own arms around you, and smiled softly to yourself. “Thank you for my flowers this morning.”

You felt her smile against your neck, only for a moment, and you pulled her away to watch her face gently. She mumbled out a soft ‘you’re welcome’, though judging by the way she avoided your eyes, you knew that if she could blush she would be the brightest shade of red.

You giggled at her and she scowled at you.

“Don’t laugh at me.”

“I’m not laughing at you…” You tease and her frown deepens.

“Amore…”

“I’m sorry you’re just too cute when you’re like this.”

She growls at you, one of her dainty hands moving up to grip your jaw. A whimper escapes you, although your smile widens as she glares at you before sighing, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips.

“I am like this with you and only you. No one else is to know.” You roll your eyes, kissing her gently again.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re evil. I know”

ʚɞ

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the-faceless-bride · 6 months

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🌲Welcome to Forks 🍃

Tags: @art3mas @the-atlantic-french-fry @mzcrazy2 @sadbitchfangirl @sinofwriting @ateliefloresdaprimavera

Characters: [name] Swan, Bella Swan, Charlie Swan, Jacob Black, and The Cullen family

Plot summary: Renae had enough of your attitude, she decided it was best for you to stay with your sister and Father in Forks. Paying to fly you out to forks, To Charlie's Delit and Bella's chagrin. However, seeing how Bella has been acting you watch closely as to what she does. And seeing how she treats Dad and an old friend Jacob, you feel it best to call her out. Because that's what big sisters do.

Warning: swearing, yelling, Bella being a hypocrite and not like other girls, crying, arguments, slapping, Edward being a creep.

A/n: Fuck Edward. And not in a good way. In a grossed out over his bs way.

Chapter one: welcome Home.

Chapter summary: finally, after so long of arguing, craving to get out of the heat, wanting to be with your dad and go home. Your mother finally agreed. You were on your way back to forks.

This chapter will contain? Bella is stand-off-ish (what else is new), Charlie is the best dad he could be, fluff, and readers' first day in forks.

You ran to your Dad; he had been waiting for you leaning against his car a smile on his face, happy both his litter girls were home. His arms were wide open for you, "Dad!" you screeched as you let your body crash into him, you missed your dad. You hated being away from him, and while Bella took to your mother, you were and always will be a daddy's girl.

Charlie looked at you, pulling away his hands resting on your shoulders. "wow. Look at you!" you smiled as you brushed soft curls from your face, "My little girl, grown up!.. Well. Not grown up too much. You're still my baby girl you hear me?" you laughed as you nodded your head. "well. What do you say we go home, sweetpea?"

The drive back wasn't painfully long, time seemed to fly catching up with your favorite parent. You told him about how you found a love for fashion, how you missed forks, how good it was to not be in constant heat.

Pulling to the house you could barely remember still felt good and nostalgic, "who's truck?" you asked confused. Maybe Dad got a new car? "oh, yeah that's Bella's got her it as a welcome home gift." he paused then looked down then to you, "Well...now I feel bad I didn't think to get you something." you smiled at up at your dad, you loved Charlie. "it's ok dad, im just happy to be home."

He smiled at the use of the word home, giving a cheery "let's go!" you practically bounced to the front door. Ready to get in the house and race up to your old room wanting to see what had been made of it.

As soon as Charlie opened the door you rushed up the stairs, Charlie letting out a chuckle locking the door behind him before following after you, "Slow down! I'm getting old I can't chase after you like I used to!" he huffled with a smile.

Your room was untouched. Just as it always has been. Twin bed, white ruffled bed frame, light dusted pink walls, soft carpet, chipped white painted bedside table and dresser, the vanity in the middle of the wall near the window. It was perfect. Just as it always has been.

But then it hit you, "Wait. Where's Bella?" you turned to a slightly out-of-breath Charlie, "Oh, well. She's got this new... Boy. Friend. A friend she's been hanging out with recently." he mumbled unsettled by the topic, Bella... Your sister. Your awkward, no-fun, book-loving, blend-in-with-the-crowd sister Bella. Was out late... With a guy?

Maybe this whole moving to forks thing was a really good thing for her.

"oh! Before we do anything else someone wants to see you!" you focus your attention back on your dad and not on your thoughts as you tilt your head, you just got here who would want to see you already? Charlie was now the one rushing down the steps to open the door, you laughing and closing on his heel.

"[Name!]"

"Billy!"

" Hey [name]"

"JACOB!"

You hugged Billy, before pulling Jacob down to your height and messing with his hair, he laughed and 'struggled' in your grip. You always loved Jacob, he always followed you around when you were younger. You were a year older than him and Bella, they always wanted to hang out with you, no matter where you went Jake and Bells were close behind you.

"im happy to see you [name], im glad to have my two best friends back." you really hugged Jacob this time. No longer the little boy you had to protect from the other older kids like Paul.

Feels so long ago.

Just then a car pulled up to the house, an expensive car at that.

Out came Bella still in her loose hoodie, layered shirts, unbrushed hair pulled back with a plain headband, baggy jeans, and a brown book bag. Yup. Same old Bells. But then came out a boy. Pale as could be with fluffed-up hair, nothing noticeable with what he was wearing, he looked like 'random guy in a crowd #4' the one thing that stood out was his eyes. Pricing gold eyes.

He stared at you, an odd expression on his face. His Face contorted like he was in pain. Looking you up and down.

From your softly curled hair, light eye make-up blushed cheeks, and plump lips, the loose complementary scarf that clung loosely around your shoulders, your tight top, fuzzy sweater, skirt, leggings, and fluffy leg warmers, what was this guy staring at?

His eyes shifted to Billy and Jacob and he made a face, one that shifted from pain. To disgust. You narrowed your eyes, just what in the hell was this guy's problem?!

Then what made you realize you had work to do, and a serious chat to have.

When your Dad smiled at your sister slightly opening his arms and giving a "Hey sweetie Bells!" she made and face heading in side with a mumbled "hi Charlie."

... Oh fuck no.

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teamjacobthot · 3 months

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nyctophobia

chapter 8: trigger

read on ao3 | read on ff.net | spotify playlist | fan cast

summary: think of the biggest hater you know. it's a man, right? prom '05 has finally arrived, and it's about to get uglier than edward cullen up in here...

word count: ~7.7k

warnings: more of the same in previous chapters + blatant sexual tension and flirtatiousness + extra profanity (first "fuck" incoming) + physical violence

thank you so much to everyone who's been following along and being patient with me. I told you it wouldn't take me this long to give y'all another chapter! I just wanna add that I know we all know how the original story that smeyer gave us ends for our princess diana of the twilight saga, but let this be a reminder to have fun and like… live in the moment of the story lol. while we all know how shit goes for lee-lee in canon, this story is still a fanfic. just trust me.

this chapter was masterfully beta-read by @bellasdumptruckass. tytyty so much for taking this chapter from a good 8.5 to an 11. I'm SO proud of how it turned out.

I hope you enjoy the update! show me some love in the comments if you're real <3

tag list (literally just copying and pasting from old posts - pls lmk if you want me to tag/untag you in future nyctophobia posts): @leahclearwaterdefensesquad @cheerynoir @big-idiot-wolf-boys @the-golden-onion @howlonghaveyoubeenseventeen @phil-dwyer-stan-account @paulxlahotee @edwardsmedow @the-most-pathetic-edge-marquis @effervescent-influenza @gezellig-writes @witchyangela @leahcee @haletwinsstan @musingsofvenus @leahclearwlwater @haemshaems @vampiresarezombies @femmealice @blackpack @bellasoutrageousflavor @tenarcansteponme @me-and-jake @plainjaniedee @renegadepack @manicpixietwilight @emotwilights @jacobyouidiotihadit @edwardsmate4ever @sugarshackpeasant

#nyctophobia #mine #fic #twilight fan fiction #twilight fanfic #twilight fic #twilight fanfiction #leah #leah clearwater #sam #sam uley #leah clearwater x sam uley #emily #emily young #fr tho this chapter eats downnnnnn and y'all need to read it

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kwop-kilawtley · 4 months

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Jacob & Bella begin to blossom.

Jacob & Bella go on a bowling date on a rainy Friday night in the spring. Things happen this time.

*This one-shot is set in the New Moon era, pre-wolf transformation, Edward doesn’t come back yet and is in Jacob’s POV. Since the Twilight timeline makes my head spin, I’ve changed it. Feb 20th: movies with Mike, but Jake never phased. March & April was just simply Bella & Jake hanging out. Within that time, they started to fall for each other more without explicitly saying anything. LET THEM BE TEENS, DAMNIT!! Let them be silly! Also, within this time, Bella tells Jake about Edward & the Cullens cause I headcanon human Jacob understanding/believing her. May the 18th: Jake finishes his Rabbit (it took him longer cause they were having fun & he was distracted) & takes Bella bowling.

#twilight #team jacob #twilight renaissance #jacob x bella #bella #jacob black #new moon #bella swan #bella x jacob #twilight fan fiction #twilight fanfic #new moon fanfic

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goldeneyedgirl · 7 months

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AILess Whumptober Day 4: Hiding An Injury

useless. (day 4: hiding an injury).

twilight, alice/jasper, pg, eclipse-au. descriptions of wounds, light body horror, angst, ATBT-verse.

Blame @flowerslut, she picked ATBT-verse for today's prompt and it got depressing.

Proofing it tomorrow because I am sleepy, so forgive the errors. We're going entirely on the Vibes right now guys. Fun fact, we've officially established that in All These Broken Things-verse, it's Alice's left leg that is crippled (I looked and I don't think that I've ever actually specified which leg it was before now.)

When she has the vision, she immediately tells the Cullens. It’s the least she can do, to protect Bella.

(That’s a lie. She sees the red hair and she trembles, knowing that Victoria is back, so close. That Bella might be Victoria’s target, her symbolic revenge, but there is a target on her back too. That Victoria won’t stop until she is dead for forsaking James. Her hands shake as she watches the redhead dart through the woods that she knows so well, and she holds her breath until she is back in her chair in the attic window, overlooking the forest. And then she tells the Cullens and pretend she’s not hoping for someone to comfort her, reassure her.).

She recites it all, and preparations are made over her head - Bella will go to Florida with Edward to see her mother, and the Cullens and the Pack will take care of Victoria.

“It’s best if Bella doesn’t know any of this,” Carlisle says to them all and she nods, like she has conversations with Bella. Like she’s not going to hide upstairs, and trying not to think about Victoria and her rage, that streak of cruelty that was hard-earned.

(Alice has never begrudged Victoria her pain, but she’s always wondered why, after everything, Victoria wanted to pass on all the hurt and the misery.)

Four days, she has to wait. Four days of curled in a ball with her sketchbook, trying not to think, trying not to worry - to looking ahead and trying to find something reassuring in her visions, but she’s so overwhelmed that she’s too uncertain to see anything of value.

She’s on her way to shower - the one thing that Esme does fuss about is how often they all bathe - when Jasper catches her, coming up the stairs. He watches her carefully, and she moves a little faster, holding her clothing tighter to her chest.

(He can probably feel her worry, her fear. He’ll tell the others, and they’ll think she knows something she hasn’t told them, that this will all go wrong. Or maybe he knows she’s being ridiculous, worrying over old ghosts and nightmares she can’t even have. So she takes a long shower and by the time she goes back upstairs, he’s shut up in his study and leaving her alone.)

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Carlisle once told her that disassociation is the mind’s way of dealing with too much stress. She doesn’t precisely know where he was going with that train of through, as he’d had to leave in the middle of the conversation, but she assumes that it was about her past.

She wishes he’d stayed long enough to tell her how to fix it because she’s standing in the woods with her family feeling like she’s watching herself. She’s got her arms wrapped around herself, as they wait. She tries to trigger her gift, but she’s not in the right headspace - she’s too agitated, too worried, too far away from herself to get anything sensible out of her gift. And she’s already told them everything, right down to the angle they’ll be standing. She can’t do more than she already has.

(This has to work. Everyone is getting impatient.)

And then she appears, staring at them from a clearing with a smirk on her face and a hood over her hair to conceal the colour against the dark of the forest. A smart move, and one that gives away more than the Cullens could even understand.

(Victoria is being too careful right now; she’s never bothered with that kind of camouflage before. Which means she has an agenda, she has a plan. She’s wondered that before, why Victoria is even here like this when roaming the woods at night is hardly going to get her closer to Bella Swan. But it doesn’t really matter, she supposes - it certainly didn’t during the planning session - as long as they catch her tonight.)

She takes off the second the Cullens go to move - she’s always been jealous of how fast Victoria is - and they immediately take off after her.

Towards the boundary… That’s very curious, the stench of the Pack should send her flying in the opposite direction. Surely it’s off-putting enough, even if Victoria doesn’t know about the shifters…

(She’s overthinking this. She always did that when she was with them, trying to avoid the blow to come. She needs to be in the moment, not worrying about the ephemeral parts of what is transpiring. Focus, focus on Victoria, on the rough topography of the ground with her bad leg. The rest can be worried about later.)

Victoria is fast; Alice is definitely not able to catch her when she’s half crippled - the rest of the Cullens are far swifter and it’s still not going to be enough. Victoria has always been able to outrun trouble. She’s seen it for decades. They cannot hope to catch her, they have to…

They have to outwit her.

It’s a simple plan - cut her off, let the Cullens catch her. And it makes her chest hurt, standing against Victoria like that (the furrowed scars down her side carved out by Victoria’s nails pull when she twists, she remembers Victoria’s rage and James’ amusement so clearly) but it’s going to be the only way they can stop her, they can get the upper hand. She can do this.

She doesn’t bother calling out to the Cullens; she doesn’t want to tip Victoria off. She knows the woods, knows exactly how to compensate for her lack of speed. She pushes herself faster, the scar tissue pulling tight and aching, because she wants this to be over. She wants this to be finished so that they’re all gone and dust and nothing else.

(That’s the first time she’s really thought that. She’s tucked it right down in the back of her heart; that she will never find peace whilst Victoria is still alive. She cannot walk around without fear, without terror of it all falling to pieces, with one of them still haunting her. It’s a hateful thought, proof that they got to her in the end, that she can’t find peace without death.)

And there - the curly red hair that she remembers, her stomach twisting. She’s above her, on a ledge, and it’s going to work, she’s going to be cut off perfectly. Maybe this is the one thing that she can do right, she can pull off and the Cullens will be pleased. She saved Bella, she redeemed herself for the ballet studio and proved herself. It’ll fix things. Not everything, but it will be better.

Jasper and Carlisle both see her as she launches herself off the ledge and right in front of Victoria; Jasper’s eyes wide at the sight of her. She wonders if perhaps she’s surprised him in a good way. That would be nice.

Victoria snarls at her, the hatred and rage twisting her face into something ugly. And she’s so much smaller than Victoria but she tries - she’s crouch and growling, trying so hard to be convincing enough that Victoria will choose to dart off to the left…

(Why does she hope for anything? She’s not lucky.)

Instead, Victoria hits her with the speed of a battering ram, and the pair of them explode through the trees - she can hear the Cullens yelling. She’s barely stopped moving when Victoria is back on top of her, teeth snapping and nails striking out. There’s too much momentum and they are tumbling down hill, and at some point she pulled a clump of Victoria’s hair out, and left a few good scratches too - more out of panic and defence than design, but it is something. One little moment of retribution, a drop of water in the ocean, but it is something.

Except Victoria is bigger and stronger and she’s not sure what happens but there’s a burst of pain hot and wet across her middle, the wretched pain of her skin splitting open, and it’s enough to render her useless for that split moment as she falls gracelessly into the river that marks the boundary.

(The familiarity of pain, the futility of fighting back, it hangs heavy in that moment as the Cullens and the Pack descend. It’s like being dragged suddenly under water, and she must burst back into the moment that she rests in.)

There’s not much to be said except that Victoria gets away and everyone is furious.

“What were you thinking?” Jasper snaps at her, as she climbs back up the banks and tries not to react to the wound in her side. She’ll hunt and it will heal, like always. There’s no need to draw attention.

“I tried…” she begins but Jasper has already turned away from her in disgust; no one is looking at her as they bicker with the Pack. Whatever her explanation is, it doesn’t matter. She lowers her head, and lingers behind the group. There’s the odd urge to stamp her foot, to point out that she was with Victoria for eighty years, and might be able to offer them something of value.

She ignores it. Mostly because her side hurts, burns even, and that means that there’s venom in it. Not enough to smell, but enough to make the next day or two stretch endlessly in front of her.

In the end, Victoria gets away. The Cullens are frustrated, the Pack are angry, and she gets nothing for her efforts except fresh scratch marks and her stomach ripped open.

(This is what she gets for lying. For pretending this was for Bella and not for herself.)

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The trek home is long, and the burn in her side has settled itself in - she can already feel it in her hip and leg. Thankfully, it’s her bad leg so none of them notice that she’s walking stiffly. The walk is mostly silent, and she knows that they blame her.

(She’s glad Edward isn’t here. She couldn’t bare to have him hear her mind right now, and tell them all that she lied to them. That she wanted Victoria dead for herself and Bella was just an easy excuse. She’s ashamed of herself, and she’s made the mess even bigger.)

She ghosts straight up the stairs to the attic, with the door shut tight, before the rest of them have even gathered in the living room to call Edward and let him know that they failed. That if she’d been faster and stronger, perhaps they would have had Victoria’s head as a trophy and she could have lived in a world where she didn’t feel hunted. Instead, Bella gets to return home where Victoria still wants to kill her, still hides in the shadows and waits.

(Sometimes she wonders if Bella has nightmares. She’s glad she doesn’t sleep, because the things in her head scare her when she’s awake.)

It’s been a long day, a longer night, and she’s not surprised when she lies on the hard attic floor, right at the back where no one will see her and lets the catatonia roll over her. Dozens of little futures, most of them already lost or too small to matter slipping through her mind. She cannot move, cannot hear, and all she is aware of is the fire crawling slowly-slowly up her side and hundreds of meaningless possibilities.

(Charlie Swan will drop a red dish; Bella will take a book from her mother’s house. Esme will change her earrings. A car will backfire. A spilt glass of milk, a broken nail. Over and over the future folds.)

By the time she is back, awake and aware, it is dawn, and the fire has stopped spreading, localised entirely on her left side - from her knee to her shoulder, the venom has made itself known. And she hasn’t even checked the wound yet, and irrigating it with water might ease it a little. She should have done that when she arrived home, but it’s too late now.

She gets to her feet like an old woman, slumped and groaning, her hand clasped tight to her side. She’s going to need fresh clothing if she goes to the bathroom, so they don’t question why she’s in there, the rational part of her mind manages to consider. Her hands fumble for a sweatshirt and some leggings, not seeing them as she clutches them tightly.

(Moving makes the pain worse and the venom move further into the body. If she’d been allowed to lie still, preferably in the river water, it wouldn’t have been so bad. It never would have worked so far into her tissue. But there was no point asking; they would have left her there unguarded for her to tend to herself. Better to come back to the house, even in this state, than lie in the woods alone.)

Exactly how she gets to the bathroom eludes her; one foot in front of the other and breathe through the pain. That’s what got her this far, and it doesn’t really matter if James has just ripped a fresh wound into her or if she’s making her way through the Cullen mansion; it works just the same. But she makes it to the bathroom, to where she can flip the lock and curl up on the cold tiles just for a moment to stop the hurt.

Just a moment. She doesn’t have long. Prying herself back onto her feet again makes her want to gag, even though there’s nothing on her stomach. But she does it, getting into the shower still fully clothed.

She tries to find that distance with herself as she finally looks at Victoria’s damage, at the side of her stomach. But it’s hard; it’s not a neat wound, a little split of flesh. It’s ragged and gaping, a great flap of skin hanging loose from her abdomen. It was nails and teeth dug into an existing scar and tearing, pulling, ripping.

Her head swims, but its done. It needs tending to. No use getting upset now. Maybe she props herself against the wall before she angles the cold water in. Maybe the pain of the water hitting the open wound makes her see stars for a second, but she doesn’t make a sound. She just lets the water cascade over her, lets it ease the burn.

(There’s truly nothing that treats a vampire’s wounds beside time and feeding. Neutralising the burn is a temporary fix - the second she steps out from the water, it will return; something that weighs heavily in her mind like a terrified child.)

She pushes herself right to the limit of someone knocking on the bathroom door and asking if she’s okay; she hears Esme’s footsteps pause outside the bathroom twice, and she is regretful as the water shuts off and she is left to somehow peel off the rest of her wet clothing, drying off, and maneuver her poor body into the dry clothing on the counter.

All that good work is for nothing, because by the time she is leaving the bathroom, the pain has returned and settled in. It’s also enough for her to wish they’d just left her on the riverbank for Victoria to finish off.

She’s not really paying attention as she heads back to the attic, her attention entirely on the feeling of her flesh moving loose and free against her, on the burn that seems to come from everywhere that she keeps making worse by not staying still.

(Well, at least the water got off any venom left on the surface. That would have stopped the flesh knitting back together when it healed, and the thought that she could be left with a loose panel of skin on her side makes her feel sick. Sicker still, is how she’d have to ask for help to fix it again. So the water was worth it. She has done something to help herself.)

Jasper is suddenly in front of her, going into his study, looking down at her with a curious expression.

“Are you okay?” He asks in that low voice that she wishes was hers.

(If she says yes, if she shows him the mangled mess of her side, he’ll shake his head and ask her what she expected. That she’s stupid and foolish and useless. Maybe she’ll remember that next time. Maybe they’ve finally found a way to teach her a lesson that she’ll recall, and now that she’s finally learned, she’ll be useful to them.)

“Fine,” she says stiffly, moving faster. The next few hours are going to be bad; hopefully the flap of skin will start to stick to the wound so that she can hunt tomorrow night and help it knit. It depends on so many things, and she hopes that she can make it through a whole day before a hunt - it’s going to be sunny tomorrow, and one of them can risk it.

“Do you need anything?”

She stops and looks back, Jasper still watching her from his study door with an indecipherable look on his face. Waiting to see if she needs anything.

(If any of the Cullens were wounded, they’d be put on the couch and tended to. There would be comfort and jokes and reassurances. Like Bella. Patched up with the nice white bandages and a kiss upon the forehead and all those soft, kind things. They would care about scars, about pain, about so badly needing to hunt that the venom dries sticky and stale in their mouths. She wonders what it’s like to be taken care of.)

“No thank you.” Her hand is on the door knob to the attic and for a moment she wonders if she could ask for something. Something small and helpful, just to ease it all a little.

(She’s never been a lucky girl or a brave one.)

Jasper’s study door closes quietly but with a sense of finality, and she doesn’t look back as she slips back up the attic stairs with stiff, uneven footstep, letting the door fall shut behind her.

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Hasta la Vista, Baby

Chapter 1: An Unexpected Call

Oh hey guys!! For some reason, I decided to write a fic today so here's the first chapter! I'm excited to see where this is gonna go (because I don't know) and I think writing this is gonna be a fun and cool journey. More information in the link below!

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Everyone knew the Volturi would be back one day. But who could have suspected that it would be so soon? With the government slowly becoming corrupt, what will become of the vampire world? One thing is clear - they need to act fast. Could it finally come down to a revolution after so many centuries of the Volturi rule?

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Hello I see your taking request again ! I’m so happy It’s been sooo long hope your doing well !?!

Can you write a reader x jasper

Reader is a vampire she has been with the cullens for ever like before Alice and jasper got there !

She’s as cool as a cucumber like no one has ever seen her mad

Well once edwards started seeing Bella and being a diva he makes a comment about jasper and reader loses it like full on throws him through a wall lol

Everyone is super shocked because they’ve never seen her like that and emmitts booming voice in the back round saying well never talk shit about jasper in front of reader again

everyone nods in agreement and jasper just looks at reader and says I love when your defending me love but let’s not put anymore people through a wall and everyone laughs

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Story Description: (Y/N) Cullen might be even-tempered and calm by nature. But when it came to her partner, no one gets by unscathed. Not even her own family.

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Karmic Retribution

There were certain unspoken rules to being a Cullen.

One of the worst ones, the oldest made all the decisions. This meant that, more often than not, Carlisle and Edward were the ones to determine the outcome for the family. And to that point, it had been fine. There was never anything truly holding them down to any place in particular, and they could travel any time they wanted.

(Y/N) was fine with that to an extent. She was on the same level as Edward in terms of age, and sometimes she felt she should have more leverage in family decisions than she had. But she had always been quiet, keeping her anger always at bay. And it helped that she had Jasper by her side.

Their connection was almost instantaneous.

When the messy bundle of blond curls walked into their home in Calgary, she knew he’d turn her whole life around. They grew close quickly. Spending almost every moment by each other’s side. (Y/N) could not remember her life before she met Jasper Whitlock. As time passed, the memory of her time without him seemed more and more like a dream rather than her past. To her, he had been there forever.

Though she did not have any special abilities, everything about her was extraordinary to Jasper. She became his lifeline, the only thing to keep him afloat when he felt like drowning. Because most days he felt his head was always just barely above water. Treading on the line between fighting his animalistic instincts and his new family’s peculiar lifestyle.

(Y/N) could do to him what he was able to do for everyone else. She could read his emotions before he had a chance to name them, and she somehow found a way to make him calm and tranquil. She was everything he did not know he needed.

He had been afraid to tell her of his past. How he’d fought for the confederacy and had built and led an army of newborns in the south. He was ashamed of the lives he had taken, the people he had turned and promised eternity to in exchange for their loyalty, only to dispose of them one year later. All for what he thought was love. Jasper was frightened that the second he confessed to the sins of his past, (Y/N) would forsake him and push him aside.

Instead, he was met with a wave of compassion that washed over him. As his eyes stung from dry tears, (Y/N) provided him with a smile that he was sure could warm his frozen body. She placed a comforting hand on his cheek and gave his lips a soft kiss.

“Our pasts do not define the people we are today,” she had told him, nothing but love in her eyes. “The reason we are who we are now is because we have moved forward from what we did yesterday. You don’t need my forgiveness, my love. For the man I know now will never be the same as the man that was. What you need is to forgive yourself.”

At that moment, Jasper knew that his search was finally over. Though he still struggled with his hunger and considered himself a dangerous man, he’d found the person that could love him completely. A woman that had taken one look at the scars of his past — literally and figuratively — and, instead of recoiling in fear and disgust, had placed a kiss upon them and filled them with love and compassion.

“Do you know how lucky I am, darling?” Jasper had told her one day as they lay in a clearing somewhere in the snowy surroundings of Alaska.

“Is that so?” (Y/N) chuckled. Her fingers traced the stitching of the vest he wore, her head pressed against his chest wondering what his heartbeat could have sounded like. “I’d like to think I’m the one that is lucky. How many years did I spend on my own, waiting on my forever? Then you show up, with Alice in tow, and you change our family for the better. And now, I have someone to walk through life until the end of time.”

“Life is funny that way, huh,” he smiled. “And that is precisely what I wanted to speak to you about. I know our journey is seemingly endless and certain mundane things don’t particularly mean as much as eternity. But there is something that I want more than anything — mostly as a symbol of how much I love you. Because in this life and the next I want nothing more than to spend it by your side. So I ask you, (Y/N), would you do me the absolute honor of allowing me to be your husband?”

“For as long as love lives between us, yes. A thousand times yes.”

A wedding was such a monumental event for humans. For beings that stood the trials of time, it was a symbol of commitment. A way to bind their lives with something other than words. A simple promise made in the presence of the people they valued above everything else. That they were making the choice to intertwine their lives in all ways, regardless of any circumstances.

The event had been small, much to Alice’s dismay. The pair simply wanted their family and a few friends in attendance. Their love needed no impressive show, it simply was, and that’s how they wanted it.

In the family, they kept their heads low and out of the way. It was futile to insist on having more of a voice when it came to the decisions of the family. To that point, they had no quarrels with the choices the patriarch had determined for the clan.

Keeping to themselves allowed (Y/N) and Jasper to form a bond like no other. They didn’t need Edward’s mind reading to be able to hear the other’s thoughts; didn’t need Alice’s foretelling to know their life would be live and full of life. The couple had created the perfect balance between themselves and orbited around the family. Still, it was them against the world.

Jasper being the youngest — at least considered that way for being the last to join the family — was often the target for many quips in the family. From his stoic stare to his short fuse when it came to human blood, the blond would often be the butt of the joke. And it never seemed to anger him. He’d chuckle from time to time or roll his eyes at any lines that went just a little too far. But he never defended himself or asked them to stop.

His efforts were centered on keeping (Y/N)’s anger toward the family at bay. Though she was calm by nature, she despised the way their adoptive brothers picked Jasper apart. How they would jokingly criticize something the man could not control. It was often a topic of discussion when the pair enjoyed a rare moment of privacy.

“I’m going to squash them,” she huffed. “Are they not tired of the same jokes? Is there even an original thought in their heads?”

“There’s no need to worry your pretty little head over them, darling,” Jasper chuckled, placing a comforting kiss on her head. “I’m used to it by now.”

“But you shouldn’t be! Every day you work your hardest to control yourself around humans and I know how painful it can be for you. Then Tangina and Schwarzenegger come in and tell the same stupid jokes over and over again,” she exclaimed. (Y/N)’s arms flew up in frustration earning a chuckle from the man as he stared at her from where he lay. “It’s not funny, Jasper. One of these days I’m gonna blow and you’re not gonna be able to calm me down.”

“As much as I would love to see you say your piece to Edward and Emmett, I assure you I do not mind.” He took her hands in his, kissing the knuckles gingerly. “Their words do not affect me, darling. The only person whose approval I care for is yours.”

“And that you will have until the end of time.”

And that was the case for the next couple of years. Whenever they’d reach a new town the other two Cullen teens would joke about how Jasper could snap at any moment, and he’d wreak havoc in the city. They would say pick on him and laugh at him. The worst part, he simply took it, much to (Y/N)’s dismay.

She would grow angry, he would temper her emotions, she would complain about their brothers’ treatment behind their backs, and he would say it was fine. But it shouldn’t have been fine. He should never have gotten used to the unnecessary mean jokes from the older boys.

When they settled in Forks, (Y/N) already knew the cycle. New town, same jokes. The only difference this time, Edward grew obsessed with a particular human.

The day he’d come home from school muttering how he needed to leave for some time and hole himself up in Alaska, (Y/N) couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face. There was Mr. Jasper-can’t-control-himself at the end of a downpour of blood frenzy. Everything he had jabbed at her partner with had come back to bite him.

She had laughed with Jasper that night, the jokes laced with actual worry that Edward would be the one to snap and attack a human. But the karmic retaliation had been far too exquisite for her to remain concerned. Revenge was always a very tasty treat.

But her small victory had not lasted long.

Only a week later, Edward had come back home with a recharged confidence. His woes about hurting Isabella Swan had died in a matter of seven days and he was ready to throw a hundred and ten percent toward forming a connection with the frail human.

And with Edward’s presence coming back, so did the overused jokes.

It had been a sunny afternoon in Washington and all the Cullens were stuck inside the house. Most of the morning had been uneventful, each of the family members reclused in their own rooms. The house was quiet and tranquil, peaceful. But that never lasted long. Especially when they were all home.

“So, Edward, this Bella chick is kind of… different, huh?” Emmett commented, his typical goofy grin spreading across his face. “But don’t you think it’s kinda dumb to get involved with a human?”

“Yeah, it might be,” he chuckled. “But it would be dumb of me to not even try. There’s just something about her that’s… intoxicating.”

“Yeah, it’s called human blood,” Rosalie spat. “Because she’s a human, Edward. The worst thing you could do is get involved with her. It could put her in danger. It can put all of us in danger.”

“There’s nothing wrong with testing the waters though,” he debated. “There’s truly something about her that calls to me. I need to see what it is.”

Anger had started sprouting inside (Y/N) as she listened to her family discuss the sudden apparition of Bella in their lives thanks to their adoptive brother. The cold that ran through her veins suddenly started growing warm, consuming her from the inside out. Not even the hand that Jasper had placed lovingly on the low of her back was enough to dissuade the ire that was taking over her.

“We’ve pretended to be humans for decades; I think I can do it for a couple of months with Bella. I just… I need to get to know her,” Edward continued. “I need to at least try.”

“And what will you do when she starts asking questions?” (Y/N) interjected. “How will you explain the cold skin? The fact that you don’t eat? The fact that you turn into a disco ball under the sun? How will you refrain from telling her you are a vampire?”

“I simply won’t tell her, (Y/N),” he chuckled. “It’s not that hard to not mention the fact that my family and I are a bunch of supernatural vampires.”

“You can’t even read her mind, Ed. How will you know she’s not coming up with conclusions on her own?”

“God, we can sit here a debate all night long on why it’s a bad idea for me to get in any way, shape, or form to get involved with Bella,” he retorted. “But it’s not really a family decision. I’m gonna see where things go with her, regardless of what any of you think.”

“So, you’re willing to put our family – our whole species – in danger, for a seventeen-year-old you met a couple of weeks ago?” (Y/N) questioned. Jasper was failing to calm her down. He could feel the angry red monster taking over her mind as she debated with Edward. Her emotions were taking over her reason and he could do nothing to help her. “I can’t believe you could be that reckless and selfish. Our entire existence depends on us being careful and guarding our secrets with our lives, especially in this town. If the Volturi don’t get you, I’m sure the wolves would be more than ready to put you in your place for breaking the treaty.”

“Oh, come on, (Y/N),” he laughed dryly. Everyone could tell he wasn’t taking the dangers seriously, he was not taking her seriously. To the older boy, it was merely a conversation. “If there’s anyone we should worry about recklessly exposing our secret is mister short fuse over there.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“That it only takes something as little as a prick on a finger and fidgety Jasper will be pouncing on a human. The safest way for any of us to keep the secret is for you to keep a short leash on your husband.”

Edward had once vowed to not use his ability on his family unless absolutely necessary, and he had always kept that promise. That afternoon, he regretted it.

As everyone laughed at his taunting joke, (Y/N)’s emotions reached their peak. Her eyes had grown darker, and her hands had balled into fists. She couldn’t resist the wrath that had taken over her. All she could see was red.

One second, the family was enjoying the gag against the Cullen. The next, (Y/N) had pushed Edward hard enough to go through a wall in their picturesque living room. Dust filled the area, fragments of the wall thudding against the wall, falling around the boy. A mix of glass, wood, and gypsum board had scattered around Edward’s body, his body coated in a fine layer of dust.

The same expression of shock washed over each of the family members, astonished at the sight in front of them. Calm-mannered and good-natured (Y/N) had finally reached her boiling point. For centuries, she had always been able to keep herself emotionally balanced, even without Jasper. None of them thought there would come a day when they would see her temperament break.

Her chest was heaving, her nostrils flared, and her hands still stretched in front of her. She wasn’t breathing, instead, she was letting out every ounce of fury that still burned inside her. In a split second, she regained her composure. (Y/N) smoothed down her clothes and her usual smile spread across her face.

Silence spread across the room, the kind that was enough to deafen ear drums. It was tense and uncomfortable, filled with a type of discord they had never witnessed between them before.

“I think we can all agree that all jokes about Jasper’s, uh, condition shall only be done in private or inside our heads,” Emmett’s voice sliced through the silence, his voice booming and reverberating against the walls. “That was… unexpected.”

“But we can all say it’s a long time coming,” Jasper grinned, turning his attention to the woman he proudly called his wife. “And, darling, as much as I love that you’re defending me, I think it’s best we don’t put more people through walls. Alright, love?”

“I guess that’s doable,” she smiled.

The rest of the siblings broke into laughter. All but Edward that wore a scowl on his face as he wiped away the white dust from his face. (Y/N) couldn’t help the pride that swelled in her chest. After years of biting her tongue and holding back her feelings, it felt exceptional to finally shut Edward up.

“Well, Edward, it seems you and Emmett will have to set aside some time to fix that wall,” Carlisle grinned. “Can’t have your new girlfriend coming over and seeing a person-shaped hole in our new living room.”

“Why do I have to do it? (Y/N)’s the one that pushed me!”

“Let’s call it your apology for taunting Jasper for the past few decades,” Esme responded before joining her retreating husband. “Now get to it, boys.”

“How is that fair?”

“What can I say, Eddie boy?” (Y/N) grinned. “Karma’s a bitch.”

Jasper and (Y/N) promptly sped outside, needing a moment to themselves after the chaotic scene that unfolded. When they reached the clearing they often sneaked out to, the blond wrapped his wife in his arms and placed a passionate kiss on her lips.

“I can’t thank you enough for defending my honor,” he smiled, resting his forehead against hers. “Though I can’t say Edward didn’t deserve it, maybe next time we can try to use our words rather than our hands.”

“I’m offended, Major. It was a calculated reaction after years of bullying.”

“(Y/N),” he lovingly reprimanded. “You know better than that.”

“Alright, love. I promise I won’t throw Edward into a wall ever again,” she smiled, pecking his lips. “But I can’t promise I won’t find other ways to get even.”

“I would never expect less.”

At that moment, everything was perfect. Nothing and no one could ever have predicted that in less than a year Bella Swan would infiltrate their family, that all the quips against Jasper would accidentally turn into reality, and that life as the Cullens knew it would drastically be altered.

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Bite | A.V x Reader

warnings: kinda smutty but not? smutty themes?? biting, mentions of blood, uhhh

a/n: thank you to @agirllovespancakes who hyped me up enough to actually write a bite scene 😭 slowly getting over my fear of writing smut (i’m not sure if this even counts but WE ARE ONE STEP CLOSER BABAYYYY)

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“What does it feel like?” You blurted out the thought before you could stop it and Alec hummed as he looked down at you, frowning in confusion.You lifted your head from where it rested on his chest, unlacing your hands from the absentminded fiddling with his fingers you had been entertaining yourself with.

“When you bite someone… what does it feel like?” He watched you for a moment, taking in the way your head tilted in curiosity and how your eyes searched his own. He sucked in a breath before moving to take your hand in his once again, reinterlacing your fingers together.

“Well, I can’t say I really remember what it felt like-”

“That’s not a good answer.” You cut him off with a grumble. Playfully glaring at you for the interruption, he attempted to brush your pout away with the thumb of his free hand, smiling at you teasingly. Cupping your cheek softly he scolded you. “Stop sulking and allow me to finish what I was about to say.”

“Fine...” You playfully turned to nip at the palm of his hand. Alec let out a soft chuckle, the sound rumbling through his chest whilst pressing a kiss to your interlocked fingers before he continued.

“Initially it hurts- a sharp sting at the very least…” He paused to take in your reaction, and you raised your eyebrow. “However I have heard before that it can be rather… arousing?”

“Arousing?”

“Mhmm”

There was a short pause of silence before you spoke your mind again.

“ As in for you or-?” He thought over your question before he answered.

“Well, in a way yes. Human blood can send any vampire into a sort of… pleasure filled frenzy.” You scrunched your face at his words and he laughed softly, stroking his thumb along your jaw.

“But depending on the circumstances of the bite and whether the vampire allows for the venom to enter your bloodstream or not, it can feel pleasant.”

“So… it’s the venom that makes it burn?” You looked at him in mild wonder and he nodded.

“The initial bite will be painful, if we allow the venom to follow it makes it even more excruciating. Why do you ask? You want a demonstration?”

Your cheeks flushed crimson, burying your face back into his chest momentarily to compose yourself. You lifted your head up after a few seconds, scowling at him playfully.

“I was just curious. I want to be prepared for when I have to be… bitten.” You stumbled over your words for a moment making him frown.

“There isn’t a need to be worried, sweetface. I’ll be right there with you the entire time.”

You beamed at him happily though your nerves did not dissipate. He smirked, moving his hand from your face and removing his other hand from your grip to push your shoulder gently, forcing you to lay back on the bed as he moved to hover over you. “Perhaps I should give you a demonstration to get rid of those nerves”

You giggled loudly as he began pressing kisses down the side of your face, along your jaw, across your neck, before stopping and sucking lightly on the soft spot where your neck met your shoulder. You let out a shuddering breath as he lapped at the supple skin gently, occasionally pressing his tongue and grazing his teeth against you. Your hands fisted his hair, a breathy moan of his name spilling over your lips before you could stop yourself. He placed one last gentle kiss before pulling away to watch your face.

“Why- Why did you stop?” Your voice was small, an underlying sense of desire hidden beneath. With you half-lidded eyes you began searching his face for discomfort - you found none. A wave of embarrassment flooded over you, blinking them closed for a moment of composure whilst pressing the palms of your hands against them. Alec’s hand brushed across your forehead absentmindedly, moving away the hair which had strayed across.

“You really want me to?” The surprise was clearly evident in his voice. Almost nervously, he shuffled to hover fully above you, using his thigh to push your legs apart so he could slot himself between them, both hands now planted firmly on your waist. Your eyes opened fully, bopping your head enthusiastically and wrapping your own arms back around his neck. A low groan echoed through the room, and he tightened his hold on you. Goosebumps rose on your arms, a small wave of arousal washing through you before it went away just as quick. Only for a moment.

“You are certain?” The vampire buried his head back into your neck to continue the kisses he had stopped, only this time they were directly below your pulse point where your scent was much more potent.

“A hundred and ten percent sure.” You mumbled before taking a sharp inhale as his lips brushed a sweet spot once again. Arching into him, he removed one hand from your waist to wrap an arm around your back, pulling you against him and whispering softly, seductively into your ear.

“I’ll try to be gentle.”

You whimpered loudly as he pressed a rougher kiss against you before his teeth cut through you like a hot knife through butter. A loud gasp followed, and he just barely pulled away to hush you softly, using his thumb to brush soft circles on your lower back in comfort. He returned to the bite, sucking some blood from the wound and groaning as it hit his tongue.

“Amore.” The husky way he spoke, paired with the way his lips brushed against your neck and the soft circles he traced across your back drew a lust filled moan from you and you moved to tug the hair at the nape of his neck, releasing another moan from him, softer this time. Pleasure spiked across your body, down your spine and creating a pit in your stomach the more he drank from you, and all you could do as he licked and sucked at your neck was whimper and moan pitifully. He inhaled a few more mouthfuls before pausing to collect himself, unsure whether his control will allow him to take anymore from you.

“You taste fucking divine.” He moaned into your ear. He used his nose to gently trace across your jawline momentarily, a subtle attempt at comforting you. His eyes caught sight of the blood escaping your neck, leaning down and using his tongue to clean the droplets which attempted to drip down to your collarbone. You whimpered - much louder than you had previously - and made an attempt to pull him even closer than he already was. You felt your hips move on their own accord, desperately seeking some friction as he lapped at your throat. Teeth pierced through the bite one last time, taking a few more mouthfuls, followed by a larger gulp before he forced himself to pull away, sealing the wound shut with his tongue.

He moved himself off of you and onto his back, pulling you onto your side. You were still as you rested next to him, seeking to regulate your breathing before you tried to say anything. Your own eyes were closed as he watched you intently, frowning as he watched you shakily inhale. After a moment you opened your eyes, meeting his own with a lopsided smile on your lips.

“Hi…” You spoke shyly, making him laugh - properly laugh.

“Hello to you too, beautiful girl.” You shuffled and buried yourself into him, breathing him in and he smiled, still stroking your back with his head resting against your hair. Another moment of silence fell upon the both of you before he spoke again.

“Felt good?” He mumbled, kissing your forehead. You hummed in response, body still trembling irregularly and a petulant look upon your face as you looked up at him.

“Mhmm… but now I need help.”

He smirked at you, leaning down to press his lips against yours. The remnant taste of your own blood sent a fresh wave of arousal through you, moving so you were now on top of him, straddling his waist.

“I’m sure I can be of help.”

ʚɞ

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Gonna be writing HC for something, depending if people want it or not I might make it a full series 👀

Prompt? Being Bella's older sister, only you are a fabulous fashion diva who isn't afraid to read a bitch and you've got a big attitude.

Basics: [name] Swan, adopted Bella's older sister. You are your sister were very different. She "wasn't like other girls" and thought make-up and dressing up was stupid, she kept to herself and didn't start trouble (unless it benefits her) you on the other hand didn't give a shit about "being like other girls" you liked make-up and dressing up and you did it for you, you didn't give a shit who didn't like it or who called you "too much" or your personal favorite "over the top" and unlike Bella, you could be a bit messy, you didn't care who it was you would call anyone out. (you've called out your mom one too many times and now you are her can't stand each other) that's why shortly after Bella left home to Forks you soon followed, you always liked your dad more, he was nicer and didn't do anything you found worthy of calling out. He was only ever trying to help you and your sister. This is why you were less than pleased to see your sister has gone out of her way to disregard your Dad to spend time with some stuck-up, racist, posh, incest family. You were gonna have some words with her.

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teamjacobthot · 6 months

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nyctophobia

chapter 7: thunderstruck

read on ao3

summary: things are getting a little weirder in town, and Leah has to face some feelings…

thank you thank you THANK YOU to everyone who’s read the story so far and everyone who’s been waiting so long for me to update. I’m sorry the update took so long — I’ve been through a lot of shit. this was masterfully beta-read by the exquisite @bellasdumptruckass and my dearest friend syd. tytytytyty from the bottom of my heart for making this chapter read so well and flow like water.

I hope you enjoy the chapter. show me some love in the comments 💜

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kwop-kilawtley · 5 months

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Chapter 4 of Golden Hour is up!

Good Thing I’ve Got a Strong Stomach

A Breaking Dawn rewrite where Bella goes through hell with trauma, dumps Edward, heals herself, and ends up with Jacob. Wolfpack focused. Cullens are evil. Character focused. Slowburn.

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goldeneyedgirl · 7 months

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AILess Whumptober Day 7: CPR/Flatline

moribond. (day 7: cpr/flatline).

twilight, alice/jasper, pg, haunted-verse.

A follow up to Haunted, and will make no sense without it.

I am currently pretty ill; I have seen some delightful asks and will get to them ASAP (probably in the morning), but I haven't got a sensible thought in my head tonight.

To him, death smells like violets, ash, and rainwater.

—

He didn’t know how it turned out like this.

But then, he’s always going to be responsible for her deaths. He understands and accepts that. It’s always going to be her blood on his hands.

She gets off the bus on the other side of the parking lot; her uncle’s a long-haul trucker, and Alice is still saving for her own car. She bullied him into picking her up for school when she first arrived, but he’d gone hunting with Emmett over the weekend and told her to get the bus.

(He had still made a point to stop at the diner and get her that disgusting coffee drink that she demands every morning. He’s holding it, as a peace offering that she had to catch the bus.)

“Alice!” He calls out to her, shouldering his bag. She makes eye contact with him, and he feels the little spark of happiness - at the sight of her beverage.

And then she drops her phone.

—

This version of Alice frustrates him. A sharp, witty girl who with a low bullshit tolerance, she sticks to him like glue from that very first moment - a constant little voice of guilt in one ear, her emotions feeling hot and agitated against him.

(“You can give me a ride home, I’m never getting on that bus again,” she said imperiously the very second day they know each other, walking from class. “You owe me.” That becomes her catch cry - you owe me, Jasper. If she wants coffee before school, if she needs a lift somewhere, if she needs a few dollars for the vending machine. And he reluctantly pays his penance because if he doesn’t, she follows him around reminding him of every single way he broke her, of the pain and the grief and the bone-crushing fear that he left in his wake. Borrowing Emmett’s Jeep and giving her some crumpled dollar bills is a small price to pay rather than having to relive it all again.)

She calls him Jasper, Hale, Whitlock, or very occasionally, Major - usually when he’s pushed too hard, as a warning shot. The one thing they don’t talk about is all those years ago in the South, even though he wonders how much she remembers.

He calls her Alice, nothing else. If she’s being particularly aggravating, he refers to her as a brat, because that’s the strongest language he’d use around a lady - even one he’d like to choke the life out of some days because she just… never stops talking, and her favourite topic is always how many times he murdered her and how she had to remember every single time.

(He thinks that, and then he feels like a monster because how many times has he killed her? Twenty-five. He can’t even joke about choking her, he’s take away her life so, so many times.)

But somehow, this caustic girl has become his best friend. Or at least, that’s what it looks like. Everyone talks about them as they roam the halls. His siblings aren’t happy about the situation, but Edward clearly believes that Jasper is an unwilling participant in this, so they all leave it alone. To the others, Alice Brandon doesn’t matter. They’ll leave her behind without a second thought, so there’s no point making a fuss.

But it is the closest friendship he’s had since Peter, and that was forged in very different circumstances. (Alice would point out that was because Jasper executed her when her newborn year was up, and maybe she could have been like Peter to him as well, and the fact that he can hear her smug voice in his head reminding him of that makes him want to gag her for a day.)

It’s very strange to think that, out of all of them, he’s managed a quasi-high school friendship, even if it is with the reincarnation of his favourite murder victim.

He hopes Esme and Carlisle have noticed how well-adjusted this is.

—

One thing about Forks is that the local public transport system is a piece of shit. The two ancient school buses that run are over-full. The local buses are unreliable at best, and the closest useful stop on the route is four blocks over from the school - but it arrives either an hour before class starts, or twenty minutes after the bell has rung, if it shows up at all.

Which is why it’s practically a right of passage for the juniors at Forks High to get some kind of vehicle. It might be held together with duct tape and sixteen years of fervent birthday wishes, like the one Kirk drives, or it might be a shiny, good-as-new one like the one that Jennifer Ford has recently acquired.

He just stands there, and watches all the pieces come together. At Alice, who is so slight, leaning down to pick up her phone. At Jennifer laughing from the driver’s seat, leaning over to grab something, not even looking. She’s going too fast for a fucking car park.

Alice straightens up a split second before and that’s when he begins moving, the stupid coffee hitting the ground and spraying his boots with ice and and cream and slush.

The sound she makes when Jennifer hits her seems to echo and for a moment there is silence; everyone is frozen in place.

And then everyone begins screaming.

Except Alice.

(She isn’t moving.)

—

Alice is extremely sparing about her private life, but he’s gleaned enough from her monologuing to paint a picture of her life - her family were killed in a car accident, and she was the sole survivor with a head full of memories from past lives. Her bachelor uncle had been quick to take her in, even though he had no idea what to do with a grieving teenage girl.

Her uncle didn’t have a great deal of money, and she seemed aware that her presence was a financial strain - she worked at the gas-n-gro a few afternoons a week, a job she hated, to save for the much coveted car.

(He often wondered if that was why she asked him for vending machine money - so that she didn’t have to dip into her own money to pay for cafeteria food. That made him oddly sad; Alice was somehow incapable of being a figure of pity and yet...)

She’s alone a lot, when her uncle is on the road, forced to fend for herself. Maybe that’s why, when he picks her up, she seems to have trouble getting all the words out. Why she has so much to say, even when she’s not detailing all the ways it hurts for a vampire to, say, rip out her throat and leave her for dead.

And Alice really likes to ask him questions. She never says Maria’s name, but she sure as hell wants to know about Peter - her memories of Peter are hazy but unflattering, as she refers to him as a pervert and a man-whore several times. She was gone before Charlotte was changed, but she seems interested that Peter finally met someone, “that inspired him to keep his hands to himself for once.”

(He’s going to have to ask Peter about that.)

She asks about the Cullens, and she doesn’t care what he tells her - one day, in an attempt to drive her to boredom, he described all of Esme’s interiors to her in mind-numbing detail. It hadn’t worked - she’d just developed opinions about white-on-white decorating the next time she got into the Jeep.

(Emmett only loans it to him because he thinks it’s funny that Jasper’s being bullied by a five foot nothing girl into being her personal chauffeur.)

Sometimes he wonders if she learns as much about him during their conversations, if he gives as much away as she does. He can read her now, what each glare and sigh and huff and blink of those mismatched eyes means. He knows her coffee order, and that she’s failing Spanish. He knows that she keeps a shotgun near the front door when her uncle is away.

(He knows she’s terrified she’s going to die young again, and that it will be his fault.)

—

Alice is just lying there and she isn’t moving.

Jennifer Ford is screaming, a cluster of girls around her trying to calm her, justify the accident in her favor.

Jasper’s never moved so fast (at least, at a convincing pace for a human) in his life. He’s just so suddenly there, next to Alice. There’s blood and she’s surrounded with glass, and he’s so suddenly terribly aware that he cannot hear her heart beating.

(This was his doing. He shouldn’t have distracted her. He should have waited at the bus stop for her. He’s always going to be her killer.)

Edward’s at his side in a second.

“Jasper.” And the quiet pity in his voice tells Jasper that Edward expects him to leave her here, dead and gone. That this is the moment where he moves on and lets her go for good. That he can get up and walk away and no one will think less of him.

Instead, he ignores Edward and carefully turns her over. She’s cut up badly, and it’s all over his hands, but he doesn’t… he doesn’t want that. He wants her to open her eyes, to hear that soft reassuring sound of her heart beating in her chest.

(Her shoulder is all wrong, the way her arm moves. One of her legs, too. She’s going to be so upset that her jeans are destroyed.)

“She needs CPR,” he says hoarsely.

“She’s in cardiac arrest,” Edward agrees. “Jasper…”

“We’ve called 911.” The nurse is there. “Move away, please boys.”

The nurse and one of the teachers are crowded around her with efficient competence, the nurse pressing so hard on Alice’s ribs he’s sure that if they weren’t broken when the car hit her, they will be now.

Everything feels like its moving in slow motion, as they try to push life back into Alice. The tear-stained teenage girls watching from several feet away. Edward trying to talk to him, but his words just sound like white noise. He’s just crouched there, with her blood on him, using every ounce of his energy to push his gift into her, to try and inspire something inside her to catch and bring her back to life.

They’re still working on her when the ambulance arrives.

(He makes eye contact with Jennifer as she’s led away, and he hopes she knows that if Alice doesn’t open her eyes again, he’ll do everything in his power to make sure that she doesn’t ever forget what she’s done.)

—

She knows his siblings, of course. Mostly from sight; she doesn’t engage with them and they don’t approach her. Edward and Alice have a couple of classes together, unfortunately, and Edward is quick to point out that she’s crude and depressing and aggravating. Alice is quick to point out that he needs to stay out of her head if he has a problem with its contents.

“They don’t like me,” she says when he offers to ask them to let her sit with them at lunch. “I’m not going to waste my precious free time trying to convince a bunch of people I have nothing in common with that I’m worthy enough to sit on a metal chair and stare at cafeteria food with them.”

“I mean, aside from the vampire thing,” Jasper says. “Nothing in common at all.”

“Don’t be a smart-ass, Whitlock. Besides, you think your sister hates me now - imagine if she gets it into her head that I somehow outwitted that whole vampirism-is-irreversible thing.” Alice made a face.

“Rosalie doesn’t hate you.” Alice had laughed, a bark of laughter that sounded more jaded than he expected.

“To Rosalie, I am a cockroach. When I am within her eye-line, she loathes me and looks for ways to eradicate me. Outside of that, I can do as I please. So spare me the honour of meeting your ‘family’, thanks.” They’d arrived at the vending machine then, and she’d held out her hand for the dollar he was already rifling around his pockets for.

(Somehow the solution was shared custody - something Emmett joked about regularly. They had their table in the corner, where he would watch her eat vending machine snacks and listen to her talk, and on the days he sat with his siblings, she didn’t bother going to the cafeteria at all.)

—

The whole world is in slow motion when the paramedic takes over CPR. When they cut through her shirt (oh, she’s going to be mad) and try to restart her heart.

Once.

Twice.

(Third time lucky.)

The sound that he makes sounds like a sob, raw and harsh and desperate as whatever machine they’ve got connected to her beeps to life. They’ve got her, they’ve got her.

But whatever hope he has is lost as he reads the grim looks on the paramedics’ faces, the efficient way they move around her and get her into the ambulance. The way she’s so pale and limp on the gurney. Their emotions are distant, not allowing themselves to really invest in the dying girl before them because they have to do their jobs.

Edward had remained at his side silently, watching over proceedings. He doesn’t know where Rose or Emmett are. He can still hear Jennifer sobbing, and he wants her to shut up because her emotions are too revealing - she’s more scared than repentant.

They slam the doors to the ambulance and he wonders if that’s the last memory he’ll have of her still alive, broken and bleeding. If the next doors that close on her will be in an autopsy drawer, after her uncle identifies her.

He feels sick.

“Jasper.”

Edward’s voice sounds patient, like he’s been trying to get his attention for a few minutes.

“Jasper, we can go. They’re sending us home. Carlisle’s in the ER waiting for her. He’s going to do all that he can. He’ll update us when he gets home.”

Carlisle. Carlisle can put her back together. He’s good at that. He can wait for Carlisle.

Somehow, he stands up, and follows Edward back to the car - it’s like he’s on autopilot. He’s holding tight to something - her bag, he realises. He doesn’t remember picking it up.

(Emmett and Rosalie look worried, and he’s grateful neither of them speak to him. If he opens his mouth, he’s not sure what will come out.)

—

Sometimes he wonders what it would be like to run his fingers through her hair.

(He would never admit that to anyone, not under pain of death. And frankly, if she knew he had ever thought that about her, she’d probably murder him on the spot - humanity be damned.)

She wears it long, too long, and keeps threatening to cut it off. But it’s black and shiny and looks so impossibly soft. He likes watching her braid it, absentmindedly weaving the strands together as she talks, likes the way she wears it over one shoulder and plays with it as they walk the halls. The way it makes her eyes look so much brighter.

(Sometimes, when he’s alone, he wonders other things as well. Things that are embarrassing and stupid, and that he locks up tight behind a wall in his head. He’s just been alone too long, and she’d eat him alive.)

—

He waits in Carlisle’s office.

They send all the witnesses home after the ambulance departs, sirens blaring. There are parents arriving at the school, police roaming around, local news and media hoping for interviews. It's easier for everyone if the students just... leave.

He takes her bag with him. Most of the contents are destroyed, and he makes a mental note to ask Esme to order replacements for her make up - it had been important to her. Her phone is smashed to uselessness, but he’s certain they still have a few spares in the house somewhere.

Esme looks so worried when she sees them, horrified when Edward explains what happened. She goes to hug him, but he vanishes upstairs to wait.

Carlisle’s working the ER. Carlisle will fix her, Carlisle can save her.

(But would he? Would he save her if that was all that was left to do? Would he consider it or even think of it? Would Carlisle know that Alice was important enough? The worry, the fear, weighs so heavily on him that it takes all that he is not to start yelling or crying or … something.)

He waits.

Esme checks on him, tells him to shower.

Rosalie checks on him, tells him that she’s impressed with his control. Her blood is still under his nails, and he hasn’t thought about it once.

Emmett checks on him, to let him know that Carlisle’s pulling a double shift and won’t be home until after ten, with the sympathy that it’s another four hours to wait.

Edward stays away, having already dug Alice’s grave and seeing no reason to try and convince Jasper of the inevitable.

(Why is this time different? Edward wants to ask. You killed her twenty-five times before. Why is she special this time? And there aren’t words to explain the way she looks at him over her sunglasses and orders him to just drive, Whitlock. The way she has a permanently bruised elbow from jabbing him in the ribs. The way he can just say any shit to her about who and what they are and who he is, and he doesn’t have to hide anything because he’s already murdered her a bunch of times; she knows him better than anyone. And that’s why this time is different.)

The study is dark when Carlisle’s Mercedes finally pulls into the drive; Esme warns him as soon as he’s in the house.

He waits - Carlisle has a routine when he gets home (coat on the hook, bag under the table, a kiss for Esme, an update on the day from Esme and anyone else in the living room), and there’s no reason to rush. She’s just as dead or just as alive if he lets Carlisle greet his wife before demanding answers.

Carlisle looks shaken when he sees Jasper. At the haunted look on his son’s face, at the dried blood streaked on him. At the bald-faced desperate hope on his face, but the grief looming over his shoulder.

And maybe instead of words, Carlisle just reaches out and wraps his arm around Jasper.

(He should have been there to drive her to school.)

—

He gets a text two days later, from an unknown number.

(She’s in ICU, black and blue all over, with stitches bisecting her right cheek, casts and bandages, and a great chunk shaved out of her hair, flipping him the bird with Nice try, Whitlock. You owe me another coffee underneath it. And if the relief hits him so suddenly he has to sit down and take a breath, no one else needs to know. He feels wrecked and raw, the image of her unmoving amongst the broken glass burnt into his retinas.

(Death smells like violets and ash and rainwater. But so does his best friend, and she’s going to be okay.)

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