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Liar Liar Pants on Fire

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An Irish Coven Imagine

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It burned. The icy wind burned her skin. A sensation she only thought was possible through fire, she should know. It was her favorite kind of pain. Her already weak muscles aches to lift her hands up to her face. Her warm breathe offering no comfort to her stiff fingers. She could barely lift her legs as she trudged through the harsh winter snow.

The only fire the fueled any movement was spite. The young girl would live, no matter how little her family may have cared otherwise. But as her eyes welled with tears from the harsh wind, she realized even that fire was dimming. She knew she could never lie to herself, as delusional as she wished she could be. How could she help anyone, her grandparents could barely tolerate her, and she could barely help herself let alone take care of two elderly people. Hate filled every cell in her body. Hatred for her siblings, that received endless love, hatred for her parents that could just abandon her without a second thought, hatred for herself for not being able to keep silent when sensing even the smallest fib. Hate, and despair. She did not choose this curse. The more the young girl thought about it she wondered if it was not hate but despair that covered her, despair for a family that would never accept, never love her. Not really.

The tears that stung her face were no longer due to the chill around her but from the acceptance that she would never know the hope her siblings shined with as they left for America. Siblings that were glad to be rid of her. That encouraged her to “stay behind.” They couldn’t even leave a crumb for her to take for the journey she would take to make it to her grandparents home. She couldn’t handle it anymore, it was too much. She cried as her legs gave out. Her knees scraped were all but unnoticeable to her. Her arms tried to crawl forward but as she looked ahead of her with no shelter in sight, she knew once again she couldn’t fool herself. She wouldn’t make it. Her arms were even weaker than her legs had been, and were staring to even support half her weight. She shuffled to the side of the road and brought her legs into her chest, desperate to maintain whatever warmth her body could offer. Her eyes began fluttering shut as she welcomed a sleep where she would no longer have to worry, not about her family, or the cold, or the gnawing of her stomach. A woman approached her, voices fainting in and out of earshot.

Wake up child.

We should go.

We can’t leave her like this.

We would be prolonging her suffering, it would be cruel…

So would leaving her here, look at her she’s starving. She looks as if she hasn’t had a decent meal in weeks!

You’re not suggesting…?

Well I certainly wasn’t asking

The small child hadn’t heard this much concern from anyone. Their voices were not quite right… ”What are you?”

She struggled to see what they looked like, certainly the famine had not affected them. But her vision was beginning to blur. The woman came closer, Maggie was stunned by her beauty. Her face was filled with genuine concern, “What do you mean, child?”

“I just know. No need need to lie.” She sighed, no point in explaining now. She didn’t need another rejection. Not at deaths door.

The woman shared a look with the man besides her, he sighed knowing nothing would change her mind at this point. And also knowing when to pick his battles. “Sweetie would you like to join me and my husband on our…trip? I promise you won’t go hungry again.”

They meant no harm to her, that much was certain. The young girl numbly nodded. She wasn’t sure they could do much more now, her body was failing her. Her system shutting down. And the cold was beginning to feel warmer and warmer. She wasn’t exactly sure what that meant but it couldn’t be good.

The tall woman picked her up with ease, “When was the last time you ate my dear?”

Maggie was in and out of consciousness, “The—four days? Bread…They took the last…”

“Shhh, it’s alright. Try and breathe. What’s your name little one?”

The world seemed to be spinning, before blacking out she managed to choke out her name,

“Maggie.”

“This is wrong, Siobhan.”

“Did you honestly expect me to just leave her there?” She whispered angrily.

“Of course not but—”

“—Oh, out with it Liam. What’s your actual problem?”

Liam ran his hand through his hair. The young girl whimpered as she cling to his mate. He couldn’t deny the ache in his heart at the sight. She’d seen too much, been through too much for someone so young. They were robbing her of a life, forcing her to remain in a state of anxiety and fear, surely. All he could manage, all that would come out in a grunt, “she’s too young.”

Perhaps he was right. Siobhan grasped at straws, looking for any reason worth turning her. Something to ease her guilt, she tried to change the conversation, “Did you hear how she knew?”

“We don’t know that’s what she was talking about.”

Siobhan sighed, “I guess not. But it sure seemed like it.” She glanced up at her husband, lines of worry etched on his face, “I could stop it.”

Liam let out a halfhearted chuckle, “We both know you won’t. We will let her decide what she wants to do after she feeds.”

Siobhan willed herself to wish that the child would choose what was best for her. She had gone through years of her friend Carlisle, half teasing half asking her to accept she had a gift. Liam would never agree with him, for he knew how much it truly worried her but deep down she knew he believed it too. So, she was careful. She did not want to manipulate anyone into something simply because she willed it. Her hands has begun stroking the girls hair, still finding knots and leaves in her tight ringlets. Her ached for the tiny human doubled over besides her.

“Liam. Would you get me a brush?”

He didn’t move. His face focused entirely on the young girl who was quickly and effectively breaking down any reservations he had. He could hardly imagine the abuse she had suffered at the hands of others where, even in death, she tried to make herself seem invisible. She had seemingly barely registered their warning when Siobhan initiated the transformation. Only a sharp intake of air as her eyes shot open before promptly closing again as she doubled over, curling herself into a ball. Siobhan’s old home had enough distance from the rest of her village where any screams could be drowned out. There was nothing. They both noticed her muscles clenching in her jaw as she stifled any scream the venom would usually elicit. After what seemed like an eternity she allowed herself to release a groan as she took another deep breath. Siobhan was at her side in a fraction of a millisecond. Shushing her, had they not had supernatural hearing they may have missed the whispered apologies that escaped her lips.

“Liam?”

“Hm? Sorry what?”

Siobhan chuckled, “and you’re worried about me?” Siobhan repeated her request, Liam listened still finding himself wracked with worry.

“You don’t find it strange she’s barely made a peep?”

“It is strange.” Siobhan held out her hand until she the brush was in it. Siobhan had been at the girls side for six hours. After she had initially apologized for briefly crying. Siobhan tried to get her as comfortable as she could get her in her old bed. The young girl had gripped onto her arm barely managing to utter the word, ‘please.’ It had broken her heart. Siobhan had been entirely alone during her own transformation process, only to wake up when in a strange place, with strange clothes and nothing but a couple humans for her to feed on. She refused to let Maggie feel like such a monster. She silently thanked whoever was out there that it had been her and Liam and not someone like Sancar. The very thought sent shivers down her body.

Now that several hours had passed, Siobhan was able reposition the child and took to caring for her her hair. Her throat went dry, and she struggled to swallow anything at all as she brushed and combed through knots formed from years of neglect. When she finished she wiped any remaining dirt off of her face. She shifted her attention to her legs, the venom coursing through Maggie’s veins already healing the scars that had initially caught Siobhan’s attention. She would let the girl pick her own change of clothes herself. Siobhan gently removed the girls hand, covered her in a blanket, she quickly yanked her hand back when she found herself stroking her head as she stood. A gesture she thought she had long since forgotten since her father died.

“Liam?”

“Yeah?”

“Sit with her for a bit please. I’m feeling like this house needs a touch up.”

“I thought you wanted to let her choose.”

“I am. But if I want to present my home as an option, then it should at least be a suitable place for her. She can have my old bedroom… if she wants that of course.”

“Mhm, of course.” Liam kissed her cheek as he sat down next to Maggie. Siobhan smiled at him before flitting away. It wasn’t until later that evening she returned. And even then she moved soundlessly as she went in and out of her old room. She paused only once to see how she was holding up.

“She’s still folded over?” She asked while push a strand of hair from her face

Liam hesitated to answer. He couldn’t even look at the young child. He forced himself to look at the hat Siobhan was so concerned over. Her eyebrows were scrunched, muscles still completely locked up. Traces of silent crying and whimpering still evident. It was a sound he would never get out of his mind, “Is-is she she supposed to be like this? After all this time?”

“I don’t know. She’s the only one I’ve turned. And Carlisle is all the way in America right now. I can’t exactly invite him over for a chat.”

Deny it, as much as he could but Maggie was endearing. He wanted to know all about her life, wanted to take away the pain of the conversion she was facing. Like his wife, his body moved on its own. His hand rubbing her back. Perhaps it was in his imagination but he swore her body relaxed ever so slightly. He turned to ask his mate if she had seen that but he had been so focused he had not seen his mate squares her hand before running off again to tidy up an already immaculate house. Liam stopped and asked himself why he cared, more importantly why he felt such elation at taking care of a girl he had been so hesitant to invite into Siobhan’s home.

The days passed on. Neither one leaving her side. It was the end of the second day before she woke up. Her body had straightened out, uncurling as the venom no longer caused her any harm. Liam wondered if they should have taken her out beforehand but Siobhan was confident she could handle Maggie, she was small and her newborn strength would only get her so far.

Maggie blinked in her new surroundings. She turned her head sensing the others in the room. She knew they had no ill intent. Her ability made that clear. She tried not to let the disappointment on her face show. Who were these people that had helped her, and why? Why would they feel sorry enough to take her in, when her own family couldn’t be bothered to take her with them? She sat up, her movements quick compared to how her weak muscles normally felt.

“Easy. We know it’s a lot to take in. However slow you think you need to move, move slower. It will help you adjust better.” The man said

“Liam. Please, she’s just waking up.” The woman scolded

“Where—“ Maggie hands flew to her face. One grabbing her throat in hopes to quench the dryness, and the other covering her mouth shocked at the sound that escaped her.

“It’s a lot, isn’t it?” The woman rubbed her arm. Maggie stared, she vaguely remembered her scent, which was impossible considering she had never met these people before last…night? She glanced to the window, dark. It felt like she had slept for months. It wasn’t possible it had only been a few hours. She stared back at the woman, trying not to hyperventilate, wondering if she could even do that. “Shhh, it’s alright. We can explain everything. But first, we should get you something to…drink. I’m Siobhan, and that’s my husband, Liam. Could you follow us?”

Maggie nodded. Holding Siobhan’s outstretched hand. Risky for Siobhan, but something she was willing to overlook until the child was comfortable. Liam stopped the two women, putting a hand on his mates shoulder. A warning.

“What are you not telling me?” Her voice rang in her ears though she was sure she had whispered.

The pair continued to stare at eachother before Siobhan sighed, “Fine. Maggie, is it?”

“Did I do something?”

“No!” Liam interjected quickly, he cleared his throat before beginning again, “Maggie. I’m sure you can tell you aren’t…human anymore.”

Maggie nodded, she looked the woman beside her who gently squeezed her hand.

Liam continued, ”Most know us as vampires. Are you aware what vampires drink?”

Maggies eyes widened, a new reality setting in. She slowly nodded again.

“We’re going to take you to find some sustenance, do you understand?”

“Liam? You’re scaring me, what do you think you’re doing to the poor girl?”

“I just—“

“I understand.” Maggie squeaked out, the couple turned to look at her. Siobhan shot Liam a glare and he backed away from the door.

“Maggie. You are now stronger and faster than anything you can think of. You’ll have to learn to control it all, it isn’t too difficult, I promise and we will help you with anything. Just ask, okay?”

Ask? Help? Why would they help? Why would they want to help her when her own family couldn’t be bothered to care? Would they help when they knew about her curse? She simply nodded. The shift in her body was obvious. Liam decided to say nothing else. He was only trying to prepare the girl and he feared he may have pushed too quick.

“Maggie?”

“Yes ma’am?”

Siobhan would have laughed had Maggie not appeared as if she was ready to receive a lashing of some kind, she squeezed her hand once more, “I promise we aren’t going anywhere.”

And she meant it. Maggie knew that. She continued to nod, her voice failing her. Threatening to break if she spoke again. Liam opened the door and told them to follow. He was gone too quickly but Siobhan never released her, Maggie could hardly believe that she was able to keep up. Even more amazingly all she was seeing. The snow that covered the ground no longer covered her with a sense of dread, instead she found her self amazed but intricacy of the snowflakes, the way the snow rested on the trees, seemingly decorating them with their frost. They ran for an hour, but Maggie would have ran forever. She loved it, she no longer felt weak or constrained by her human life.

“We’re here.” Liam pointed towards a town, everyone sleeping. The pulse of the blood running through their body, the heartbeats pumping so erratically from every building blinded her. Her throat burned and she felt herself becoming crazed, craving the relief the warm liquid would inevitably bring. Her arms were suddenly locked by the pair that had brought her here. She snarled no longer being able to control her body.

“Maggie. Focus. You have to pick one house. We cannot make a scene or we will be implicated, do you understand.”

“Ungh. Yes! Now let me go!” Siobhan nodded at Liam before releasing her. They stayed close behind in case the humans woke up. As they released her a house lit a lantern and Maggie knew exactly where to go. A man carefully stepped outside, careful to not alert his family. Too dressed for this time of night. Too dressed to not be meeting someone. Liam chose a village balancing between comfortable and arrogant, the people desperate to stay ahead of the famine. Well fed, and cruel to the rest of the people suffering miles from their doorsteps. Maggie began to make quick work of her meal, the man was unconscious almost immediately but that was no surprise. The scariest part of the evening was Maggie, half starved in her human life, starving as a newborn and she stopped mid meal and glanced up.

“I’m sorry. I should have waited. Do you want…some?”

Liam and Siobhan stared at eachother, their control had barely been contained in the last century. Even experienced vampires struggled to stop mid meal. It should have been impossible for a newborn. Liam was able to speak first, “Maggie, eat. We’ve both fed recently.”

Maggie didn’t need to be told twice. The man was sucked dry. She needed more. Her body demanded more. She looked at the older pair of vampires, worry evident on their faces. On their auras. “Did I do something?”

“No darling, don’t wo—“

“You’re lying.”

Siobhan stared at her. She had been right earlier, there was no doubt in Maggie’s mind. There was no point in hiding it, she took a dee breath and got closer, she put her hand on her shoulder, trying to ignore the flinch from the hungry child. “Most vampires cannot separate their meal and emotions, especially not so young. We are both impressed is all.”

Maggie accepted her words and Siobhan continued, “Do you need more?” Maggie nodded. Siobhan looked around pointing to a house closer to the center of the town. “That’s the one you scoped out, right Liam?”

“Yeah, old man. Pretty healthy. Kind of a prick.”

“Works for me.” Maggie muttered under her breath before disappearing.

Siobhan went to follow but Liam held her back, “How did she do that?”

“I don’t know. She still seems frightened. Let’s just let her finish and then we can ask her more questions. You saw how she reacted when I tried to calm her down.”

Liam nodded and the two went off to find the young vampire. Maggie was in sitting next to the old corpse. Lips stained red from her meals, blood spattering her blouse. Scared. As if she had only just registered how her life would be from here on out. She had her knees pulled to her chest. Waiting. For what? Siobhan sat down next to Maggie.

“What happens now?” She squeaked out

“Whatever you’d like. You should stay out of the sun if you can, it makes what you are obvious. You can even stay here if you want. Just get rid of the body—“

“Liam!”

“—I wasn’t finished.” He quelled the fire Siobhan held in her eyes by grabbing her hand, “or you can come back home with us.”

“You’d have your own room.” Siobhan interjected, Liam was being too blunt. She felt that the poor girl would take that as disdain. She was right, her eyes lit up when Siobhan made it clear they were expecting her to stay. “I already grabbed some clothes for you as well. Whether you stay with us or not, don’t feel pressured.”

“I—I can stay?”

“Of course.”

“But…” Maggie hesitated, these people had taken her in when she had lost any remaining hope, “you should know something about me.”

“Is it about your gift?” Siobhan asked gently. Maggie almost burst out laughing

“Gift? Ha. It’s a curse. Do you know why I was on that road in middle of this winter?” The raise in her voice silenced the mates vampires, even visibly angry her voice barely would have registered to anyone.

“They left me. My family left me, told me to go and take care of my grandparents while they took the rest of my siblings to America. They’ve hated me since I was born. I can tell when someone lies, when they’re about to lie, when they are hiding something. And I have to say something. Every … every time.”

She choked back a sob wiping her eyes before tears they fell. It was a human gesture. Her venom would coat her eyes but prevent anything from falling. Depending on how intense the heartache venom could stain her cheeks but it was rare. To Siobhan that was the curse of her existence, she wanted to feel the rage inside her, which included the warm angry tears. It seemed so trivial now. It had only been her and her father almost her whole life, but she never worried about love or the lack thereof. She wanted nothing more than to embrace the curly headed child who seemed to shrink as she continued to get everything off her chest

“…even now. It’s gotten worse. I can feel it. When you lied earlier, it was physically uncomfortable. You’ll get tired of it. I know you will. You’ll tire of me!” She covered her ears with her arms, gripping her hair dangerously tight.

Siobhan was at her side in an instant, pulling Maggie’s hands from her head as gentle as possible. Maggie was sobbing, withdrawing into her shell again. This was the exact amount of emotions Siobhan doubted would produce venom and yet it was clear. Years of silent suffering poured out of young Maggie’s soul. “You shouldn’t have had to deal with that. I’m so sorry, child. Please, try and calm down. Stay with us.”

She cupped Maggie’s cheeks wiping away any streak of venom. “I’m not wanted, am I?” She stared at Liam.

“I never said that.” He grunted

“You hesitated when you said I could stay with you. You’re unsure about me.”

Siobhan couldn’t look at him, she hoped he chose his words carefully. The child did not need any more heart break. “I’m worried. Your abilities, they may get you noticed by some…more important vampires. They’re the ones who make and enforce our secrecy. Is this really what you want? To stay with us forever, you won’t grow up, won’t get married…”

“I wouldn’t have grown up regardless.” She mumbled.

Lima grunted in confirmation, “we should head back. You’re a mess. We’ll run a bath when we get back.”

Liam headed out without looking back. He wasn’t a liar but he didn’t necessarily speak up about how he felt. And he felt sick. His memories of his human life were hazy, but warm. She had nothing. No good that came from her life. And still was terrified to be alone. Accepting, perhaps but terrified. Liam felt like he could rip his tongue out for being so abrasive on another experience he was sure she was barely handling.

“I’m sorry.” Maggie whispered back at the house

“What do you have to be sorry for?”

“I don’t think he likes me…I understand if it’s too much of a hassle. I wasn’t trying to make you feel responsible for me.”

“Hm.” Siobhan nodded and chuckled, “Liam is no liar. He is just not very good at expressing his feelings. At the end of the day he’s still man. Come on, let’s walk. If I know my husband he will start warming up the water for when we get home.”

“Yo-you still… are you sure?” Maggie began to feel the tiniest spark of hope once more, she tried to quell it. Not daring to hope for too much.

“Of course. It will be nice to have another pass in the house. Come, I want to show you the clothes I managed to snag. I will probably need to make some alterations.”

“Oh you don’t need to…”

“Oh hush.” Siobhan went to nudge Maggie but her flinch made her squeeze her hand instead, “shall we go?”

Maggie nodded. The two moved slow enough to be able to talk.

“Maggie?”

“Yes?”

“How often did they hit you?”

On a daily basis? Or overall? Either way it must be a high number, Maggie thought.

She was silent for only a moment, “I don’t know. It happened a lot more when I was younger. They thought I was embarrassing them on purpose when I would say something about someone lying. My mum and grandmum got worse when they thought I was possessed with something. My siblings like to tell them things were my fault when they weren’t. They knew they were lying because I would say so but then I wasnt supposed to talk back. And it hurt less when I just didn’t say anything.”

As hard as it was to refrain an apology Siobhan knew she had to resist, the girl wanted a lot of things but pity… pity was not one of them. “That sounds exhausting. Were you the oldest?”

‘You can’t leave it?’ An unheard attempt. The only thing left in their broken down house was a stale loaf of bread. She knew because she had been hoping she would have finally been able to eat after they left. It had been days surviving on broth.

‘Back off, freak.’

‘Come on!’ She tried to grab but was met with a stiff arm that landed her on the ground

Laughter filled her head. Ears burned red as her mothers voice cut out, “Margaret. For Gods sake, can’t you behave just once??’

She hated that name. Hated it. The only one who called her by Maggie was her youngest sister. And she would immediately get told not to associate with Maggie.

Her eyes never looked up when her mother was in the room. She was cruel. And if she ever spoke in her presence it would almost guarantee a slap across the cheek. Her lip just healed from the last time. It was better to keep silent. Still. Not so much of a goodbye left her lips. Why? She would, just once, like some answers.

“No. My parents had five kids, I’m the second youngest. the youngest is five years younger than me, but they wanted to another one. Try and break the curse. I’ll miss her the most. She was never cruel to me anyway.”

“Was she sad when they left?”

Yes. Maggie thought. Her sister who never quite understood what happened to warrant so much hatred would have stayed with Maggie in a heartbeat. She would often sneak over to her bed at night and ask to lay with her, or play with her doll when she didn’t have to chores to take care of. Maggie had been kept at arms distance from her youngest sister but it was her that youngest cried for. She went back to that day, the only person in her family that never shied away from her touch, her smaller hands clawing into her coat. Kicking as her father picker up. Maggie would never forget that hug. Maggie hoped she would be happy wherever they ended up. Her father never looked back. Good riddance.

“My parents don’t like me to hang around them too much. My curse might rub off on them. But she will miss me. I’ll miss her more.”

Her story was factual. As if she was reading from a book and not experiencing life through her own eyes. “Would you want to go to them? If you had the choice?”

“No. I stopped trying to be part of that family years ago. I hope they allow my sister to write. Nothing more. Can I still do that?”

“So long as you don’t tell her what you are.”

Maggie nodded, grateful to have been found by Siobhan. “How long have you been a vampire?”

“Oh I would say about three centuries give or take. Liam’s been around for two.”

“Wow, have you enjoyed it?”

“Not at first.” Siobhan realized Maggie was not the type to push, which she was grateful for, “my turning was against my protests. I was taken from my home in hopes I would be a wife of sorts. I was not interested and it made the first year hard escaping.”

“You’re strong.”

“So are you.” Maggie smiled at the compliment and the two ran the rest of the way home. Liam was waiting for them, the water was almost full. Siobhan laid out a blouse and skirt much nicer than anything she had ever worn.

“Oh I can’t…”

“I won’t hear it. This is yours. Just let me help you put it on when youre done soaking, you’ll break right through it as a younger vampire. just call for me. Me and Liam will be right outside.” Maggie felt her chest tightening, she wasn’t lying so why did she feel so anxious. Siobhan looked at the girl with loneliness lining every inch of her skin, she had half a mind to find her ‘family’ and give them a piece of her mind. Maggie pulled at the ends of her hair. “Maggie? I promise. We just want to give you some privacy. Okay?”

Maggie nodded and waited for the couple to step out. She could hear their footsteps crunch ever so lightly on the snow. The water should have burned her skin but she simply felt the heat on her skin balancing her otherwise frozen body. She enjoyed every second of scrubbing and feeling herself be clean of years of built up grime and dirt. She was splashing like a child. She let her ears go under the water when she heard Siobhan describing their conversation from earlier. It sounded like it was for her to get everything out, and she couldn’t let herself continue to worry about every single thing she said. Even if they decided they couldn’t handle her, Maggie decided she would be okay. She didn’t have to worry about punishment from her parents any longer. She felt like a new person as the scent of a floral soap filled her nose. When she got out of this she would be a new person. She would make sure of it.

She barely stood out of the water and began to say Siobhan’s name before the kind woman appeared holding a towel for her to cover up. Maggie followed instructions as Siobhan carefully guided the clothes on so they wouldn’t rip.

“Maggie?” Maggie debated telling her her real name. But she wasn’t ready, in her experience most people assumed what her name was regardless but both Siobhan and Liam had never pushed her to answer any more than what she offered.

“Yes.”

“Would you like me to do your hair?”

“…yes please.” Siobhan’s hands moved silently, brushing out all of the girls wet curls. Little droplets of water pattering on the warm floor around them. Maggie stayed still, closing her eyes as she realized she was becoming attached. Too attached. Too quickly. The sense of comfort building up in her tiny frame was turning into tears once more, grateful tears. threatening to spill at the kindness these strangers had shown her.

“What’s the matter, child?”

“Why would something be the matter?”

“Hm,” Siobhan chuckled, “I may not have your gift, but I know there’s more weighing on you. You don’t have to talk yet. Take your time. After all that’s all we have from now on.”

She rubbed Maggie’s shoulders a sign to show she was all finished. Maggie followed her out to the main living area where Liam had come back and was reading a book.

Maggie sat next to the fireplace, she looked at Liam with envy. As she turned to face the fire she thought back to another common argument she had with her parents. Her eldest siblings had gone to school for a moment but they began to try and find work early on. The middle child was taught basics but they cared little for school. Maggie was hidden. She wasn’t allowed to embarrass her family any further so school was not an option for her. She hoped her youngest sister would get the chance to actually learn in her new home. As it was the only reason Maggie could even slightly read at all was thanks to her and her excitement in telling her all about her day.

Siobhan nudged Liam. They both knew Maggie would stay silent, never daring to step over any boundaries whether they were actually there or not. The last thing Liam wanted was for her to also feel shame in being curious about her new life, especially after the episode earlier that evening.

“Ahem. Maggie?”

“Yes?” She silently answered. Eyes trained on the fire. It hurt Liam to see Maggie not trust him as wholly as he trusted his wife, in her eyes if she was going to be back out in the streets it would be because Liam was done with her.

“What do you want to learn first?”

Maggie’s face snapped towards Liam, “Learn?”

“You’re going to find yourself bored if you don’t find something you want to pick up.”

“He’s right, we can’t sleep and stay stagnant gets boring pretty quickly. I still do blacksmithing but I’ve been working on new things to do with my hands. I tried sewing but I wasn’t the best…”

“That’s putting it nicely, she tried to put together a shirt with different length sleeves.” The laughter from the two lightened the room. Maggie’s lips twitched at pleasant aura of the loving couple, the friendly squabble was not something she was used to. Her own parents had maybe a few moments somewhat similar to this and certainly they were never like that around her. They continued their banter as always, in part because Maggie was silent it was almost as if she had never shown up and it was like any other night. The other part of them knew they wanted to show Maggie it was alright to simply coexist together.

“Well Maggie? Anything you’ve ever wanted to learn?” Liam asked

“There’s lots of things I would like to learn.”

“Like what sweetie?” Siobhan hoped she wouldn’t find her words to be over bearing. They weren’t, the more these kind vampires showed their affections the more Maggie began to relax, the more the lingering feeling of rejection that used to cling so tightly began to ease up.

“Would you be able to teach me to write?”

“What level would you like to start at?” Liam asked genuinely, it was a simple request. One he was eager to take charge of. He had had a happy home but an education was not anything his family cared about. Siobhan had guided him into a world where he was able to enjoy reading comfortably, he could do this.

“If it’s not too much trouble, I need to start with sounds. My sister taught me the letters but…I don’t think I know to use them right.”

“You’d be surprised.” Siobhan nodded and left them to begin growing their bond. She began digging through her mothers old jewelry box. She need some inspiration.

And so the days went on. Liam taught and Maggie listened to everything intensely. When she wasn’t learning with Liam she tried to learn with Siobhan, amazed with all the things she saw her make. Maggie remained quiet, still worried the other shoe would drop. Still waiting for them to tire of her. Hunting day was really the only time they would all spend apart. It never seemed to get easier. Maggie jade quick with her meals, tidying an already impeccable home until Siobhan and Liam would return. While they didn’t mind mind Maggie’s company in the least, they wanted her to grow more comfortable, and be confident they would return. Siobhan like to find small trinkets that would remind her of Maggie. She never thought anything of it, Liam would take part in this as well. Neither knowing Maggie treasured every item and would often look at them to calm herself and remind herself that they would eventually return.

Maggie’s newborn stage was uneventful. She strained to control her strength and speed, but managed enough. Siobhan and Liam waited a year before deciding to celebrate a birthday of sorts. A celebration for her life. One she had never been offered. Siobhan wished nothing more than to be able to be human once more. Just to offer her a meal worthy of the girl before her. Liam had been running around for the last few months to find the perfect t gifts for Maggie. They decided the best time would be to beat her home after they went hunting. Liam decided to go with her while Siobhan set up the house.

“Is everything okay?”

“Of course. Why wouldn’t it be?”

Very well. Not a lie. “You’re acting strange. And we never go hunting together.”

“Are you happy with us Maggie?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Just wanted to know.”

“Yes. I don’t think I’ve ever been happier. I miss my sister at times. And…”

“And?”

“I don’t know. It’s hard sometimes to allow myself to relax. Like things are too good for me. I never knew that was possible.”

“I can’t imagine it’s been easy, kid.”

“It’s getting easier. Have you guys been happy? I know I changed a lot when you saved me.”

Liam seemed to ponder something for a minute, “It was a good change. Come on, Siobhan has something she wants to show you.”

The house felt different upon entering. Siobhan had a stack of letters and boxes surrounding her. Maggie barely stepped through the door before Siobhan grabbed her and had her sit on their couch.

“Maggie, we know we can’t really celebrate a birthday anymore but as you’ve been with us a whole year we wanted to surprise you with some gifts.”

“All of this is for me?”

Siobhan nodded proudly, “yes. You’ve controlled yourself magnificently for a new born and while we hope you want to stay with us, we want you to know you can go out on your own now if you’d like.”

Maggie’s breath hitched, “Why are you both so kind to me? You’d allow to me to stay? Even though I’m practically a stranger?”

“Stranger?” Siobhan grabbed Maggie’s hand and glad kneeled on the floor in front of her, “Maggie you’re our family? We know lots of things about you. We know that even if you don’t say anything it makes you feel ill when people lie. We know that even though you, yourself, don’t lie you often omit how you’re feeling because you worry about our reactions.We know you like music, enough that when you hear it you stop and listen even if for a second just to take it in. We know you clean when you’re nervous—“

“And you’ll mess with your hair if you can’t clean”

Siobhan laughed at Liam’s addition, she pushed a strand of hair from her face, “we know that you’ve gone through more than any child should. And even then, you still think about whether your family is doing well. Especially your sister. We know your good with your hands. We know you that even though we can’t eat you enjoy looking at the cakes in the bakery.—“

“Your laugh—“ Liam chuckled and Siobhan echoed with a giggle of her own

“Yes your laugh is so rare but it’s the most beautiful sound in the world. I— we both know everything has been difficult. But you should know how proud we are of you. You’ve learned so much, the only thing we want is for you to be happy.”

“You don’t think I’m happy?”

Liam sat next to her and grabbed her other hand, “you try not to be. We know you’re worried about when the other shoe will drop and we won’t be here for some reason or the other. Maggie I am telling you. We aren’t going nowhere. We want you in our fa—coven.”

Maggue had been largely silent. Siobhan left and came back quickly to get a small box and stack of letters.

“The letters are from your sister. We think maybe you want to write one last letter maybe tell her you’re feeling sick but get anything out that you need. And I made this for you. So you’ll know that you always have a place with us.”

Siobhan opened a small music box with a necklace, an adorned petal like sword. She mentioned nothing about the colored gen in the hilt reminding her of Maggie’s beautiful red curls. The design was meant to show her strength growing regardless of the condition she was left in. Swords were always Siobhan’s favorite thing to work on as a human, and it symbolized strength. To Siobhan there was no one stronger than the young girl before her.

Maggie held the precious items for a moment before sitting them next to her. The pair stayed silent waiting to see what she would say, she surprised even herself when she jumped into Siobhan’s arms.

“Thank you for saving me.” She said through broken sobs. “I-I want to stay, please.”

Siobhan swallowed back a sob of her own, the two stayed together for a while, Siobhan shushing the young girl and running her hands through her hair. When she was able to peel away she grabbed Liam’s hand asked him if he was truly okay with her staying. Liam struggled to get any words out and just nodded, causing Maggie to rush him next. Liam was frozen not aware Maggie craved his approval as well. When she finally pulled away Siobhan let her know the rest of her surprise.

“Maggie? We are going to need to take a trip for a week or so.”

“A whole week?” Panic began to set in. What if the changed their mind.

“Relax kiddo,” Liam said, “you’re coming with us. We have friends in Italy that we want to meet you.”

“Italy?”

“Aye, they’re interested in meeting you and knowing about your gift.”

Maggie smiled. She would never tire of her about her abilities as something other than negative. She felt her hand clutch the her necklace as Liam placed it around her neck.

“I think when we get back I’ll make us all a matching charm.” Siobhan nodded

Maggie let out an airy laugh, “Thabk you all again. For everything.”

“There are some more gifts to open so let’s hold back the tears for now alright?” Liam nudged Maggie, and lifted Siobhan’s chin up.

Maggie smiled. She couldn’t remember the last time someone had gotten her something just for her. A weight seemed to lift itself off of the young vampire, she no longer felt the impending doom she ended every day with. No, she felt at peace. She was home.

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Hi there!!

So august 21st is my birthday and I was wondering on how any characters from the Twilight saga will celebrate the readers birthday

Twilight characters X Gn!Reader

It can be separate if you want❤️

Aww happy birthday, I would ask how old are you turning but that’s far to personal therefore I’ll break this request up into different ones for you that way you’re able to celebrate with all the twilight characters :)

↳ happy birthday ↲

✭ pairing : twilight clans x gender neutral reader

✭ fandom : twilight

✭ summary : this fic has to do with our loveable gender neutral reader celebrating their birthday

✭ authors note : once again happy birthday and I hope you enjoy it to the fullest

✭ twilight masterlist

✭ Olympic Coven :

In the tranquil setting of the Olympic Coven's sprawling home, nestled amidst the lush forests of Forks, the family was abuzz with excitement. The Cullen clan, known for their unique abilities and immortal existence, had gathered to plan a special birthday celebration for their beloved family member, (Y/N).

Carlisle Cullen, the patriarch of the family, had suggested an idea that resonated with the rest of the Coven. A birthday celebration was to be the theme, embracing (Y/N)'s diverse preferences and creating an atmosphere of inclusivity.

Alice, the family's clairvoyant, had taken charge of the decorations, adorning the spacious living area with a blend of colors and styles. The room was adorned with a myriad of hues, each chosen to reflect the spectrum of (Y/N)'s personality. Streamers, balloons, and twinkling lights intertwined to create a vibrant and harmonious ambiance.

Emmett and Jasper, both strong and light-hearted members of the family, had taken on the task of organizing games and activities. A variety of options were prepared to cater to (Y/N)'s interests, ensuring that everyone, vampire or human, could participate. From trivia to scavenger hunts, the planned activities would allow (Y/N) to enjoy the day without any gender-specific expectations.

Rosalie, with her impeccable taste and flair for fashion, had selected a wardrobe for (Y/N) that embraced their individuality. The outfit consisted of a comfortable ensemble that could be styled to reflect any gender expression, embodying the spirit of the celebration.

Esme, the nurturing and caring mother figure of the Coven, was overseeing the preparations of the birthday feast. A diverse array of dishes was being prepared, accommodating (Y/N)'s preferences and dietary needs. The dining table was adorned with an assortment of delicacies that transcended the boundaries of traditional gendered cuisine.

Edward, with his uncanny ability to read minds, had assisted in orchestrating the evening's playlist. A collection of songs spanning genres and eras was carefully curated to create an atmosphere of celebration and joy. The music would be a testament to (Y/N)'s unique tastes and interests.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting soft hues of orange and pink across the sky, the Olympic Coven eagerly awaited (Y/N)'s arrival. Each member of the family had put their heart and soul into ensuring that the celebration would be a reflection of (Y/N)'s individuality, free from expectations and norms.

When (Y/N) finally entered the lavishly adorned living area, they were met with a burst of applause and cheers. The room was alive with vibrant colors, laughter, and the promise of a memorable evening. As the festivities began, it was clear that the Olympic Coven had succeeded in creating a birthday celebration that celebrated (Y/N)'s uniqueness and embraced the power of love and acceptance.

As the evening unfolded, (Y/N) was enveloped in a warm embrace of happiness and appreciation. The gender-neutral theme of the party had truly touched their heart, and the effort put in by each member of the Olympic Coven was evident in every detail.

Alice's predictions had led to an array of delightful surprises throughout the evening. From spontaneous dance-offs to impromptu games, (Y/N) found themselves laughing and enjoying the company of their extraordinary family. Even the normally reserved and stoic members of the Coven seemed to let loose, their genuine smiles lighting up the room.

During the trivia game, Carlisle, who had taken it upon himself to research (Y/N)'s diverse interests, was pleasantly surprised when (Y/N) effortlessly answered questions about literature, history, and even obscure scientific facts. The game was a testament to the deep connection and understanding that the Cullen family had cultivated over the years.

Esme's culinary prowess shone brightly as the family sat down for the birthday feast. The table was laden with an assortment of dishes, ranging from Italian cuisine to Asian delicacies, all meticulously prepared to cater to (Y/N)'s tastes. The dining experience was a reflection of the love and care that Esme poured into every aspect of her role as a mother figure.

Emmett and Jasper's games had everyone in stitches. The scavenger hunt led (Y/N) on a wild adventure throughout the sprawling grounds of the Cullen estate, uncovering hidden clues and sharing laughter with each step. The camaraderie that had always bound this unconventional family together was on full display, reinforcing the strength of their bonds.

Rosalie's gift, a beautifully crafted leather jacket, was met with genuine appreciation. The jacket was not only stylish but also a reflection of (Y/N)'s individuality and the shared moments they had spent discussing fashion. It was a gesture that touched (Y/N) deeply, highlighting the consideration and thoughtfulness that the Cullen family held for each other.

As the night continued, the living area transformed into a dance floor, and the carefully curated playlist set the tone for the celebration. The Olympic Coven members, each displaying unique dance moves, encouraged (Y/N) to let loose and join in the fun. It was a liberating experience, reminding (Y/N) that they were surrounded by a family that accepted them fully for who they were.

Amidst the laughter, the music, and the joyous celebrations, (Y/N) found themselves catching a glimpse of Edward, who was sharing an intimate dance with Bella, his soulmate. The depth of their love served as a reminder that the journey towards self-discovery and acceptance was ongoing, a journey that was supported by the unwavering bond of the Olympic Coven.

As the night came to an end, (Y/N) was overcome with a profound sense of gratitude. They felt loved, accepted, and cherished by a family that celebrated their individuality with such enthusiasm. The gender-neutral birthday celebration had not only been a tribute to (Y/N)'s uniqueness but had also reinforced the strength of the bonds that had been forged through centuries of shared experiences.

As (Y/N) watched the stars twinkle in the night sky, surrounded by the people who had become their true family, they couldn't help but feel a deep sense of contentment. The Olympic Coven had created a memory that would forever hold a special place in (Y/N)'s heart, a memory that represented love, acceptance, and the power of embracing one's true self.

✭ Volturi Coven :

In the grandeur of the Volturi's ancient castle, nestled amidst the heart of Volterra, the atmosphere was alive with anticipation. The Volturi Coven, known for their regal and formidable presence, had gathered to orchestrate a special birthday celebration for their beloved (Y/N). The plans for the day were shrouded in secrecy, as Aro and the other Volturi leaders had decided to surprise (Y/N) with a gender-neutral birthday celebration.

As the coven members convened in the opulent main hall, Aro, Caius, and Marcus shared a private conversation. Their deliberations revolved around creating an event that would cater to (Y/N)'s diverse interests and preferences, while embodying the Volturi's signature grandeur.

Chelsea, the coven member with the power to manipulate emotional bonds, was entrusted with coordinating the guest list. The castle was to be graced by the presence of (Y/N)'s friends from various parts of the world, reflecting the global reach of the Volturi's influence.

Alec and Jane, with their unique abilities to cause physical and mental pain, were tasked with planning the entertainment. Their creativity was boundless as they conjured an array of activities that would cater to (Y/N)'s tastes. From art exhibitions to captivating performances, the festivities were designed to appeal to (Y/N)'s diverse interests.

Felix and Demetri, known for their physical prowess and unwavering loyalty, were responsible for ensuring the safety and security of the event. Their vigilance extended to all aspects of the celebration, ensuring that (Y/N) would be surrounded by an atmosphere of protection and comfort.

Heidi, who possessed the ability to allure and attract humans, had taken charge of the decorations. The main hall was transformed into a stunning display of colors and themes, each element carefully selected to reflect (Y/N)'s multifaceted personality.

As the day of the celebration dawned, the Volturi Coven members were abuzz with activity. The castle's halls were filled with the sounds of preparations, and there was a sense of excitement in the air. (Y/N)'s arrival was eagerly awaited by the coven, who were determined to create an unforgettable experience.

When (Y/N) finally entered the lavishly adorned main hall, they were met with a resounding applause. The coven members, dressed in a blend of modern and timeless attire, stood together as a united front. The decorations were an enchanting blend of colors, patterns, and motifs, a testament to the Volturi's meticulous attention to detail.

Aro stepped forward, his charismatic presence commanding attention. "Ladies and gentlemen, honored guests, it is with great pleasure that we gather here today to celebrate the birthday of our esteemed family member, (Y/N). In keeping with the spirit of inclusivity and respect for (Y/N)'s individuality, we have planned a celebration that transcends traditional norms."

As the festivities commenced, (Y/N) was enveloped in a tapestry of music, art, and camaraderie. The art exhibitions showcased a fusion of traditional and contemporary works, representing the diversity of (Y/N)'s interests. The performances, ranging from classical music to contemporary dance, were designed to evoke emotion and appreciation for the beauty of self-expression.

A highlight of the evening was a display of fireworks that illuminated the night sky in a dazzling array of colors. The spectacle reflected the Coven's dedication to making (Y/N)'s birthday celebration a memory to be cherished.

Throughout the celebration, (Y/N) was embraced by the warmth of the Volturi's hospitality and the genuine connections they shared. As the night drew to a close, Aro raised his glass in a toast. "To (Y/N), a unique and cherished member of our family. May this celebration remind us all of the power of acceptance and the beauty of embracing our individuality."

As the Volturi Coven members clinked their glasses, (Y/N) felt a profound sense of gratitude. The birthday celebration had not only celebrated their unique identity but also showcased the capacity of the Volturi Coven to evolve and adapt, reflecting the changing times and embracing the strength of unity.

As the moon cast its gentle glow over the castle's courtyard, (Y/N) looked around at the faces of their coven, illuminated by the bond they shared. The celebration had become a testament to the power of love, acceptance, and the ability to come together to honor the essence of an individual.

✭ Denali Coven :

In the serene and picturesque landscape of the Denali Coven's Alaskan refuge, the air was tinged with excitement as the coven members gathered to prepare for a special occasion: (Y/N)'s birthday. Known for their close-knit bonds and appreciation for nature, the Denali Coven had decided to plan a gender-neutral celebration that would resonate with (Y/N)'s diverse interests.

Tanya, the leader of the Denali Coven, had taken the initiative to organize the festivities. She believed in celebrating (Y/N)'s uniqueness while embracing the values of inclusivity and respect that defined the coven's close relationships.

Kate and Irina, the sisters known for their unique abilities, were tasked with arranging the decorations. The spacious communal area was adorned with a harmonious blend of colors and patterns, reflecting the natural beauty of the Denali landscape. The ambiance exuded warmth and tranquility, a reflection of the coven's connection to the environment.

Eleazar, the coven member with the gift of sensing and understanding relationships, took the lead in designing the guest list. He had gathered individuals from various walks of life, each chosen for their connection to (Y/N) and their shared values of acceptance and individuality.

Carmen and Eleazar, who were passionate about art and culture, had prepared a range of interactive activities and workshops. From painting to storytelling circles, the activities were designed to provide a platform for self-expression and the sharing of diverse perspectives.

As the day of the celebration arrived, the Denali Coven members put the finishing touches on their preparations. The air was filled with the scent of flowers and the gentle rustling of leaves, creating an atmosphere of serenity and anticipation.

As the sun began to set, bathing the landscape in warm hues, (Y/N) entered the communal area to find it transformed into a haven of beauty and creativity. The coven members, dressed in comfortable and stylish attire, greeted (Y/N) with smiles and warm embraces.

Tanya stepped forward, her presence exuding grace and warmth. "Dear (Y/N), we are honored to celebrate this special day with you. The Denali Coven has come together to create an experience that honors your individuality and your unique journey."

The festivities kicked off with an art workshop led by Kate and Irina. The coven members gathered around, creating colorful masterpieces that reflected their individual perspectives. The atmosphere was relaxed and collaborative, allowing (Y/N) to connect with their family in a way that transcended traditional gender roles.

Carmen and Eleazar's storytelling circle became a space for shared experiences and revelations. Each member of the coven took turns sharing stories that highlighted the importance of embracing one's identity and celebrating diversity. The circle of trust and acceptance that formed around (Y/N) was a testament to the strong bonds that defined the Denali Coven.

As night fell, the celebration shifted to the open courtyard, where a bonfire illuminated the surroundings. Tanya raised her glass in a toast. "To (Y/N), a cherished member of our coven. May this celebration remind us all of the power of embracing our authentic selves and fostering connections that transcend societal norms."

The bonfire cast dancing shadows on the coven members' faces, creating an atmosphere of intimacy and shared moments. As the night continued, music filled the air, and the coven members engaged in lively conversations and spontaneous dances.

As (Y/N) looked around at the faces of their Denali family, illuminated by the fire's glow, they couldn't help but feel a deep sense of belonging. The birthday celebration had not only celebrated their uniqueness but also highlighted the power of unity and acceptance.

As the stars twinkled in the Alaskan sky, (Y/N) felt a profound sense of gratitude for the Denali Coven's unwavering support and love. The celebration had become a symbol of the strength that came from embracing diversity, the beauty of connecting with nature and one's true self, and the power of forging deep bonds that stood the test of time.

✭ Egyptian Coven :

In the arid landscape of the Egyptian Coven's ancient desert sanctuary, the members were gathered with a shared purpose: to celebrate (Y/N)'s upcoming birthday with a gender-neutral celebration that embraced their uniqueness. The Egyptian Coven, known for their connection to ancient wisdom and traditions, were eager to create an event that reflected (Y/N)'s individuality.

Amun, the wise and reserved leader of the Egyptian Coven, had taken it upon himself to oversee the arrangements. The coven had decided to honor (Y/N)'s diverse interests by crafting a celebration that resonated with their values of harmony and acceptance.

Kebi and Tia, the devoted partners who shared a unique bond, were tasked with organizing the decorations. The vast desert landscape provided inspiration, and the communal area was adorned with warm tones, sand-like textures, and hints of gold and turquoise. The ambiance radiated a sense of tranquility and history.

Benjamin, who possessed the power to control the elements, was responsible for coordinating the entertainment. He envisioned a mesmerizing display of fire dancing, sand sculptures, and the harmonious melodies of ancient instruments that would evoke a connection to the past and (Y/N)'s love for diverse cultures.

Senna and Zafrina, with their keen senses and perceptive abilities, were entrusted with selecting the guest list. The gathering would include individuals from all walks of life, reflecting (Y/N)'s inclusive spirit and the Egyptian Coven's deep appreciation for interconnectedness.

As the day of the celebration arrived, the Egyptian Coven members worked together to prepare for the festivities. The energy of the desert was palpable, and the coven's dedication was evident in every detail.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm golden glow over the desert expanse, (Y/N) entered the communal area to find it transformed into an oasis of beauty and culture. The coven members, dressed in attire that merged timeless elegance with modern comfort, greeted (Y/N) with smiles and gestures of welcome.

Amun stepped forward, his presence exuding a sense of ancient wisdom. "Dear (Y/N), we are gathered here to honor you with a celebration that celebrates your individuality. The Egyptian Coven has drawn inspiration from the sands of time to create an experience that reflects your diverse interests."

The celebration began with a mesmerizing display of fire dancing, performed by the talented members of the coven. Flames seemed to dance in harmony with the music, creating an atmosphere of awe and wonder. As the flames leapt and twirled, (Y/N) felt a sense of connection to the past and the unique talents of their coven.

Benjamin's sand sculpting demonstration followed, as intricate shapes emerged from the desert sand under his skillful control. The artistry depicted scenes from various cultures, symbolizing the universal nature of (Y/N)'s interests and the interconnectedness of humanity.

The highlight of the evening was a musical performance led by Zafrina, whose hauntingly beautiful voice resonated across the desert landscape. The ancient instruments produced melodies that seemed to bridge the gap between past and present, creating an enchanting ambiance that captivated (Y/N) and their guests.

As the night deepened, the celebration shifted to a large tent that had been set up under the desert stars. The tent was adorned with rich fabrics and ornate cushions, creating an inviting atmosphere for shared conversations and laughter.

Tia raised her glass for a toast. "To (Y/N), a cherished member of our coven. May this celebration remind us of the beauty of embracing diverse cultures, and the power of unity that transcends all boundaries."

As the celebration continued, (Y/N) found themselves immersed in conversations that spanned languages, cultures, and centuries. The Egyptian Coven's commitment to creating an experience that celebrated (Y/N)'s uniqueness had resulted in a birthday celebration that was as rich and diverse as the desert landscape itself.

As the night sky shimmered with stars, (Y/N) reflected on the beauty of the celebration and the deep connection they shared with the Egyptian Coven. The birthday celebration had become a testament to the coven's reverence for history, culture, and individuality, and their ability to weave these elements together to create a tapestry of acceptance and love.

✭ Amazon Coven :

In the heart of the lush Amazon rainforest, the Amazon Coven was abuzz with preparations for a special event: (Y/N)'s upcoming birthday celebration. The Amazon Coven, known for their strong connection to nature and their fierce independence, had decided to plan a gender-neutral celebration that would honor (Y/N)'s individuality.

Zafrina, the leader of the Amazon Coven, was at the forefront of organizing the festivities. She believed in embracing (Y/N)'s diverse interests while celebrating their unity with nature and the Amazon way of life.

Senna and Kachiri, the inseparable sisters of the coven, were entrusted with the task of arranging the decorations. The communal area was adorned with vibrant shades of green and earthy tones, reflecting the lush surroundings of the Amazon rainforest. The decorations were crafted from natural materials, showcasing the coven's commitment to sustainability and their connection to the earth.

Benjamin, who possessed the power to control the elements, was responsible for curating the entertainment. He envisioned a celebration that would immerse (Y/N) in the beauty of the rainforest, with activities such as guided nature walks, drum circles, and stargazing under the canopy of trees.

Zafrina and Kachiri, who were known for their perceptive abilities, took the lead in creating the guest list. The coven had invited individuals from various backgrounds, all of whom shared (Y/N)'s values of inclusivity and respect for nature.

As the day of the celebration arrived, the Amazon Coven members worked together to prepare for the festivities. The sounds of the rainforest and the rustling of leaves provided a soothing backdrop to their efforts.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the rainforest, (Y/N) entered the communal area to find it transformed into a sanctuary of nature's beauty. The coven members, dressed in attire that combined practicality with elegance, greeted (Y/N) with warm smiles and gestures of welcome.

Zafrina stepped forward, her presence resonating with a sense of natural wisdom. "Dearest (Y/N), we gather here to celebrate you with a birthday that aligns with our Amazon values. The Amazon Coven has taken inspiration from the heart of the rainforest to create an experience that reflects your diverse interests."

The celebration began with a guided nature walk led by Benjamin. As the coven members ventured deeper into the rainforest, Benjamin shared his insights into the delicate balance of nature and the Amazon way of life. The experience allowed (Y/N) to connect with the rainforest on a deeper level, reinforcing the Amazon Coven's commitment to unity with nature.

The drum circle, led by Senna, became a celebration of rhythm and connection. The rhythmic beats of the drums seemed to echo the heartbeats of the coven members, creating an atmosphere of harmony and shared energy. (Y/N) joined in, feeling the power of the rainforest's pulse within their own heartbeat.

The stargazing session under the canopy of trees was a testament to the Amazon Coven's ability to blend tradition with modernity. Benjamin used his abilities to control the elements, ensuring a clear view of the night sky. (Y/N) and the coven members marveled at the constellations, feeling a profound sense of interconnectedness with the universe.

As the night deepened, the celebration shifted to a cozy area illuminated by torches and lanterns. The coven members gathered around a fire, sharing stories, laughter, and a sense of camaraderie.

Kachiri raised her glass in a toast. "To (Y/N), a cherished member of our coven. May this celebration remind us of the beauty of embracing our individuality while staying grounded in the wisdom of nature."

As the celebration continued, (Y/N) found themselves engaged in conversations that spanned cultures, experiences, and the wonders of the rainforest. The Amazon Coven's commitment to creating an experience that celebrated (Y/N)'s uniqueness had resulted in a birthday celebration that was as vibrant and diverse as the rainforest itself.

Under the starlit sky, surrounded by the sounds of the rainforest, (Y/N) felt a deep sense of gratitude for the Amazon Coven's unwavering support and love. The birthday celebration had become a symbol of the Amazon Coven's harmony with nature, their respect for individuality, and their ability to forge deep connections that transcended time and boundaries.

✭ Irish Coven :

In the picturesque Irish countryside, the Irish Coven was bustling with activity as they prepared for a special event: (Y/N)'s upcoming birthday celebration. The Irish Coven, known for their strong connection to nature and their affinity for magic, had decided to plan a gender-neutral celebration that would honor (Y/N)'s individuality.

Siobhan, the leader of the Irish Coven, had taken the lead in organizing the festivities. With her keen intuition and respect for individuality, she believed in creating a celebration that would resonate with (Y/N)'s diverse interests while embracing the coven's love for tradition and magic.

Maggie and Liam, the charismatic and charming members of the coven, were tasked with arranging the decorations. The communal area was adorned with a harmonious blend of earthy tones, rich fabrics, and intricate Celtic designs. The decorations exuded a sense of enchantment and mystery, reflecting the coven's deep connection to their Irish heritage.

Liam, who possessed the ability to manipulate emotions, was responsible for curating the entertainment. He envisioned a celebration that would be filled with music, dance, and storytelling, allowing (Y/N) to immerse themselves in the magic of Irish culture.

Siobhan and Liam, who shared a unique bond, took the lead in crafting the guest list. The coven had invited individuals from diverse backgrounds, all of whom shared (Y/N)'s values of inclusivity and respect for personal identity.

As the day of the celebration arrived, the Irish Coven members worked together to infuse their preparations with the magic of the Emerald Isle. The air was filled with a sense of excitement and anticipation, as the coven members prepared to create a celebration that would reflect their love for tradition, nature, and (Y/N)'s uniqueness.

As the sun began to set over the rolling green hills, casting a warm glow over the landscape, (Y/N) entered the communal area to find it transformed into a scene straight out of an Irish fairy tale. The coven members, dressed in attire that seamlessly blended history with modern comfort, greeted (Y/N) with warm smiles and gestures of welcome.

Siobhan stepped forward, her presence exuding a sense of wisdom and grace. "Beloved (Y/N), we gather here to celebrate your individuality in a way that reflects our Irish heritage. The Irish Coven has drawn inspiration from our land's magic and history to create an experience that honors your diverse interests."

The celebration began with a traditional Irish dance performance, led by Maggie. The lively and rhythmic dances seemed to capture the spirit of the land, as the coven members and (Y/N) joined in, creating an atmosphere of joy and unity.

Liam's storytelling session became a magical journey through Irish folklore and history. The tales were told with a blend of enthusiasm and reverence, connecting (Y/N) to the rich tapestry of Irish culture and the coven's love for tradition.

The highlight of the evening was a musical performance that combined traditional Irish instruments with contemporary melodies. The sounds of the fiddle, flute, and bodhrán filled the air, creating an enchanting ambiance that captivated (Y/N) and their guests.

As the night deepened, the celebration moved to a cozy area illuminated by lanterns and candles. The coven members gathered around a bonfire, sharing stories, laughter, and a sense of camaraderie.

Maggie raised her glass in a toast. "To (Y/N), a cherished member of our coven. May this celebration remind us of the magic of embracing our authentic selves and the power of unity that transcends all boundaries."

As the celebration continued, (Y/N) found themselves immersed in conversations that spanned cultures, history, and the wonders of Irish magic. The Irish Coven's commitment to creating an experience that celebrated (Y/N)'s uniqueness had resulted in a birthday celebration that was as enchanting and diverse as the Irish landscape itself.

Under the starlit Irish sky, surrounded by the sounds of music and laughter, (Y/N) felt a deep sense of gratitude for the Irish Coven's unwavering support and love. The birthday celebration had become a symbol of the coven's reverence for tradition, their respect for individuality, and their ability to create an atmosphere of magic, unity, and celebration.

✭ Mexican Coven :

In the vibrant heart of Mexico, the Mexican Coven was bustling with energy as they prepared for a special event: (Y/N)'s upcoming birthday celebration. The Mexican Coven, known for their zest for life and rich cultural heritage, had decided to plan a gender-neutral celebration that would embrace (Y/N)'s individuality.

Huilen, the leader of the Mexican Coven, took the lead in organizing the festivities. With her strong connection to her roots and her deep appreciation for traditions, she believed in creating a celebration that would reflect (Y/N)'s diverse interests while honoring their shared love for culture and unity.

Nahuel and Yul, the siblings known for their warmth and charisma, were tasked with arranging the decorations. The communal area was adorned with a burst of vibrant colors, papel picado banners, and intricate Aztec patterns. The decorations exuded a sense of joy and celebration, reflecting the coven's love for life and (Y/N)'s individuality.

Nahuel, who possessed the power of rapid healing, was responsible for curating the entertainment. He envisioned a celebration filled with music, dance, and activities that celebrated the richness of Mexican culture and the diversity of (Y/N)'s interests.

Huilen and Nahuel, who shared a deep bond as aunt and nephew, took the lead in creating the guest list. The coven had invited individuals from various walks of life, all of whom shared (Y/N)'s values of inclusivity and respect for personal identity.

As the day of the celebration arrived, the Mexican Coven members worked together to infuse their preparations with the spirit of Mexican culture. The air was filled with excitement and anticipation, as the coven members prepared to create a celebration that would reflect their love for tradition, culture, and (Y/N)'s uniqueness.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the picturesque landscape, (Y/N) entered the communal area to find it transformed into a lively fiesta. The coven members, dressed in attire that blended cultural heritage with modern flair, greeted (Y/N) with warm smiles and gestures of welcome.

Huilen stepped forward, her presence exuding a sense of wisdom and grace. "Dearest (Y/N), we gather here to celebrate your individuality in a way that honors our Mexican heritage. The Mexican Coven has drawn inspiration from our rich culture to create an experience that celebrates your diverse interests."

The celebration began with a lively dance performance, led by Yul. The energetic and rhythmic dances seemed to encapsulate the vibrancy of Mexican culture, as the coven members and (Y/N) joined in, creating an atmosphere of joy and unity.

Nahuel's storytelling session became a journey through Mexican history and folklore. The tales were told with a blend of enthusiasm and reverence, connecting (Y/N) to the rich tapestry of Mexican culture and the coven's love for tradition.

The highlight of the evening was a musical performance that combined traditional Mexican instruments with modern melodies. The sounds of mariachi music, guitars, and trumpets filled the air, creating a festive ambiance that captivated (Y/N) and their guests.

As the night deepened, the celebration moved to an open courtyard illuminated by colorful lanterns and fairy lights. The coven members gathered around a bonfire, sharing stories, laughter, and a sense of camaraderie.

Yul raised her glass in a toast. "To (Y/N), a cherished member of our coven. May this celebration remind us of the beauty of embracing our diverse heritage and the power of unity that transcends all boundaries."

As the celebration continued, (Y/N) found themselves immersed in conversations that spanned cultures, history, and the wonders of Mexican tradition. The Mexican Coven's commitment to creating an experience that celebrated (Y/N)'s uniqueness had resulted in a birthday celebration that was as festive and diverse as the Mexican culture itself.

Under the starlit Mexican sky, surrounded by the sounds of music and laughter, (Y/N) felt a deep sense of gratitude for the Mexican Coven's unwavering support and love. The birthday celebration had become a symbol of the coven's reverence for culture, their respect for individuality, and their ability to create an atmosphere of celebration, unity, and joy.

✭ Romanian Coven :

In the enchanting landscapes of Transylvania, the Romanian Coven was a hive of activity as they prepared for a special occasion: (Y/N)'s upcoming birthday celebration. The Romanian Coven, known for their mystique and their deep connection to history, had decided to plan a gender-neutral celebration that would embrace (Y/N)'s uniqueness.

Vladimir, the ancient leader of the Romanian Coven, was at the helm of organizing the festivities. With his centuries of experience and respect for tradition, he believed in creating a celebration that would reflect (Y/N)'s diverse interests while honoring their shared love for history and the supernatural.

Stefan and Valentina, the siblings with an air of elegance and mystery, were entrusted with arranging the decorations. The communal area was adorned with deep jewel tones, intricate patterns, and hints of medieval motifs. The decorations exuded an aura of timeless charm, reflecting the coven's connection to history and (Y/N)'s individuality.

Vladimir, who possessed the power of illusion, was responsible for curating the entertainment. He envisioned a celebration that would blend elements of the supernatural and the historical, creating an atmosphere that would captivate (Y/N)'s imagination.

Vladimir and Valentina, who shared a bond forged through centuries, took the lead in creating the guest list. The coven had invited individuals from various walks of life, all of whom shared (Y/N)'s values of inclusivity and respect for personal identity.

As the day of the celebration arrived, the Romanian Coven members worked together to infuse their preparations with the mystique of Transylvania. The air was filled with a sense of anticipation and intrigue, as the coven members prepared to create a celebration that would reflect their love for history, the supernatural, and (Y/N)'s uniqueness.

As the sun began to set, casting an ethereal glow over the ancient landscape, (Y/N) entered the communal area to find it transformed into a scene that seemed to come straight from the pages of a Gothic novel. The coven members, dressed in attire that combined elegance with a touch of otherworldliness, greeted (Y/N) with enigmatic smiles and gestures of welcome.

Vladimir stepped forward, his presence exuding an air of mystery and authority. "Dearest (Y/N), we gather here to celebrate your individuality in a manner that aligns with our history and the supernatural. The Romanian Coven has drawn inspiration from the realms of mystique to create an experience that celebrates your diverse interests."

The celebration began with a dramatic performance of illusions, led by Vladimir. The illusions seemed to blur the lines between reality and fantasy, captivating (Y/N) and the coven members with a sense of wonder and enchantment.

Valentina's storytelling session delved into the rich history of Transylvania and the coven's own past. The tales were woven with a blend of intrigue and reverence, connecting (Y/N) to the mystique of the region and the coven's love for tradition.

The highlight of the evening was a musical performance that combined classical compositions with haunting melodies. The sounds of violins, pianos, and other instruments filled the air, creating an atmospheric ambiance that captivated (Y/N) and their guests.

As the night deepened, the celebration moved to a candlelit hall adorned with antique furniture and ornate chandeliers. The coven members gathered around a table laden with a feast that seemed to transcend time and culture.

Stefan raised his glass in a toast. "To (Y/N), a cherished member of our coven. May this celebration remind us of the beauty of embracing our individuality while staying connected to our history and the supernatural."

As the celebration continued, (Y/N) found themselves immersed in conversations that spanned centuries, mysteries, and the wonders of Transylvania. The Romanian Coven's commitment to creating an experience that celebrated (Y/N)'s uniqueness had resulted in a birthday celebration that was as mysterious and diverse as the region itselt.

Under the starlit Transylvanian sky, surrounded by the ambiance of history and the supernatural, (Y/N) felt a deep sense of gratitude for the Romanian Coven's unwavering support and love. The birthday celebration had become a symbol of the coven's reverence for history, their respect for individuality, and their ability to create an atmosphere of mystique, unity, and celebration.

#x reader #x reader oneshot #x reader one shot #twilight coven #olympic coven #volturi coven #denali coven #egyptian coven #amazon coven #irish coven #mexican coven #romanian coven #twilight scenario #twilight x y/n #twilight x reader #twilight #twilight imagine #twilight x you #twilight x gender neutral reader #twilight imagines #twilight masterlist

[simpfordemetri]

Maggie every time someone talks

#maggie twilight #irish coven #twilight fandom #twilight fanfiction #twilight incorrect quotes #twilight imagine #the twilight saga #twilight #twilight shitposting #twilight saga

[slocumjoe]

ways people write the companions that make me go hmmm

Gage excluded because I haven't seen enough portrayals of him

Cait; Poor Cait has such confusing, odd writing choices that I can’t blame anyone for doing this, but...when she’s boiled down to either Tough Irish Gal or Traumatized, with little dimension. Again, Bethesda does this themselves in text, depending on ??? so it’s not, like, a big deal. My advice for writing Cait is to remember that she exists outside of being Irish or Traumatized. She’s read/read about Freud, for example. So, she presumably learned to read, likely self-taught. If she read something psychology related, she must have taken an interest in it. That sort of thing. The best way to write Cait is to not take the obvious answer, because Cait’s depth itself isn’t obvious.

Curie; When people write Curie as a stupid, horny, smol bean 2 gud 4 dis world, i throw up in my mouth. Same as Cait, this is Bethesda’s fault. They have a habit of going for funny dialogue instead of sensible. There is no reason for Curie to say half the shit she does, she says it because someone thought it was funny, or worse, sexy. I’d recommend going through Curie’s likes/dislikes and dialogue even more so than I do other companions. Curie has a lot of edges if you go looking for them. Y’know Covenant? Curie supports Covenant. Also, she’s literally a robot in a human body. She’s 200+ years old, too. Make her fucking weird. Y’know how elves/fae are? Like that. Bonus if you make her friendliness off-putting. Being friends with a doctor gets annoying, speaking from personal experience. Also, being a doctor, she knows all about sex and sexual pleasure. She’s not confused what a dick is

Hancock; please acknowledge other aspects of his character beyond horny, sad, or high. He has them, I swear. Do you even know his parents’ names? No. You care only about ghoul dick or stoner jokes. He’s not even a stoner, he does the Fallout equivalent of meth/adderall. Much like Deacon, he does and thinks about other shit. I joke with Hancock as well, but you might notice that none of my actual reacts/headcanons open and close with shit like “he huffs some jet with one hand, fingers you with the other, and thinks about how he sucks”

Danse; i promise you, Paladin Danse is not hypervigilant of people’s asses/tits/dicks/whatevers. He’s not imagining having sex with your busty Sole every time he looks at them. That’s not just not Danse, it’s also very creepy and dehumanizing to both Danse and Sole. Is Sole not more than their tits? Other companions get the too-horny treatment as well, but I see Danse getting it worse of all. Sometimes he’s written as absolute manchild regarding sex, knowing literally nothing, same as Curie. I say Danse doesn’t know what jerking off is as a joke, but he probably knows. But Chronic Virgin Danse is usually a light-hearted joke, Hypersexual Danse is just fucking weird. It gets into unhealthy territory. Like...Danse wouldn’t want to fight people flirting with his crush. He wouldn’t even get aggressive if he was dating Sole. He’s not a hotheaded asshole. Annoyed at best, rude at worst. It’s giving Fifty shades/Twilight/After. 

Deacon; You guys know that when Deacon takes a shit, he isn’t dedicating it to Barbara, right? He isn’t dedicating it to his own redemption, or saving synths? He isn’t thinking up a cool lie to make about the shit-taking? When he has a drink of water, he isn’t like, “Barb used to drink water.” or “The U.P Deathclaws drank water” or “I’m gonna say I killed a behemoth with a water bottle!” Deacon has other thoughts and motivations beyond the meme or the sad. I can’t judge too much, because Deacon himself would approve of being thought of like this, but good god. Just let the dude be a dude sometimes. Let him shit in peace. 

MacCready; might be because he’s the most solidly written, but very few complaints with most MacCready stuff. Him being a little perverted is in character, he’s 22. However, I have seen people straight up forget Duncan and Lucy. It’s okay, though. So did Bethesda.

Nick; Also usually solid, the most common crime is that aforementioned After Shades of Twilight writing. Nick is not a possessive dude. He’s even less likely than Danse to get aggressive over his partner. Yeah, sure, he’s a cop, but is that really the fantasy you want? Really? 

Piper; I have...famously strong opinions on Piper, but good god. Blue this, Blue that, I’m gonna write about this, this’ll look good in my paper, I’m putting this in the news. Oh my God. You’d think Sole was a fucking SMURF with how many writers call them Blue. You’d think Piper dragged her writing press behind her like Sisyphus heaving his boulder along. Same as Deacon and Hancock, SHE DOES OTHER SHIT. People bend over backwards trying to work in the fact she’s a reporter. Same as Cait, the obvious is not interesting. 

Preston; fuck the settlement jokes, I hate it when Preston is turned into an UwU soft boy baby cinnamon roll 2 gud 4 dis world UwU sunshine sweetie pie cutie. Whenever someone does this, they don’t actually like Preston. They have no thoughts, no feelings, they just...I don’t know, want to be contrarion to Preston haters? “Imagine not liking Preston, couldn’t be me ;333″ you realize this is racist, right? Like, you know infantilizing black men is racist? Oh my God you don't know this is racist

X6-88; SPEAKING OF FUCKING RACISM. The highest discourse I’ve seen around X6 is calling it ableist to HC him as autistic, but that is NOT the biggest issue with X6 writing. X6-88 is best described as, like, a very expensive, very spoiled cat of a rich, Old Money asshole. You know the Evil Stepmother’s cat in Cinderella? That bitch. That’s X6 in a nutshell. That’s how you write X6. I’m not even going to get into the racist ass portrayals of X6 because fuck is it tiring, just gonna leave you with this; X6 is best when you see his character for the humor and genuinely interesting philosophies in it, and not when you see him as a BDSM hardcore porn big dick sex god dominant daddy who likes spanking. 

#fallout 4 #fo4 #paladin danse #preston garvey #piper wright #nick valentine #x6-88 #robert joseph maccready #x6 discourse makes me so tired #its also Bethesdas fault like with everything else but omg #the coldest takes. yall have the coldest takes with this man

[witchcraftandgeekness]

TVD X Six of Crows crossover almost nobody asked for

Kaz Brekker

(i tried to make vampire!Kaz aesthetic. The problem is, it looks like simple Kaz aesthetic)

In 20's his brother was killed by his sire but Kaz was turned. This traumatic event lead to Kaz's touch aversion, which made feeding much harder for him. Nowadays he gladly uses blood bags.

Kaz lead the gang called the Dregs in Amsterdam for years. He also formed his supernatural crew, the Crows. When the Original Hybrid contacted him, promising a big reward for kidnapping the doppelganger, Brekker couldn't resist the oportunity.

(i have no intention of erasing Kaz's disability, his leg was injured before his transition therefore he is still limping and uses cane)

Inej Ghafa

Inej Ghafa, the vampire of Nepali origin, who was turned by Kaz, which saved her from Tante Heleen, the witch known for making magically-induced contracts. She is called the Wraith for her ability to move soundlessly, even for vampire hearing. Inej had mastered her control and doesn't feed on humans (unless they really, really deserve that).

(i wanted to make her muslim but it somehow didn't work. Ravkan Saints are clear allusion on Russian saints, which are from Orthodox Christianity. Also I gave her Nepali origin because of Amita Suman)

Jesper Fahey

Jesper is a part of Dregs and the Crows. He was born in Australia (Novyi Zem is mentioned to be based on Australian colonies and i love Australia way too much), and went to college in Netherlands. Unfortunatally for him, things went wrong and he ended up working on Kaz because of his sharpshooter skills and secret magical abilities.

(i imagine Colm to be Irish who imigrated in Australia while Aditi is Indigenous Australian and a witch, zowa as their coven called themselves)

Wylan van Eck Hendriks

The only human in their gang, Wylan balances this by being a demolitions expert, and having impressive knowledge of alchemy and chemistry. He is proficient in music and graffiti art as well (because I said so). Later it was revealed that Wylan knew about supernatural from his father, who was the part of Amsterdam's Counsel of supernatural awareness (which wasn't an obstacle when Van Eck needed some magical help for his own profit). Like Kaz, Wylan was born in Netherlands.

Nina Zenik

Nina comes from Russia and more specifically, Grisha – that's how the coven that consists of witches from different Slavic bloodlines call themselves. For many centuries years the coven has been lead by heretic called the Darkling, who was searching for young witches with the proper heritage and recruting them in the coven. Nina was one of them. Until she met Matthias.

When she ended up in Amsterdam and Matthias – in the jail of local coven, she joined Kaz and worked on him ever since.

Later her magic experienced harsh shift, making her magical source rotate around death instead of nature and life. Among other newfound abilities, she now can see those on the Other Side.

Matthias Helvar

Matthias was born in Swedish werewolf pack that had long-term war with the Grisha coven. The youth go through an initiation by killing their first witch. Something went wrong with Matthias' first kill.

He became an outcast by falling in love with one of Grisha, Nina Zenik. He promised to protect her in life and death and proceeded to fullfil his promise. Even from the Other side.

I got hyped up by this AU and can do nothing about it.

#if anybody would like to make this idea into fic i wouldnt mind #just tell me guys i want to read it too #tvd x soc crossover #tvd au #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #nina zenik #matthias helvar #six of crows #six of crows au #shadow and bone

[aurora-by-jacqui-natla]

30. CAST OUT

AS WE ARRIVED BACK AT THE CULLENS HOUSE, the sun shone brightly through the trees. Most of the vampires had already left the Cullens. Vladimir and Stefan had vanished before we'd stopped celebrating. They were extremely disappointed in the way things had turned out, but they'd enjoyed the Volturi's cowardice almost enough to make up for their frustration.

Benjamin and Tia were quick to follow after Amun and Kebi, anxious to let them know the outcome of the conflict. I was hoping to see them again one day — Benjamin and Tia, at least. None of the nomads lingered, obviously. Peter and Charlotte had a short conversation with Jasper, and then they were gone, too.

The reunited Amazons had been anxious to return home as well—they had a difficult time being away from their beloved rain forest—though they were more reluctant to leave than some of the others.

"You must bring the child to see me," Zafrina insisted. "Promise me, young one."

Ness had pressed her hand to Bella's neck, pleading as well.

"Of course, Zafrina," Bella agreed.

Zafrina then turned her head to me. "And I'll see you one day."

"I sure will," I replied with a smile.

"We shall be great friends, my Nessie," the wild woman had declared before leaving with her sisters.

The Irish coven continued the exodus.

"Well done, Siobhan," Carlisle complimented her as they said goodbye.

"Ah, the power of wishful thinking," she answered sarcastically, rolling her eyes. And then she was serious. "Of course, Vladimir and Stefan are right. This isn't over. The Volturi won't forgive what happened here."

"They're not used to this kind of humiliation," Dad told her.

"I can see that," Siobhan laughed.

Edward then answered. "They've been seriously shaken; their confidence is shattered. But, yes, I'm sure they'll recover from the blow someday. And then . . ." His eyes tightened. "I imagine they'll try to pick us off separately."

"Alice will warn us when they intend to strike," Siobhan said in a sure voice. "And we'll gather again. Perhaps the time will come when our world is ready to be free of the Volturi altogether."

"That time may come," Carlisle replied. "If it does, we'll stand together."

"Yes, my friend, we will," Siobhan agreed. "And how can we fail, when I will it otherwise?" She let out a great peal of laughter.

"Exactly," Carlisle said. He and Siobhan embraced, and then he shook Liam's hand. Then, he placed his hand on Dad's shoulder, looking at him. "Try to find Alistair and tell him what happened. I'd hate to think of him hiding under a rock for the next decade."

Siobhan and Dad laughed again. Maggie hugged Ness, Bella and me, and then the Irish coven was gone.

The Denalis were next to leave, Garrett with them—as he would be from now on. The atmosphere of celebration was too much for Tanya and Kate. They needed time to grieve for their lost sister.

I spotted Edward and Jacob standing near a stream, watching the farewells unfurled. I walked over to them.

"Hey," I said to them. "You both okay?"

"We're fine," Edward replied. "It's just..." his eyes were drawn to Ness.

"You have a beautiful family," Jacob commented and we all looked at her. "She's gonna be around for a long time, isn't she?"

"A very long time," Edward said to him. "I'm glad she has you."

Jacob smiled and I sighed.

"Hey, Jake," I said and we looked at each other. "For the record, I wasn't really going to kill you after hearing about your imprinting."

"For the record, I found your reaction to be a little bit more aggressive than Bella's. But a lot more than Edward's."

We just laughed.

"So should I start calling you 'Dad' now?" Jacob then asked.

"No," Edward replied sternly.

"Now, now," I spoke. "It's too early to impress the in-laws."

Jacob and I laughed again. Then Ness ran into Edwards's arms and Bella joined us.

"Hey," Bella greeted us and took Ness's hand and put it on her cheek. She smiled. "Yeah. We're all gonna be together now."

"Don't hesitate to visit sometime," I said.

"Same with you," Bella grinned.

Then, I spotted Seth approaching us but his face was nervous.

"Jake, you need to go to La Push," Seth said and looked at me. "Including you. Your family is there as well."

Before I could say anything, Bella jumped in. "I thought vampires aren't allowed to be at La Push."

"Well, Sam allowed it to be the first time in wolf history."

Jacob hugged Ness and said goodbye to them. Edward, Bella and Ness said their goodbyes to us and headed to their home. Jacob and I gazed at Seth.

"When is it?" Jacob asked.

Seth stared at him with a puzzled look in his brown eyes. "I thought you knew. It's now."

"What?" Jacob and I yelled in unison.

Jacob shook his head and let out a growl. "Why didn't Sam inform me about it?"

"As I said, I thought you knew," Seth repeated.

"What is it about?" I asked him.

"Sam figured out about Leah and Ethan," he explained. "He figured out about her imprinting on him. He wanted to have all wolves — excluded Leah — to discuss what's happening now."

Jacob sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Okay, are they all at La Push now? Sam's pack and mine?"

Seth nodded. "And Violet's family."

I swallowed.

"We better get going," Jacob declared and we sprinted along the woods; he and Seth changed into their wolf form.

I just hoped the meeting will end smoothly.

It took me about forty-five minutes — for a vampire — to find La Push. And thankfully, the clouds covered the sun. I watched the town with great clear visions: oceanfront resorts, a seafood company, a fish hatchery, and a new marina. I then remembered hanging out with Bella and the guys from school (in my human life) when Jacob and his friends showed up. I remembered the beach and seeing the water crashing against the sand.

I missed La Push.

But there was no time for sightseeing.

Then, I spotted Jacob and Seth — back in their human form and walked into the woods. I followed. Among walking the path, I saw Ethan sprinting toward me and abruptly hugging me.

"Violet!" He shouted as he hugged me.

Awkwardly, I patted his head and he let me go.

"I thought something bad happened to—," Ethan began to explain in a panicked tone.

"Really?" I asked him. "I've got at least five powers on me and you're worrying about me? It's you and Leah that should be worrying about this."

Ethan pursed his lip and we began walking.

"I'm guessing you know what happened," I inquired.

"Yes," he sighed.

"And I'm also guessing that the rest of the family now knows about you and Leah."

"Well..." Ethan took a brief pause. "Uncle Jo and Aunt Ro knew about it before you did. Remember I told you that?"

"Oh, yeah? When did they find out?"

"Two weeks after the imprinting," he told me. "Uncle Jo did notice that I was going 'hunting' a lot —" he air quoted the word 'hunting' — "and when I came back, he started questioning me about my suspicious activity. I told him that I hunted a few deer. Then Aunt Ro placed her hand on my arm and saw my memories with Leah.

"That was when I told them everything: me and her and the whole imprinting thing. Well, as best as I can with the imprinting part." He chuckled. "I thought they were going to tell Mum and Dad about this, but then they said they understand. They understand it all. And they promised to keep it a secret."

"Until Seth kinda announced it to me," I said.

"Yeah," Ethan agreed and laughed. "And your face was priceless."

"I never thought that you two would be a thing."

Then, I caught sight of my family and Leah. Their heads turned to us with brief smiles. They were all standing in their duo but Leah stood alone. I hugged Mum and Dad — and they greeted me — as Ethan stood beside Leah.

"And I thought we were going to get a search team," Joseph said.

"Don't worry," I replied. "I still remember this place."

"And it felt strange for me coming back here as a whole," Rhona added. "It's funny how everything changed around here."

"That might be something I'll get used to," I told her.

I looked over at Simon and Alana. They both held hands with each other.

"How are you both feeling?" I asked them.

"Fine," Simon responded.

"Happy, actually," Alana replied.

"Really?" I said, confused.

"Yeah," she nodded. "Finally Ethan got himself a girlfriend."

"Mum..." Ethan muttered, embarrassed.

"You all are not helping," Leah moaned, rubbing her arms.

"I'm sorry, Leah," Ethan said to her. "I just... I just don't know what's gonna happen."

"It's okay," she sighed. "I don't either."

Then, I heard footsteps approaching us. My gold eyes caught glimpse of Seth and his face appeared serious.

"They're ready for you now," he said, looking at his sister and us.

Seth turned around and started walking forward; we followed him. It must have lasted a couple of minutes and we saw Sam's pack — all in their wolf forms — and three people in front of them: Billy Black, Sue Clearwater, and Quil Ateara III (or Old Quil as I called him). Billy was in his wheelchair while Sue and Old Quil was standing; Old Quil had his wooden cane by his side. I spotted Ayla standing beside Seth (who was in his human form); I smiled at her, happy to see her again. Ayla smiled at me back while holding onto his muscular arm.

She was probably here for showing support to Ethan and Leah.

I spotted Jacob standing beside Seth in his human form too. What was going on?

"I thought Sam was doing this," Leah whispered to Jacob.

And as if on cue, Sam emerged from the woods in his black wolf form. Leah sighed. "This isn't good."

"Step forward," Billy commanded, speaking to Leah, and she did so; she took three steps forward to them, and a few growls escaped from them.

We all watched in silence and with concern.

"Leah Clearwater," Billy began to speak. "We are all aware of your imprinting of the vampire." He locked his eyes over at Ethan and then back at her. "Is this imprint true?"

My gold eyes were puzzled. What did he mean by this imprint being true?

"Of course it is, Billy," Leah replied. "I felt the same feeling as you all were when you imprinted. My imprintee is more important to me than ever before."

The dark silver wolf — I learnt that it was Paul — snarled.

"And yet, this has gone against everything we've fought for," Old Quil added meekly. "You know the story of the Third Wife. Can you care to remind that?"

"She sacrificed her life to save her husband from the Cold Woman," Leah answered.

"So you do remember. Then why did you imprint on a cold man?"

There were many snarls and a few barks.

"Quiet!" Jacob screamed and the snarls and barks lowered into silence.

All eyes resumed on Leah.

"I don't know why it happened," she admitted. "I didn't force it on anyone. I didn't look for someone to imprint on at first but then, I did want to imprint or be imprinted on."

The gigantic thick brown wolf, Jared, huffed and Paul seemed to snicker at her comment.

"Give it a rest, Paul," Jacob said.

"What did he say?" Ethan whispered to Joseph.

"He asked who would imprint on her," he whispered back to him.

I let out a small gasp. The slight glare of anger was evident on Ethan's face.

"Would it change your loyalty to the tribe?" Old Quil asked her. "Knowing that you have put protection on the enemy?"

"No, my loyalty hasn't changed," Leah shouted. "They are like the Cullens whom you have a treaty. They feast on animal blood, not hurting people. I'm still protecting them."

"The question is, Clearwater, who are you protecting? The mortals or the Cold Ones?"

"I am still protecting the mortals. The only Cold Ones I'm protecting are my imprintee and his family —," Leah took a quick look at Jacob and back to them, letting out a small laugh. "Funny how you're not questioning Jacob's loyalty to you when his imprintee is half-vampire."

"Leah, don't—!" Jacob growled.

"It has been discussed," Sue finally spoke up. "And we accepted the fact knowing that the child isn't a threat."

Oh, for frock's sake. Couldn't they just leave Ness alone for five minutes? We just had a confrontation done and over.

"Because this is the first in history, Clearwater," Billy said. "You, the first female shapeshifter imprinting on a male vampire. These things are dangerously learned, but not just surrounding you. Surrounding many things in these times."

"Dad," Jacob grumbled, looking at them. "You've already made your decision. This meeting is just a formality!"

"What?" Leah said, clearly surprised. "What's been already decided?"

Silence.

Billy sighed. " We have reached a decision, though not all of us are in total agreement."

"It is the council's opinion that Leah Clearwater has committed treason against the pack," Old Quil declared. "And thus, she will be excommunicated from the Quileute Tribe."

The wolves snarled and barked with great volume. Ayla gasped loudly and Sue abruptly left, crying silently.

"What?! No!" Seth shouted, making me look at him, seeing his face squinting and tears trailing down. "You can't do this!"

"Your Quileute Tattoo will be stripped from you," Old Quil continued, ignoring the wolves' cheer. "And you shall forfeit all rank within the Black Pack."

Jared sauntered to Leah and lifted his right paw. His claws were long and sharp thanks to its sunlighting against them. And with a fast whoosh, the sound of fleshy rip invaded my ears. Leah screamed in great pain and two more whooshes occurred and then I smelt the wet dog's smelly blood. I covered my nose and mouth with my hand, blocking her scent. Leah pressed her left hand against her right upper arm, close to her shoulder. She fell to her knees, trying to hold back her tears and cry.

"Leah!" Ethan yelled and ran to her, falling to his knees beside her.

"Ethan!" Alana screamed, her motherly instincts running high, as Simon held on to her.

I saw the wolves glaring at the knelt duo. Their intense stares of dark and light debated as their minds lingered on what do to. I knew they wanted to kill Ethan right there on the spot.

"You all can't hurt him, remember?" Jacob spoke. "Whoever a wolf imprints on can't be harmed. It's our absolute law."

The wolves stared bitterly at them before trodded away into the woods.

"You will be branded as a lone wolf," Old Quil carried on. "You will still have your power and but you cannot take part in any pack or tribe meetings. Henceforth, you are barred from the Quileute pack and tribe."

I froze. I couldn't believe what I saw. They found out that Leah imprinted on Ethan - a vampire, a Cold Man - and they disowned her. Mum ran to Leah and checked her arm.

"We need Carlisle," Mum said.

Ethan picked Leah up and carried her in a bridal way and ran through the woods. I turned my head, seeing Seth and Ayla with their sad faces looking back at me. They walked towards me.

"I didn't know that will happen," Ayla whispered with a sad tone.

"We didn't know," Seth added, sounding scaredly calm.

"I know," I sighed. "I heard you."

We stared at each other in silence, shocked by what we have witnessed.

"Violet," I heard Dad calling for me.

With a glance, and with sadness, I bowed my head to them and ran through the woods.

Continue to EPILOGUE: YOU COULD’VE TRIED

#aro volturi #aurora #bella cullen #book two #breaking dawn #children of the moon #denali #edward cullen #fanfiction #irish coven #twilight #twilight saga #fanfic #vampires vs werewolves #werewolf #nightfall #shapeshifter #saga #vampires #jacob black #reading fanfiction #seth clearwater #leah clearwater #sue clearwater #billy black #sam uley #paul lahote #quil ateara #jared cameron #embry call

[killian-whump]

Which members (Colin character coven) shoulders would Gerry sit on?

I'm so glad you asked that, Nonny, because that is the cutest mental image I've had in my head for some time now. Like, seriously, I'm just gonna think about little Gerry sitting on everyone's shoulders whenever I need a little pick-me-up in my day. He'd be so happy up there, too... Seeing the world (the human world!!) from a totally different perspective, watching them eat human food with his eyes all wide and hopeful that they might share a bite...

I'd imagine some of them might be concerned that he'd fall off if they didn't watch him closely, but you know, Gerry has hundreds of years of experience in staying on his chair in the penny factory, so I think he'd have no problem staying on a shoulder!

Assuming, that is, that the owner of said shoulder doesn't call him an "oversized fly" and keep swatting at him. JJ hasn't seemed to cotton on yet to the fact that Gerry is literally good luck personified and having him on one's shoulder means absolutely everything will go their way for the duration of his visit.

Some of the coven members are a little quicker on the uptake than others, you know, and while JJ definitely has street horse path smarts galore, he's not really up on his mythical Irish creatures or super tiny people or 2D beings. He still kinda thinks Douxie's just a hallucination of some kind.

As for Gerry, he has his own limitations. He's still not entirely sure about this whole "3D" nonsense. Douxie's been very helpful, considering he's also 2D like Gerry is, and has what Gerry considers a very impressive amount of experience in living in the human world. For the most part, Douxie's done well in explaining that the 3D world is just like the 2D world, just with an added (and not entirely necessary) third dimension of depth. Gerry's still not really sure what that means, really, as one time he fell in a hole on a human "golf course" and he thought that had plenty of depth, but apparently not the kind of depth Douxie means.

At any rate, Douxie hasn't corrected Gerry's other confusions about the 3D world, namely because he doesn't understand them either. Most alarmingly, neither of them can figure out why this 3D world seems to be comprised entirely of dudes that all look the same. Oh, the hair's a bit different, some of them have a scar (the same scar!) while others don't, some are clean-shaven and some aren't... but really, I mean... it's pretty obvious to them both that these are all the same guy. And none of them seem to notice it.

And they all seem to think the 2D folks are the weird ones. Pfft. That's just plain silly.

ANYWAY, given their similarities and their growing habit of sharing a grilled cheese sandwich whilst observing the strange 3D creatures around them, Douxie would be the definite winner if we were to clock who spends the most time with Gerry camped on his shoulder.

But don't count the Hooks out of the running. They're definitely amongst the quickest-witted of the coven, especially when it comes to spotting sources of good luck. I mean, you don't live hundreds of years and survive all the shit Hook's survived without that. And we know Hook's a superstitious sort of fellow, so he definitely knows just what Gerry is - and would be first to notice the uncannily lucky benefits of having Gerry around. In fact, we should probably keep an eye on some of the less-redeemed Hooks, lest they try to smuggle him out of the coven and take him to Vegas...

It's probably a good thing JJ hasn't figured anything out yet.

Of course, most of them are quite aware of what Gerry seems to be. But given his 2D form and the fact that most of them come from the Land Without Magic (as Hook calls it), there's a big difference between knowing he's "a leprechaun" and believing he's an actual, literal leprechaun that brings luck everywhere he goes. Some are a little more open-minded than others, but some are just giving Gerry a wide berth while they consider the growing menagerie of 2Dness in their previously-entirely-3D world.

Don't even get them started about Abe. Nobody's quite sure what his deal is, and every time he tries to tell them who what he is, these train whistles start going off... and there isn't even a train here.

#colin character coven #the adventures of gerry

[jessicanjpa]

16 and 28 for Maggie on the sensory ask list

(from the Sensory Asks list)

16. An object that comforts or calms them?

Maggie has two: her cláirseach (small harp) and the silver necklace Siobhan made her. Playing her harp is comforting because of the music and the focus required to learn a new skill, especially when she was a scattered newborn. But let's take it up a level. Maggie's discomfort with lies might have an upside: hearing truth can be comforting and pleasurable. So imagine the joy and rest she feels when she finds or composes a song that allows her to sing something truthful to herself. Music has a way of touching all of us deeply with a truth deeper than spoken words—it's possible this effect is heightened for Maggie when it comes to certain songs.

More about the harp here, more about the Irish Coven's jewelry here.

28. Do they have any sensory triggers related to past trauma (sounds, objects, scents, etc.)?

Maggie's gift is basically one gigantic trigger so I think I'll give her a break on this one. (Plus I just can't think of one.)

#Inbox #Maggie #Music #Jewelry #Ask game #Ask list #Headcanon #Tale of Years #Gifts #I have a couple more of these asks to answer but feel free to send more! #These types of asks really help me sort out my own headcanons

[lowkeynando]

The Demon's Covenant is a 2010 novel by Irish author Sarah Rees Brennan. It is published by Simon & Schuster. It is the second book in "The Demon's .." trilogy, the first being The Demon's Lexicon, released in 2010, and the third, The Demon's Surrender, released in June 2011. The Demon's Covenant is a 2010 novel by Irish author Sarah Rees Brennan. It is published by Simon & Schuster. It is the second book in "The Demon's ..." trilogy, the first being The Demon's Lexicon, released in 2010, and the third, The Demon's Surrender, released in June 2011. Early scholars discussed the role of the devil.

Scholars influenced by neoplatonic cosmology, like Origen and Pseudo-Dionysius, portrayed the devil as representing deficiency and emptiness, the entity most remote from the divine.

According to Augustine of Hippo, the realm of the devil is not nothingness, but an inferior realm standing in opposition to God. The standard Medieval depiction of the devil goes back to Gregory the Great. He integrated the devil, as the first creation of God, into the Christian angelic hierarchy as the highest of the angels (either a cherub or a seraph) who fell far, into the depths of hell, and became the leader of demons. [4]

Since the early Reformation period, the devil has been imagined as an increasingly powerful entity, with not only a lack of goodness but alsos CLONES

[therealvinelle]

Where do vampires without a home stay?

Within their territories, if they have one.

Most nomadic vampires have no set home, but they reside more or less within a certain perimeter. You get the Irish, the Egyptians, the Romanians, or the Amazonians.

Those who do not have a specific territory, such as Garrett, or James' coven, seem to just be wherever they want to be.

As they don't need to sleep, nor seek shelter, vampires have no need for a residence.

If they have material belongings they can't be lugging around all the time, I imagine they find a place for those belongings, likely someplace inaccessible to humans. Bitter tears are cried as human technology, driven by zealous archeologists and hobbyists, means more and more vampire troves are uncovered.

#twilight vampires #twilight #twilight meta #twilight renaissance

[aquanova99]

Why do you think Liam wasn’t with Siobhan and Maggie in Midnight Sun, because I know the official excuse is that he just doesn’t like leaving Ireland, but it seems odd to me that Liam was willing to separate from his coven and just not see them for however long they were gone.

I think Midnight Sun should mostly be ignored tbh 😂

To somewhat try and figure this out I imagine that it wasn’t that he didn’t want to leave Ireland but that Siobhan asked him to stay. Maybe they were about to try and inherit Siobhan’s old home again. I personally think that she wanted a bit of Maggie time and after seeing Carlisle they went off and had a little side quest of their own. Siobhan enjoys talking to just Maggie and I feel sometimes there are things you say to one that you don’t want to say to another so Siobhan wants to check in on her and make sure she’s still alright where she is. While Siobhan trusts Carlisle I imagine everything that concerns Maggie is kept quiet.

As for Liam… I imagine Liam is pacing from the time they leave to when they come back. Maggie brings him back a gift and all is well because his daughter thought of him???? 🥹<- his reaction

#aquas asks #maggie irish coven #siobhan irish coven #liam irish coven #irish coven maggie #irish coven siobhan #irish coven liam #twilight irish coven #irish coven twilight #irish coven imagine #irish coven

[panlight]

Is it actually canon that the Cullens are the largest coven after the Volturi? Thoughts on that? Vampire politics and all that? I see a lot of stuff about the Volturi feeling threatened by the Cullens because of their large coven, but isn't there like 3+ times the number of Volturi? Is the canon (or do you have thoughts) about why covens seem to be so small?

As far as we know they're the next biggest after the Volturi.

The canon of why covens tend to be small (3 is considered large, most covens are--allegedly--just a mated pair) is that because vampires are by nature territorial and always in competition for human blood and so they just kind of fight a lot and end up killing each other.

The vegetarian covens avoid this because--again, allegedly--the animal blood diet takes away that sense of competition and allows them to form stronger bonds of family and love. But . . . I mean does it? Garrett has his whole speech, but the Denali sisters and their "mother" had a strong family bond even when they were people eaters. The Irish coven seems devoted and united but I guess you could ague that's Siobhan's gift. The Amazons are devoted to each other. Benjamin is loyal to Amun despite, you know, everything, and Twilight doesn't have an obligatory bond between a creator and their . . . creations? like some vampire mythos do, so THAT's not it. The Romanians, in SM's canon at least, aren't a mated pair but finish each other's sentences. Clearly they have a true bond of something.

We have a show vs tell problem here (again). She SAYS the vegetarians are more able to form stable bonds of love (outside mated pairs) but then shows . . . plenty of non-vegetarians who seem to have non-mate bonds that are pretty darn strong.

The Volturi get away with being so big because they have Chelsea to force everyone's loyalty and Corin to keep them content. But honestly that's so much less interesting to me than the idea that the Volturi get along because of prestige ("It's an honor to serve!") or fear ("We have to get along because otherwise we get Jane or Alec's gift used on us."). Just having magical characters who magically makes them all get along is boring in comparison and makes Aro seem less interesting and less savvy. I always imagined the Volturi as a cutthroat royal court with alliances and intrigues and Machiavellian motives, like a chessboard, and Aro watching over it all and keeping it in balance by playing everyone off of each other based on things he's read in their minds. "Chelsea keeps them loyal and Corin keeps them addicted to her contentment power" is just way less interesting and way too easy for me.

#asks

[ashintheairlikesnow]

For Vampire Chris! What if he and Jake went to a museum and came across some of Tooley's paintings? And Chris has a panic attack! We would finally get some Jake comfort. And maybe Chris would reveal more horrible things that Tooley had done to him.

CW: Discussion of death, blood, vampire whumpee, caretaker and whumpee

The sun sets early in the winter, and it's the only reason they can make this work.

Chris is barely awake even so, sipping from a coffee cup Jake filled with the contents of one of his blood packs, hoping he doesn't trip and spill and lead to Jake having some very awkward, panicked explanations to make to anyone nearby.

He'd slept in the truck Jake borrowed from Nat most of the way over here, curled in the passenger seat. He looks for all the world like any high schooler who stayed up too late the night before, dragged out by his family, forced to go learn when all he wants is rest.

Chris is draped in a hooded sweatshirt pulled on over his head, hair mussed from sleeping in the closet in the little nest-bed he made for himself in there. It sticks out like stray from beneath the hood he's pulled up, coppery strands occasionally covering his eyes and making him shove them out of the way with a snort that has no right to be as adorable as it is, considering the monster who makes the sound.

Not a monster, no. Not really.

Or his monster, anyway, the same way his mother is his mother. Jake is starting to understand the little vampire - more than three times his own age - has chosen him for family now.

The sweater he wears is kind of a joke, actually. Jake bought it weeks ago from a website that puts the covers of books on clothes, and it's an old cover image from Dracula.

Jake thought it was funny, anyway. Nat was less amused. Chris only smiled and said something about being happy the hairy palms thing isn't true.

The air is chilly, and Jake shivers a little as they head in from the parking lot across a small sidewalk next to a park and toward the museum itself, but of course Chris doesn't even notice. He seems to be enjoying it, the way it blows around his hair as they make their way slowly up the steps and past the row of Grecian-style columns that mark the entrance.

Jake has to visit for one of his classes, an extra-credit something-or-other, and Chris had asked to go along with him.

Jake had been hesitant, but seeing the way the vampire's green eyes sparkle as he moves around in public like any other person, well... he feels like he made the right choice to bring him along now.

"Finish up your drink, you can't take anything in once we pay and get past the lobby," Jake says, and Chris nods, gulping the last of the blood as fast as he can as they push through wide double-doors. Jake tries not to imagine how it must feel, swallowing thick congealing cooled blood. Someone's life, someone's heartbeat, down your throat...

Really, is he that much different? Jake has eaten a dozen cows' worth of beef in his life.

Does Chris see them all as just livestock? He doesn't act like it, but then, there are people who treat pigs or cows like pets and not like food...

His stomach flips a little and he forces himself to look around, up at the chandelier at the high ceiling, the heavy wooden desk they have to walk to off to the side to get their tickets. To stop trying to understand if Chris is a sort of stray they've adopted, or if he's a higher-level predator living with prey.

Once Chris drops the cup into a trash can, Jake throwing a couple wadded-up tissues on top so no one can accidentally see the smear of red around the edge of the lid, they buy their tickets, and wind their way through and past the little velvet ropes that mark off the entrance.

The museum opens before them into a grand hall, with paintings the size of two-story buildings on either side, permanent installations in the museum. Commissioned for its opening, sometime back in the 70's.

Jake picks up a brochure so they know which way to go - LGBTQ+ Art in Pre-War America is the temporary exhibit he's here to see, traveling work that is usually housed in the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City.

"Oh, nice, it's on the first floor. Looks like you go through a couple of 'specialty' rooms, just showing off stuff from the in-house collection. Sounds cool, right?"

Chris, looking from side to side at the gigantic paintings that hang on the walls in the opening hall, hums softly, a tuneless constant sound. He doesn't answer Jake's question. He hums often, and Jake barely notices any longer, but there's something edged to it, now. As if just being around the paintings is making him nervous.

"Okay, little man, let's go over here." He touches Chris's arm, lightly, through the thick fabric of his sweater. The vampire looks over at him, smiling with his lips pressed together to hide his teeth from any potential prying eyes.

He follows easily, but he sticks closer to Jake than he normally does, and his eyes are constantly roving. They move through an exhibit of Pre-Colombian pottery first, on their way to the room in the back where the temporary showcase is.

Jake watches Chris's fingers twitch with the urge to touch, to learn by feeling the bumps and ridges in the ancient clay, and how he holds back as best he can. His urge to lift the clear protective plastic boxes right off the pottery so he can get at it is nearly physically painful.

Jake pretends not to see it when Chris's fingers trail along a column, settling for the white-painted rectangle the pottery is balanced on, taking in the rough texture smoothed by the matte paint.

"Did you ever meet anyone like you that was old enough to have made stuff like this?" Jake asks, stopping in front of a water jug in the shape of a man playing a flute with a dog at his feet. The dog wears a carved smile marked with disturbingly human-looking teeth. The paint it must have been covered in is worn by time, leaving the reddish-brown of the clay behind, with the faintest streaks of white still in the crevices.

"No," Chris replies, tilting his head, making direct eye contact with the statue in a way he never quite can do with any real person. Not comfortably, anyway. Jake has seen him force it and shudder afterwards, overwhelmed. When he'd asked about it, Chris had said he never liked looking at anyone's eyes, even before, when he was alive. It's too much, was all he would say. It's always too much. "None, um, none of us live that long."

"Why not?" They're alone in the room. It's the only reason Jake feels safe asking.

Chris's tongue runs over the sharpening bumps of his growing-in fangs, pressing against them, easing the itch and the ache of their return. After a second, he pulls a plastic bat on a cord from inside his sweater and puts the bat into his mouth, chewing on it idly, jaw working. "I, I, I don't know. That's just what what what my, my, my pack told me."

"I thought vampires lived in covens."

"No." Chris doesn't elaborate on this one. He can be weirdly secretive about how he lived before he came to Nat's, before he was pulled out of a basement, a living drug for a wealthy asshole.

Secretive, or just forgetting whatever wasn't essential.

He moves away to another pedestal, a shard broken off of a larger vessel, marked with a deep white and intense black angular design. He hums again, and Jake takes the hint and leaves him alone.

They spend several more minutes looking over the pottery before they head through a second room full of what must just be the favorite pieces of museum employees, as there doesn't seem to be much rhyme or reason, and each little card with the name of the piece and its maker has a paper next to it with a note on why each employee loves this piece in particular. Chris lingers around older things, a woven tapestry from medieval England, landscapes from the 19th century. He stares for a while at a painting called The Country Path by Joseph Poole Addy, a pale watercolor of winter trees with bare branches breaking the line of sky and a woman bundled in a coat carrying a basket down an equally colorless road.

Chris's humming getting louder, and he rocks a little, forward and back, his eyes moving again and again through the lines of the painting.

Jake wonders what it is about this one specifically that catches Chris like that, and when the vampire finally moves on he checks the employee's statement. Joseph Poole Addy, Irish painter in the 19th and 20th centuries, blah blah, something something countryside... Jake frowns, and glances over at Chris, who isn't looking back. He's moved on to something else.

Jake decides to ask him later.

They make it to the exhibit they're here to see, and Jake whistles under his breath as he enters. There are vibrant, saturated paintings lining the walls, a couple of large sculptures on the floor that still are taller than he is, a few smaller ones on pedestals. The work is mostly figurative, although there's some early abstraction there, a hint of the contemporary push to take even figurative work out of simply being an echo of a real life thing.

Chris looks at a sculpture, his head cocked so far to the side it looks almost birdlike, not quite human. Jake thinks his own neck would ache for days if he tried to do that. "Must've been, um, later," He mumbles to himself.

Jake files that away in his mental list of things to talk to Chris about later.

He walks slowly along the line of paintings. The whole point of being here is that he's supposed to pick a specific piece and write a short essay about it and the artist who made it, prove he saw it in person.

The class itself is about how to encourage better outcomes for healthcare in marginalized populations - but if she's giving out extra-credit for looking at queer art, well, Jake is happy to spend an hour in a museum.

After his dismal performance on the last test, he could use whatever credit he can get. Besides, the exhibit is actually kind of cool with that in mind. Every one of these artists was in some way outside of the sort of het ideal, and Jake smiles a little as he catches the heaviness of a look between two men seated across a table from one another, looks over the clasped hands of women, sitting with everything from shoulder to hip touching, who are listed as 'friends visiting the riverbank'.

Art that celebrates, hidden in plain sight. Art that rebels by sliding details in under the surface where only those looking for them will find them.

Each piece has another little paper, although this just has details about the artist and their work, what they were known for. He can use it as a jumping-off point for his paper, anyway.

"You, you, you finished her," Chris whispers, standing in front of a sculpture of a woman with her head thrown back as if in uproarious laughter, a woman with curls expertly carved so that her hair seems to have been there before the stone it's made of somehow. "I wonder if she, um, if if if she saw it."

"What'd you say, Chris?" Jake blinks, pulled out of his own internal reverie.

"Nothing," Chris responds, and walks slowly around the statue. The woman's smile is a shining light in the room. No one could carve like that without being at least a little in love with the subject.

Jake wanders away and then comes to an abrupt stop before a large painting, probably taller than Chris is. The background is near-total darkness with only a suggestion of stone, a single beam of light shining down to illuminate the central figure.

A naked boy clothed only in scraps of torn cloth that only emphasize his nakedness everywhere else is crouched in terror. His knees are bent and his feet are on the floor, one hand holding his weight with fingers slightly curled, his spine bent and arched as if he is caught in the midst of turning to look up to find the direction of the light. His other hand is thrown out, as if trying to ward off an attack.

He bleeds from a dozen or more places, the blood curving perfectly around his form, giving it extra weight and heft that makes it seem like he'll step out of the canvas, grab Jake, and shake him.

Jake's heart starts to race as he stares.

There are bones littering the ground around the thin, wasted boy, not bleached but sort of yellowed, marked with little notches as if cut with a knife. There might still be bits of skin attached to some of them, a hint of muscle. The detail makes Jake sick, but his panic, that comes from something else entirely. Just behind the panicked boy there is a body, as if just fallen, the eyes still open in the final terrified throes of death. The body's fingers are still dug into the dirt floor as if the dead man had been trying to pull himself somewhere, to escape.

A skull watches with eerie cheer from one corner of the painting, a few teeth missing and knocked out from its garish grin.

Barely visible, a thin wash of grayish-white, there is a pale, gnarled hand near the bottom reaching out from the background as if to grab the boy's ankle and drag him into the darkness.

Count Ugolino's Last Son, oils, 1932, reads the little plaque beside the painting. Its faint brassy shine glints in the carefully calibrated light. Edward Tooley, 1907 - 1936.

Jake swallows, but the lump in his throat doesn't budge, and he swallows again. And again. He can't take his eyes off the boy's painted hair, a dirtied copper, strawberry-blond badly in need of a wash. The wide green eyes with their terror writ large and clear, painted with lovingly perfect detail.

The boy in the painting is the perfect identical twin of the vampire who is still staring at the sculpture on the other side of the room. The fear in his face is so expertly done as to seem more photographic than painted in oil. The blood that drips to the ground follows his anatomy with absolute perfection. The bones are not bleached by they so often are in paintings, no, these...

These...

Jake holds his phone up and takes a photo, and then another of the little plaque.

"Chris." His voice cracks and Jake clears his throat. His heart is still pounding. "Chris, come look at this."

"Yes, Jake," Chris answers, sounding a little faint, and then he seems to simply appear at Jake's elbow, the teenage boy who has seen two world wars and a half-dozen smaller, stupider ones.

He goes still at Jake's side when he looks up. Jake looks over, just slightly, glancing sidelong to see a look of something like... wistfulness on the vampire boy's face.

"Tooley," He breathes. His hand goes up, and out, and he would have touched the canvas if Jake hadn't reached out and grabbed on to stop him. Chris jumps a little and turns to meet Jake's gaze. His eyes are pink-tinged in the whites, as if he's holding back tears. "Is, is, is he famous?"

"I guess. He's... he's here, isn't he?"

"He always wanted to, um, to to to to be famous." Chris's eyes move over the details, but it's not with surprise, it's with easy familiarity. He's seen this painting before.

He's been this painting before.

"That's you, isn't it?" Jake asks in a hushed voice. "Like, that was really you."

Chris looks away again, a faint flush in his cheeks. He's full enough of blood for it to happen, and you'd never know he isn't alive if you didn't already. "Yes," He whispers, and wipes at the corner of his eye with one hand. "That, that, that's me."

"Were you his model?" Jake blinks, looking back over the painted twin of the vampire beside him. The fear in the boy's face, woven in with a kind of awful resignation. It's all so perfectly rendered.

"Yes. Sort, um. Sort of. He, he, he kept me in a room." Chris exhales, slowly, and his eyes shift over to the paper with the little bit of biographical information on it. Edward Tooley's early works focused on landscapes or retreads of common historical subjects, only to find greater excellence and focus when he began to paint, again and again, the same figure - a representation of the darkness of the human soul - he stated appeared to him and demanded to be portrayed... art historians believe Tooley was driven by the demons of the Great War that had taken his family from him one by one to seek out uncomfortable subjects that force viewers to see the damage humans do to one another...

Chris's nose wrinkles as he reads, his lips moving slightly with the words as he takes them in. "I never did that. Never, um, wanted to be painted. Also, um this, um. He was... wasn't... he wasn't... wasn't like the paper says."

Jake looks over, reads it himself. Gregarious, sociable, popular with the libertine art crowd... he frowns. "What part is wrong?"

"This." Chris points, this at least he can safely make contact with, and presses the pad of his finger under a sentence that reads took inspiration from the ugly side of the city hidden under its shining lights. "He, he, he he didn't care about anyone in the city. He thought everyone who, who who who who-who wasn't him was, um, was stupid."

"What did he care about?" Jake imagines telling his professor that instead of an essay, he's going to bring in a vampire who literally knew one of the artists in person. How she might react.

Probably call the cops and report an unsecured vampire loose on the streets. But maybe she'd listen to what Chris had to say first.

"Blood," Chris says, softly. His voice is getting lower and lower, until it's barely more than a whisper. "Pain. Fear. Being... being the the the the last person who, who saw someone. He, he, he, he liked to lay them out and paint them, liked me to, to, to... arrange them for him."

Jake's eyes go unwillingly back to the dead body behind the scared boy in the painting. The grasping fingers, the open eyes that look sightless, lifeless, at nothing at all. When he looks, he can see - more suggestion than made clear - that the body's throat is torn open, as if by an animal's teeth.

Now, only now that he's looking for it, does he realize there is the slightest hint of red tears on the cheeks of the painted boy, a sheen of pink on his teeth where he begs for mercy from the grasping singular hand coming out of the dark.

His stomach flips again. "Chris, are you saying-"

"His, his, his name was Ben." Chris nods at the dead body in the painting. "I asked. Before..." He gestures, a little vaguely. "That."

Jake feels a sudden, wild urge to look up missing persons cases from New York City in 1932. See if there's anyone named Ben on there. He knows without having to do so that there definitely will be.

"What happened to him... after?"

"I don't know. I, I, I was never let out when Tooley was gone. I... wonder how, how, how many of me there are." Chris looks up at the echo of his own face, his head tilting again. His lips tremble, just a little, and then part to show the hint of white teeth wet with pinkish saliva. "On walls, in houses, in... in places like, um. Like this. How many there are... is, is, is, is that what I still look like?"

Jake clears his throat again, looks down at his feet. This feels, suddenly, like he's walked in on someone looking down at his own dead body in a funeral home. Interrupting a moment so immensely private it shouldn't even exist.

"Yeah," he says, a little gruffly. "Yeah, that's it. More or less. Except I hope I scare you less than that. Also you wear a lot more clothes with us."

Chris laughs - it's a huff of sound, barely-there. Then he turns away from himself. "We, we, we can't see ourselves, in mirrors," He says, and he's got the little plastic bat back in his hand, rubbing his thumb over the carved silicone. "But I have mirrors everywhere. On these walls."

He goes suddenly terribly still. He isn't breathing.

He doesn't have to, but the realization that he isn't even pretending is a jolt of awareness of exactly how dead Chris is. He leaves the exhibit, and Jake is left to scramble after him, struggling to catch up to someone he should be able to easily outrun.

He breaks into a flat run when they get outside the double-doors, jumps the steps three at a time with grace, and runs across the grass and towards the stand of trees halfway across the park. Even Jake, who works out four days a week, is breathing hard and has a hitch in his rib by the time he catches up.

He finds Chris curled up under a tree in the evening dark, the stars starting to twinkle overhead as the sun finally allows them a clear night sky to shine in.

Jake drops to his knees, ignoring the damp that seeps into his jeans from soil that still hasn't dried since yesterday's rains, and he leans over, putting a warm hand to either side of the vampire's face.

Chris looks up, his eyes glinting like a cat's briefly in the dark, and there are trails down his cheeks, his lips pulled back from his teeth in a snarl that is anything but angry.

No, this is grief.

This is loss.

Jake knows the feeling.

"Talk to me," Jake says softly. "Tell me what it was like, what it's been like for you. Tell me about the life you've lived before I knew you."

"It, it, it hurt," Chris whispers, and his own hands cover Jake's. They're the same temperature as the air around them, and Jake shivers a little. It's almost a chill. "Every time. I, I, I try not to kill, Jake, I try so hard, but but but he would keep me so hungry and I couldn't-... stop..."

Jake thinks about the robbers Chris killed - for him, to save him from them - and how he'd locked himself in the closet afterward. Had he cried like this, over taking lives even when in defense?

"The museum thing said this guy Tooley died in 1936. He was only, what, twenty-nine? Did... did you-"

"Yes." Chris's voice is thick but it's not quite with regret. "I was hungry. He, he he he he didn't bring food. I was so hungry... then I was, um, was alone for a while... then, then, then, then then then I was taken for, for, for the, um, the trade, for my v-venom, and..."

"Got it. I got it, Chris. It's okay," Jake says, softly. "It's going to be okay. You're with us, now. And we'll never, ever make you hurt someone that way. We'll never make you go hungry. We'll never hurt you or use you."

Chris ducks his head, rocking forward until it knocks into Jake's shoulder, and Jake slides his arms around the vampire's shoulders, listening to his soft, muffled sobs, wondering how red his shirt will be stained by the time the vampire's tears have been cried out.

The same mouth that tore out the throat of a dead body that lays in a painting on the wall is so close to his neck it would take less than an inch for him to bite down. Even without fangs, he could lock his jaw and break the skin.

The same dangerous monster that has killed likely dozens to stay alive, the same stalking predator that has been the last sight of far too many, cries in his arms. Just a teenage boy who has been lonely, and terrified, and hurt for too long.

A teenager... and a monster that hunts prey after dark. Jake tightens his arms around Chris, holds him tighter.

It doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter how long he's been alive, not really.

He's just Chris.

That matters more.

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I Put a Spell on You Pt.11

Werewolf!Finan x Witch!Eadith

CHAPTER ELEVEN - Power

Request:  Can I prompt you? Witch!Eadith works at an animal sanctuary. When a wolfdog is dropped off she realizes it’s cursed & smuggles him out to her home at a nearby caravan park to break the curse. Eadith ends up hiding Werewolf!Finan by passing him off as her absentee boyfriend til she can reunite him with his pack. Who, btw, doesn’t care for human stuff like personal space, clothing, or being parted from his new mate even when she doesn’t know she is because she’s too busy hiding them from hunters.

WARNINGS: angst, violence

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Watching Finan walk out the door was harder than Eadith ever could have imagined. In her mind it was always her leaving him. Returning him to where he belongs and then setting off alone in a world where she feels a little less whole but accepting of her fate.

This was something else entirely.

Finan had walked out with the rest of his pack with confidence; jaw set, and shoulders squared, fire dancing behind his warm brown eyes that threatened to set the whole world ablaze.

From her seat at the window Eadith felt displaced, like her existence didn’t quite make sense anymore now that he had left her. Something in her screamed to run, to abandon whatever she had found in Finan and do as her brother had done – save herself. But the other voice was louder, a feeling so strong Eadith could barely contain it. It was the pull to seek Finan out, stand beside him as he fought for his family, for his home.

She wanted to cry as she watched Brida’s coven emerge from the treeline, but she was still too proud, too tired to let the tears fall. Eadith could feel the violence roll off them in waves, her stomach churning as she took in their numbers compared to the pack and Aethelflaeds coven.

Their numbers were too few and their opponents hate was too great.

Eadith had seen this before and her family had died.

Clutching her necklace Eadith tried to centre herself before she started reciting every protection spell she could remember.

The action would prove to easier said than done when the taunts started, Brida’s voice shrill as she goaded Uhtred.  

‘And you think that you’re able to just walk away? Why should you get to live happily ever after what you’ve done to me?’ Even from three stories up Eadith could see how Uhtred battled with her words, his signature revealing the sadness and shame he kept from his demeanour.

Finan’s voice broke the silence and Eadith felt her heart stop.

‘And who gives you the right to play judge, jury, and executioner? What makes you any different Brida?’

‘Oh, how the hounds howl to defend their master.’ Brida laughed without humour, her eyes fixating on the Irishman. ‘I should be thanking you Finan, none of this would have been possible without you.’

Brida let the silence linger like the smell of death, enough time for everyone to come to the same conclusion. Eadith watched Finan’s head drop, and she felt the hairs on the back of her neck prick as a chill went through her.

They had led them right to Uhtred. From the shelter to Eadiths home, from there to the forest and Aethelflaed’s home. The whole time, even when she thought that they were safe, they had been hunted. But how, they had been so sure?

The question seemed to occur to Finan at the same time, his voice steady as he spoke, the tiniest amount of denial slipping through.

It was a young witch that answered him, his voice dripping with arrogance.

‘Of course, we could track you, you Irish mutt, from the moment you found your mate. Poor little witch was so enamoured she couldn’t keep her signature to herself. Little drips of pretty purple and silver left all over the place.’ Amusement rippled through Brida’s coven.

‘I wonder if that’s the only thing she spreads so easily.’

‘When you die boy, mine will be the last face you see.’ Finan’s voice cut through the laughter, every word a promise. It was all Eadith could focus on to keep herself grounded. Her stomach dropped, and she forced herself to swallow the vomit and guilt.

Mate.

The word rolled around her head as every part to the puzzle fell into place.

Every touch, every glance, every almost-something-more. She had been fighting her head and heart for days and yet with one word, the weight of it, the implication, hushed every argument she made. Her loneliness and fear and commitment issues over the last decade had all been one big cosmic joke.

Her heart pounded painfully in her chest as she watched the punchline shift from man to beast. The shift changed the energy in the air, the threat of violence teetering from one side of the scales to the other.

The collide was unceremonious, teeth and claws and screams and magic.

It was carnage.

It was electric.

Eadith felt every spell, every vibration as power made itself known on the battlefield.

Signatures soaked in black and the ground beneath her feet slick with blood, energy being pulled and manipulated.  

Eadith found herself running towards it, letting herself be consumed by it as she entered the fray.

Her hands moved on their own accord, her lips reciting spells she had promised herself she would never use.  

Without warning Eadith felt warmth envelop her hand and a surge of power through her veins. Whipping her head to her left Eadith came face to face with one of Aethelflaeds witches. Eadith’s first reaction was to pull away, but the witch shook at her and then reached for another witch, and then another.

As new hands joined the line Eadith felt her magic grow stronger. It was like every atom in her body doubled its vibration, her blood running so hot it might as well have been molten lava.

The witch recited words Eadith had never heard but her heart understood and with a single breath, Eadith embraced them.

She closed her eyes as the spell took form, feeling it build in her and the others and then feeling the rush as they fired. Eadith could tell from the screams that they hit their target.

She felt unstoppable as they worked together, channelling their magic through each other, directing it where it was needed.

The fight was nearing its end when Eadith felt the connection break. Next to her the witch fell, her eyes wide and afraid as she coughed up blood. Behind her stood one of Haestan’s hunters, a knife in his hand.

The other two witches scrambled to get away, but Eadith dropped to her knees, cradling the girl in her arms. Blood soaked Eadiths hand as she tried to apply pressure, tripping over her words as she willed the witch to hold on.

‘Not so mouthy now, are ya?’ The hunters voice was mocking and Eadith felt her grief turn to rage. The curse flew past her lips with venom, her eyes trained on the hunter, but he lunged at the last moment.

Eadith felt the weight of the hunter as he landed on her and every inch of the knife as it dug into her flesh.

The Eadith felt weightless.

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Life (Part One) (Alec Volturi)

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I wrote this story back in 2017 so stuff like my spelling and or grammar won't be the best. Yet I found this story and wanted to share it with you all! I might rewrite it someday as I feel the story is quite rushed, but for now, please enjoy this little story 17 year ol' me wrote.

Somewhere, in a beautifull green meadow, far into the Irish grounds, sat a young and beautifull woman. Her skin was fair, her lips filled and her eyes a beautifull electric blue. The wind was playing with her goldenbrown locks as the girl was making gracious movesments with her hand, a single rose beginning to grow. The girl smiled as she let the flower bloom, it's beautifull white leaves spreading. The girl plucked the flower and it only seemed to bloom more. A snap of a branch made the girl look up, only to find many angry and scared villagers. "Get the witch!" a woman yelled. The girl got scared and the flower that once bloomed in her hand withered away. The girl started running through the forest, many villagers following her close. Her lightblue dress flowed behind her as she ran, her barefeet being cut by the sharp rocks on her path, but she didn't stop. She ran, and ran until she no longer could hear the angry villagers behind her. Exhausted she fell to the ground against a large oak tree , slowly letting the tears fall. Where her tears would fall, dark red roses started to bloom. The girl looked at them and slowly felt better. it wasn't like she had chosen to have the gift. Her mother had always told her that the Godess had given her a great gift, the gift of life and that she should cherish it. Sadly her mother had passed away a year ago and the villagers had grown more hostile towards the girl. The girl grew tired and layed down, a small bed of fresh green grass around her to let her sleep well. "Poor thing." an angelic voice sounded above the girl. "Are you sure it will be smart to change her Hilda?" another voice spoke, only a slightly harsher one, yet it remained angelic. "I believe this girl deserves it, Victoria." the first angelic voice spoke again. "I believe her name is Maeve, she lived in the same village as I did before I was changed." a third voice could be heard. "Very well. She will join our coven." Hilda spoke again. Maeve layed still, too scared of what these angelic voices meant. Soon, a sharp feeling punctured her arm. Maeve quickly sat up, holding her arm as a warm feeling started to spread form the wound. Maeve looked up to find five beautifull women infront of her. But much time wasn't given to examine these beautifull creatures as the warm feeling started to feel warmer, spreading more into her body until it felt like her insides where burning. A scream escaped Maeve's mouth as she fell back onto the ground, holding her arm close to her. "Shh, it is alright. Don't fight it." Hilda said, trying to sooth the girls pain slightly, but to no avail. The burning pain had reached Maeve's heart as it was pumping the venom through her veins, burning every cell away. And so, her three days filled with the feeling of being on fire started, until her heart stopped beating and her immortal life began.

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[aurora-by-jacqui-natla]

23. PRE-BATTLE BONFIRE

AS THE SNOW FELL AROUND US, we set up a camp in the woods. The nomads stood still as Jacob brought some wood from the fallen trees and dropped it on the ground. I did help him out by making sure no snow was touching the woods. When I got up, I spotted Ben with his index finger up and a little flame emerged on his fingertip. I gave him a smirk before his whole hand turned into a flame and threw it into the woods.

The fire rose, gleaming with the warm yellowish orange and bright white among it. I could imagine the warmth surrounding the cold winter night in the woods. I knew that the fire would destroy me yet I still admired its majesty and beauty. I never knew that something that could hurt you turned out to be beautiful.

"That's what I'm talkin' about," Jacob said, smiling at Ben, and walked to a log. "Little pre-battle bonfire. Telling war stories."

Jacob sat next to Ben and I sat beside him. He looked across the fire and sees the other vampires standing still. Zafrina and Senna held hands as they stared at each other. Maybe she was showing visuals to her sister as a coping mechanism before the war.

"Or just standing there like frickin' statues," Jacob commented which somehow made Ben chuckle.

I let out a sigh. "We could entertain ourselves while we wait," I suggested.

"Like what?" Ben asked.

Suddenly, before I could answer him, Garrett spun in and sat next to us by the fire. He must have heard us from afar.

"Name any American battle," Garrett told us. "I was there."

Is any American battle? Well, crap. There goes my knowledge of American history. And thankfully, Jacob thought of one.

"Little Bighorn," he replied.

Little Bighorn? I never heard of it. Or maybe it was and I wasn't paying attention.

"I came this close to biting Custer," Garrett answered, his finger and thumb barely touching each other. "But the Indians got him first."

Just then, Kate spun in and sat on Garrett's knee.

"Try Oleg's assault on Constantinople," Kate added. "He didn't win that one on his own."

"If you're talking battles," I heard Liam speaking and his coven sat next to him. "You're talking about the Eleven Years' war. No one does rebellion like the Irish."

"You lost the Eleven Years' war," Garrett commented.

"Aye. But it was one hell of a rebellion."

"Woah, okay," I said. "I seriously need to know. What happened at Little Bighorn and the Eleven Years' war?"

"It marked the most decisive Native American victory and the worst U.S. Army defeat in the long Plains Indian War," Jacob explained. "The demise of Custer and his men outraged many white Americans and confirmed their image of the Indians as wild and bloodthirsty."

"The Eleven Years' war was the Irish theatre of the Wars of the Three Kingdoms, a series of civil wars in the kingdoms of Ireland, England and Scotland," Siobhan then explained. "All ruled by Charles the First."

A few other vampires - the rest of the Denali and Peter and Charlotte - started to come over to the campfire.

"It has changed Ireland forever," she continued. "The long-term causes of the war were colonisation and religious conflict there but the short-term cause was the destabilisation of English politics. The rebellion saw massacres of both Protestants and Catholic civilians."

"You better be not talking about Oliver Cromwell," I heard Joseph yelling and I saw him coming over. "I hated that pratt."

"I was just about to mention him," Siobhan replied with a stern look. "With his involvement with the invasion of Ireland."

For some reason, that name rang a bell. I think I read about him in a history book. I turned my gaze to him.

"Was he the guy who banned everything and took over Britain?" I asked him.

"That's why I hated him," Joseph replied bitterly, his gold eyes staring at the fire, and looking at me.  "Hence I was a Cavalier."

"Really?" I asked, shocked, and he nodded.

"It was two years after I was turned when I joined," Joseph explained. "Of course, I did use a fake name. Henry Gabriel. The first name is after my brother, and the surname is after the man who gives me a second chance to live."

"Didn't the Cavaliers lose to the Roundheads?" Liam questioned. 

Joseph's face turned stern and slowly moved his head to Liam. He pointed at the Irish vampire. "Shut up," he muttered, making Liam chuckle.

Then, Ethan came over and sat between me and Joseph.

"You guys talking about wars?" Ethan asked and I nodded. "You know, I was in a war. The Second World War."

I snickered and shook my head. There was no way in hell that Ethan could be in the Second World War.

"Yeah, Ethan," I said through my laughter. "Nice try getting in the conversation but it has to be more realistic than that."

Ethan's face sternly stiffened. Then, Joseph tapped on my shoulder and I looked at him.

"He was in the Second World War," Joseph replied.

I smirked but it slowly disappeared when I stared at his serious face. Then, I eyed Ethan.

"You were really in the Second World War?" I said astonishingly.

"Yep." Ethan nodded. "I was around fifteen when it started and it wasn't until three years later was when I joined. That's when I discovered my family are vampires."

My eyes widened as the rest of them sat around the campfire.

"We decided to join," Simon said. "Mostly because of Alana's paranoia."

"You can't blame me," Alana spoke. "I'm his mum."

"Technically, Gabriel, Joseph and Simon went to war," Mum jumped in. "While Alana and myself were back in London keeping it going."

I turned my head to Rhona. "Where were you at?" I asked her.

"Feeding humans and trying not to get noticed," she replied. "Not an exciting life compared to them."

"At least I had a story to impress you," Joseph smirked at her.

"Or showed me," Rhona laughed, hugging his arm.

I thought about Ethan's human time at the war. Simon told me about him turning his stepson when Ethan was twenty-one.

"Hey, Ethan," I said and he looked at me with his gold eyes. "How did you become a vampire?"

"Well, I was in his office informing the general that I had done my mission," he began. "Must have been around ten-thirty at least. I was heading out when I spotted a man attacking a woman. He was saying something in German so I didn't quite make out what he was saying. Then, I saw their symbol."

He said with disgust in his voice. "He was dragging her into a van and I ran with great speed. I pulled the man off him and started punching him. Then I felt a sharp pain in my stomach and I pressed my hand against it, only to see my blood coming out."

I blinked and pursed my lips together.

"I couldn't recall exactly what happened but I just remembered waking up three days later as a vampire," Ethan ended.

Then, I turned my head over to a tent where Bella was caressing her daughter's hair as Renesmee slept in her sleeping bag. They looked so peaceful together. It must be so unfair for them to have your forever starting only to possibly end it all in a heartbeat.

As more vampires — and a few shapeshifters — gathered around the fire, I decided to leave and climbed up a tree. I sat on a branch and saw the sun rising. The orange light pierced the sky with its sunlight and I could see little glitter sparkling on my hand. The little diamonds embedded in my pale cold skin. I returned my gold eyes to the sun.

"Aurora," I heard Simon speaking next to me.

I flinched, his presence caught me off guard. "What?" I asked him, confused.

"Aurora," he repeated himself and turned his head to me. "It's my way of saying dawn. And it's breaking the night."

I smiled and looked back at the sun. Breaking dawn approached us. It was my first time seeing the sun rising.

And it could be my last.

Continue to 24. CONFRONTED

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