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"if you see someone shoplifting, no you didn't" no but like. i really didn't. i have never in my life seen someone shoplifting because i'm not watching anyone else in the grocery store..? how are y'all noticing things like that. my only goals are enter the store, survive, exit the store

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Collarbones : Jasper Whitlock Hale V

Chapter Five

"I can see your collarbones and baby I'm scared, Never thought I'd be so unprepared"

Summary: Camila Johnson was only 16 when she was diagnosed with leukemia. By the time she had turned 17, the doctors had tried everything to save her. Her family is close to giving up hope when they hear of a doctor who may be able to help her. The only problem is, he lives on the opposite side of the country. The small family soon decides to move to the small town in Washington, in efforts to prolong her life. In doing so, her life changes forever.

Warnings: Eventual smut (18+ only), mentions of death, depression, violence, descriptions of disease and weight loss, general angst, slow burn, blink and you'll miss it mention of sex, mention of opioids

Words: 8.1k

A/N: Please lmk if you'd like to be added to the tag list. This one is super long, hope you enjoy x

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January 31st, 2005

Camila sat there, frozen in shock, silent for what seemed like a century to Jasper. He found himself once again wishing that he had Edward’s power. To his delight, she didn’t look horrified, just shocked. But he wouldn’t push it this time, wouldn’t push her to speak before she was ready, because her whole future hung on this one moment. His whole future with her. 

Finally, she spoke. “W-who makes the decision to change that future?” She asked, voice croaking on its way out. It was the only thing she could think to ask. Every other thought had become muddled in her mind.

Jasper blinked, looking down at their intertwined fingers. “You.” He said simply, pausing before he continued. It was only fair to give her the full warning of what this could mean. “It wouldn’t be the easy solution though. It’s excruciatingly painful, changing. You would loose everything you have now. Your parents, your friends, everyone would need to think that you had died.” He explained gravely, hanging his head in shame. Suddenly, he felt wrong having this conversation. Ashamed that he was even suggesting making her give up everything. It felt selfish, because, in truth, it was.

Surprising even herself, his explanation didn’t hurt. She had spent so long preparing herself to have to say goodbye, that maybe it would be worth it to start new. Either way, she would lose them and they would lose her. What scared her is what this would mean for her and the Cullens. She knew that Alice expected a friendship to form between them. More importantly, she knew that forever with Jasper didn’t seem bad in the slightest, maybe even nice. Maybe, just maybe, she would be able to act on her feelings for him after all. Maybe breaking that promise she had made to herself wouldn’t be so bad after all.

That thought stopped her in her tracks though. What if Jasper didn’t feel that same pull towards her that she felt towards him? The last thing that she wanted to do was be a burden on him. A burden that lasted for an eternity no less. “I’ll have to think on that.” She decided, gulping as the thought of making that enteral decision settled in the pit of her stomach. 

“Of course. Take all the time you need.” Jasper said. He had expected as much. He couldn’t expect her to make that decision in that moment. She had only just found out that Vampires existed and now there he was, asking her what she wanted to do with eternity. As much as the suspense was killing him, he knew that he would be willing to wait as long as it would take for her to make that choice. The prize would be well worth the wait.

Camila shook her head, trying to push the overwhelming information from her mind if even for a moment. So much had been said in the last hour that she was beginning to have a migraine, the dull pain throbbing more and more by the second. “I’m going to go grab some water.” She croaked out, her throat suddenly feeling as dry as a desert. She reluctantly let her grip on his hand loosen as she pushed herself to the edge of the mattress. Willing her sore muscles to pull her to a stand, she took a few steps towards the door into the living room. 

The room blurred for a moment, her mind going fuzzy with dizziness suddenly. Stars shot around her vision as her knees began to buckle. Before she had time to process what was happening, before she had time to try and catch herself from falling, ice cold hands were on her. One on her waist, keeping her upright. The other gently cupping the base of her head and the back of her neck, long fingers sprawled across the space, keeping her head steady. 

“Woah.” She said blinking rapidly. She was almost certain that it wasn’t just the dizziness that had made him a blur of speed. “How did you get over here so quickly?” She asked, confusion clear on her face.

Sending her a soft smile, he answered. “It’s a vampire thing.” He said simply. 

“Ohh.” She said, nodding in understanding. She guessed there was a lot more to understand than she had realized. The whole thing had happened so quickly, she was just now getting the time to process his touch. Blood rushed to her cheeks, and she hoped the embarrassment that she felt, she would be able to blame on the near fainting as well as the blush. “Sorry, I think I just stool up too quick.” She said, feeling as if the heat in her cheeks would never go away. 

Jasper shook his head. “You don’t need to apologize.” He said, brushing his thumb along the exposed skin of her arm in what he hoped was a comforting manor. Dark bruises littered the pale skin, and found himself wishing, hoping that his fingerprints wouldn’t show up along with the others soon. He knew that with her sickness came bruising easily, but he dreaded the day that he would inevitably cause one of the purple splotches. “Why don’t you go and lay down? I’ll go get some water for you.” He offered, dropping his hold on her once he could see that she could hold her own weight once more. 

Nodding, she lowered her gaze bashfully, slightly embarrassed that she couldn’t even do a simple task without narrowly avoiding an accident. “Thanks.” She muttered as she made her way back to the bed, lowering herself slowly onto the cool sheets. 

Jasper made his way out of her bedroom, when, suddenly a burning tore through his throat. Realizing as he heard a car door shut outside, that her mother must have just arrived back from the store, he rushed forward to turn the lock and open the front door for her. A brief flash of shock crossed her face as she looked at the pale figure in the doorframe. “Jasper, lovely to see you again.” She greeted as a smile formed on her lips. “Didn’t know you were staying after driving Camila home.” She said. 

He hurried forward, at a human speed of course, to help gather the plastic bags that were filled with food from the trunk. “Sorry, Ma’am, I don’t mean to intrude.” He apologized, not wanting to be a burden or make the woman uncomfortable from his presence.

Michelle shook her head, furrowing her eyebrows. “Of course not, you’re never anything but a perfect gentleman. Speaking of which, you really don’t need to help bring those in, Hon.” She said sweetly, going to grab the bags from his hands.

“Nonsense, it’t no bother at all.” He reassured, southern accent thick as he gathered the remaining bags. As he turned, seeing her shocked face, he realized that he may have been overzealous in trying to grab them all at once, halfway exposing his superhuman strength purely by accident. He hunched his shoulders slightly, trying to play off that they at least looked heavy, as he let out a light laugh. “Dad always said it should only take one trip.” He joked, trying to play it off.

She nodded slowly, letting out a soft laugh her self. “Guess so.” She said, grabbing her keys from her purse to lock the vehicle. “How is Carlisle? We have an appointment with him tomorrow.” She asked politely, trying to find conversation to fill the silence as the two made their way back into the home to the kitchen.

Dropping the bags carefully on the kitchen counter, he turned to her. “He’s good. Busy at the hospital, been taking extra shifts lately to help with a shortage of doctors.” He answered.

The woman smiled at his words. “He’s a miraculous man. I hope he’s not over working himself.” She said, slightly concerned. Jasper smiled at the inside joke, humming in response. Carlisle often had to force himself to go home when it was like this. Right before he had met Edward had been the worst timing for this. Hundreds were dying all around his from the Spanish Influenza and there he was, wishing that he could be working, helping twenty-four hours a day but knowing he couldn’t. No human could operate like that, and that’s how he needed to appear. Human. 

One word in particular that she had said had stuck out, however. Miraculous. He hoped that she hadn’t meant the word in a literal way. He knew from conversations with Carlisle as well as with Camila that this is what they had been hoping for. A miracle. It hurt him to know that there would be none coming for them. Either decision the Camila would end up making, they would lose her. It was impossible to change that fact. Impossible to make the loss easier for them.

But, clearly a miracle was what they had been hoping for. Camila had told him what had happened when she had been diagnosed. The cancer had progressed too far for chemo to really have any chance of working, so they hadn’t done it. There was no point of putting her though all of that if it didn’t have a chance of working. That’s why they had moved to Forks. Not only for the cheaper cost of living, but in hopes that Carlisle could help. But Jasper knew better. He knew that Camila’s life would end soon, and there was nothing left to do to prevent it from happening.

Shaking himself from his thoughts, he cleared his throat before speaking. “I was getting Camila some water when I heard you get back from the store.” He said, trailing off towards the end. 

She smiled, grateful to have him there, trying to take care of her baby for her. He clearly cared a great bit for her, and she only hoped that he wouldn’t grow too attached. “There’s some bottled water in the fridge.” She told him, moving to start unpacking the bags of groceries. 

“Thanks.” He answered, moving to grab one of the bottles before heading back to Camila’s room. Closing the door softly behind him, he looked up from the creaking floorboards to find her fast asleep. He couldn’t stop the smile from growing on his lips as he peered at her sleeping form. There she was, as peaceful as could be, small puffs of air leaving her parted lips. 

He couldn’t stop himself from staring as he lost himself in the view. Her cheekbones were prominent, her face clearly thinned from the illness. Darkness circled her eyes, leaving soft purple rings. She was absolutely beautiful, of course, but it was obvious to his advanced eyes that she was unwell. He wasn’t sure how he had missed it before, and he wandered, now, how she had looked before all of this. What she would look like if she changed. He shook his head, needing to stop before he got carried away.

Breaking himself from his trance, he pushed forward, setting the perspiring water bottle on her makeshift nightstand of cardboard boxes. He turned, reaching to grasp the edge of her blanket before draping it softly along her thin frame, watching closely as she shifted slightly under the fluffy fabric. He turned back towards the door, deciding that he should leave, seeing as she clearly needed the rest.

“Jasper?” A soft voice broke him from his thoughts. His head shot back, looking towards the direction in which the croaky voice sounded from. Camila remained in the same spot, eye squinted as she looked at his frame from her place on the bed. “Please don’t leave.” She said, so soft that he wasn’t sure if he would’ve heard it without his advanced hearing. How could he say no to her?

He knew he couldn’t, as if he wanted to in the first place, so he just nodded his head and walked straight back to her. He eased his way under the covers, leaning slightly on the wall behind the head of the mattress, half sitting, half laying down, not wanting to ease too far into the situation, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. She sighed in content, laying her head softly on his arm, and hummed a small ‘thanks’.

Pretty much immediately, she was back to sleeping. He could hear her heart rate had slowed to a steady pace, breathing mellowing back out as she sunk deeper into her sleep. The rhythm was comforting to him. Despite being in the next room, his throat still burned from the scent of her mother, and luckily for him, Camila was a nice distraction from this. 

It probably wasn’t the best idea to be there alone in the first place, no one there to stop him if something bad happened. It had been one thing when him and Camila had been alone, that much he could trust himself with. Now though, Michelle was home and her blood was calling out to him. It was just a matter of time before her father arrived home from work, and then the burning would only intensify. But she was worth it. He could never say no to her. He would never be able to say no to her. 

So, he remained there, unmoving for more minutes than he could count, not wanting to wake her, as she shifted slightly, moving further onto him as she rested her head comfortably on his chest. If his heart still beat it would’ve been erratic. 

Without meaning to, they had had more physical contact in the past twelve hours that they had ever before. He knew he should stop himself, knowing that he should keep the barriers between them strong. Not wanting to accidentally hurt her, but he couldn’t help himself as he wrapped his arm securely around her frame. He couldn’t help but embrace her as she did the same to him, even if she wasn’t fully aware of it. 

He could feel his feelings for her grow by the second, vaguely aware that they were teetering on the edge of love. He knew it was ridiculous, having only known her for such a short amount of time, but he couldn’t help it. Others in his family had explained the feeling to him before, so he was aware of the fact that it all moved much quicker for his kind. Vampire’s mated for life, and if he felt like this with her already, if Alice had truly seen them together, in love, in the future, he knew he was completely and utterly fucked. He knew, in that moment, that if she did chose to die, to let her illness take her away from him, he was done for.

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February 1st, 2005

Camila’s second appointment had been scheduled for directly after she finished with school, and she was grateful that she wouldn’t miss her daily calculous class with Jasper. She had come to enjoy the short forty-five minute class, having the excuse to see him everyday. On top of this, she had spent yet another lunch break at the Cullen table, by the request of not only Jasper, but Alice as well. 

After her conversation with Tyler the day previous, she had been more than happy to  take them up on their offer. Tyler had deliberately avoided her between classes that day, and if it was either him being jealous or him just avoiding her all together because of her outburst, she didn’t care. 

She just couldn’t bring herself to give a fuck anymore. Did she really need friends that shit on other people like he had done to Jasper anyway? Okay, so maybe he hadn’t completely shit on him, but he had been rude, and tried to pass it off as caring for her. Fuck that. If he wanted to remain friends, then he could apologize. Her relationship with Jasper, whatever that relationship entailed, wasn’t going to change on account of the Tyler’s ‘concern’.

So she had graciously excepted their invite at lunch, and luckily for her, Edward had been absent from the table, having chosen to sit at another with the company of Bella Swan. Camila chose not question his antics, not even in her head, as she knew that he would be able to hear her thoughts, but she couldn’t help of think of Jasper’s words. Either way it would end badly. The words sent an uncomfortable chill down her spine, but she would ignore it. It wasn’t anymore her business than her and Jasper were Tyler’s.

Her and Jasper. The new information he had given her had been cycling through her mind ever since. A chance at forever with him. It scared her. She knew how she felt towards him, and she knew that those feelings were only growing stronger, and if she was being honest with herself, they scared her. Scared her that he wouldn’t feel the same way for her. In truth, she didn't know what to do. Her only hope was to wait and see how things would pan out. To hope for the best. 

After a long day of school work and overthinking everything Jasper had told her, by the time her appointment with Carlisle had rolled around, her head was throbbing. She wasn’t sure what she was hoping for him to say as they sat there in the waiting room with her parents. Wasn’t sure what she was hoping for him to do once he had seen the results of her latest run of tests, but what she did know was what she hoped he wouldn’t say. She hoped that he wouldn’t suggest anything expensive. 

It was clear that her parents held too much hope in him. Too much hope that he could fix what was wrong with her, but she knew better. She knew that she would die soon. She had known that since the day she had been diagnosed. It had been a gut wrenching feeling that she couldn’t shake, despite being told that there was a chance that she could get better. She knew better than to believe it, than to hope. Jasper’s words had only confirmed that for her. 

So she did hope, with every fiber of her being that he would do what was best and not dig them an even deeper financial hole than they had already dug themselves. Of course, once he had sat them in his office, tried to make small talk, attempting to soften the blow of the bad news, he had confirmed what she had already known. The tests had all come back unanimously. “Three to five months.” he said, face grave as he delivered the information.

Her father drooped in his seat, defeated, but determined not to cry. To hold himself together for his wife and daughter. Her mother almost immediately shook with silent sobs, small squeaks leaving her lips as she attempted to breath through the tears. Camila, however, remained unmoving in her seat, face blank of emotion. She had expected as much. Maybe a bit more time, but not by a lot. So she had a little bit less time to make her decision, so be it. Oh well, better not to drag it out anyway, right? 

Maybe it made her seem heartless, but really, she was just tired. Tired of trying to be sad about her life ending. There was only so long you could be upset, knowing it would end soon anyway, and she had already been given enough time for that. The months following her diagnosis had been bad enough as it was. Loosing her friends. Loosing her boyfriend who she had thought loved her. She had already been pushed to that breaking point, so to hear that her pain and suffering would end soon, one way or another, was not the worst news she could hear. What pained her was her parent’s reactions, and she knew that they were both trying the best they could to not upset her more, so she tried her best to ignore that pain. 

She had always hoped that maybe they would try for another kid once she was gone. They had both been so young when she was born, so it was entirely possible. She knew the past year had been torturous for them too, but in an entirely different way. So, was it that bad for her to be thankful that they would be able to start their healing even easier than she had hoped for? To maybe start new? She didn’t think so.

Carlisle had been solemn as he continued delivering the news to them. The news that there were no treatments that would help her at that stage. The news that the meds she had been taking had not been working to slow the progression of the cancer like they had hoped. The news that her liver was beginning to show signs of deterioration. The news that their daughter’s body just wasn’t sustaining her life the way that it should. 

“The best thing to do in this situation is to try and make her as comfortable as possible.” He said, face laced with sadness. “We can up her pain meds. This should not only help with the pain, but also the shortness of breath that you’ve been reporting.” He said, addressing the last part to Camila as he gave her a soft, sympathetic smile. They no longer had to worry about the risk of addiction, only to ease her discomfort. And when the time came, that she was on her last branch of life, they would move her to hospice and start administering morphine on a regular basis. And then she would be gone. Easy enough she supposed. Definitely a cheeper route than chemo or radiation therapy, so she couldn’t complain.

The car ride home had been silent. She didn’t know what to say and clearly neither did her parents. The pain was palpable in the atmosphere, so much so that she was glad when they arrived home. Glad to be able to be alone in her room. Give them the space they needed to feel all that they needed to feel without having to try and be strong for her benefit. 

So, that’s what they did. They felt. She could hear her mother’s sobs through the thin walls of the home. Hear her father trying to comfort her to no avail, and eventually hear his quiet sobs as well. Sleep had not come easy that night, so abnormally, she had been awake when the light tapping started tat her window.

She had thought she had been imagining things at first, maybe hallucinating from the lack of sleep in the past day, but then it came again. Tap tap tap. Slowly, she rolled out of the covers of her bed, inching her way towards the window, where she ripped open the thin curtain. Her body jolted as a small squeal left her lips, clutching at her chest for dear life. “Jesus. You’re going to give me heart attack one of these days.” She complained, unlatching the lock on the creaky frame of the window. Using all of her strength to pry it open, she stepped back aways to let Jasper climb through into her bedroom. 

“What did I tell you, Darlin’? The name is Jasper. You should know this by now.” He teased, smirk deepening his dimples as she rolled her eyes at him. “Carlisle told me how it went today at the hospital, hope you don’t mind him breaking HIPAA and all.” He said, the smirk dropping from his face as he raising his hand to brush a stray piece of hair from her face, resting a comforting palm on her cheek after.

She blinked, not having it in herself to even try and stop her racing heart. “I would’ve ended up telling you anyway.” She answered, not looking away from his amber eyes. 

“I know.” He muttered. “Come here.” He said, pulling her gently into his chest. He knew what she needed. Despite her hard exterior, her emotionless reaction that Carlisle had informed him of, he could feel her emotional pain. What caused it, knowing how soon she would die, knowing that there really was nothing to cure her, or seeing her parents in pain, he didn’t know. Either way, she needed the comfort, and that he could give her.

She buried her face in the fabric of his hoodie, letting tears that she didn’t even know she had flow free. She didn’t know exactly what she was crying about, not caring enough to try and figure it out. She only knew that he was holding her, and that was enough. So that night he stayed. Stayed until the early hours of the morning when she awoke to dress for school. Stayed and held her in his arms as her tears left stains in the fabric of his clothes. Stayed as she clenched that very same fabric in her fists, refusing to let go as sleep finally overcame her. 

Sure, the burning in his throat was twice as bad, because he had missed his hunting and two more humans were sleeping just down the hallway, veins pumping full of sweet smelling, temping blood. But in that moment he didn’t care. He would endure anything for this girl and he knew it. 

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February 3rd, 2005

The next few days had gone by slowly. Her parents had yet to bring up what had happened at the hospital. Whether that was because they couldn’t handle it, or because they thought it would upset her, she didn't know, but she was happy to avoid the conversation. The drive to school had been as if the whole ordeal hadn’t happened. Like she hadn’t listened in as her parents sobbed themselves to sleep. Like she couldn’t see the red puffy eyes of her mother’s that were left there as evidence. 

Her mother had smiled her best smile and tried to make conversation. “So, you and Jasper seem to be hanging out quite a bit.” She commented, causing a blush to creep up to Camila’s cheeks. Camila hummed in response, trying her best to hide the redness in her face as she looked out of the window, suddenly very interested in the trees blurring past. Seeing that she wasn’t going to verbally reply, she continued. “I like him. He’s very polite… and cute.” She said, wiggling her eyebrows her eyebrows as she nudged her daughter’s shoulder. 

Camila let out an exaggerated groan, running her hands over her warm face. “Mom, please.” She begged.

Michelle gasped dramatically. “What? I’m just making conversation.” She said teasingly.

“Please, anything but this topic.” Camila complained, the words muffled by her hands that remained in front on her face, trying to block her mother’s view of the red tinted cheeks.

“Ohhh…” Michele sighed out. “You like him, don’t you?” She asked. She already knew the answer of course. It was obvious, if only to her. She knew her daughter and she could tell how she felt towards the boy. 

Camila sighed in relief as she dropped her hands, Forks High School coming into view. She gathered her things in her lap as the car came to a stop, turning to address her mother once more. “Bye, Mom. I love you.” She said pointedly, earning a chuckle from the woman as she opened the door. 

She made her way inside the building, and as soon as her boot clad feet touched the smooth tile of the hallways, an arm slung around her shoulder. Her body immediately tensed, feeling the warmth coming from the touch. She looked up to see his face, Tyler Crowley. “Hey.” He said, nonchalantly.

She raised an eyebrow at him expectantly. Surely, that wasn’t how he was going to start the conversation, right? He couldn’t be serious, surely not. He grimaced, seeing her slight glare. “About the other day…” He said, scratching at the back of his neck awkwardly. Camila gestured with her hand, urging him to go on. What was he five? Did he seriously need someone to hold his hand while he was apologizing? 

He cleared his throat. “I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m sorry. I shouldn’t butt in to your business.” He said, seemingly gritting his teeth as he forced the words out.

Camila nodded her head slowly, pulling herself out from his uncomfortable embrace. “You’re right, you shouldn’t.” She said simply. “That being said, don’t do it again, okay?” She asked. 

He nodded, giving her a tight lipped smile, as he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jacket. “Promise.” He said, giving her a tight lipped smile.

Camila nodded her head curtly. “Good.” She said, and that was the end of that. Despite his apology, she didn’t exactly want to be around him in that moment. So, she had opted instead to talk sit next to Angela during class. Camila hadn’t gotten the time to talk to the girl much that week, much to her dismay, but luckily, her history class didn’t have assigned seats, so she took the opportunity and ran with it.

“Hey.” She called out, setting her things down on the desk as she pulled out the chair next to the girl. 

Angela looked up, seemingly startled by the sudden attention. “Hi, Camila.” She said, sending her a bright smile. “I haven’t seen you around much, how have you been?” She asked sweetly.

“Just busy with being at a new school and all. How about you?” Camila asked politely, giving her a kind smile. Angela had always been nothing but sweet to her, seemingly a genuinely nice person. 

Angela beamed in response. “Oh you know, crazy busy too. The school paper and twin brothers keep life interesting.” She said, giggling fondly at the thought of the two toddlers. Her smile remained as she leaned over slightly, dropping her voice to a whisper. “You seem to be busy with Jasper Hale more than anything.” She teased. 

God, how many people were going to bring him up? Was she that obvious? Was it that clear to everyone how she felt for him? She hoped not. “Shut up.” She said, nudging Angela’s shoulder with her own, not even attempting to hide the blush that had found its way back on her face.

“Oh come on.” Angela said, smile still shining bright. “You’ve got to see the way he looks at you.” She said. 

The words had sent Camila’s heart into overdrive. “Looks at me how?” She said, eyebrows furrowing as she looked down to her hands, spinning the rings that hung loosely off of her fingers.

Angela scoffed playfully. “Like you’re the only person in the room.” She said simply. Camila’s heart clattered against her ribcage. He didn't do that, surely not. Did he? “Has he asked you to prom yet?” She asked expectantly.

Shaking her head no, Angela looked disappointed. “Has anyone asked you yet?” Camila asked, trying to change the subject away from her and Jasper. 

“I keep thinking Eric’s going to ask me, then he just... doesn’t.” She said, letting out a disappointed sigh.

Camila perked up in her seat. “You should ask him.” She suggested. Angela’s eyes shot to her, a skeptical look plastered onto her face. “Take control. You’re a strong independent woman.” She reassured.

“Bella said the same thing.” Angela answered, dropping her eyes down, suddenly very interested in her chipping nail polish.

“See?” Camila asked brightly. “So you know it has to be true then.” She said finitely. Angela gave a soft, teetering smile and nodded.

The remainder of the class they spent taking turns reading through sections of their history book together, jotting down notes as they went. Once they were done with this, they moved on to their homework, finishing that fairly quickly as well. Angela was a good work partner. She took things seriously enough to get done with things fast, but also wasn’t too serious that she couldn’t hold basic conversation. 

By the end of the class, Camila had promised to accompany her and Jessica  with dress shopping for the prom next week. She wasn’t sure how she had been coerced into it, but knew it had something to do with her lack of ability to tell her no. She was just too nice, it was hard to reject the offer. As much as she was not looking forward to spending time with Jessica, Angela made up for it.

Like the day previous, she had opted to join Jasper at lunch. She was beginning to grow accustomed to the stares. They had to lose interest at some point, right? Surely the whole ordeal couldn’t be that interesting to them. Yeah, maybe they were attracting more today because Jasper currently had his arm slung around her shoulder, but that didn’t really give them the right to ogle. Sure, this time his arm was actually around her and not just the chair, but it was comforting. It helped ground her thoughts that had been racing all day and the coolness felt nice against her feverish skin. 

Edward, again was absent from the table, having joined Bella once again at a table of their own. A fact she was grateful for as she didn’t want him to be able to read her thoughts in that moment. Her thoughts that were swirling with Jasper. It was embarrassing if she was being honest. She couldn’t seem to get him out of her mind, and she wasn’t exactly keen on the idea of admitting to herself why that was. 

Alice perked up suddenly in her seat, turning to address the girl next to her. “Camila, I almost forgot. They’re doing blood typing in biology class today. Carlisle said you should skip out on it since you bleed a lot easier than most.” She explained, giving her a bright smile. She turned her gaze to Jasper momentarily, raising her eyebrows. “Jasper can drive you home if you’d like, right Jazz?” She asked expectantly.

Jasper rolled his eyes playfully at his sister. “I’d be happy to.” He said, smiling down at Camila.

A low snicker sounded from across the table. “Yeah, you’d be happy to.” Emmett muttered. A loud thwack sounded from under the table, followed by a groan of pain. “Okay, okay. No more teasing, Jasper. I got it.” He said, leaning down to hold his leg as he glared at the golden haired immortal. 

Camila couldn’t stop herself from laughing at the whole ordeal. In fact, she often found herself not able to hold back her laughter with the group of vampires. She was comfortable with them, able to be much more open than she ever had before. She had nothing to hide with them. It was exhilarating, being able to be herself.

A shrill bell rung out across the crowded room, signaling the end of their lunch hour. Jasper reluctantly removed his arm from her shoulders, pulling himself to a stand and opting instead to offer his hand to the girl. She excepted the invitation, letting him help pull her to her feet as she slung her backpack onto her free arm. He did the same, grabbing both of their mostly untouched trays of food, and dumping them in the trash bin on their way out of the cafeteria. 

Hand holding had become a normal thing for them over the past few days, always finding themselves in need of some form of physical contact from each other. Camila chose not to read too far into this, not wanting to become expectant of what his feelings for her were. So, they walked hand in hand, making sure nobody watched as the divided from the crowd to exit through the front doors and into the parking lot. A plus to attending such a small school compared to the last high school she had gone to, not as many adults to notice when a couple of students slipped out for the remainder of the day. 

The drive to her home was a short and silent one, both teens opting to bask in the comfortable silence as he drove, winding down the woodsy roads. Once they arrived, he pulled up to the curb, putting the car in park as he turned to her. “Do you want me to walk you in?” He asked, the corners of his mouth pulling up slightly. 

Camila’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “You’re not coming in?” She asked, shoulders drooping in disappointment. She had grown so accustomed to spending time with the amber eyed teen that she hadn’t even questioned it, assuming he would spend time with her in her room like they had repeatedly in the past week. 

He shook his head lightly. “I’m sorry, Darlin’. Your mother’s home, and I haven’t hunted for a while…” He said trailing off, ashamed of his confession.

Camila smiled to him, leaning forward to plant a quick peck to his cheek, shocking even herself as she did so. Her lips tingled from the touch as she pulled back, offering a small smile. “It’s okay, Jazz. Promise.” She assured him, gathering her things as she moved to exit the car. 

“I can come by later tonight if you want, after I fix my whole… situation.” He said, catching her attention once more.

She turned back to him. “Only if you want to.” She said.

He grinned brightly at her. “I’ll always want to, Darlin’.” He said, smile not leaving his face as he watched her turn away and head towards the house. He sat there, unmoving as he made sure she made it safely inside. Waiting until she was out of view before he raised his hand to his cheek, feeling where she had left her kiss. Feeling the phantom burn of her warm plump lips on his icy skin.

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Jasper had come through with his promise that night, of course. This time the tapping on her window had sent her heart racing for a completely different reason altogether. Like always, as soon as she had laid her eyes on his face, all the stress from her day had lifted from her shoulders. If she didn’t know any better, she would’ve thought that he had been using his powers on her, but no. That was just the effect that he had on her. 

Oddly enough, even though it was nearly midnight, she wasn’t tired. She had taken some of her pain meds once she had gotten home from school and had almost immediately knocked out. So there she was, wide awake, Jasper by her side, hand in hand as what had become their usual. 

“How was hunting?” She asked, looking up to see that his eyes had returned to their normal golden color. 

He smiled to her. “Good, got a grizzly.” He said casually, causing her eyes to widen in shock. 

“Like, a grizzly bear?” She asked incredulously. He nodded, laughing lightly at her shock. “Guess you weren’t lying about vampires being crazy strong.” She muttered.

“You should see Emmet. Grizzlies are his favorite.” He said, laughing like it was some kind of inside joke.

Camila took the bait. “How come?” She asked, urged on by pure curiosity. 

Jasper paused for a moment, trying to think of the best way to tell the story. “Probably has to do with the fact that a bear is why he was changed.” He started, watching her face intently as he continued. “He had been mauled by one in 1935, when he was still human. Rosalie had been the one to find him and bring him to Carlisle. They’ve been together ever since.” He finished.

Camila stared up at him in awe. “That’s actually really cute.” She admitted. “Not the whole almost dying thing, but him and Rosalie.” She corrected herself. “Was that how it was with everyone else. Were they dying too?” She asked, curiously. 

Jasper hummed. “Some of us. Carlisle is the oldest, he was changed in 1663. His father had been a pastor, leading hunts for vampires. Carlisle ended up taking over for him at some point, and of course, unlike his father, he was intelligent enough to find a real coven. In the chaos of it all, he ended up getting bitten and left there, bleeding in the middle of the street. He hid in a cellar for the transformation and had tried killing himself at first.” He paused, hearing the soft gasp that left her lips. “We’re pretty indestructible though, he didn’t want to be a monster. Didn’t want to feed off of humans. That’s when he figured out that our kind could survive off of animal blood.” He ended.

Camila sat there in awe of the story. “Woah.” She muttered, eyes still wide. “Talk about superhuman self control.” She said, astounded. “Who was next?” She asked, not being able to put an end to her curiosity. 

He smiled at her, glad to see that the whole story was interesting to her, and hoping that it might also in some ways help prepare her for what was to come. “Then, was me, although it would be almost eighty-five years before I met Carlisle.” He said, pausing as he let her recall his story. “Then was Edward.” He continued. “He had been dying of Spanish influenza in 1918 in Chicago. He was being treated in the hospital where Carlisle was working at the time. His mother had been sick also. She had begged Carlisle as she died for him to save her son. So, when nobody was looking, he took Edward home, and changed him. Gave him a second chance at life.” He explained.

He sat there for a moment in silence, seeing pure interest and awe written on her face. “Then was Alice.” He continued. “She’s a big mystery. She has no memory of her human life. No idea how she was changed. She was alone for about twenty-eight years until she found me and brought me along with her to live with Carlisle in 1948.” He explained. He had of course briefly explained this part already, so he moved on to the next. 

“Then was Esme.” He continued. “She had met Carlisle briefly when she was sixteen when she had fallen out of a tree and broken her leg. He moved soon after, but he found her again about ten years later. She had been married to a man who abused her and had a child with him. The baby ended up dying only a few days later, it was a lot more common back then. She had been distraught as you can imagine and tried jumping off of a cliff. They thought she was dead when they brought her into the morgue, but Carlisle could hear that her heart was still beating. They got married a few years after she changed.” He finished.

Camila sat there for a moment, soaking in the stories that had just been told. It was all so fascinating, she couldn’t help but feel astonished. She had, of course, already known that Carlisle was an astonishing person, but now everything had been upped by ten. He had selflessly given so many people a new life. Given them a second chance. It all made sense. That’s why she had been given the option. Unlike his family, she had been given the time to make the choice for herself. Given the opportunity at that second chance. One that she definitely wouldn’t be taking for granted. 

“What about Rosalie?” She asked, suddenly realizing that he had left her story out.

He stayed silent for a moment, contemplating what he should tell her. It felt wrong, telling her story, with how intimate and private it had always seemed. With how hard Rosalie had taken the change compared to everyone else. “She was changed in 1933. Carlisle had found her bleeding out in the street… It’s really not my story to tell. Her ending was particularly brutal.” He said, trailing off as he remembered her pain as she had told him the story. “I’m sure she’ll tell you one day.” He assured her. 

She nodded understandingly. “If I do make the decision to change, then I would be a part of your family too?” She asked, somewhat timid of the topic. It scared her in all honesty. What if they ended up hating her? She didn’t want them to end up resenting her for her choice. She didn’t want to feel like a burden on them. To feel like she was an outsider. Like she didn’t belong.

Jasper stayed silent for a moment before he answered, feeling her worry and fear, wanting to make sure he used the correct words. “Yes, you would, but we would understand if you wanted to leave. We wouldn’t want you to feel trapped.” He explained, voice soft.

Camila shook her head at his words, brows creasing as she looked deep into his eyes. “It’s not that.” She assured him. “I mean, they barely know me…” She hesitated. “What if they don’t like me? You all have been a family for so long, I don’t want to get in the middle of that.” She said, the corners of her mouth turning downward as she admitted her fears.

“Camila.” He said softly, cupping his hand gently on the back of her neck, letting his thumb brush her cheek lightly. “They’re all going to love you.” He whispered. It pained him to hear her so unsure of herself. He may have been biased, but he couldn’t imagine a person hating her for the life of him.

“How do you know that though?” She asked, resisting the urge to lean into his touch for comfort as her heart hammered in her chest. 

“Well, two things.” He started, beginning to get lost in the emeralds of her eyes. Feeling as if they had been pulling him in, refusing to let him go. “Alice has seen it, and I’m fairly certain that it would be impossible to not love you.” He said, voice barely audible as he finished. For a moment he wasn’t sure if she had heard him, and if he was honest, he wasn’t completely sure if he wanted her too.

Although it wasn’t exactly an admission, it felt like the biggest one of them all. The implication that he was falling for her. Because that’s what it was, love, he knew it. Sure, it felt ridiculous, only having known her for such little time, but didn’t stop his cold un-beating heart from feeling that way for her. There was no logic, no understanding. It just was, and if it wasn’t love yet, he knew that it would develop into love. There was no doubt in his mind. 

Thoughts swirled in her head as she processed his words. He hadn’t exactly admitted anything to her, but that didn’t stop her heart from reacting like he had. She stared into his eyes for a moment more, before, without even realizing it, she began to lean into his touch, their faces inching closer and closer by the second. He was leaning in as well, she realized, drawn in towards each other like magnets.

He watched as her eyes fluttered closed, forcing himself to freeze as their noses brushed, his eyes clenching shut with the effort to restrain himself. “Jasper.” She whispered, warm breath fanning his lips as she tried to regulate her breathing. 

His eyes remained closed as he rested his forehead to hers, feeling the warm in her touch. Trying to find the strength to pull away. “I don’t want to hurt you.” He whispered.

“Please don’t make me beg.” She answered, voice soft and thick with emotion.

And that was it. He knew he wouldn’t have it in himself to say no, and as the words left her lips, he gave in. Gave in to the temptation and closed the gap between them as he crashed his lips to hers, trying with every ounce of his body to be gentle as he sunk into her. Her lips burned into his, feeling as if they would leave a mark that would never heal over.

The feeling was like nothing she had ever felt before. Sure she had kissed before, she had even had sex before. But this, kissing Jasper, felt like the most intimate thing she had ever been a part of. Their lips moving softly together, in sync like they had been made for each other. And maybe they had, because it sure as hell felt like that.

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Exercise Ball || Colossus x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

A/N: Hello everyone! So sorry I haven’t been updating; college is draining the life out of me! I hardly ever have free time. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy, and yes, requests are open. Warnings: Sexual content, foul language Words: 1,742 Russian Translations:  moya lyubov’ = my love Bozhe moy, ne delay etogo so mnoy = my god don’t do this to me Ya lyublyu tebya = I love you Moye serdtse, ya tozhe tebya lyublyu = my heart, I love you too malen’kaya myshka = little mouse blin eto khorosho = damn, that’s good

“Fifty-two, fifty-three, fifty- oh hey Wade.” You smiled up at the male who was leaned over you while you had your back on the exercise ball. 

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Imagine Piotr hearing you - his s/o- arguing with your best friend late one night, and hearing him be an asshole towards you. Piotr gets protective and snaps, getting out of bed to put your best friend in his place.

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Imagine being a new teacher at Xavier’s school for the gifted, and Piotr making up reasons to come see you because he wants to be near you

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The Plan

Colossus/Piotr Rasputin x Curvy/plus size/female reader

Summary: Colossus develops a crush on a woman he meets through Wade.

A/n: My first time writing for the Deadpool fandom. Hope it’s alright!

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Colossus HC’s - You’re Sad

Look, I’m sad and thinking of big metal man makes me happy. So, here’s some headcanons about how Colossus would react and help you feel better when you’re sad. Can be interpreted as platonic or romantic!

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Hi! If you down to clown, would you mind writing hcs for how the guards would react to seeing their s/o's stomach bulge while having the sexs? (Like how when someone bottoms out and they get the little bump below their belly button?) I love everything you write, and if you're not comfy writing this then don't worry about it 💜

Alec

-God this boi will be in heaven

-He is not able to keep his eyes away from it

-He will be smug about it

-Knows he is pleasuring you well

Demetri

-He will make you flustered

-Will take your hand to make you feel it

-His movements are hard and slow,so you can feel it

Felix

-He is big

-So that happens most of the time

-At first he worried about hurting you

-But your moans calm him;)

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Rough passion - Four

(Felix Volturi x reader)

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Parts: 1 2 3 4

Another part of this slowly updating series, but as I said before they all have a happy ending so it can be read without all parts being finished!

Description: Felix and you finally try.

Warnings: smut, p in v, fingering, oral (f receiving), cum, bruises and broken beds

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It had only been a few hours after you two got “married” and you were kind of worked up now, thinking about that this could possibly mean he decided to try and have sex with you. But he hadn’t said anything yet, and you weren’t sure how to bring it up. You were laying on the couch again, some movie playing in the background, but you were just playing with your fingers mindlessly.

“Felix”, you finally got your throat to start working with you, having worked up the courage over the last hour or so. “Mhm”, he hummed, his hand on your waist encouragingly squeezing a little. “Remember like a month ago?”, you were talking like an idiot, how was he supposed to know what you meant. “You have to be a little more specific than that mia cara”, he chuckled and kissed your temple with his cold lips.

“I mean…uhm…when you said we would try…and now that we’re technically married…”, you let the rest of the sentence hang in the air, but going by the smirk on your mates face, he knew what you meant. “Try what?”, he feigned innocence and hummed when you blushed. “Don’t be mean!”, you whined, averting you gaze from his fiery one.

“Sorry love, I just love to see you blush”, he smiled and pulled you a little closer, your body not being able to do anything but relent. “We will try, but before that I will need to hunt tomorrow”, he explained and took your cheek into his hand softly, pulling your still blushing face towards him. The way he smiled down at you already made you want to rub your legs together, but you kept yourself from doing it. You didn’t want to come across as that desperate.

“So tomorrow evening?”, you mumbled, his lips already closing in on yours. He just nodded before sealing your lips with a kiss.

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Felix had left early, he told you he needed to hunt a few towns over to not rouse suspicion and it would take him until it was dark to come back. He wanted to make sure he drank enough, trying to do everything to make this easier. You were actually glad for the time so you could eat breakfast in peace and then right after lunch, you started to get ready.

That included showering, shaving (really neatly too, he could probably see and feel everything and you wouldn’t feel comfortable - eventhough he probably wouldn’t care if you would’t shave as it was a relatively modern concept), brushing your teeth, light makeup, moisturizing and styling your hair and then picking out your prettiest underwear. You made sure not to use anything heavily scented as he didn’t like when he couldn’t smell you.

You were still in the bathroom, a short dress thrown over your lingerie and brushing your hair one last time, when there was gust of wind and suddenly a large presence draped its arms around you from behind. You shrieked, your brush falling into the sink with a clatter and you heartrate was through the roof. “Felix!”, you scolded him, but when he littered kisses all over your neck you were struggling to remember why you even were angry.

“Sorry my love”, he mumbled against your neck, and he could hear your heartbeat calm down a little. “You look so pretty amore mio”, he was really looking forward to trying and seeing how you dolled yourself up had him hard in seconds. He had fed more than needed, just to make sure his thirst was down as much as possible, so he could concentrate on ruling in his strength and not both his strength and his thirst.

You met his eyes in the mirror, and the next second you were on your back on the spacious canopy bed with your muscly mate on top of you. “I told you we would try, but I can’t promise you anything”, Felix looked down at you with his bright red eyes, and you should’ve felt scared with such a dangerous predator on top of you, but it only made your small panties wet. “I know, let’s just try okay?”, you smiled gently and your hands found their way behind his neck.

He nodded and his lips feverishly pressed onto yours, cold but still pleasant and when his tongue softly slipped inside your mouth, you sighed happily, the thought of finally being so close to him making you rub your legs together. Since you were already wearing so little clothes, you started unbuttoning his shirt, glad that he wasn’t wearing anything else underneath. He shook it off once it was open and purred lowly when your small hands started to roam his perfectly sculpted chest and abs.

God, he already had trouble keeping his cool when he felt your warm hands on his body. You were so much smaller than him, and on one hand it turned him on unbelievably but on the other he was scared of hurting you. So he pulled back from the kiss and took a deep unnecessary breath before taking in your slightly panting and disheveled form. You looked like an angel, and his hands seemed to have a mind of their own, wandering up your thighs and waist and pushing your dress up in the process.

You could see his pupils blowing the moment your dress was high enough to show your panties, the lingerie making the tall male speechless and you giggled a little. “Fuck”, he mumbled, completely disregarding your amusement and hastily pulling of the whole dress, throwing it whereever.

His hands were gripping the mattress next to your body so hard he could feel the fabric give in, but the lingerie you decided to wear distracted him so he didn’t really care. This bed would be broken by the end of the night anyway. “Do you like it?”, you were blushing under his intense stare, and he could have cum in his pants at the innocent look you gave him. “Do I…love, you have no idea”, he chuckled, his gaze taking on a more predatory way.

His lips were on your neck in a second, sucking and kissing all the way down to your breasts that were perfectly pushed up by your bra. “All mine, my mate”, he growled against your hot skin, his coldness a stimulating contrast and his possessive words made the slick between your legs grow. His big hand snuck behind your arched back and your bra was gone just as fast as his mouth was on your nipple. You gasped at his sudden and speedy moves, your body reacting violently to your mate claiming you.

He switched to your other nipple, your hand gripping his hair which elicited a groan from him that vibrates against your skin, a shiver running through your whole body. “I’m way more undressed than you”, you panted, he was still wearing his black dress pants and you wanted them off. He didn’t seem to hear you so you pushed at his head with a whine, and he pulled back with a growl, making you shrink a little.

But your instincts seemed to find that primal possessive behaviour hot, and when you got even wetter you could see him inhale and close his eyes in pleasure. “Mia cara you smell so good, can’t wait to bury myself in your tight little pussy”, he looked feral, and you choked on your breath at the dirty words leaving his mouth.

“Please”, was all you could whimper, and he tried to distract himself from pouncing on you by getting rid of his pants like you asked him to. He could see the small wet patch on your panties from where he was kneeling between your legs and he shuffled down so he was laying between them, his face near your pussy. “Can I?”, he was practically vibrating with the need to satisfy his mate, and he couldn’t wait to taste you.

“Yes, yes please”, you were breathless, and his patience was thin, so he ripped the skimpy panties and threw them away, his eyes curiously glancing at your shaved pussy. His fingers glided over the soft skin in wonder. “Did you shave?”, he asked, the neediness slightly dimming down in favor of his curiosity. “Yes, yes it’s a modern thing”, you were growing needy and he snapped out of it when you opened your legs further, your pussy opening up for him and he growled.

He didn’t waste a second, his lips on you before you could even be self conscious about him seeing you like this for the first time. His tongue was cold like the rest of his body, and the feeling of the icy wet muscle sliding against your most sensitive part was making you moan loudly, you were glad there weren’t any neighbors. Your reaction had him gripping your thighs and pulling you even closer to his mouth, not having the need to breathe made him feel like he could just stay between your legs forever.

He was circling your clit with his tongue, the familiar warmth building inside your belly, but never before had it felt this good and this intense - not when you had done it yourself and especially not when previous boyfriends had touched you clumsily. He started sucking on your clit making you twitch slightly and when he took one hand of your thigh and pushed his cold digits into your slick and hot pussy you were a whimpering and moaning mess.

His hand on your thigh was gripping so tightly that you were sure there was going to be a handprint tomorrow, but you didn’t dare complain, he would most certainly stop if you did. His fingers thrusted inside of you relentlessly, curling every now and then and hitting that one spongey spot inside of you and the coil inside of you was on the verge of snapping.

“F-Felix I’m going to-“, you stuttered between harsh breaths and moans and when he growled against you and when you looked down to see that tall and strong man between your legs, his eyes looking up at you completely blacked out, you were pushed over the edge, a sharp cry leaving your mouth and you were clenching around him, your release drenching his fingers.

He was helping you through your high, completely feral and focused on your taste on his tongue, surprisingly the thirst wasn’t bothering him at all, but it was getting harder and harder to rule in his strength. When you were twitching around his fingers, your tight pussy still squeezing him, you whined from the overstimulation and pushed at his head, making him finally pull his fingers out and sit back on his knees.

The sight of his muscles moving underneath his porcelain skin while he was licking his fingers clean, got you all worked up again. What did you do right to have this perfect man about to fuck you. “Please babe, need you”, you were still panting slightly, but some primal instinct was begging to be filled by him and you couldn’t wait anymore.

His eyes widened at your words, his underwear gone in half a second and your eyes were widening slightly at his cock. He was caging you in with his arms and the veiny long dick was rubbing his precum on your lower stomach, it was cold too and the feeling was weirdly erotic. You anticipated him being big, but now that you saw him you were a little worried about it fitting.

Your hands reached out to touch him, but you heard fabric tearing were his hand was gripping the pillow tightly and his other hand shot out to stop yours. He took a deep breath, his eyes almost black now. “If you touch me now, I won’t be able to be gentle mia cara”, his jaw was flexing and he realeased the tight grip he had on your wrist, surely that would be another bruise. Somehow the idea of his marks all over your body made you clench around nothing.

You just nodded in response to his previous statement and instead cupped his cheek gently, pulling him down to kiss him slowly, hoping to calm him down a little. Felix appreciated the kiss, he knew he needed to take a moment before attempting to fuck you, his instincts were on the verge of taking over, the need to fill up his mate nearly forcing him to mount you right away.

When you needed to breathe he pulled back, his eyes softer now, and he pressed his forehead to yours. “You ready?”, he kissed your nose and you had to smile, your hands gripping his large biceps and holding on. “Yeah”, you confirmed and then you felt the head of his cock slipping between your folds, one of his hands gripping your thigh and pulling it up around his waist, the other leg following automatically.

When his dick caught your still sensitive clit your breath hitched, but the he slipped the head inside of you, and his coldness almost immediately soothes the slight sting his size caused in your virgin pussy. That was convenient, you thought in the back of your mind. Both your and his eyes were screwed shut, just taking in the feeling of him slipping deeper inside of you, splitting you open. When his heavy balls finally rested against your ass and he bottomed out, you realeased a breath you didn’t know you were holding. God, this felt so so good.

Felix on the other hand felt like he was going insane, your pussy was so hot around him, sucking him in and squeezing him like a vice. He gripped the headboard, but his hand went right through and it landed on the stone wall behind the bed instead, wood and a bit of stone tumbling to the floor. You gasped, your eyes opening and taking in the vampire on top and inside of you.

You pulled his head down into your neck, and held it there, stroking his hair softly to ground him. “Sorry”, he mumbled against your jaw, his lips brushing against it, making you clench around him. He groaned and you winced. “Sorry”, you repeated him, the irony not lost on both of you and you chuckled.

He braced himself on top of you again after a few more moments, basically mounting you more securely, and you laced your hands behind his neck. His first thrust was tentatively, but your breathless whimper seemed to encourage him, and so he picked up his pace, thrusting into you fast (for your standards - slow for his).

Felix couldn’t believe he went without this perfect pussy for over two millennia, he couldn’t even imagine living without you again, the thought alone making his hips snap harder into you, a gasp leaving your mouth when he brushed your cervix. “Fuck, you’re mine, aren’t you love?”, he growled above you and you nodded desperately. “Say it!”, he barked, lost in his pleasure, and you whimpered quietly.

“I’m yours, I’m yours!”, you sobbed, he adjusted his position and your eyes almost rolled back when he slipped even deeper inside of you, his head catching onto that one spot with every thrust. And damn his thrusts were fast, you were so going to be limping tomorrow.

He was losing it, he could feel you approach your high and he was close to, his control slipping with every thrust. He grabbed onto the post of the bed to ground himself in the moment, but he couldn’t rule in his strength in that movement and the wood splintered, the pole tumbling down to the floor with a loud crash but he didn’t even acknowledge it, his hand just gripping the mattress instead that immediately ripped.

You were too lost in your pleasure to really realize the bed slowly falling to your mates mercy, his body shielding your from any debris. You were so close, his balls slapping against your ass with every thrust, drenched in a mix of your slick and his precum. Felix sensed you needed a little push to cum, and his hand snuck between you, circling your clit roughly, his cock relentlessly abusing your cunt. “Cum for me amore mio, cum for your mate”, he growled, a desperate moan leaving your mouth and after few more thrusts you reached your high, clenching around him and cumming with a sob.

The feeling of you convulsing around him so violently, sucking him in desperately made him snap too, a few more harsh thrusts and he buried himself as deep as you would take him, his balls tightening and his cum spilling deep inside of you. Neither of you noticed the bed giving in underneath you from his harsh thrusts, the mattresses right corner now on the floor.

You were still riding out your high and his cold seed flooding your pussy prolonged it significantly. You were surprised he could spill into you at all, but it felt too good to be claimed by this strong man to question anything.

When you two finally stilled, you were panting and your face felt incredibly flushed, but the vampire on top of you buried his face in your neck and was still. He obviously wasn’t out of breath. Your breath evened out after a minute and your hands started stroking his hair softly, making him basically purr. “Did I hurt you?”, he mumbled and you rolled your eyes with a smile. “No, No you didn’t”, you said with a satisfied smile on your lips.

“I love you”, his deep voice against your neck made you clench around him once more, another groan leaving his lips at that. “I love you”, you whispered and sighed contently.

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You had fallen asleep almost instantly from the exhaustion, only barely noticing Felix pulling out and cleaning you up. The fireplace had already been burning low then, so neither of you saw the extent of the bruises that started to cover your body. But damn we’re you glad Felix seemed to be outside when you woke up, because when you sat up, the sheet falling off of you, there were fingertipshaped bruises on your arms. And you knew if he had seen them, he would have felt so guilty and probably horrified he ‘hurt’ you.

So you rushed into the bathroom (and almost fell because of your wobbly legs) with the sheet wrapped around you and new clothes in hand before he could see anything. You took a shower before throwing on your clothes, the cardigan covering your arms and your pants covering the bruises on your legs and waist. This should work, at least if he didn’t want to fuck you again, then you’d have to turn of the light and pray his enhanced sight didn’t pick it up.

You two had been spending your day in the snow outside and curled up infront of the fireplace, but it was getting late and as you were yawning for the tenth time already, Felix chuckled and picked you up. “Let’s get you to bed”, he smirked and you didn’t complain, you were half asleep in his arms, an agreeing hum leaving your lips.

The bedroom was dark and he sat you down on the edge of the now fixed up bed, speeding to the dresser and back and handing you your pajamas. Your brain was running on low energy, so you’d blame what happened next on that. You stood up yawning, pulling your cardigan and shirt off, and your pants and socks came off next. You were about to unclasp your bra to put the pajama top on, when you felt the atmosphere shift so violently that you were shaken out of your half sleep.

When your eyes were fully open, they immediately zoned in on the bruises on your skin and then snapped up to the terrified look on your mates face. Shit, if you could see them, he could see them even clearer. “Felix”, you reached out for him, trying to comfort him but he pulled back quickly, his body rigid and frozen.

“I am so sorry (Y/N)”, he whispered and you almost didn’t hear him, but the heartbroken look on his face made you panic. This was bad. “Don’t be, please its not that bad!”, you tried to diffuse the situation, but he scoffed angrily. “Not that bad? Not that bad! There are bruises all over your body, god I should’ve never even tried to-“, he was rambling furiously and his muscles were flexing underneath his shirt.

“Felix please”, you tried again, quickly pulling your pajamas on before stepping towards him. “-even attempted this, I knew I’m too strong, I can’t believe I hurt you I-“, he didn’t even listen to you and you decided to take more drastic measures. “FELIX!”, you shouted, your loud voice breaking through his guilt and anger and he shut up immediately. Never before had you raised your voice in his presence, you were always the calm and gentle center in his world.

“Sit”, you basically ordered and sat down on the mattress yourself. You were kind of surprised that the giant and agitated vampire actually did what you told him to, but you guessed it was the shock. He sat next to you, careful to keep some distance between you two. You had none of that, taking his cold hands into yours and scooting closer, a serious look on your face.

“I want you to listen to me carefully okay?”, you were talking softly, trying to catch his eyes but he was looking at your hands instead, so you sighed quietly. “Felix, these are only a few bruises, even sex between humans results in bruises if they’re rough. You trust me don’t you?”, you asked, and finally he met your eyes, his red ones still full of guilt, but at least he had calmed down. “Of course”, he answered right away, making you smile hopefully.

“Then trust me to tell you if you hurt me”, you told him, “because you didn’t hurt me yesterday. Okay? You didn’t, everything was perfect.” He took an unnecessary deep breath, and nodded, making a smile light up your face. Crisis averted. “Also”, you giggled a little and his eyebrow quirked up in curiosity, you scooched closer to him and whispered, “I think it’s kind of hot to have your marks all over me.”

Felix couldn’t help but let out a shocked laugh, his little innocent mate having such dirty and possessive thoughts made him feel better about the situation immediately. “Let’s get you to bed mia cara”, he smirked and pulled you into his arms.

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A.V- Summer crush

Summary: You and Alec found each other during your summer in Italy were he realized you were mates. When you sadly need to leave him to go back home to your father and sister, Bella. But once the Cullen find out about you and Alec they cast you out. 

Request: yes/no Anon: One shot were the reader is Bellas sister and Alec Volturis mate and once the Cullens and Bella find out the Cullens distance themselves from the reader and Edward tries to drive the reader away so she runs away only to be found by Demetri while he was on a mission in the area she ran to and brings her back to Alec where she begs him to let her stay.

warnings: swearing, mention of depression

wordcount: 1880

MASTERLIST

You lay on the little loveseat right in front of the windows in Alec’s room. Both of you are cuddling up against each other while looking at the stars outside of the window. The sound of your steady heartbeat and slow breathing sends waves of comfort crashing over him. With you, it was almost as if he could sleep. The warmth of your skin radiating against him, warming his skin up. His mind got fuzzy. He knew what it meant. He knew Marcus could see the red string that connected his soul to yours. Even he could faintly see it. You didn’t know what any of it meant. You thought it was just love at first sight. You met him during your exchange in Italy you did for school. You met him on the second day here, immediately falling for him and his goofy smile. You spent almost all your time with him. “ I have to leave tomorrow,” you whisper. He nods, nestling his head closer against your neck. Your scent was mouthwatering to him. “ I know. ” he croaks out. Tears suddenly start to sting in your eyes. The realization of leaving him suddenly hits you. You won’t be in beautiful and warm Italy anymore with Alec. You’ll be in cold and rainy Forks, without him. “ I don’t wanna leave you,” you say as the tears come crashing down.  

Alec quickly sits a bit more upright, pulling slightly from him to look into your eyes. He wipes away the tears running down your cheeks as he tries to calm you. “ Hey, hey, don’t cry. Please don’t cry. You can come to visit again soon. Fall break. You can come during fall! ” he tries. He knows that you leaving won’t be easy. Not for either of you. Being away from his mate will feel like torture to him, he knows that. You nod, trying to stop the sobs and hiccups wracking through your body. “ You can see Volterra in fall, it’s beautiful. We’ll make it work. ”. You nod. “ We’ll make it work. ”.

“ You’re back! ” Bella exclaims as she runs over to you, engulfing you in a hug. You cling into her, breathing her in. Forest, mud and strawberries. Tears prick up in your eyes again. You nearly forgot how much you missed your sister. “ I missed you so much, Bells. ”. She nods, still not letting go of you. Footstep starts to get closer to you two.

“ They’re back. ” Emmett states. You let Bella go out of your grip as you look at the tall man. The other Cullens have followed him. Everyone has a smile on their face except for Jasper which was usual. You run over to Emmett and hug him as well. You and Emmett have become close friends, and surprisingly, also with Rosalie. You try to hug Edward as well but he just pushes you away from him slightly, giving you a disgusted look. What’s wrong with him? You shake it off as him just being him. You never know what going on with vampires. “ Did you see dad yet? ” Bella asks.

You shake your head. “ Nope came here straight from the airport. ”. She gives you a playful slap against your arm as she grabs your phone out of her pocket. “ Come on! He must be worried sick. ”. Before she could ring her father Edward grabs the phone out of her hands. “ Don’t,” he says. You look over at the rest of the Cullens, trying to find an explanation. You find it when you look at Alice. Her eyes are wide and she’s clinging onto Jasper’s arm for dear life. They know. Of course, they know how the fuck could you keep a secret from someone who sees the future and a mindreader.

“ They’re dating Alec. ” Edward says. No warning. No softening the blow. He just brings the news as it is. The room goes dead silent. The Cullens are at a loss for words. You, sweet little human Y/n, is dating a human blood-drinking vampire with a terrifying gift. Emmett takes a step away from you, dragging Rosalie with him. Carlisle warm eyes are suddenly filled with disgust. Bella steps back from you as well. Nausea fills your stomach. It suddenly feels like your infected with some disease, none of them wants to get close to you. “ Bella- ’ you start.

” Don’t! “ she yells. All the love in her voice is replaced by hate. ” You’re dating that monster? “. That statement hurts. You know he isn’t a monster. ” He’s not. Look, it’s just-“. Bella throws her hands in the air, effectively cutting you off. ” Break up with him. “. Shock fills every cell in your body. Break up with Alec? The one person who seems to have lifted your mood? The person who made you feel like you were walking on clouds? Never.

” They can’t. “ Alice says. Carlisle looks over at her with a pleading look. She nods. A sight leaves his lips. ” They’re mates. “. The world crashes around you. In second Edward has picked you up and put you outside of the house, luggage included. The Cullens stand away from you, on the little porch in front of their door. Bella and Edward follow soonly after, joining them. ” I’m sorry Y/n. But you have to stay away. “ Edward says. Esmee but a hand on his shoulder which he shakes off. ” Edward. Don’t be dramatic. “.

” I’m not! That monster will kill them. I don’t want to have anything to do with that. It’s disgusting. “. Disgusting. You loving Alec is disgusting. You shake your head, letting the tears that were building up to fall freely. You take a step towards him. ” No, you know what’s disgusting? You almost got my sister killed five times. Five. Fucking. Times. You left her without a word when she needed you. You fucking disgust me, Edward Cullen. “ you spit out the words. You need to get it off your chest. You hated him the moment he came into Bella’s life. Toying with her emotions. Leading her on and then leaving for months. You didn’t like it one bit. You grab your bags off the ground, not caring about the mud that now covers the underside of them. ” I’ll hitchhike my way home,“ you say before walking off, away from the Cullen.

It was awkward. It was awkward and painful and you hated every second of it. Edward forbid Bella from talking to you. She moved in with the Cullens. The only ones still talking to you were Emmett and Rosalie. That was until Edward forced them to stop talking to you as well. They were your friends. The people you trusted your life with. Now, you were alone. You didn’t bother making new friends. You just kept going trough the slur of life. Falling in the same depression that Bella got into when Edward left her. Your thoughts are consumed by Alec. Thinking back on memories, replaying scenes. You wanted to call him, so bad. Beg him to take you to Italy. But you couldn’t do that to your dad. He didn’t deserve to have you disappear.

You sat in biology, staring down at the notebook in front of you. None of the words made sense. The letters blending with each other, forming words in a language you couldn’t understand. Seconds started ticking away as slow as hours. Your eyes are red and burning. You couldn’t cry anymore. No, you had already shed more tears than most would in their life. The ringing of the bell feels like sweet freedom. Finally being able to go home. Away from the Cullens, away from school and people. You stuff your books into your bag hazard and quickly run out of the classroom. The hallway is still quiet, only a couple of students in them. You rush past them, almost running toward the doors. The moment you step outside the cold air stings against your skin. You look over at where your car is parked. Bella’s old car, since the Cullens gave her a new one. A man was standing next to it. Dark coat adorning his body. Demitri. You run towards him. A smile is plastered on his face as he holds his arms open for you. You pull him towards you in a hug. Tears start to come up again. Two months passed since you last saw him. ” What are you doing here? “ your voice sounds muffled against his coat.

” Just checking up in you. “. You missed his accent so much. ” Are you crying? “. You nod your head. There is no hiding anything with vampires, you learned that. He pulls away from you, placing either hand on your cheeks. ” What happened? “. You shake your head. A sob wrecking through your body stops you from talking. Demitri understand. He guides you into the passenger’s seat of your car as he gets in the driver seat himself before he drives off. Just seeing him reminded you how much you missed Alec. How badly you felt here. You wanted to go back to Volterra. You need to go back. Demitri only stops the car when he found a quiet forest road.  He rubs circles with his thumb against your arm to try and calm you down. ” What’s got you feeling like this? “.

” The Cullens. “ you start. You can feel him stiffen. There was no denying that the Volturi hated the Cullens. ” They f-found out about Alec. They…They casted me out. “ you cry out. More sobs break from your throat. Demitri pulls you into a hug. He tries his best to comfort you. but after all these years of immortality, he forgot how it. ” Take me with you! ’ you say in between sobs. “ Take me to Alec. Please. I don’t want to be here anymore. ’. He nods, still shushing your and softly rocking you from side to side. ” I will. “.

The cool air in the castle nips at your skin, yet you don’t seem to mind it. The familiar scent of stone, dust and rosemary flows through the building. The guards passing by you all sent you a smile. You brought light into the castle. You made one of the witch twins happy. You made the favourite four of the kings feel normal. They were happy to have you back. Demitri stops right before Alec’s door. He doesn’t need to knock, Alec sensed you the second you stood before his room. The door flies open and in a second, Alec has engulfed you in a hug.  ” You’re back,“ he whispers into your hair. He takes you in. You’re here. This isn’t a delusion or a daydream. You’re here in flesh and bone. You happily hug him. ” I’m back. And I won’t be going away. “.

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I have been obsessed with your little headcanon on Felix being a father! I couldn’t find anywhere on your blog saying that you didn’t have your requests open, but if not just feel free to delete this. But would you be okay writing like a blurb or one shot on Felix’s human mate already having a child from a previous relationship and how they’d both handle it? Because it would be so darn cute. Please and thank you!

Happily Ever After // Felix x Mother! Reader.

A/N: I have had a long day and needed this very much, so I don’t care if requests are not open, I’m writing it anyway. This...turned out to be a little longer that I had meant it to be. But I really, really needed this, okay?

Pairing: Felix x Reader (female).

He had never expected this kind of happiness.

In fact, long ago, he’d given up on the idea of it. No one had told him, before he was turned, that becoming a vampire meant forgoing any chance of having a family of his own making (as far as anyone had known then). But it had mattered very little to him once he’d learned of it, seeming like a worthy enough trade. Felix had gone from a slave, fighting and killing for the entertainment of the powerful to being just that:

Powerful.

And yet...his unbeating heart had ached a little, just a little. He’d never have a family and he’d never be a father, would he? But he forgot about it all quickly, finding a mismatched family within the Volturi and remaining perfectly happy for many a century.

But it still ached.

Every so often, his heart sang out at the sight of a small family; a father playing with his children, a mother holding her babe to her chest.

And he had ached once more as he heard it, the soft laughter a baby echoing in the night. He had only just returned home from a mission, walking through the dark streets alone when he had heard it. Laughter. And a woman’s delighted voice as she fussed over the little thing. As he looked over his shoulder, Felix caught sight of a stranger. Your accent told him that you were not from here, new to Volterra. He noticed that your clothes were a bit shabby, bought secondhand and repaired if needed, a bruise upon your wrist catching his attention. And perhaps he had started a little too long, as the baby in your arms took notice of him and smiled, a small greeting spoken from the little thing.

“Charlie!” you’d sweetly chided as you smiled at your son.

And you’d smiled at Felix as well, just before you turned the corner and vanished out of view. It had been a shockingly lovely smile, stealing his heart in an instant.

His heart ached at the loss of you and it did not stop...not until he found you again.

~

Felix had seen you once more, stumbling upon you both by accident in the garden. Though he had thought about you both often, not knowing why, he had not purposely sought you out. What right, he had wondered, did a monster like him have to a beauty like you? But he had found you anyway, fate leading the way. It was a quiet little corner of Volterra, nowhere near not as grand as the other places it might brag about. Small, crumbling houses and crooked streets, the sort of place that never appeared in the vacation pamphlets. There was nothing to play on, just a few skinny trees and a wrought iron bench, a little patch of grass and wildflowers scattered here and there. He had been walking the cobblestone paths alone, taking to the less traveled path, when he heard it.

A baby’s cry..and a lullaby!

His heart had pulled him closer, taking Felix to that tiny garden. And there he had found you, sitting upon an old quilt you’d laid beneath the tree as you soothed and sang to the baby. And you had not noticed him right away, Charlie seeing him first.

At the sigh of the giant, the baby smiled and spoke again, his small voice sounding like a tiny, tinkling bell.

“Hi.”

You looked up in surprise, a flicker of fear in your eyes. He thought of the faded bruises he’d seen (and took notice of others exposed by your dress) and made a point to look less alarming, though he did not know why. Something within him, some still-beating and aching little thing, did not wish to frighten you, no, never.

“Hello,” Felix greeted the baby.

And it was then that you smiled, the sight of it so sweet to him.

~

After that, he made a point to visit you and your son.

It was, he tried to claim, simple kindness. You were a stranger here and struggling alone, especially with a child to care for. There was no father that he knew of. And so Felix would visit you in the little apartment you’d barely managed to rent. It was a lovely place, as shabby as it seemed, the walls painted colors of your favor. And you’d filled it with books and music and little toys scattered about...and him.

There quickly became a place for Felix, a third chair appearing with two others (it was a mismatched set but he did not care at all).

He would help you to settle into Volterra, planting flowers in the garden outside of your home (it was Charlie’s favorite place on earth, that sunny patch of land) and showing you everything. The library, the historical sights, all of it.

“Felix!”

You did not speak his name, no, upon your lips his name became something of a song. And the sound of it brought him to you at once, never realizing the command you had over him. There, in the kitchen, you held your son and chattered happily, Charlie reaching out to Felix. In truth, he was unsure of what to make of the child.

Felix knew what he thought of you, that had been simple enough. Love. He was falling in love with you.

But the baby was a complication, something he’d never expected. Things like him were not supposed to be fathers, were they? The sky was downcast that day, soon it would rain. So there would be no trips to the park or the library or any of it. Charlie already so fussy about it. But still he reached out to Felix, who found himself picking up the little thing and teasing him in Italian. The sound of his deep, richly dark voice had Charlie bursting into a smile...your smile! How had he never noticed that before?

And it was then that everything else became simple again.

He loved Charlie too, as though the boy had always been his own. And he was, after that, Felix had become a father despite everything.

~

Charlie had quickly grown, walking on his own and speaking a handful of things, both in your own tongue and in Italian, having picked it up from Felix. It was almost shocking to Felix, how quickly everything had changed, but what had been more shocking was how much he’d grown to love all of it.

And Felix had changed as well, though he did not notice it himself.

It had been the others, Demetri and Heidi, that had first seen the changes. Constantly smiling and laughing, vanishing for long periods of time and reappearing just as suddenly, always with a carefully thought up excuse. Demetri had never been one to be left out of a bit of fun...and that was no point in hiding from a tracker! So he had hunted Felix, one cloudy day, and found him there in the garden. A woman leaned against him, looking at Felix as though he were the sun and stars. And a baby played upon his lap, giggling and babbling away. So confused by the sight of it all, he had not even realized he’d been caught until his old friend called out to him.

“Demetri?”

Felix had beckoned him closer and, having wanted so much to tell someone of his happiness, introduced Demetri at once.

“This is my Y/N and this,” Felix had grinned. “is Charlie.”

That night, as they walked home slowly, and Felix told him everything of you, the woman and baby he had come to love so dearly. It was then that he had known that he could no longer keep the truth of it from you any longer. Already you had taken notice of his strangeness, asking questions that he could not answer.

But he wanted to.

For so long, he had wanted to tell you the truth. And he would, very soon. But until then, Demetri continued to visit you along with Felix, he spoiled your son until Charlie thought the world of Deme (that was all he could manage to make of his name, forever known as Uncle Deme to him). And Heidi quickly followed, finding a true friend within you.

It had been perfect.

So perfect that Felix had feared telling you the truth would bring ruin to it all. But he could not lie anymore, forced to admit everything even as he feared what it would bring.

~

He had taken you out of Volterra.

It had not been hard to convince you to go away with him, Heidi happy to watch Charlie for a while. There was an island off the coast and a little house upon it, he’d owned it for years. And it was there, upon that island, Felix had revealed himself to you. In the light of the sun, he had stood before you, shining as he confessed to the story of a boy, a slave, a warrior...a monster.

Vampire.

All of his fears had come back to him then, the bitter taste of rejection so close...but rather then run, you had reached out to him.

You had kissed him, pulling Felix into your arms and embracing him.

Fear died within that kiss, something sweeter born within its remains. Hope. Happiness. And yet there was sorrow there as you confessed your own story of a cruel man and his sweet wife, a woman who had suffered in silence...until she learned that she was pregnant and made an escape. She’d had her baby and had been happy until he’d found then again, forcing her to flee even farther.

“You’re not a monster, Felix. Arthur is.”

That night was the first night you spent together.

There, tangled in the sheets, Felix whispered his vows into your lips as you moaned beneath him, cries of pleasure so sweet they might have been a song. And you whispered your own in return, a promise made of love and venom.

~

You had always been beautiful to him.

Always.

But Felix had surprised himself by falling even more in love with you as you’d awoken after your transformation, cold and lifeless and loving, so loving! For a little longer you remained there together and you made plans for your happily ever after. You would leave behind the apartment and come to live with Felix in the castle, rooms already prepared for you. Charlie, you agreed, could not know, not yet. He’d be told the truth once he was old enough to be turned.

And until then..

“We’ll be so happy!” Felix declared. “And we will do nothing but love and be loved, darling, what else would be ever want?”

How had it been possible for him to be so happy?

Felix watched in wonder as you glittered for him, naked in the light of the sun. Red eyes bloomed like roses as you smiled, his name the sweetest symphony upon your lips as you called out to him. And he went to you at once, kissing you once more. Everything came true within that kiss, happiness and hope and love...you.

It had always been you.

He had waited for you for so long and finally, after all of it, you had come to him. It was worth the wait, Felix decided as he kissed you again and again and again.

There would be one stop before you returned home together.

Just one thing left to do. It had been Demetri that had found the creature for you, still in the home you had once called your prison. Felix had waited for him in the dark, the creature stunned to see him. But he had been terrified of you, eyes like roses and a smile of the sweetest thorns as you appeared before him.

“I’m home!”

Together you put an end to the man you’d once called your husband, though you never fed from him. That had surprised Felix, he had thought the scent of blood would tempt you even then. But the anger and hatred had been too much, you’d later confess, and it had not been about feeding. It had been about killing, returning the hurt he had given to you for so, so long. It had been the most beautiful revenge! And he had been so happy to be the man you shared it with, the both of you bloodied and delighted in one another’s sweet brutality.

By morning, you’d returned to Volterra, dressed in white as you walked alongside him.

An arm wrapped around you protectively, the black velvet of his cloak warm and safe. Charlie had already been awake and waiting for you, laughing in delight as he called out to his mother and father. And so adored with his wife and child, Felix held you both protectively.

No one, he swore, would ever hurt you again.

~

“Babbo!”

Felix laughed as his son ran into his arms, swooping him up effortlessly. Charlie had grown so much and yet was still so small, something he had been grateful for. He’d be man soon enough, let him be a boy for now!

The night grew late, stars sparkling over the earth.

As you gathered the stuffed animals he adored (Mister Fox, Wrinkles the Camel, the little trio of bears, Mooney the Wolf, a little bat named Deme II, his most beloved), Felix prepared Charlie for bed. Together you would tell him stories and kiss him sweetly, watching over the boy as he slowly, slowly fell asleep.

“Night, Mama. Night night, Babbo...”

“Goodnight, sweet boy,” Felix had whispered.

And you left him to dream, hand in hand as the door closed softly.

“I’m going to miss this,” Felix confessed. “One day, he won’t want bedtime stories and bears and wolves, he’ll be grown! And it won’t be long after that...”

He did not finish the thought.

But you both had smiled about it, dreaming a little dream. There were still little pieces of your former life, mismatched chairs around a little table and an old quilt tucked over the slumbering boy. Little things here and there. But so much had changed too, no longer wearing shabby things and hiding in the dark from monsters. You glittered now and smiled often, the sun of his sky. It was almost complete, he realized, all of the bits of his happy ending together. And as much as he would miss this, he could not wait to see what all of it would be one day.

“It’s not too much, is it?” you asked your husband. “All of this...I know it isn’t what you had expected.”

“Never!” Felix had promised. “I’ve waited a millennia for the both of you to find me, darling. And now that I have everything, I’ve found that it is far better then everything I expected it to be. Too much! I have eternity with you and it does not seem to be nearly enough.”

At that you smiled for him, singing his name once again as you pulled him into a kiss.

That kiss, the ones that had came before it and all of the ones that followed after, had all been the same sort of glorious thing:

True love’s kiss.

And this was his happily ever after.

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Note/s: I have taken elements of Supernatural (2015) to create Readers! origins. Italian translations generated by DeepL, so feel free to correct me if I’m wrong.  Pairings: Alec Volturi x Nephlim!Reader, Female!Reader  Genre: Romance Summary: Though there is nothing funny about meeting your destined mate on the opposite side of the battlefield, you had to admit the irony of him having cherub-like qualities when you were the half-Angel was pretty laughable.

Divine Beings 

A year ago Heaven fell into chaos; the Archangels battled, the Battalion scattered. And you had landed on Pacific Northwest soil in pursuit of what was decidedly the new last seal. 

The thing about being a Nephlim–more powerful than the other Angels but still beneath the Archangels–meant that, for all the power you held, you couldn’t exactly pinpoint where your Father had disposed of the relic. 

All you could tell was that it was somewhere in Forks, Washington. The rest, you wrangled from the man himself. 

In a moment of panic, the youngest Archangel transferred the magic into a mere stone before he fled. A stone he’d supposedly chucked down to the Earth with only a “faint hum of magic” to differentiate itself from all the other stones that littered the wilderness surrounding the town. 

If your Father was known for his mischievousness and tricks, it did not feel like it.

Not when you had to drudge through a thick blanket of snow as you followed a literal whisper of a hum, and certainly not as you stumbled into an open field where, wide-eyed and panicked, a young woman had slashed her wrist open with the exact stone you’d been looking for. 

If the magic seeping into her bloodstream wasn’t an indication that your Father’s plan had already failed (effectively making her the new new last seal),  you wanted to laugh hysterically as Shapeshifter and Vampire turned towards you, teeth bared. 

Real funny Dad, you thought. 

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The young woman was named Bella. 

And she held the seal within her blood for only a couple months before it passed on naturally to her daughter, Renesmee. 

Between those months, after you’d proven yourself not to be a threat to the Olympic clan and La Push Pack, you couldn’t deny the young woman and her family had endeared themselves to you.

After only ever seeing war amongst your own people, to see Vampiric creatures defy their very nature to live peacefully amongst humans was a beautiful thing. 

And now knowing Renesmee’s birth and Bella’s death meant the seal had been passed on and not broken, you’d officially settled in the comely town and accepted your new life as Aunt [Y/N]–Renesmee’s guardian (half) Angel.

Literally.

For the most part, there wasn’t much you needed to do when the little girl was already so fiercely protected by her family and the Pack. But as Renesmee was Bella’s daughter, this easiness didn’t last long when she’d been dangerously misidentified as an immortal child…

Across the long field, a blur of red and black assembled into one unified front as the red coats arrived to pass judgement.  

Law enforcers, Edward had cautioned. 

Murderers, had hissed the Russians. 

The Volturi, you’d come to know. 

At the arrival of the infamous group, a sudden and pleasant hum reverberated through your being and a warmth unlike any other licked at the bottom of your spine. 

(Near the front, Edward stared ahead, shocked).

It was, admittedly, an odd feeling considering the threat the red coats possessed but now that they were fully assembled, the hum you felt had grown louder and more insistent.

Intrigued, your eyes flitted between each member as your curiosity morphed into anticipation. 

Of course, it wasn’t until you passed a petite blonde and met the gaze of the dark-haired male next to her that three things happened in succession:

The hum you’d felt earlier reached a crescendo as it burst from your body, the boy dropped to his knees with a sharp breath and the discussion between Carlisle and the First Volturi King halted as–

“–Sei un sogno che prende vita,” said the boy, unaffected by the shocked silence that blanketed the field in the wake of your power. 

“Un sogno che ho aspettato.”

When his stare was the most searing of them all, you wondered for a fleeting moment if was his own realisation about the bond between you that prevented him from turning back to his battalion, his sister and to his Kings or your heavenly essence that so clearly ensnared everyone else. 

(When his people fell out of their stupor and the Third King held a hand to the First, still, the boy did not notice and you did not care).

Eyes drifting back to him with his cherub-like beauty and explicit reverence, you were more focused on committing each line of his face to memory as you offered him a small, shy, smile. 

“Mi dispiace di avervi fatto aspettare,” you greeted in turn before you cleared your throat. In the corner of your eye, you’d caught a glimpse of bronze curls and wide eyes. Renesmee. 

“Continuiamo quando questo è finito?” 

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Alec: 1. You are a dream come to life; 2. A dream I have waited for  You: 1. I’m sorry to have kept you waiting; 2. Shall we continue when this is done?

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A.V- No more secrets

Summary: You and Alec are keeping your relationship a secret for the Cullens until he shows up unexpectantly at their house.

Reqeust: YES/no Anon: Can you write an Alec Volturi were his mate is Bellas’s sister and after New Moon, he visits her privately and then when the Cullens find out they find out and try to scare her Bout Alec but she reveals they already had sex so she isn’t scared of him.

Warnings: cursing

Wordcount: 1332

In books, having a secret relationship sounds fun. Sneaking around others and keeping a secret sounds as it would make for a mysterious relationship. The books were lying, however. All you wanted to do is not second guess every touch and glare you shared with Alec. To walk hand-in-hand through the streets and cuddle up to him. But having a vampire as a boyfriend that is in, what can be compared to the vampire government, makes a normal relationship impossible. So you settle for the short moments that you can spend with him. They’re better than nothing.

Two hands pull you aside as you walk through the halls of Volterra’s castle. You got ahead of your sisters as she went on to look for Edward outside. She suggested that you searched inside the castle and you happily complied. The burning Italian sun felt like it was melting your skin and the cold climate in the castle would soothe your aching skin. The arms connected to the hands wrap around your waist. You immediately recognize who they belong to when you hear their owner laugh. You spin around to face the person. Alec. A smile is plastered on his face as he runs his hands up and down your body in a calming way. “What are you doing here?” he asks in a hushed voice. He looks around you two, trying to spot any other guards. The tension in his shoulders drops when he realizes you’re alone. You wrap your arms around him and pull him in for a hug.

“Edward is up to something dumb again,” you sigh. A laugh rumbles through Alec’s chest. The sound sends warm waves through your stomach. You’ve always loved his laugh. “So Bella and I are here to save the day, like always.”. Alec pulls away from the hug. He lays on hand on your cheek and you lean into his palm. His cold skin feels like heaven against your hot cheeks.

“And here I was thinking that you might have missed me,” he says. You shake your head. You two stand there in silence for a bit, taking each other in. It has been weeks since you have last seen each other. You look up when you hear two voices talking down the hall. “Your sister and Edward,” Alec says. The disgust in his voice is clear as he says their names but you pay it no mind. You pull yourself out of his grasp.

“I have to help them,” you say. Alec looks at you with puppy dog eyes. You place both of your hands on his cheeks and pull him in for a quick kiss. “I’ll take the plane home tomorrow, so we’ll have all night. Don’t you worry.”. Alec nods as he grabs one of your hands and places a kiss on top of it. You walk away from him and sent him a quick wink before walking over to your sister and Edward.

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Summary - Penelope Bishop works at a florist shop in Gotham, barely getting by in the corrupted city. Her life is shrouded by therapy and judgement with little light to find her way with. However, when a certain painted face starts making himself known to her, things take a turn.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine (in progress)