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darkforestimagines · 2 years

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Facinating

Alec x reader x Jane (As from the movies, ~18).

Your throat was raw from screaming. You could only scream for so long. Humans could only hold terror for so long before the brain would step in and numb everything.

That's the state you were in now. You were huddled in a corner, your arms and legs feeling tingly, your throat scratchy, your wide eyes watching the demons on the other side of the room.

Only minutes ago, you witnessed them and the others rip open the throats of your family members to consume them.

You were spared because you were a freak. Not that no one had tried to eat you; a burly man had tried, but missed you when you flickered invisible and tried to army-crawl through the corpses of the other tourists.

You couldn't hold invisibility for longer than a few seconds, and the young man, about your age and height, pulled you up by your belt as you screamed. And screamed. And screamed, until he put a hand on your face and you were engulfed by a dark mist.

Your brain was in overdrive, but completely useless at the same time. You noticed the young man and woman looked similar, though the man has dark hair and the woman had blonde hair, pulled back into a French twist. Their faces were sharp, like they were a bit underweight, and they had bags under their crimson eyes. The man had a few drops of blood on his chin.

The woman whispered something to the man. He must be her brother. He frowned at her suggestion, but they both turned and looked at you.

"What's your name?" The woman asked. While her clothes were fancy, her voice reminded you that she had to be in her teens, late teens, like you.

Her eyes narrowed. Her brother grabbed her hand, casting a look of disapproval. You decided you'd better answer.

"Y/N." You whispered, your voice hoarse.

"Y/N..." The brother murmured. He was lost in thought for a moment, then he took two steps in your direction. He crouched down, then sat on the floor.

"I'm Alec," the brother said. He glanced back at his sister. "And this is Jane."

You didn't say anything. What the hell were they going to do to you?

"Have you done that before? Turned invisible?" Alec asked. Jane took a few confident strides forward and sat down. They both blocked your path to the door, not that you had hope of escaping.

"Have you turned invisible before?" Jane asked, her tone sharper than her brother's. You gave a small nod, and Alec and Jane exchanged a glance.

"Can you control it?" Alec asked. You shook your head no.

"What triggers it, then?" Jane interrogated. "Pain? Fear?"

"Fear," you answered quietly, squeezing your own hands. You felt the pins and needles spreading up your calves, and you knew if you tried to run it would be on legs of Jell-O.

"Fascinating," Alec murmured. "Don't you think, Jane?"

"Y/N will certainly be easy for us to train. I'm sure Master Aro and Master Caius will request it."

The word 'train' rattled around in your brain. They weren't going to keep you alive, were they?

"I suppose you'll be able to make them use their power," Alec replied, frowning. "Although I'll find it hard to watch them in pain."

What the hell did he mean by that?

"And you'll be able to use yours to reset them," Jane said. She grinned, and you felt very cold.

"That's right!" Alec said, perking up. "Let's take Y/N and show the Masters our plan!"

The pair turned to you, and you tried to squish yourself tighter against the wall.

"No, please," you begged. Jane scooped you up, and Alec's hands held your head still until the dark mist engulfed you, and you felt nothing again.

#twilight saga #twilight imagines #alec x reader #jane x reader #jane and alec #alec volturi #jane volturi #volturi

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darkforestimagines · 2 years

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Monthy (Demetri x reader)

Demetri watched you, curled up in the corner of the bed. Your eyes were squeezed shut, your focus for once on yourself rather than the vampire lurking in the doorway.

There was no way to tell the time of day, given that there were no windows in your room. You'd started scratching the bedpost to keep track of sleeps. It had been roughly a month since you'd been brought to this dungeon, which unfortunately brought the return of your... Monthly gift.

Demetri, surprisingly enough, had somewhat prepared for this eventuality. You had the required sanitary products. Unfortunately, Demetri didn't take into account the comfort items, and you were unwilling to ask your captor for any favours. No, you'd stayed strong so long, ignoring him, eating only a bit of food when you really needed to.

Demetri was running out of patience. It was a happy accident that he'd found you on evening while he was out on a mission. He'd meant to change you quickly, take a short leave of a few years to help you settle into your new life. But Aro, now interested in hybrids, had filled his head with the idea of a child, your child, and he had begun the month-long unsuccessful courting stage.

Your hands moved up to your face to help you stifle the sobs. You needed some painkillers, a hot water bottle, and a tv show to distract you. Instead you had a dark, cold, moist room, and a dangerous monster.

Your cries were not as quiet as you thought. Demetri couldn't help but float over to you.

"Let me help," he murmured, rolling you into your back easily.

"Fuck off," you told the handsome creature.

He stuck his hand under the blanket, finding your soft, warm abdomen. His hand rested on the space under your belly button, and you flinched at the cold touch.

"Breathe, my love," Demetri said. You tried to peel his hand off of you, but it was immovable. He waited for you to give up, which took a few minutes, given your pain and weakened state.

When you finally sagged back into bed, Demetri felt a little bit of satisfaction. He rubbed your tummy gently, but firmly. After a few minutes, his hand wasn't even frigid, just cold. Even better, your cramps began to lessen.

A few minutes later, Demetri's ministrations slowed. He left his hand on your tummy.

"Please," you said, tears welling up in your eyes.

"Hush, cara mia." Demetri murmured, his slightly warmed hand brushing the hair away from your face. "Do not ask me for things I can't give you."

He hadn't said it like that before. Usually it was just "No", or "you'd be killed, not released", or just straight-up ignored.

You could feel yourself crumbling. Demetri could feel it to, but to him it brought relief. He leaned down, cradling you in his arms as you sobbed.

A few minutes later, you were in his lap, crying against his hard, cold shoulder as he rubbed your back. He kissed your jaw, your neck, all the while cooing and whispering sweet promises to you.

Breathing in your scent made venom pool in his mouth. He swallowed hard, thinking instead about how nice it felt to hold your warm body, feel it's contours and the muscle that hid under your skin.

He held you until you fell asleep. He tucked you in before leaving to get you some food for when you woke. After that, a hot bath. He'd take it with you, of course, to make sure you didn't slip under the water. Besides, that back wasn't going to rub itself.

#twilight imagine #demetri volturi #volturi #demetri volturi x reader

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darkforestimagines · 2 years

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I’m sorry to hear you’re not writing right now- I just binged Beloved and the way you write possessive Alice and Jasper into that particular (gothic?) brand of female friendship and almost old-worldy experience of misogyny has me hooked! Hope you’re doing well regardless, Uni can be so stressful 💕

Yeah I'm not really active here much except to lurk every blue moon. Beloved is my favourite little project and I just uploaded two chapters this evening. Work is kicking my butt for sure. Thanks for the message, lovely!

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darkforestimagines · 3 years

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Vulnerable

Your legs were twisted in the sheets again. Your arms were above you, and you were slumped against a barricade of pillows. The knob of the fan was a few metres away, a curse of sleeping on a king-size bed.

A cold hand on your calf made you jerk, eyelids flying open as your weary body instinctively twisted away from the foreign touch.

"It's just me, my darling."

In the darkness of the room, Marcus's pale skin seemed to glow. Your body sagged back into the pillows, but you eyed him suspiciously as he pulled at your legs and the bedcovers.

Marcus has kept you captive for a little over six weeks now. The first week you would scream at his sight, the next three weeks you blatantly ignored him, and the one-and-a-half after that you openly told him how much you despised him and his confinement of you.

But in the last few days, you'd fallen quite ill. At first, Marcus had thought you had returned to ignoring his presence. But the wheezing in your lungs became more prominent, and the quiet groans from your aching weren't as quiet as you had thought.

The first touch you had accepted was him lifting your head so you could take painkillers and a few gulps of water. Emboldened by your passive acceptance, he had found numerous ways to fulfill his urge to have contact with you. He dropped blankets over you, tucking them in. He gently pulled out the blanket to place a hot water bottle by your tummy. He pushed your sweaty hair out of your face, and prompted you up on pillows so you could breathe. He'd even attempted to feed you some toast in the morning, but even just one slice with butter was wholly unappetizing to you.

"Could you turn on the fan?"

Your voice came out barely above a whisper, but it didn't matter. A second later, the fan was one and you sighed in relief as you began to cool.

You watched Marcus move around the room, moving so fluidly as if he was hovering instead of walking. He return to your side and persuaded you to take some sips of water.

He leaned over you. You suspected that he didn't really need to steady himself over you like that, but rather he was savouring the touches as he lifted you from the armpits to sit up more on the pillows. You coughed twice, but overall you could breathe much better that way.

Your eyes fluttered. The sirens of sleep were beckoning, and your traitorous eyelids were not putting up much of a fight. You shivered, now catching a chill from the fan. You felt blankets fall over your shoulders. They had to be fresh, because they weren't sweaty and wrinkly.

"Leave it on," you insisted, eyes closed. Marcus stopped fiddling with the dial on the fan.

As you drifted off again, you felt a soft pressure on your forehead. It felt like lips, cold lips. But you were too tired to check, and then you were out.

#marcus x reader #marcus volturi #twilight fanficiton #twilight saga #twilight imagines #volturi

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darkforestimagines · 3 years

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I read the whole Heidi x reader fic in one go (and I'm actually going through pretty much everything you wrote here), and i fucking love it. Thank you so much for your writing.

😘

That's one of my favs! Glad you enjoyed

-Ranger

#uh oh is she back #back from the dead... maybe #ranger rambles

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darkforestimagines · 4 years

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how we act alone when we don’t feel like we have witnesses.. that is the genuine self.. me walking around my room punching the air talking to myself in a bad southern accent, that’s ME baby. you’re never going to know me like i know me. haha.

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darkforestimagines · 4 years

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Hard as Rock

Emmett x shifter reader

It made it easier that your grandfather had been a shifter, and you had grown up with him. He recognized the tell-tale signs and wasn’t surprised when you shifted.

But you were. Oh boy, were you ever distraught. It took you three days (almost a pack record) for Sam to calm you down enough for you to turn back to human. And this was in the middle of the red-head lady crisis.

With the end of the school year came more time to learn how to be a shifter. You still delivered papers in the morning, the early morning, but you couldn’t get another summer job since you had to be able to drop everything to protect the rez. You couldn’t even go away with your friends, and you barely had time to hang out with them, anyway. They were moving on from you, holding a grudge ever since you “joined Sam’s cult”.

Now it was a Sunday morning, and after flying through your paper route, you couldn’t even go back to sleep. You had to walk into the forest behind your house and strip like a crazy person (clothes don’t grow on trees, you know) and shift so that you could meet up for the “training”. The “training” was more of a demonstration for the Pack, since the bloodsucking Cullen coven wouldn’t actually be touching any of you.

You’re gonna be late, Y/N! Embry teased as you shifted. He could hear your thoughts, hear you grumbling in your own mind about the damn Cullens and Bella Swan, the ‘vampire girl’ as Emily calls her. If it wasn’t for them, you wouldn’t even be in this position. It was cruel for them to move to the area, in your opinion, when they knew it would set off changes in the genes.

They don’t know that, Y/N Sam rumbled in your head.

And quit your whining, the rest of us are already here and the mind-reader can hear you Jared thought.

FUCK you thought to yourself.

You picked up speed, feeling embarrassed that everyone was waiting for you. Leah told you the shortcuts, watching you race through the woods in your mind.

Finally, you came to the clearing, stumbling over the last log to fall into the second line of the wolf audience.

��Is that everyone?” A blond, curly-haired man asked. The sight of him made your hair stand straight up. From your spot about fifty metres away, you could see bite scars all over his neck and forearms.

“Yes,” said the mind-reader.

“Perfect,” said the scarred man, turning between his wolf and vampire audiences. “Fighting newborns requires a different strategy than fighting aged vampires…”

As he began his lecture, your eyes wandered over the rest of the vampires. You had only seen some of them in your pack mates’ heads. Other than Mr. Scars and the mind reader, there was the doctor, Angry Barbie, Tinkerbell, Momma vamp, and

…

OH GOD NO

NO NO NO NO NO

Your packmates knew what was happening, could hear your thoughts and feel your experience as your gaze met Emmett Cullen’s for the first time. Not that you knew his name at that moment, not until Jake supplied it a second later.

You were freaking out. It felt like someone had hog tied your soul and chained you to the monster of a man, at least 6ft 4 with muscles that would make anyone cower, supernatural or not.

Upon feeling the attachment, your instinct was to pull at the binds. You moved to turn and bolt but Sam’s orders stopped you.

“What’s happening?” you heard a voice in the distance, the human girl’s, Bella.

Your claws dug into the soft dirt and you ripped open the earth since you couldn’t move, whining and contorting your body. None of the others had reacted like you had—no one else had been in pain.

“Y/N imprinted.” The mind-reader said, his voice even. “On Emmett.”

“Me?”

His voice felt like thunder to you. Your paws pulled up the dirt and flung it away until you were digging yourself in.

LET ME OUT LET ME GO LET ME OUT SAM HELP ME PLEASE LET ME GO SAM HELP

The worried thoughts of your packmates layered on top of your own thoughts in a mess.

Go to your house and wait for me. Don’t tell your grandfather what has happened Sam instructed. No sooner did he finish his order before you were retreating, your joints protesting the hair-pin movements as you propelled yourself away from the disastrous situation.

Running was easy enough, but shifting back to human was proving to be a harder task. You wandered around the edge of your backyard, trying to calm yourself down. The pack had continued the ‘lesson’ with the vampires after a short conversation. Unfortunately, since you could not shift, you understood what was happening, and your pack mates continued to be bombarded with your fear. You could also hear Paul’s thoughts about you: obviously you had to be made wrong as a person to imprint on a vampire.

You trotted back and forth, occasionally whimpering out loud as much as you tried not to. You were a disgrace, your grandfather would kick you out, you would drop out of school, the Pack would disown you. What would you do? Join the bloodsuckers? Would Emmett drink your blood and kill you? You felt drawn to him. Would it make him happy to eat you? Maybe that would be easiest. What was wrong with you?

You didn’t think anymore— you needed to get away. You ran the perimeter, but it wasn’t enough. You kept running, running until your whole body hurt, your back leg sore from rolling your ankle too many times in gym class as a kid.

The running had worn you out. Whatever happened, it would be best to face it. Imprinting wasn’t under your control, even if your brain had decided Emmett was the ‘one’ all by its dumb self. If the Cullen’s moved and you stopped shifting, would you even still be attached?

You slowed down to a trot and tried to gather your senses. You were deep in the woods, the canopy of the trees making the area you were standing in even darker.

You curled up on the cold ground and tried to calm yourself down. If the Cullens were leaving town soon, maybe everyone would stop shifting. Things could go back to normal.

You tried a few breathing exercises. Your heart rate slowed for a minute, until you smell it.

A vampire. A scent you didn’t recognize.

You had a split second before you saw it in the distance.

RUN, Y/N! Sam shouted in your head. You turned, wincing from the pain in your leg, and took off. You were exhausted, but running for your life gave you an adrenaline boost.

You turned to look behind you and you let out a shriek of a howl—the vampire was only about ten feet away. You took a sharp left, jumped over a fallen tree and tumbled down a sharp hill until your body was stopped by slamming into a tree. You let out a sharp whine, your eyes darting to the vampire looking at the top of the hill.

You couldn’t help the yelps and the whines—your ribs were definitely cracked, if not broken on the one side, and your foot had to have a stress fracture.

MOVE Y/N! GET OUT OF THERE! C’MON, DON’T GIVE UP! Leah shouted in your head. WE’RE ON OUR WAY!

The vampire, with his red eyes, slid down the hill on his heels and grabbed you by the back of your neck, dragging your body back up the hill before launching you like a frisbee into some other trees. In a blink of an eye he was standing over you, contemplating his next move. Was he going to kill you quickly, or did he want to see you in pain a little longer?

Luckily for you, the vampire’s time was cut short as huge pale blur slammed into the vampire, sending the two of them flying into some trees. The trees snapped easily, and the thunderous noise of two boulders colliding made your ears ring.

GET UP Y/N! GET UP!

You tried to stand up, dizzy and in overwhelming pain.

Limbs flew by your face. Overwhelmed with fear and pain, your body finally gave up.

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Before you fully became conscious, all you knew was that a sickeningly sweet smell, almost chemical in its sharpness, filled your nose and made your head pound.

A sharp pain in your ankle yanked you back into reality. You shot up straight, making Sam jump back. The vampire doctor had your foot in his hands.

“It’s just a stress fracture. I’ll tape it into the right position, it should be healed later tonight.”

“Thank you, Carlisle.” Sam said, his eyes on you.

Looking down, you realized you had been dressed in athletic shorts and a baggy t-shirt.

You unconsciously raised a hand to your nose to block the pungent odor.

“What happened?” you asked. You didn’t remember anything past the rogue vampire throwing you into the trees. You ran a hand down your sore ribs.

“Those should heal as quickly as your foot,” the doctor says, offering you an icepack, “granted that you don’t phase for the next 24 hours.”

“That can be arranged.” Sam said. You pressed the ice to your ribs and sighed with relief.

Everyone was quiet for a minute. Looking around, you realized you were in the living room of a very, very fancy house. Judging by the smell, it had to be the Cullen’s house.

“We should get you home, before your grandfather starts to worry.” Sam said, standing up. He tentatively reached a hand out to Carlisle, who took it for a shake. What a weird sight.

“Before you leave, I think Emmett wanted to have a word with Y/N.” Carlisle said as you stood up. You noticed the tall, muscular man standing over by the stairs.

“I will be outside,” Sam said to you. He nodded to Carlisle, then to Emmett, and then descended down the stairs, leaving you alone with the vampires.

When you turned to look to Carlisle, he was gone, and you were alone with your imprint and rescuer.

You stood very still, but it felt like you were in a storm, the winds pushing your towards him. You crossed your arms as he walked into the room, taking a seat on the arm of one of the couches across from you.

“So. Imprinting, huh? What’s that all about?”

You swallowed nervously. He waited for you to speak, golden eyes assessing your movements.

“Um, it’s like love at first sight, kinda.” You said quietly, looking to the ground before looking up again.

“Okay. Sounds good.” Emmett said. He stood up and stretched before extending his arms to you.

“What?”

“Don’t you want a hug? I thought you loved me.” He said with a grin.

“No offense, but you kind of smell.”

“So do you, but I wasn’t going to say anything,” he said, flopping back down onto the couch. You caught yourself letting out a sharp laugh, a release of tension, a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding.

“Well, I’m pretty sure it must be some sort of mistake. Shifters shouldn’t imprint on vampires.”

“It’s these guns, babe. I don’t know how anyone could resist,” Emmett said, theatrically kissing his biceps.

“Riiight,” you said, unable to force away the smile on your lips.

“C’mon, come feel them. Hard as rock,” he said, flexing with one arm and motioning to you with the other.

“I’ll pass,” you said. “Sam’s waiting for me.”

“But babe, it’ll just take a second.” Emmett whined, and this time you had to full-on laugh at the absurdity of situation you were in.

“Fine,” you said, lurching forward and placing a hand on his arm. You tried to squeeze, but it really was rock solid.

“That’s weird.” You said to yourself.

“Um, I think the word you’re looking for is cool.”

You tried to squeeze it again, out of curiosity. Emmett watched you, silent for a moment.

Sam’s trunk honking cut through the calm, and you remembered that you needed to go home and probably have a crappy talk with the elders.

“Can I have your phone number?” Emmett asked.

“Ummm,” you said, not really wanting to admit to anything, but his pout made your heart melt into a little puddle on the floor. “I don’t have a cell phone,” you said. “But you can have my home phone, if you want.”

“Okay!” He said, just smiling at you.

“Do… do you want to grab a pen or…?”

“Nope. I’ll remember it.” He said. “Just go ahead, when you’re reading.”

You sighed to yourself. Whatever, today had already been so freaking weird to begin with.

“Okay. 3-6-0…”

@waywardsisterstfw

#twilight saga #twilight fanficiton #twilight imagine #reduce reuse recycle ba by!

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darkforestimagines · 4 years

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Scratch

Sam x reader

“Y/N? Y/N?” you heard Sam call from the bedroom.

“Out here,” you called from the kitchen. Toast popped out of the toaster and you took it out and dropped it on a plate. Just as you began to butter it, two warm arms wrapped around you and a warm chin sat heavily on your shoulder.

“Why are you up so early?” Sam mumbled into your neck.

“You asked everyone to be over at 6, so we could have breakfast and discuss the plan for meeting the Cullen’s at 7.”

You reached over to the windowsill over the sink and clicked the radio on. A folk song came on, too quiet to be intelligible.

“It’s only 5:15,” Sam hummed, kissing your neck. You shivered and leaned back into him, enjoying the warmth.

“And breakfast isn’t going to make itself,” you say, reaching over to slide two more piece of toast into the toaster.

“I don’t deserve you,” Sam said, giving you a little squeeze.

“Sure you do,” you said, turning your head awkwardly so that you could kiss his cheek. “Can you do me a favour and go get some flowers for the table?”

“Flowers?”

“Daisies, dandelions… I don’t care, as long as they’re pretty and they’re on the table.”

Sam released you. The mason jar on the table sat empty, since your tulips had wilted a few days ago.

“I think I can manage that.”

You heard the door creak open and slam shut. The more you cooked, the more the kitchen began to warm up. As you started moving things to the table, you opened the window so it wouldn’t be so warm– the shifters were so warmblooded, you didn’t want them to be uncomfortable.

Taking a cursory glance out the window at 5:45, you didn’t see Sam. Weird.

You slipped on Sam’s rubber boots, feeling a bit like a child putting on their parent’s shoes, and wandered out into the yard to find your boyfriend.

The cool spring breeze went right through your pajamas. You crossed your arms, trying to keep you own heat.

“Sam? Saaaaam?”

Nothing. Not even a bird. You walked around the side of the house and peeked into the backyard.

Nothing.

You walked back out to the front, hearing a truck come down the gravel road.

“Mornin’ Y/N,” Jared called, slamming the truck door shut. On the other side, Paul, Brady and Collin hopped out.

Paul opened his mouth to say something, but all four boys suddenly froze.

“Do you smell that?” Paul asked.

“It’s a bloodsucker alright,” Jared said.

You heard a rustling along the treeline, and then a scream.

“Y/N? Oh god, Y/N?”

“Sam, I’m so sorry,”

Someone was crying. You opened your eyes and found Sam leaning over you.

“Babe,” you began to say. You felt so dizzy.

“Shhh, it’s okay baby. I’m right here.”

“Just calm down Brady, Y/N is okay,”

“What happened?” you asked, trying to sit up only to be pushed back down.

“There was a vampire. Brady phased too close to you and nicked your arm. You passed out.” Sam said. You lifted your right arm– nope, it’s fine. You lifted your left arm– ah, there we go. Someone had wrapped a green t-shirt around your arm, but it was soaked with blood.

“Take me inside,” you said. The sight of the blood made you feel a bit woozy, but then again, you weren’t in pain.

“Dude, I think she’s in shock.” Paul said from behind Sam. Your boyfriend scooped you up like a sack of potatoes and carried you into the house.

“Bathroom. Our bathroom. We need the first aid kit.” You said. Sam set you down with your back to the tub. Jared opened all of the drawers until the first aid kit was located.

“Don’t take that off.” Sam said as you pulled at the bloody shirt.

“It’s gonna stick to my wound, it’s cotton.” you said. “We need to clean it.” you insisted. Sam gently removed the towel and you got your first look at your arm. Three long gashes monopolized your forearm.

“They’re not so deep,” you said. You felt like you were in a dream. You stuck your arm under the faucet of the tub and turned on the cool water. It looked like someone was washing a couple liters of fruit punch down the drain.

“Alright, that’s enough.” Sam said, turning off the faucet. He dried your arm with paper towels.

“Move Sam, let me do it. Just hold Y/N, they look like they’re gonna pass out.”

“I feel funny,” you announced. Jared took hold of your arm and Sam sat down so that you couldn’t see what Jared was doing. You pressed your right hand against his chest, letting it warm up before you flipped it to the back to let the other side warm up. Sam cupped your cheek and watched you with unparalleled focus.

“Where are the flowers, babe?”

“I got a little distracted,” Sam said.

“That’s okay,” you said. His expression was still grim, you you leaned forwards and kissed his nose.

“When this whole thing is over, I think we need a vacation. Or a stay-cation. I just want to cuddle with you.” You said. You heard Jared snicker from the other side of Sam.

“That’s a good idea,” Sam said. He looked tired and old.

“You look tired and old,” you whispered, leaning your face into the crook of his neck. Mm. Warm.

“Hey Sam, Sue’s here. Leah gave her a call.” Paul said, sticking his head into the bathroom.

“Who’s watching the fire?”

“Collin and Seth.”

“Who’s making breakfast?” you asked with a gasp.

“Seth and Jake are working on it.” Paul said. Sam rubbed your back.

“All done!” Jared said, cutting in. “Looks like the bleeding is slowing down a lot. I can change the dressings after our little training session.”

Your arm was wrapped in snowy white gauze.

“Let’s move her to the couch, Sam. What do you want to drink, Y/N? Orange juice? You need sugar for all that bloodloss.”

“Orange juice sounds good,” you told him. Jared and Paul left the bathroom, and for a second it was just you and Sam.

“Sam, baby, I’m okay.”

“You could’ve been hurt. Brady was reckless.”

“It’s not his fault.” you said, taking Sam’s hand in yours and giving it a squeeze. “Besides, a bite from a vampire is worse than a little scratch from a wolf.”

“That’s hardly a little scratch,” Sam grumbled.

“Exactly!” you said.

“That’s not what I meant,” Sam said.

“No take-backs. Now, about that orange juice…?”

Sam shook his head at you and helped you up. He kept his arm on you until you were deposited on the couch. Paul had managed to find a sippy cup for you, and Sue began to pile blankets on you as soon as Sam let you down.

Everyone came to check on you. Truth be told, you felt tired, and after your orange juice you curled up with your head on Sue’s lap.

“Y/N? Y/N?”

Your eyes fluttered open to find Sam kneeling infront of you. He smoothed back your hair and kissed your forehead.

“I’ll be right back,” he said.

“Have fun,” you mumbled. You heard Paul’s laugh in your dreams.

#reduce reuse recycle ba by!#twilight #twilight fanficition #an oldie but a goodie

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