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spooky-bunnys · 11 months

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I absolutely love how you write, it's so light and fresh, so genuine that it's a delight to read! I just love your profile ✨🖤🌸

It may be one of Edward Cullen x MaleReader! Edward leaves MaleReader when he meets Bella convinced that she was his true love but breaks her heart in the process, MaleReader is rude and charismatic at heart but it affected him so he just walks away from the cullens and moves on with his life falling madly in love with a man who later discovers that he is a demon who roams the earth in search of his own happiness and both come together for it. Both begin to love each other and join the Volturi for battle as spectators taking care of collateral damage and guarding the injured, both were a power couple in the Volturi coven. Edward just watches helplessly as his old love was more than happy with his new family and love.

Warning this is a slight crossover with Black Butler. But I hope you enjoy!

New and Better Family

Edward ANGST

(Name) had always been there with him. Through everything. How does he get repaid? Getting replaced. By a fucking human. A HUMAN OF ALL THINGS! He was done. (Name) was in his and Edward's shared room. Packing a bag. Emmett and Jasper stood in the door way. Trying to talk him out of leaving. Rosalie knew exactly how he felt and thought he deserved to leave if he wanted to. Alice?

"(Name) your over reacting! You should be happy!" (Name) ignored her. Continuing to pack his bag. Carlise was calming Esme down in his office. When (Name) announced he was leaving, Esme immediately tried talking him out of it. She didn't understand why he was so upset. She knew him and Edward were mates. But Edward kept saying he found his true mate. Then practically threw (Name) aside.

Zipping up the bag (Name) shoved the three out of his way running out of the room and out the front door. He left the Cullen's resident and coven. When he was far enough he finally felt it. The mate thread broke. He felt to his knees holding his chest. It hurt. But what hurt worse? Seeing someone you gave everything up for....give you up. (Name) growled standing brushing the dirt off him and headed back....home.

When he arrived back in Italy he felt broken. He knew how his father figure was gonna react to not only him coming home but....the fact that he let Edward do what he did. When he arrived to the castle the guards immediately bowed. The Vampire Prince returns. He quickly made his way to the throne room. Throwing open the door and throwing his bag at a random guard member. Throwing himself into his uncles arms.

Marcus upon seeing the broken mate string immediately held his nephew close. He knew the feeling all too well of losing a mate. Caius jumped from his throne about to march over but seeing his son cry in his brothers arms knew something was up. So he sat back down grumbling lowly. Aro looked confused but pleased that his nephew returned. When he went to ask something Marcus rose a hand to him.

When their hands made contact Aro's face dropped. Oh that stupid Cullen boy. He released his brothers hand and grabbed his other brothers arm leading them out of the room. Giving the two privacy. Caius began arguing about how he needed to stay by his sons side when Aro explained what he saw. (Name) catching Edward cheating. How Edward explained that Bella was his true mate. How he was tossed aside for a human girl. How his mate string is broken.

Caius saw red. He was ready to declare war against the Cullens. Ready to destroy the coven for how that boy and the seer treated his precious son like trash. Aro gently grabbed Caius's shoulders. "Wait brother. Before you do that give (Name) time to properly heal before trying to destroy those he holds close." Caius frowned deeply. It was true his son held some of the Cullens dear. He sighed and nodded. First thing he needs to do is comfort his son.

Upon reentering the throne room Caius saw how his son was asleep on Marcus. His power still amazed him. (Name) could sleep and eat like any human. But his vampire powers were more powerful then anyone the kings know. Which is why he was so special to the Volturi. Caius made his way over and carefully lifted his son into his arms. He nodded to his brother before making his way to his son's wing of the castle.

Once (Name) was in bed and covered Caius sworn revenge for his son. He never wanted to see his son like this ever again. He'd make sure those who broke him will pay. With not only their lives, but their happiness. Caius ran a hand through (Name)'s hair knowing it calmed him down. Once (Name) was better he'd introduce him to the new guards, his wife, and everyone in the Volturi.

It didn't take as long as (Name) thought it would to heal his broken heart. Being surrounded by his old and new family's love was something he was grateful for. It was when (Name) decided to leave the castle to feed did he find his true mate. A tall man with shiny black hair. Eyes that told a thousand stories. A smile that made him feel things Edward never did. And a touch that was more addicting then anything. (Yes. You are mated to Sebastian. Cause he's better then Edgelord Edward)

When (Name) told his family about his true mate many things happened. Aro was overjoyed knowing his nephew finally got what he deserved. Marcus was confused upon seeing the string which was uch different then anything he's seen but still happy for (Name). Caius. Well. He didn't react too well. Since (Name) had been sneaking out of the castle for nearly a year to be with his mate.

"What is the meaning of this?!" Caius roared. Seeing an unknown person all over his child. Caius was ready to rip his head off and burn his body and dance in the ashes. Marcus spoke up silencing everyone. "Truly remarkable." Upon seeing the confused faces around him he held his hand out to Aro. Who gleefully took it. And started laughing madly upon seeing the true mate string. But it was different. "Just what are you?" Aro asked speeding into the man's face.

The smirk on the man's face didn't waver. Only grew. "I am a Demon. I've been searching for love and happiness for centuries. Until I stumbled across little (Name) here." (Name) was shocked and hurt. His mate was a demon? Why didn't he tell him? The male stuck his hand out to Aro. Smirk still plastered on his face. "I'm Sebastian." Aro took his hand and frowned upon getting nothing from the male.

Sebastian smirked more seeing the frown. "Sorry to say this but your power doesn't work on me." Aro smiled. Seeing the statement as a challenge. Oh he liked this Sebastian. "(Name)? Darling what's wrong?" Everyone turned to (Name) who looked extremely hurt. "Why didn't you tell me you were a demon? I knew you weren't human and told you what I was...." Caius stood from his throne and made his way to the couple.

"Well. Maybe it's because there is a law against it." Caius threw out there. Hoping to cheer his son up. Which worked. (Name) nodded knowing that every species have rules. Caius then glared at Sebastian. "Well since you are the mate of my son I will introduce myself. I am Volturi King Caius. Father of (Name)." Sebastian then looked surprised before smirking broadly.

Sebastian dipped (Name) making him squeak. "Oh~ so your royalty? Well then this is gonna be fun." (Name) then growled and shoved him away blushing. "Stupid flirty demon." Caius smiled. He missed seeing his son so happy. He hoped nothing will damage their happiness. But sadly Caius had jinxed it. Cause not much later the Volturi received an invite to the wedding of Edward Mason Cullen and Isabella Marie Swan.

(Name) threw the invitation into the library fire. After spending decades together Edward refused marriage. Now a few years with a human and he gets married? (Name) was growling and cursing every word in the Italian dictionary. Sebastian chuckled and wrapped his arms around (Name). Bringing him to lay against his chest. Sitting them in (Name)'s favorite chair. "Aww what's wrong my angry prince?"

(Name) glared at him and punched him in the chest. Sebastian didn't react. (Name) frowned more before he sighed. "It's just...we spend a very long time together. I proposed every decade because I knew he wouldn't but he rejected me every single time!" (Name) threw his arms up. "Then some clumsy clown of a human stumbles into his life and he throws me away like I'm some animal carcus." Sebastian leaned into (Name)'s ear before speaking softly.

"Just imagine though. If he had agreed, we never would've met." (Name) freezes. He was right. (Name) didn't need that stupid Edgelord. He had Sebastian. Who actually loved and cared for him. "Why don't we get married?" (Name) stopped breathing. Did he hear that right? "What?" He asked breathlessly. Sebastian chuckled. Seeing his normal hateful mate speechless. "I said let's get married."

(Name) turned and looked at him. Trying to see if he was serious. Sebastian was. He as holding out a ring with a (size) red gem. (Name) smiled widely and threw himself more into Sebastian screaming out a yes. The kings (mainly Caius) broke the door down. Wondering what was going on until they saw the crying (Name) with a ring on his left ring finger. They each cheered (except Caius he roared at the Demon for not asking him permission before giving him his blessing).

The wedding was wonderful. Many covens and demons came. Including Sebastians son figure Ciel who gave one look at (Name) before nodding tell Sebastian "He's good. Don't do anything bloody stupid." (Name) knew the two were gonna get along greatly and even invited Ciel to move into his wing in the castle. To which surprisingly he agreed. After the wedding and helping Ciel moving into the castle, Sebastian and (Name) went on their honeymoon to England.

(Name) loved the sights and culture. Taking many pictures and grabbing suviners for his family. But sadly the honeymoon was cut short when (Name) got a call from a furious Caius about the making of an immortal child. When they arrived back to Italy (Name) headed straight to the throne room. Annoyed that his wonderful honey moon was interrupted. But his mood worsen upon finding out it was his ex that was responsible.

"I knew he was stupid. But I didn't think he was that bloody fucking stupid." (Name) had a slight English accent from his honeymoon which not gonna lie Sebastian was enjoying. Very much. "What makes you so sure that they actually did make an immortal child? I mean this is Carlise's coven we're talking about. He may let Edgelord walk over him but he wouldn't allowed him to break such a law." He had a point. That's when Aro rose a hand. "We have a witness young (Name)."

That's all he needed to know before smirking widely. Sebastian felt a lustful shiver run down his back. 'Oh the way that smirk looked on (Name)' he thought. Ciel who was in the throne room shot his a disgusted look. "Now isn't the time to get horny you stupid demon!" He definitely fit in the family. It didn't take long for the Volturi to gather their own witnesses. When they were ready they immediately headed out.

When (Name) arrived on the battle field, the first thing he did was make eye contact with Edward. Who looked extremely surprised to see him. Sebastian growled loudly and dragged (Name) into his arms. Holding him close and tight. Ciel immediately understand the situation stepped in front of him. Sending a hateful glare his way. Both Demon's eyes were glowing red with murderous intentions.

(Name) placed a hand on Sebastian's right cheek and another on Ciel's left shoulder. Letting them know he was fine. Both stood their ground. Edward looked heart broken. That's when Marcus gave his hand to Aro who laughed like a phsyco. "Ah dear Edward! Was throwing away your mate worth spending eternity with your blood singer. Who is in fact NOT your true mate?" Edward frowned and glared at Aro.

(Name) smirked and opened his mouth. "We should really be thanking him Uncle Aro." Everyone on the Cullen's side looked shocked at the reveal. "Oh? Why is that young (Name)?" Aro asked with the biggest grin on his face. He knew where (Name) was going with this. "Well. If he hadn't thrown me away I never would've met my true mate." The Cullen side froze. Jaws dropped looking at him is disbelief. "Or gotten the son I always wanted."

(Name) pulled Ciel close and smirked at them. Ciel blushed looking away. Sebastian chuckled. "That's a lovely speech darling~" Sebastian turned (Name)'s face and kissed him passionately making direct eye contact with Edward. As if to say "Stay away. He's mine now". Edward looked away hurt. When Sebastian released him (Name) immediately elbowed him in the stomach blushing madly. He had covered Ciels eyes and was now holding him close.

"But yes. Thank you Edward. Cause now I'm the happiest I've ever been and it's all thanks to you." Edward doesn't know why he was so hurt and jealous seeing (Name) wrapped in someone else's arms. Their bond had been broken. So why was he feeling like this? He didn't realize what it was until the end of the battle. Which he had surprisingly lost. Be he knew if he was against (Name) he'd lose. But what surprised him was how well he fought with his new family.

A family in which Edward had given him.....by letting him go stupidly.

#male reader #x male reader #twilight #twilight x male reader #black butler #black butler x male reader #crossover

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anisrightarm · 2 months

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dating rosalie cullen girl x girl hc pleaseeeee

A/N: it’s been a MINUTE since I’ve seen twilight soooo🤷‍♀️trying my best

A/n 2:y’all it’s been a while since I’ve written anything so I’m sorry if it’s ass lol

Gf!Rose let’s you braid her hair if you know how but if you don’t she’ll yeah you!

Gf!Rose who trying her best! She knows she’s not easy but hopes you’ll never leave her

Gf!Rose who loves to match with you, shoes, hair, Clothes ect.

Gf!Rose who loves to wrap up on the couch and watch tv with you

Gf!Rose who walks through the halls with your arms linked talking about her day

Gf!Rose who drags you to go shopping with her and spoils you by buying everything you look at and then taking you to lunch

Gf!Rose who was scared you would hurt her in the beginning so she was very closed off, but you just wouldn’t give up

Gf!Rose who feels bad when she “sleeps” with you because she’s so cold

Gf!Rose who’s never gotten flowers before so when you bought a huge bouquet of white roses if she could cry, she would

Gf!Rose who hates you around Bella, she’s not worried but she just doesn’t like her and thinks you deserve better friends

Gf!Rose Who skips with you every 4th hour on Thursdays to have a picnic with you even though she can’t eat

Gf!Rose who expects luxury gifts and you can’t help but to give in because she gives you the sweetest look when she’s gifted the cutest ruby necklace

Gf!Rose that definitely gets matching promise rings!!

Gf!Rose who wants to marry you but is scared of rejection so she waits for you

Gf!Rose who loves the bond you have with her family! Her family is so important to her

Gf!Rose who refuses to sit anywhere that isn’t right next to you and intertwines your hands immediately

Gf!Rose who knows you love to read so she buys every book you talk about! And the biggest bookshelf

#twilight x reader #rosalie cullen x reader #rosalie hale #rosalie hale x reader #twilight headcanon

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jamilelucato · 2 months

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Unlikely - Emmett Cullen

Summary: Edward Cullen discovers a surprising secret when he inadvertently tunes into the thoughts of a fellow student, [y/n] [y/l/n], revealing her crush on none other than his brother, Emmett. As their unexpected connection unfolds, both face the complexities of love and the challenges of their supernatural existence.

Pairing: [y/n] [y/l/n] x Emmett Cullen

Universe: Twilight

Author's Note: So, I have had this in store for a while, waiting for the right time to post it. I feel like Emmett deserves I do it. Btw, I can't promise a part 2 or something like that. For an unknown reason, it's been hard for me to write characters kissing and stuff. But get them flirting below.

Info: Emmett here is supposedly enroled in the same year as Edward and Bella, because I wanted to keep him in school whereas I wanted Rosalie gone. Love Rosalie, though. I'm telling you this because it's not canon, so... there you go.

### Edward was the first to notice, of course.

He wasn't paying much attention until this girl's thoughts popped louder than the rest of the cafeteria.

Edward already had so much trouble — keeping tabs on Bella Swan — that his most minor concern was the other students at Forks High School.

But her thoughts were loud and clear. I can't believe it! I… I am crushing on him! Gods, embarrassing…

Edward Cullen frowned. He was always around teenagers, and more often than not, they'd find themselves in love. Why was this random girl's mental voice so loud and clear, then?

He's never paid attention to me before. He just borrowed me a pen. Get a grip on yourself, [y/n]! The girl's mind shouted, reprehending herself.

"What is it, Edward?" Bella asked, calling back his attention to her. Edward was curious about the other students, but no one in the world came before Bella Swan to him.

"Someone's called my attention," Edward answered, letting Bella grasp his hand.

"Good or bad?" she asked.

"A student," Edward answered, unsure yet if listening to the random girl's thoughts so clearly was a bad sign. "She's found herself crushing on someone."

Bella looked puzzled. "Oh, well. It happens to all of us," she jested but still looked worried. "Any idea why her voice is louder?"

Even after all those many months apart, Bella quickly understood Edward's gift. But the loud voice had disappeared.

"It was [y/n] [y/l/n]. But I don't know who she's crushing on that can be so bad…" Edward let his sentence trail off, looking around the cafeteria for the human.

Emmett's face lit up, and he chimed in. "[y/n]? I talked to her today in Biology class. She's my lab partner."

Bella moved her neck to face Emmett better. "I did not know that."

Emmett shrugged. "I mean, it's not like we interact. She's been my partner for a while in that class, but you know…" he didn't finish his sentence, embarrassed to tell Bella what he really thought. But Edward read it all in Emmett's mind: but I don't usually bother with humans.

Edward pressed his lips together, reacting to his brother's thought. He also didn't want to tell Bella that he agreed.

"But what was it about [y/n], anyway? Is she in danger?" Emmett asked, not showing his concern. To Bella, it all seemed like curiosity. But to Edward, well, he saw Emmett's thoughts trailing off.

"No, not at all," Edward nodded. "I don't think I've tuned to her thoughts before, that's all. It was just so loud a minute ago."

"Ah," Emmett let out. What was she saying? I know you won't tell me, but you sure as hell told Bella.

"What I said is what I heard," Edward affirmed, answering Emmett's mind.

"So she has a crush, good for her!" Emmett said, raising his tone just a bit but enough for Bella to notice.

Before Edward could intrude on his brother's reaction, Emmett left.

***

Emmett sat at his seat, tensed. Being a vampire and all, he had no need for breathing, definitely no need for oxygen. But it was a habit to do so, to get a grasp of scent and also to act more "human". However, that day, he felt like he was hyperventilating.

So Edward had heard [y/n] had a crush on someone. No big deal. Was she one of the funniest girls he ever met? Yes. Did she have such a crooked smile that made her more beautiful? Yes. Did she seem to always understand him, even when he barely spoke to her? Yes. But that meant nothing and would stay meaning nothing, for she was a human, and he was a vampire.

Emmett concluded it would have been better if Edward had not mentioned any of [y/n]'s thoughts. In fact, since Edward was always so focused on Bella, Emmett thought [y/n] would stay out of his radar. Goddammit.

"Hey, Emm," [y/n] said, catching Emmett by surprise as she sat beside him.

[y/n] was in many other classes Emmett was enrolled in, but Biology was the only course they actively sat together. Well, one time in English class, Emmett was left out of group partners, and [y/n] politely and unexpectedly asked him to join her group. But that had been one time.

He wouldn't admit it to his siblings, but [y/n] had caught him off guard. Emmett had been so distracted thinking about her that her scent passed unnoticed when she was finally there.

"Hi, [y/n]!" he replied, quickly cleaning his throat after noticing his "hi" had sounded a bit too high-pitched. He wished he had a nickname for [y/n] as she had, with time, shortened his name after the forced proximity. He had tried out some possibilities in his mind, but he was a man of his time, and just calling her by her first name and not simply "miss" was too much for his little mind.

"It's snowing today," she prompted, shifting her eyes from his face to the window nearby.

"I noticed," Emmett nodded.

"Do you plan to snow-fight your siblings?" she asked shyly after becoming embarrassed by his gruff reply.

Emmett's face lit up just a bit, and he hoped it was invisible for [y/n]'s human eyes. She's trying to make small talk, he concluded, smiling internally.

"You've noticed I do that, huh," he playfully leaned his head.

[y/n] smiled. "Last year, I saw you trying to hit Alice. She was quick though," she said, moving her shoulders as if to shrug, but not quite. "I just hope you don't plan to have your fight in the cafeteria again."

Emmett's eyebrows were eager to shoot up, but he controlled them just in time. So [y/n] had noticed him and his siblings since the year before. Of course, she had known Emmett since their first high school year — or should he say her first high school year? — and of course, one thing or another, she was bound to catch up about the Cullens. But to have detected him launching Alice a snowball... and to remember it, that was something.

"Be careful then," Emmett joked. "I can't make any promises."

"Oh, please," [y/n] rolled her eyes, shifting the way she sat so she could look to the front of the classroom. She continued without facing Emmett, "As if you would ever hit on me... I mean, on me! No! I mean, hit me! With a snowball."

Her face was so red Emmett thought her head was going to explode. Did humans' heads do that? Did they explode?

[y/n] saw he looked concerned, but she misinterpreted it. Emmett had barely noticed her slip in language use.

"I don't mean you would hit on me at all," she kept shaking her head as if to erase her language mistake. "Not that it matters; both are something you would never do," she whispered now, more to herself than to the boy, but being a vampire, he heard it all. "Forget it, Emmett. I'm so sorry."

Emmett was instantly calmer, but not because he was glad she apologised — why was she apologising again? — but because the redness was slowly disappearing from [y/n]'s face, which definitely meant she was not gonna explode, he felt very relieved, which surprised him. When Edward had mentioned, the year before, how easily humans could die, Emmett had thought his brother was being absurd. But he was worried about this human girl beside him for some reason.

He planned to ask [y/n] if she was indeed all right, but the professor walked in, and all the chances he had to do so seemed to disappear.

***

[y/n] could not, for her life, tell what Mr. Banner was going on and on about. Was it about cells? About nature? She was utterly unfocused, even though her eyes were fixed on the weird teacher. Well, actually, she would fix her gaze at anything and anyone, if that was enough, to avoid looking to her left and eyeing Emmett Cullen.

All her mind could do was blame herself. She had known Emmett since the Cullens came to the town; there was no reason for fuss. The family was undoubtedly the most beautiful of all. All of them could be models, including Dr. Carlisle, whom she met when she unintentionally had to stitch a bruise. Since entering high school and having known them, her gaze was fatally met with Emmett's.

It was not as if he had reacted in any other way, if not with boredom. She grew discouraged after each "incident" but continued to spy on the Cullen family. However, whenever Rosalie and Edward caught her staring, [y/n] felt uneasy and quickly averted her gaze. She knew there was no point in admiring Emmett Cullen when he already had Rosalie Hale by his side. So, who was [y/n] compared to the stunning blonde goddess?

[y/n] was extremely surprised when she witnessed the Cullens' return to Forks.

Seeing Bella Swan go through a "mourning process," [y/n] felt understood because she had felt the same way, although on a much smaller scale. However, she would never have confessed it or let it show. Who was she to miss the Cullens?

She never expected Edward Cullen or Emmett to come back, but one day, there they were. [y/n] arrived late one day and had not noticed the extra car in the parking lot. When it was time for biology class, [y/n] was caught off guard to see that she had a new (old) partner already sitting at the table they were supposed to share.

Letting herself dive into this thread of thought, [y/n] was sure that it was not at that moment, when he returned, that she saw herself surrendered to Emmett. Yes, she had gotten more loose and relaxed when she noticed that Rosalie had not accompanied her siblings or Jasper Hale because they had graduated. But Edward's gaze still haunted her. Something told her that the whole family moved by the boy's fault (even if the rumours said that Dr Carlisle had accepted a better job), so [y/n] was afraid that Edward would make his family move again.

After secretly paying attention, she was surprised to detect that Bella was also afraid of them disappearing again.

Before Biology class ended, [y/n]'s mind replayed a specific, very recent memory. The day before, she was about to write something down when her pen started failing. She thought she wasn't reacting noticeably, but somehow Emmett glimpsed her sudden need.

"Do you want a pen of mine to borrow?" he asked, already holding the thing out to her grasp.

[y/n] raised her eyes from her notebook to meet his golden gaze.

"Oh, thank you," she smiled, borrowing the pen.

Emmett had said nothing more and returned his gaze to Mr Banner. [y/n] thought she ought to do the same and rushed to write down the rest of the speech.

When the class had ended, [y/n] turned to Emmett before he could head out. "Here you go, Emm," she smiled at him, trying her hardest to look polite. "Thank you."

The nickname must have gotten him off guard — even though [y/n] was sure she had called him so before — because his golden eyes widened.

"You can keep it," he said, not a hint of hesitation, even though his expression seemed hesitant.

"Oh," [y/n] gasped. "Thanks again, then," she smiled with her cheeks high, feeling they were reddening.

It was then he surprised her: Emmett smiled.

She did not see it coming at all. [y/n] had talked to the boy before. They had even joked around — when Mr Benner said something sex-related, the duo was really juvenile for that topic, and they would always let a little chuckle out — but that smile was different. It was wide, genuine. Emmett showed all his beautiful white teeth at her, and she was mesmerised by the whole view. He had dimples.

Emmett Cullen had dimples!

[y/n] remembered stumbling in her words, trying to find something to say because she wanted Emmett to keep smiling. But he simply nodded at her and got up, leaving the classroom before [y/n] could form a coherent thought.

She spent the whole day revisiting the memory of his smile and dimples. She was frozen in that Biology class; it was as if she never left. In her mind, she kept the conversation going. She knew he was a clown — she liked him best of all the Cullens for it — and so perhaps, she could have prompted a joke, such as "Do you think we're so poor compared to you, rich Cullens, that I need a pen as a gift?" It could've been funny; maybe he would've kept smiling. Perhaps he would laugh but really laugh and not hold back as usual.

But, in the end, she said nothing, just like today.

When Mr Banner announced they were free, [y/n] instantly turned her gaze to Emmett.

"Oh, sorry there, Emm," she swallowed hard, trying to keep her brave facade as she spoke to him. "It seems there's no longer snow for your fight."

He shrugged, and a light of playfulness hit his face. "No problem there. I can just punch Edward straight up."

She wasn't sure if it had been his innocent way of speaking or if it had been the mention of just the right brother, but [y/n] cracked up in one of her loudest laughs yet. The students who hadn't already run out of the classroom all turned to stare at her.

Emmett seemed to get in a shocked state. He wasn't expecting that reaction.

"I'm sorry," [y/n] said, trying to catch her breath. It was not easy; she still wanted to laugh. "I... I don't know why that was so funny."

"Maybe because Edward has a very punchable face," Emmett suggested, letting go of his restraints and following [y/n] in chuckles.

"I'm sure you've done that many times," [y/n] raised a brow, instigating him to go on.

"Unfortunately," Emmett tilted, "no, I have not."

"Oh," [y/n] did not see that answer coming, "too much of a good brother?"

Emmett snorted a laugh. "Definitely not that. I just never seem to catch him," Emmett knew why that was so, whereas [y/n] would never have a clue: Edward read his mind any time Emmett tried to catch the sibling by surprise with punches or simply trying to give a scare.

As much as [y/n] wanted to continue the conversation, she had the next class to go to. She sighed lowly, but Emmett heard it right away, and he couldn't help smiling at her silly human reaction to leaving.

[y/n] stared at his smile like a child watching Santa come down from the chimney.

"Dimples," she thought aloud, not realising it until it was too late. Hoping Emmett didn't notice, she averted her eyes and started gathering her books, but the Cullen had heard it all too well.

He remained silent, though, allowing her heartbeat to stead again. When she was already up, probably about to nod him goodbye, he said, "You have dimples too."

***

Red is definitely her colour. How have I never noticed before? Besides that cute turtle neck she was wearing, when the red flushed her cheeks, that was...

The image totally got Edward by surprise. He was walking out of one of his classes when, passing the hallway, a mind ahead called his attention to a particular image. Then, the voice! The oh-so-familiar, very annoying mental voice of none other than Emmett Cullen.

In seconds, Edward was beside his sibling. "What was that?"

Shit! Emmett's face was as embarrassed as his mental voice. The sibling quickly started singing some random annoying pop song to pull Edward out of his mind, but it was too late.

"Why were you thinking of [y/n] like that?" Edward asked.

"Like what?" Emmett replied, but Edward's question worked, making Emmett revisit his thoughts, and [y/n]'s face popped up again, with Edward getting a complete view.

The old-school vampire was suddenly repulsed and stepped slightly to the side.

You are the one in my mind! Emmett accused him in thought.

"Not because I want to, believe me!" Edward exclaimed, returning to his spot next to Emmett. "Brother, I better hope you know what you're doing."

"I'm not doing anything," Emmett said defensively.

Edward raised a brow, wishing Emmett could read his thoughts and see how foolish in love Emmett had thought about [y/n].

"Stay out of my business," Emmett nudged his brother. I can't find anyone pretty anymore?

"After having Rosalie, I highly doubt you'd think that of a human," Edward answered Emmett's unspoken question.

"Rosalie and I... we're not a couple. We have our fun; that's all," Emmett said. "Besides, we haven't had fun in decades; you know that."

Edward knew because he had read their sex-deprived thoughts before. Still, he had thought Emmett was evolving, for he had stopped picturing Rosalie in a… needy way. But now, it seemed it had a different reason why.

Suddenly, another piece fell into place.

"She has fallen for you," Edward gasped in such a whisper only vampire hearing could catch it.

What? Emmett's mind shouted. "Don't be silly," he said aloud.

"It was definitely you [y/n] mentioned having a crush on yesterday," Edward continued his theory, forcing them both to stop walking and stay in the middle of the hallway. "That's probably why she caught my attention; she must have exclaimed your name! In thought," he added, although it was apparent.

"Are you sure about this?" Emmett asked, out of habit mostly, for he knew that no amount of hoping could make Edward wrong, not when he had a sibling so powerful.

Emmett's mind was racing as he tried to process it all. It was the first time Edward had trouble keeping up with him. Emmett was generally slower, even mentally, than Edward, but that was not the case now as he tried to understand everything about [y/n]. Edward caught up to some images — [y/n] blushing, [y/n] making a joke and laughing alone, and then the terrifying one. It was similar to the ones Edward had regarding Bella, too: [y/n] with eyes so red and skin so pale that there was no denying her heart no longer beat.

But when Edward returned his gaze to his taller brother, Emmett was not sad at the view, not half as much as Edward was when he thought of Bella as a vampire.

"Stop it," Edward begged, noticing Emmett's mind went on; he had started enduring the idea of Bella talking to [y/n] about what it was like to love a monster.

Emmett shook his head, bringing himself back to reality. "Sorry, man. It's just that...I never thought someone like her would fall for me."

Edward's worries shifted topics. "Why would you say that?" Edward had felt like that; he still felt like that with Bella, always thinking of himself as a killer and not deserving of love. But Emmett was most comfortable being a vampire out of all his family members. So, his brother had never thought to see him doubting himself.

Emmett's thoughts were faster than his tongue. Not even Rosalie fell for me, not really, and she was the one that found me, and she's our... species. [y/n] is a human girl with a life ahead of her, a full one at that; I don't see how she'd fallen for me. "Are you sure it's love?" Emmett asked out loud.

"Well, she thought it was a crush," Edward replied, returning to his own memories of [y/n]. But he didn't dwell on them for long. Edward was still trying to process Emmett's confession about Rosalie. He had always seen Emmett as cheerful, never realising that his brother might also feel unloved. They had more in common than Edward had ever thought.

Emmett sighed, and even before Edward could say anything — advice or a comforting word — Emmett lowered his head. "I know, Edward. I understand the risks."

Edward frowned. He couldn't believe Emmett immediately concluded that Edward would be mad at him. Of course, there were risks, not just because the girl involved was human. Even if Emmett didn't think Rosalie loved him (and Edward, being a mind reader and all, agreed), she would also cause some trouble.

But who was Edward to judge his brother's choices regarding a human?

"Look, if you decide to pursue this relationship, I'll support you."

Emmett smiled, surprised but yet feeling grateful for his brother's support. Thank you, he thought, and Edward nodded.

Edward thought love was a powerful emotion, and he couldn't blame Emmett for feeling like he did. However, he hoped that Emmett would make the right decision, whatever that may be.

#emmett cullen x reader #emmett cullen x y/n #emmett cullen #twilight saga #twilight #edward cullen

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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 5 months

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I hate the way Rosalie was treated in New Moon. Alice has been seen jumping off a cliff. She didn't double-check it. When Alice returned to Forks, she did not call back to say that Bella was alive. During the phone call, Ed didn't ask whose funeral Charlie was attending. Rosalie decided to break the bad news with the best of intentions because she thought it would be better. And it's not her fault that Alice's vision was misunderstood, and then events did not unfold in the best way.

But of course, everyone is mad at Rosalie. She deserved better.

It do suck to be Rosalie.

#twilight #twilight meta #twilight headcanon #twilight renaissance #rosalie hale #meta #headcanon #opinion

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aquanova99 · 1 year

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headcanons for the cullen clan reacting to their mate not saying 'I love you' back? like as a prank-

have a nice day :>

Carlisle

He thinks you didn’t hear him

Gets closer to you to say it again

Kinda hard not to say it back when he’s being so earnest about it

He never catches onto your joke, he just thinks you zone out alot

Esme

She just stares at you because she knows you heard her

She won’t say anything till you say it back

She does not like that joke and will absolutely scold you for it

Would not recommend trying again

Rosalie

Also doesn’t like this joke either

But she takes it a step further

“Oh so you don’t want to say you love me anymore that’s fine.”

You: “no wait it was a jok—“

Her: “nope it’s fine.”

Silent treatment for a week, she will break up with you if you think playing with her emotions is funny

Emmett

Annoys you until you say it back

Just constant “babe did you hear me? Babe. Baaabbeeeeee. Love meeee.”

Jasper

His feelings are probably a little hurt because homeboy has issues, like he worries for a split second before he realizes you are just messing with him because of his gift

So he probably puppy dog eyes until you say it back tenfold

But while he didn’t like he’s still petty so you’ll say you were just kidding and you love him and he’ll just…

Either not say anything or say ‘that’s what I thought’

Alice

The second you get this plan in your head she sees it

She won’t say I love you first until you decide to stop being dumb

Edward

If he can read your mind chances are he knows what you’re thinking

If you block him by just a thinking of random songs or anything that he can’t pinpoint that it’s a joke he will think you’re crazy and need to be seen by someone “Carlisle???”

If he can’t read you’re mind he’s going to be conflicted

Maybe they don’t love me anymore, it’s probably for the best they’re too good for me, but I can’t let them go, but they deserve better

You can literally see him malfunctioning but your rather not get into that now so you say you weren’t thinking at the moment

Bella

She knew it

It’s because you realized you can do better right? Right???

She starts saying so much nonsense you never tell her you were joking and say you were distracted about something your family said earlier that day

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andreafmn · 1 year

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Tricked by the Universe - Version 2

Word Count: 10K

Requested: by @kloy344 “Could you do a rosalie hale x pack reader where reader gets overwhelmed by newborns and is nearly killed when the newborns use their strength to wound reader and all rosalie could do was watch as it happened”

Story Description: After a circumstantial encounter, (Y/N) imprints on the person they least expect, Rosalie Cullen – a vampire. They try as hard as they can to deny their feelings, but some things are just too hard to do. But the universe sure likes to play games on certain people. For better or worse.

Pairings: Rosalie Hale x GN!Reader

A/N: Finally got around to posting the happy version of this request because we all know Rosalie deserves her happy ending. If you read the first version just skip to a bit after halfway to read the new version 💖💖 I love Rosalie so muuuuuch!!!! My content will always be free, but if you’re feeling particularly generous, you can leave a tip on any of my posts to support me and my love of writing🥺👉👈. Hope you enjoy, and all constructive criticism is encouraged.

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It was true that you didn’t choose who you imprinted on.

Sometimes the universe liked to play tricks on people, and it just so happened that this time it had chosen two creatures of very different kinds. Neither had wanted it at first, fighting the pull they had felt since the first time they locked eyes. Vampire and shapeshifters being natural born enemies, they knew it was a match destined for chaos.

(Y/N) didn’t know whether they were grateful they had patrol that day or not, but it happened.

It had been quiet that sunrise, not even the woodland creatures that normally paraded the area weren’t awake yet. Given the calm environment, (Y/N) had concluded that nothing eventful would be reported. But nearing the creek that separated the treaty line, their eyes focused on a figure that had their back turned to them. From the smell alone they could deduce that it was a bloodsucker but didn’t know if they were a traveler or one of the Cullens.

The white furred wolf growled lightly, warning the creature of their proximity to their limit. One wrong step and (Y/N) would have a good story to bring back to the pack.

“Oh, there’s no need for such hostility,” a honey laced voice spoke out. The vampire swept her blond hair over her shoulder, not yet facing the wolf. “I know well enough not to cross the creek, not that I’d ever want to.”

(Y/N) couldn’t speak in her form, only growling at the creature to back away anyways.

“Right, wolfie can’t talk. Wouldn’t it be easier if…?” Finally, she turned. Locking eyes with the giant figure of the animal.

(Y/N) had only heard of how it would feel when they imprinted but did not think it would happen to them. Their (Y/E/C) eyes locked with the golden ones of the female before them. They felt the wind being knocked out of them, the pull toward the vampire too strong to handle. The gravity for them had shifted, the only thing that matters was to be next to the blonde beauty that stood at the other side of the creek. For the first time since they had learned what a vampire was, they didn’t feel a hatred toward their kind.

“There’s no way,” the blonde whispered before speeding away. The only thing the wolf could do was shift and head back to Sam’s house.

The boisterous talk from the men inside the house made (Y/N)’s bones tremble. The mind link they shared being a complete nuisance in the moment – they knew the other members would chastise them to no avail.

“It’s no use to wait outside,” Sam’s voice had the young beta jumping. “We already know. All of us – it’s not something you can help.”

“I’m not going to see her.”

“That won’t last for very long, (Y/N).” Sam sat next to (Y/N) on the steps of the porch. “Telling you from experience, avoiding your imprintee does not work. It’ll only be worse in the long run.”

“Sam, she’s a vampire,” (Y/N) sighed, dragging their hands across their face. “How can I be with the enemy?”

“At least it’s a Cullen, you know. They’re not as bad as the other bloodsuckers,” he chuckled. “The guys will probably be on you about it – I can’t promise they’ll go easy on you. But whatever you decide, I’m on your side.”

“I don’t think I can do it, Sam. For the longest time we’ve only been taught to hate the cold ones, how they are the reason we are the way that we are. How am I supposed to forget all that and stand with them now?”

“I can’t help you there, (Y/N). I don’t have the knowledge in this topic, but we’ll take it one day at a time.”

For the coming weeks, that’s what they did. With the help of Sam, they were able to avoid the jokes and comments from the others. The alpha had always taken a liking to (Y/N). Ever since they had phased, Sam had always treated them as a sibling, protecting them from the other members that had a tendency of being too overbearing. But the fellow betas knew that at some point Sam would have to be apart from (Y/N).

(Y/N) had become irritable and short tempered during that time, snapping at anything and everything. Their fuse had become shorter than Paul’s, which could only mean that one of these days they would break catastrophically. They could control their emotions better than most of the pack members, but the imprint link had been toying with their willpower.

“Hey, (Y/N). Sam’s out on patrol today. What’re you gonna do now?” Paul taunted. “There’s no one to protect you now.”

“Really? I never noticed,” they sarcastically responded. “I can take care of myself. Unlike some people that need to be kept on a short leash.”

“At least some of us know to keep it behind enemy lines. Maybe we should start making rules for traitors.”

“I’m not a traitor, Lahote. You all know it’s not something we control,” (Y/N) spoke, teeth gritted. “Or are you just jealous I’ve found my imprintee and it seems like no one was made for you.”

“(Y/N),” Jared warned. He never joined in the teasing, and as second in command, did not allow it to get too out of hand. “There’s no need to take this to a personal level.”

“Oh, come on, Jared. It is personal!” (Y/N) croaked. “Ever since I imprinted on Rosalie everyone’s been treating me like I betrayed the pack for something I never chose. Destiny played a rude trick on me, and now I have to feel like my heart is being ripped to shreds every waking moment. Everything I do, as simple as breathing, is agony. I am battling heart and mind by being apart from my imprintee. All for you guys to mock me and open the wound further.”

“(Y/N), I…”

“Of course you didn’t know, Paul!” They yelled, the sound of their voice cracking with emotion. “None of you knows what it feels like to spend day after day away from the person that you were destined to be with. Feeling like half of your soul is tugging at you, beaconing you to get closer un order to mend itself. Instead, I endure your mocking, your jokes, your snarky remarks, and I stay with you guys. I chose to be by your side regardless of how much it hurt.”

“I know how you feel, (Y/N),” Jacob tried to relate. “If only Bella…”

“Gods, Jake. That girl doesn’t want to be with you! Every single time she’s chosen Edward,” (Y/N) retorted. “What you’re feeling is a sick puppy love that will go away any day. So, don’t for a second try to compare our situations.”

“You don’t have to be an ass, (Y/N),” Embry defended his best friend. “Hes’s trying to show support.”

“No, he’s not!” (Y/N) was growing impatient, filling the wolf try to burst through the seams. Their shoulders had already started to shake with anger, their breathing becoming heavy and staggered. “Funny enough, the only reason you guys side with Jake is cause if Bella ever decides to leave Edward for this one she’ll remain human. Meanwhile I get shit on for having imprinted on Rosalie. But if you guys want me out this bad, then fine. I’m going.”

(Y/N) needed to get out of that house. Their anger was boiling to the surfaced at this point, and phasing in the middle of the small kitchen. But the men inside never let go of a bone once they had it.

“That’s right, (Y/N). Run away like a little kid,” Paul taunted. “We all knew you weren’t cut out for this. You’ve always been one to dish it out but can never take it.”

“Shut up, Paul,” they warned.

“Sam’s not here, (Y/N). You got no one on your side,” he laughed, the others joining soon after. “What’re you gonna do about it?”

In an instance, before the group of boys a snow white wolf with bared teeth appeared. (Y/N) challenged Paul, getting closer to boy as they growled. At first, Paul felt intimidated, taking a few steps backward as the wolf stepped forward. But too many eyes were overlooking the scene and he could not allow them to believe he would ever back down from a challenge. Soon after, he transformed into the volatile dark silver wolf. Both animals squared off at each other, circling cautiously, neither striking first.

Hidden by the shadow of the trees both wolves snarled and nipped at each other, the other pack members trying to calm them down. Paul got tired of the stand off and pounded first. His teeth baring for (Y/N)’s neck. They knew the silver’s wolf every move and slid out of the way before the fangs came in contact with their neck. They lunged at his ribs quickly after, pushing Paul on his side with a loud crack. The blow did little to keep him down as he grabbed (Y/N)’s leg with his teeth and flung her on her back, the breath being knocked out of their lungs.

They were growing irate. The back and forth between them and Paul, a boring dance of give and take. (Y/N) would not continue to be mocked and laughed at by the rest of the pack – they needed to fortify their position against them. As Paul recovered from the last hit, (Y/N) went in once again a landed a blow against his ribs and before he could get up, they bit down hard on one of his legs. A loud whine came from the grey wolf as he tried to get up, and the white wolf took the chance to pounce on top of him. Their fangs in full display and a menacing growl coming from their blood-stained mouth. Paul whimpered from under (Y/N), afraid of the strength they were portraying for the same time. No one else dared to intervene in the fight – fairness wouldn’t ensue.

“That’s ENOUGH!” A voice roared from behind them. (Y/N)’s head snapped back, their scowl faltering as soon as they made eye contact with Sam. “Let’s talk, (Y/N).”

(Y/N) couldn’t handle what they had done. The fire that was clouding their vision dissipating as their alpha called their attention. They noticed the coppery taste of blood now, the burning in their throat from the snarling, the pain running through their body from the hits. For the first time since the fight, they became conscious of the wounds they were inflicting on their fellow pack member. The veil of wrath finally disappeared and all that was left was the aftermath of their emotions.

Looking at a wounded Paul, (Y/N) became overwhelmed feeling the silver wolf’s pain as well as their own. They were devastated at what they had done, the voices of the rest of the pack trying to calm them down, their own thoughts firing through her head. As tears welled in their eyes, the white wolf made a turn toward the woods in a desperate need of escape.

Their legs burned as they ran avoiding trees and obstacles in the way – one location burned into their head. (Y/N) didn’t know what to expect when they got there, but the pull was too strong to ignore it. Even though their limbs were screaming in agony, they pressed on until they arrived at the location.

It took only a second for (Y/N) to forget about all the pain and suffering they had just endured. All it took was seeing her once more.

Rosalie had felt the need to reach the treaty line that day, an inexplicable force pulled her toward it. Just like (Y/N), she had been avoiding the wolf, trying with every fiber of her being to not see the person she was destined to be with. Since being in Forks all she had done was vilify shapeshifters and all that seemed like their kind – their smell being repulsive was just a reason to stray far from them. But her hear had felt emptier than ever before, yearning to be closer to the wolf she had seen for mere seconds that day. The Cullens had tried their best to appease her mind about the imprint bond, a link neither had a choice in. Yet Rosalie remained as stubborn as ever, repressing whatever pain she was feeling and replacing it with an irritable attitude and sharp remarks. Not even Emmett could handle being in her presence for too long, and normally he was the one that was able to calm her down. Her patience was growing as short as (Y/N)’s.

She had thought about leaving the spot she had been waiting in for an hour, but a nagging voice in her head told her to remain still – waiting. It wasn’t until she heard the rustling of the leaves and the snapping of branches that she knew what she was waiting for… who she was waiting for. From the trees emerged the white wolf she had seen that day, this time with a light red hue around its mouth. The smell of wet dog didn’t fill Rosalie’s nose, instead a sweet aroma filled her sinus. She let a breath of relief out, even if she didn’t need it. Upon seeing the wolf, the knot around her heart loosened, a weight lifting from her shoulders.

The wolf felt the same relief the blonde did as soon as they saw her. Just being around Rosalie eased the heartache she had been feeling for days on end. (Y/N) could have never guessed that this is all it would take to make their heart stop hurting. They lowered their head, asking permission to cross the border. It wasn’t until Rosalie granted them passage that they jumped the division between the two lands.

In their wolf form (Y/N) towered slightly over the vampire, their eyes meeting at the perfect height. Rosalie took a step forward, closing the space between them, never breaking eye contact. She placed a hand on (Y/N)’s head, stroking their fur comfortingly. The wolf leaned into the touch, actually enjoying the cold hand on their warm skin. They had never seen as much love in someone’s eyes since Emily and Sam and being on the receiving end of that stare was a breath of fresh air.

“Shift back,” she spoke slowly. “You can use my coat to cover yourself.”

(Y/N) sat on the ground as Rosalie draped her coat over them. The blonde watched with curious eyes as bones shifted and fur turned to skin, revealing the person behind the animal. They pulled the clothing close to their body and closed the buttons to shield their naked body from view.

“You’re hurt,” the blonde mentioned, noticing the wounds scattered across their body. “Shouldn’t you be healed already?”

“They were inflicted by another wolf, so they won’t heal as fast.”

“You fought with another pack member?”

“Yes, but that is of no importance. We finally meet,” (Y/N) smiled. “Not that either of us wanted to change that.”

“I don’t think it’s much of a surprise that we weren’t too keen on the idea of being destined to our sworn enemies,” Rosalie chuckled – the sound a refreshing tune in their ears. “Although my family kept pushing me to reach out to you, my stubbornness wouldn’t allow me to. I have to admit I became a tad insufferable.”

“At least you had people that were supportive. All I got was taunted and harassed by the pack for imprinting on a vampire. Even if it is something I can’t control they branded me a traitor, and honestly for the first few days it was fine ‘cause I’m used to their rude jokes, but this time it was different. And it’s not like I sought for you that day, and it’s not like I somehow manifested a vampire to be my imprintee, and it’s not like…”

In that moment, Rosalie gave into her impulses and crashed her lips onto (Y/N), pausing the shape-shifter’s rambling. It felt like home, like there in that moment was where they belonged. Electricity burst between them as soon as the contact was made, and neither wanted to be the one to break away. But one of them needed their breath.

“Sorry,” the vampire giggled. “You were rambling, and I didn’t know how to stop you.”

“Can’t say I’m mad about it,” they grinned at the blonde.

“What I am sorry for is what you’ve had to endure because of me – and I don’t even know your name.”

“It’s (Y/N), my name is (Y/N).”

“(Y/N),” she breathed. “I still can’t wrap my head around this turn of events – a wolf and a vampire, fated to be together. The universe truly knows how to play its tricks. I don’t even know where we go from here.”

“You and me both, Rosalie. I don’t even know if I will be welcomed back after the fight.”

“Come back with me,” she blurted.

“What?”

“We have so much space in the house, and you need those wounds cleaned. So, until you feel like you need to go back, stay with me there.”

“I-I couldn’t… I wouldn’t want to impose. And I don’t think the rest of your family would want the smell of wet dog lingering there,” (Y/N) teased. “But in all seriousness, I don’t know how pleased with the idea they would be.”

“If I can come around the idea of having a mutt so close to me, I’m sure they will too,” Rosalie joked back. “But I know they’ll be okay with it – even if it takes them some time.”

The pair went back to the Cullen house where the family quickly acclimated to having the wolf around. The last one to get used to (Y/N)’s presence was Edward since he held such disdain for them thanks to Jacob, but soon enough grew to love them as much as the rest of the family. The Cullens welcomed the wolf as one of their own in the four weeks they stayed at the residence.

During that time, they invested their complete energy into learning everything they could about Rosalie – quickly falling for the pale girl, understanding why the universe had decided to pair them together. Forever wasn’t enough time to spend with her.

(Y/N) kept their distance from the pack, too ashamed to face them. It wasn’t until they were under threat of a newborn army that they saw the group again – with the added surprise that they had agreed to help the Cullens protect Bella and themselves.

The first day of training with the Cullens, (Y/N) walked into the clearing in their wolf form, instantly feeling the mind link shared between the pack. At first it sounded like static, their voices coming through a few syllables at a time. They shook in their paws, staying by Rosalie’s side the whole time for support. The blonde ran her hand through the soft fur giving their partner the reassurance they needed. (Y/N) had no idea how the others would act toward them – they knew how well the pack could hold a grudge.

The wolves walked out of the trees, some barring their teeth and growling, their eyes landing anywhere than on their possibly former member. (Y/N) couldn’t handle the pressure, lowering their head to avoid any accidental eye contact with the people she considered family once.

“They’re not angry,” Jasper whispered to the wolf. “They have been concerned about you, actually.”

“They say thank you,” Edward answered for the canine, the white wolf nodding their head in agreement. “The pack’s disdain is only toward us, (Y/N). Nothing to do with you. They don’t trust us enough to be in their human form.”

“They came,” Carlisle breathed. “That’s what matters.”

Sam took a step forward starting a meeting between both clans, Edward acting as a translator. Carlisle explained the procedures of the day, the strength and voracity of the newborns, and allowed Jasper to explain how to fight them. The long haired blond started his demonstration sparring with a cocky Emmett, throwing him on the ground in just three moves. Carlisle and Edward went next, and for a second it had seemed that the younger man had won, until the doctor sprung to his feet and had his son pinned to the ground.

Jasper then motioned to Rosalie to fight with him, earning a protective growl from (Y/N). The coach assured the mutt she would not be hurt, that this was simply for training purposes. The two vampires squared off, the female throwing the first punch. Jasper dodged every hit gracefully, anticipating every move. But when a soft punch landed on Rosalie and she backed away with a twirl, the white wolf sprung forward, only being stopped by the barrier their partner had created with their body.

“Don’t allow emotions cloud your judgement,” Jasper advised, earning another growl from the canine. “It’s the easiest way to make a mistake in the battlefield.”

“I’m alright, (Y/N),” Rosalie smiled. (Y/N) relaxed their stance with her words, the pack’s reaction not going without notice. As much interference through the mind link they heard, they were able to decipher that they still hadn’t come to terms with the fact that they had imprinted on a vampire. No matter how much time passed, the others still felt it unnatural for their kind.

“Sam wants to speak to you before they go,” Edward announced to (Y/N). “Do you need me to stay behind and translate? I know the link is being shoddy for you.”

“No,” she thought to him. “Tell him I’ll speak with him in our land so we can both shift back comfortably.”

Edward related (Y/N)’s thoughts and placed in their mouth a bag filled with clothes to change into. He then joined the rest of his family and explained that the white wolf would be back shortly. Rosalie sent her partner a comforting smile and left alongside her family to wait for them at the house.

With trembling steps, the wolf followed behind their alpha until they passed the treaty line, hiding behind trees to phase into their human form. Beads of sweat formed on their forehead as they got dressed, fearing the worst would come from this conversation. A wolf without a pack was simply an animal with a target on their back.

“Come out, (Y/N),” Sam commanded.

“Are you the only one here?” (Y/N) questioned, not wanting to be the co-author of another physical confrontation. “The last thing I want is to fight any of you.”

“No one wants to fight, (Y/N). Regardless, I’m the only on here.”

They peaked their head from behind the tree to see a smiling Sam waiting for them. (Y/N) couldn’t contain themselves any longer and crashed into Sam’s open arms, engulfing him in a tight hug.

“I’ve missed you, little one,” Sam spoke into their hair. “You know, you didn’t have to run away.”

“I hurt Paul, Sam. Had it not been for your interference, one of us would probably not be here to tell the tale.”

“The important thing is it did not happen, and I’m sure you would have come to your senses before any fatal hit could be made.” Sam’s protective instincts took control. Seeing (Y/N) beating themselves up over such a trivial situation hurt him. They were carrying such a big guilt from something they had been pushed to do. “Paul had no right to set you off the way he did. It took you leaving for them all to understand how insensitive they had been. Needless to say, they’ve all had their punishment. They might not resent you anymore for having a vampire imprintee, but they now do for having horrible training sessions and long patrol shifts.”

“They have always been great at blaming others for their own wrongdoings,” they chuckled. “But, come on, Paul must still be fuming – I bit down on his leg for fucks sake. I would understand if he never wanted to hear from me again.”

“Actually, I wanted to apologize for what I’d done,” Paul startled them appearing from behind a tree. “I crossed the line between playful banter and just full-on being a dickhead.”

“I don’t think you’ve ever known where that line’s been,” (Y/N) teased, a playful smile toying on their face.

“Unfortunately, can’t disagree,” he chuckled. “But it’s time to come back home, (Y/N). Your place is with your pack, not with the cold ones.”

“He’s right, (Y/N). Your place is in the rez, not in Forks.”

“My place now is with my imprintee,” (Y/N) corrected. “Rosalie is not allowed to come into our land – not that I think she’d want to – and I’ve spent enough time away from here to know that being apart is worse. LaPush will always be my home, but my heart remains wherever she is.”

“So, you’re leaving the pack for good?”

“I don’t have any other choice. Now do I, Sam?” They smiled sadly. “There was a time where I believed I could have a normal life after I chose to stop shifting, where I wouldn’t have to turn into a wolf anymore and could live out the rest of my years growing old and whatnot. But having her in my life this past month, I do not want to imagine what it would be like without her. It’s not that I’ll never see you guys again, but from now to forever I’m choosing her.”

“There’s no changing your mind, is there?”

“The day you imprint on someone, Paul, you’ll understand the lengths you’d go through for them. It’s one thing to know of it, it’s another to experience the imprinting bond. It’s too strong a force to set aside.” (Y/N) spoke with love laced words only, any anger she held for her friend dissipated. “I would love to go back with you guys and be around the pack like nothing’s changed. But I don’t want to have to sacrifice my relationship with Rosalie in order to do so — I don’t think I could handle that pain again.”

“Well, you always have a place back home,” Sam smiled. “And on the odd chance that you’d like to visit with her, I think we can work around the treaty to allow her passage sometimes. You’re too important to us.”

“Thank you, Sam.” They wrapped him in a hug once more, joyous over the resolution. “I promise for as long as we’re in Forks I’ll come visit as much as I can. I might not be part of the pack, but I’m still a wolf.”

“Just make sure you shower before coming here,” Paul laughed. “Don’t think we could have you around for long with that smell lingering on you.”

“I will,” (Y/N) joined in the guffawing. “Before I go, I want to thank you all for being a part of my family and understanding why I must leave the rez.”

“You’re the closest thing I have to a sibling, (Y/N). No offense to the rest of the pack,” Sam beamed. “No matter what you had decided, I would’ve been by your side every step of the way. Even if these knuckleheads can’t stand it.”

“I can’t speak for the others, but – even if it takes some time – I understand that as much as it hurts to leave the pack, it’s worse to be apart from blondie,” Paul smiled. “I’ll see you in the next training session.”

“Be safe, (Y/N).”

“Always am, Sam.”

(Y/N) turned back with a bright smile on their face. The pack having their back was more than they could’ve hoped for. A month and a half ago, they probably could have disappeared from the face of the Earth, and none would have cared. But that afternoon, they had crossed the toughest bridge in their life – their energies could now be focused on the close approaching newborn army.

Only during training sessions did (Y/N) remember that the threat of the newborn’s was real. The days coming up to the fated day Rosalie and (Y/N) spent as if they were their last. From the outside looking in, no one would guess that in a matter of a couple of sunrises they would be facing life and death. And as much as the pair wanted to remain in their honeymoon bubble, the army was here, and the battle had to begin.

“Promise me you won’t do anything stupid,” Rosalie pleaded that morning.

“Like what?” (Y/N) laughed. Against all counsel, they still believed the newborns couldn’t be as strong as Jasper said.

“Taking on more than you can handle, for one.”

“You worry too much, darling,” they tried to calm Rosalie down. The blonde could only stare into the eyes of the person she had grown to love, a look of concern coating the usual gleam. “Alright, I promise to take the necessary precautions to make sure nothing happens.”

“Seriously. You don’t know the strength of these creatures until you finally fight one.”

“ I believe you, darling.” (Y/N) planted a smiling kiss on the vampire’s lips, promising once more that they would not “do anything stupid.”

Soon after, Alice announced through the house that the newborns were nearing, prompting us all to head to the destined clearing for the battle. The vampires all huddled together, fronting as the only plan of attack, as the wolves hid between the tree line. The pack welcomed the white wolf, their link finally restored. But the salutations were cut short when zooming was heard from afar as the presence of the vampires was made known.

In a couple of seconds, both vampire clans clashed together. For an instance it seemed that the newborns would have the upper hand, crowding the Cullens faster than they could defend themselves. Then, Sam gave the order to push through the branches and attack.

The pack did as they had been taught. Teeth and claws gashing away at the heads of the young vampires, ripping through the bundle of immortal beings. The white fur that covered (Y/N)’s body was soon enough covered in the crimson red from the cold ones, a proud look on their face a they attacked as many as they could. The confidence quickly rushed through their body and they felt the courage to take on a huddle of bloodsuckers that were fast approaching. A mistake they would soon regret.

As (Y/N) sank their teeth into a brunette’s neck and ripped the head off, two other newborns pounced on their back and another ran into their ribs, knocking them to the ground. The wolf rolled on the ground, trying to shake them off but the young ones only sank their nails deeper into the animal. (Y/N) let out a pain full howl, still thrashing to people the vampires from their body.

“(Y/N)!!” Rosalie cried. She wasn’t standing too far away, but was fighting off a couple of newborns herself and could only watch as the red liquid dripped down the wolf’s body instead of coating the top of their fur. As hard as she tried to get closer to (Y/N), the more people she had to fight off.

The wolves and Cullens around (Y/N) tried their hardest to rid the foes from around themselves in an attempt to aid the white wolf, but the newborns were truly strong and were making the task that much harder.

The lone wolf fell on their back, crushing one of the vampires that had latched onto them, but they were growing weaker. Too much blood had left their body, painting their body a deeper hue as more of the liquid rushed out. And as soon as they got rid of the other one, came up from behind and dug his hands into the wolf’s side and pressing into their ribs, snapping a couple. A louder howl escaped the animal as the vampire threw them into the ground with a loud thud, knocking the air out of the wounded animal and their head colliding against a rock, their vision turning black.

Rosalie ripped the head off two vampire and sped to the idiot that had dared harm (Y/N). She grabbed him by the throat and strangled the vampire until his head popped off. Emotionally defeated, the blond fell beside the human form of her beloved, using her jacket to cover their body.

Around them the sounds had died down. The last of the newborns ripped to shreds. The present Cullens surrounded the blonde and the wolf, worry evident in their face. Sam approached (Y/N)’s body in his wolf form, nudging their arm softly with his snout, whining when their body showed no sign of response. The pack followed closed behind, knowing they were alive but unsure of the true damage.

The blonde had pressed their body to hers, stroking the strands of their hair in an effort to calm herself. As she cried dry tears as she searched for her partner’s heartbeat, unable to do so over the ringing that crowded her sensitive ears. She clung to (Y/N)’s limp and bloodied body, not even allowing Carlisle to check their status. So for the moment, they left them be as they started a bonfire to ensure the eternal death of the ripped newborns.

“The Volturi,” Alice broke the somber silence abruptly. “They’re coming.”

“How long?” Edward spoke up, appearing from the woods with Bella in hand, coming back from his own battle.

“A few minutes. Maybe ten.”

“Pack needs to leave,” Edward warned. “The Volturi won’t honor our truce with the werewolves.”

As Jacob joined the group, an escaped newborn appeared prompting Leah to attack. The brown wolf was able to get the newborn off the girl who was clearly losing the fight. Yet, even though he had rescued Leah, the vampire had gained the upper hand and crushed Jacob’s ribs swiftly. His victory didn’t last long when Sam and the others pounced on the survivor, ensuring his death.

Jacob writhed on the ground, his body trying to heal but failing due to the cracked bones. Carlisle was quick to the boy’s side as the pack speedily clothed themselves. Checking his stability was far easier than (Y/N), who had yet to wake. The pack surrounded the wounded boy, carrying him back to Billy’s house where Carlisle would then check him. But Sam ran to (Y/N)’s side, placing his finger on her neck to check for the faint pulse he heard.

“I have to get them back,” he spoke softly. “You can join Carlisle afterward.”

“NO!” She sobbed. “I want to go with them.”

“The Volturi will notice that you’re missing,” Alice stated. “You have to stay here.”

“Alice is right, Rosalie,” Carlisle supported. “We can’t risk them getting into their land. Sam will take care of them in the meantime.”

“Promise nothing will happen to them,” she spoke, her voice barely audible.

“I promise they will be taken care of until you arrive.”

Rosalie loosened her arms, allowing Sam to take (Y/N)’s body into his arms. He cradled them close, quickly disappearing from the clearing and leaving a heartbroken Rosalie behind.

Although the others had gone to Billy Black’s house, Sam had opted for taking (Y/N) to his. There, Emily quickly made up a bed, clothed them, and helped her fiancé clean and cover any wounds they could see. The tears had not stopped streaming from Sam’s eyes since he had arrived at his home. (Y/N) was hurt, and he couldn’t help but feel responsible for not protecting them.

“They’re at Billy’s house right now,” Emily announced. She peaked her head into the room that Sam had yet to leave. “Carlisle should be here soon enough.”

“He’s taking forever!” Sam protested. “Jake was awake and (Y/N) is still unconscious. They should be prioritized.”

“I completely agree,” Rosalie peeked through. Emily had invited her in once she saw the girl debating on knocking on the door. “I couldn’t convince him to get here first because they have to always take Bella’s side. So they’re at Jake’s house whilst we know nothing of (Y/N)’s status.”

“All you can both do right now is stay by their side and wait for Carlisle to arrive,” Emily reasoned. “The doctor will come here next. So, for now just stay by their side and make sure they’re comfortable. I’ll let him in once he arrives.”

Emily brought in a dining room chair for Rosalie and set it on the right side of the bed, inviting the blonde to sit close to (Y/N) whilst they played the waiting game. She then gave Sam a cup of warm coffee and set a muffin on the side, knowing that he needed to eat to gain strength. But he wouldn’t bring himself to part his gaze from (Y/N) for a second, thinking that in a split second everything could change.

“You really do love them?” Sam finally broke the silence.

“More than I ever thought I could love anyone,” Rosalie sobbed. “I never understood what was missing from my life until I finally met (Y/N). I didn’t know I could love and be loved like this — I never thought it was in the cards for me.”

“You’re good for them,” he croaked out. “Not just because of the imprint bond too. I think, even if the link didn’t exist, you would be fated to be together — you ground them. And I don’t think I’ve seen (Y/N) as happy as when they are with you.”

“Thank you, Sam. That means a lot coming from you,” she smiled — her eyes always on (Y/N). “I know she values your opinion over anyone else’s. They’re lucky to have you.”

“They’re lucky to have you too,” he smiled back. At that moment, they weren’t divided by being a vampire and a werewolf. Instead, they were united in their shared love and affection for (Y/N).

The moment was interrupted as a knock resounded through the room. From behind the door, Carlisle finally appeared, medical bag on hand. He gave them both an apologetic smile and began to examine (Y/N) right away.

There was only so much Carlisle could do without his full extent of equipment available. Thankfully, he did not suspect any major head trauma and attributed the unconscious state to shock. He was certain they would wake up soon enough and started a morphine drip as he worked to close the wounds that required sutures.

“All we can do now is wait,” the doctor sighed, ridding his hands from the gloves he wore.

“But why aren’t they awake yet? Something else must be wrong.”

“When they wake up is up to them now, Sam. Their vitals are stable at the moment, and I’m sure they won’t change until they wake up and are able to feel the pain,” he explained. “Now, all we can do is wait.”

“Then we’re taking (Y/N) home,” Rosalie stated. “They should be there so you can monitor their vitals closely.”

“We shouldn’t move them right now, Rose. Until they’re awake, I can’t allow them to be moved unless absolutely necessary.”

“Stay,” Sam proposed. “I know how hard it would be to be away. So just stay here until they wake up.”

“Are you sure?”

“You’re important to (Y/N), and they’re important to me. And I know that having you next to them could only help in their recovery.”

Before leaving, Carlisle taught Rosalie how to supply morphine to (Y/N)’s drip, leaving the necessary tools to ensure that they didn’t wake up in too much pain. All they could do now was wait, and hope that they would gain consciousness soon enough.

For the next couple of days, Rosalie remained at (Y/N)’s side. Her eyes had grown dark in hunger, but she couldn’t bring herself to leave even for a second. She spent day and night monitoring them and making sure to provide all the medications Carlisle had brought over the first morning. The only people she trusted enough to be near them were Sam and Emily, the rest of the pack had only been able to visit once or twice — though they preferred it that way since the presence of the vampire was far too uncomfortable to be near for too long.

(Y/N) laid quiet and unmoving, giving signs of life through their breathing and nerve responses. The wounds had started to heal, slower than usual but enough to warrant the bandages to be discarded. Even Jake had recuperated at that point and was amongst those waiting for their friend to wake up.

It took four mornings and three nights for (Y/N) to start stirring. The first sign of consciousness was their hand squeezing Rosalie which resulted in a gleeful squeal from the blonde that alerted all those inside the house. Sam, Emily, Jake, Paul, and Seth rushed into the room to witness the sleeping wolf finally open their eyes. The others were out on patrol but were keeping an ear out for when their friend finally woke. (Y/N)’s eyes then started fluttering, a groan escaping from their mouth as the discomfort of their wounds was finally felt.

They were thankful that wherever they had woken had soft lights, the normal blinding from fluorescent white lights an uncomfortable sight to wake to. (Y/N) blinked away the fuzziness from their eyes, trying to focus on where they were and who was there. They could identify almost everyone that stood in the room except one.

To their right sat a beautiful blonde girl, with such perfect and pale skin that they could only attribute it to a vampire. She seemed happy, delighted that they had awoken. But how could a vampire be in their land and still have their life?

“Sam,”(Y/N) croaked out. The alpha was quick to their side, attentive to whatever they would question. “What happened?”

“You don’t remember?” Sam’s voice didn’t portray the amount of worry he felt. Even worse when (Y/N) shook their head no. He could see in their eyes that they couldn’t recognize Rosalie. “During the battle, you were attacked by some newborns. One of them slammed you on the ground and you hit your head. You’ve been passed out for four days. Do you remember any of that?”

“I can’t say I do. Last thing I remember was going out for patrol at sunrise.”

“(Y/N), you haven’t gone on morning patrol for almost two months,” Paul mentioned. “Do you know who is standing beside you?”

“I assume it’s one of the Cullens. Probably here to check my vitals and keep some morphine flowing,” (Y/N) answered nonchalantly. “I’m just surprised you wouldn’t call Sue.”

“You really don’t remember me, (Y/N)?” Rosalie cried.

“I’m sorry,” they remorsefully answered. They had finally looked into the girl’s eyes and instantly felt a wrench in their heart, but nothing to clue them in on their importance on their life. “I’m sorry, but I really don’t.”

“So, you don’t recall anything that happened these past two months?”

“I wish I had the answer you’re looking for but, I just don’t.”

Rosalie could not believe her luck. She was able to have the love she had yearned for her whole life, and in a split second, everything slipped from her fingers. She left the room, holding onto her chest and, for some reason, needing a breath of fresh air. There (Y/N) was, conscious and talking, but their brain had no recollection of the one they had imprinted on. The vampire wanted nothing more than to be able to cry and release the emotions that surged in a way that made her feel human. All she could do was scream and split a large rock to feel something — anything.

“Not doing a good job of keeping a low profile,” (Y/N) smiled as they wobbled to where Rosalie stood heaving. “I truly am sorry that I have no memory of you. Sam told me I imprinted on you, but somehow my brain doesn’t remember that. All I feel is a tightness in my chest — something like heartbreak — whenever I look at you, but nothing more than that.”

“I should have known the universe would play another trick on me,” she chuckled. “In two months, I fell in love with you only for you to forget in one unfortunate event.”

“From what Sam was able to tell me I think I also fell in love with you, and it was great up to this moment,” they sighed. (Y/N) grabbed Rosalie’s hand and led her to a log to sit, not being able to hold their weight for much longer. “I do want to remember, and I’ll try my hardest to regain those memories, as long as you’re by my side.”

“For as long as you try, so will I,” she beamed. “I promise I’ll use everything in my arsenal to help you remember.”

Weeks came and went, photos and home videos presented, and visits to special places. Even Bella’s transformation, the birth of Renesmee, and the visit of the Volturi came and went, yet (Y/N) had yet to remember the imprint bond and the moments shared with Rosalie. They had started to grow impatient and irritable, straining their brain to extreme lengths. Every attempt was futile.

They weren’t the only one growing restless. Rosalie had started to doubt that her partner would ever come to regain those priceless memories she held so close to her heart. She tried her hardest to provide (Y/N) with even the most minimal detail of their time together, but it was like their brain had been wiped clean of who she was — including the supernatural bond that had once linked them together. Their first glance, their first touch, their first kiss. All were wiped away by a simple blow.

Even now, as they sat in Rosalie’s room, perusing over the same stack of pictures they had seen for days on end, emotions were high as nothing was remembered. (Y/N) held in their hands a candid image of the vampire and the wolf sharing a laugh at the Cullen’s house back deck. The picture showed a vibrant Rosalie, her head thrown back mid-laughter, a hand on her chest, and the other on her partner’s arm. But what stood out was the love full gaze (Y/N) had as they witnessed the joy in the blonde girl. There was a particular gleam in their eyes, a spark they wanted nothing more than to regain.

“It’s not working!” (Y/N) stood abruptly, pushing the armchair they were sitting on backward. “Doesn’t matter what we do, nothing is coming back!”

“(Y/N), I understand your frustration, but it’s not a quick process,” Rosalie attempted to calm them. “As much as I would want you to remember the love and time we shared, I can’t be mad should you choose to move on.”

“NO! I just want to remember how I loved you then!” (Y/N) blurted. “How will I know if what I’m feeling now is real?”

“What do you mean by that, (Y/N)?” Rosalie blinked away at the realization behind what they had said, unsure if her mind was playing tricks on her. “Are you saying you might have feelings for me now?”

“That might be what I’m saying,” they responded, growing bashful. “There’s nothing that I want more than to be able to remember how I loved you then. But if you can accept my feelings now, regardless of the past, then I would love nothing more than to be able to form a future beside you.”

“The past doesn’t matter right now,” the blonde beamed brightly. “I would be more than honored to walk alongside you through life from this day forward, regardless of the past.”

“Well then, I guess the daily memory exercises won’t be making an appearance in our daily routine anymore,” (Y/N) laughed. As they inched closer to Rosalie, their hands rested on her cheek, giving the cold skin a gentle caress. The vampire smiled at the person in front of her, closing her eyes as she leaned into the loveful touch of her partner. “The only thing I believe is important is that I know that I love you now, and I know I will for the rest of my life.”

Their faces inched closer, lips ghosting over each other, one teasing the other. They both smiled at the playful tease, forgetting the frustrations of memory loss. But Rosalie grew impatient and finally closed the gap between them. She had composed herself this whole time, keeping her urges at bay and respecting (Y/N)’s boundaries. This whole time Rosalie had been a stranger in their mind, and any physical displays of affection could easily discourage them.

Although (Y/N)’s hard work had not paid off, they were thankful for the process. During those long weeks, they were able to get to know Rosalie and understand why they fell for her in the first place, regardless of the supernatural links they shared before. As days went by the small things were what had (Y/N) falling deeper in love with the vampire — the way her eyes beamed when she recounted certain memories, how beautiful her smile was when she showed (Y/N) certain photographs, the love and care that was laced in every word she spoke. They wouldn’t be able to pinpoint a specific point at which they were sure of their feelings, but at that moment they were completely certain that they were completely and utterly in love with Rosalie Cullen.

A year after that pivoting moment, (Y/N) had proposed to Rosalie, no doubt in their mind that she was the woman they wanted to spend their life with.

In less than a month the Cullens had transformed their backyard into a dream wedding venue. It was a small endeavor – only close friends and family.

“There was a time where I didn’t understand love,” (Y/N) started their vows. The expectant eyes of their soon-to-be wife stared into them, seeing through them and into their soul. It was a moment neither of them thought they would ever live to see. “For most of my life, I believed it to be a selfish and daunting task I would never fall trapped in. Granted, I knew that at some point imprinting would force me to think otherwise. And I guess it did happen at some point, but I have no recollection of that moment. Nevertheless, all it took was you.

This is no destiny or fate; this is not chance. Love has grown between us because we chose each other. We worked hard for our relationship. We went through obstacles not many can say they have, and we fell in love. For a long time, your love was enough for both of us. You carried the burden of our memories as I tried to remember what they were. I know I love you because despite losing my memory I am standing here with nothing but love in my heart. And I will continue to stand beside you for as long as we both shall live.

I promise to honor you and cherish you. To, from this day forward, carry with you our love and all the memories we shall create. You will never walk this life on your own, for I will be right beside you. Despite imprint links and loss of memories, it has and always will be you. ”

It took everything inside them not to kiss their almost wife. As Rosalie extended her hand to wipe away the tears that had stained their cheeks, (Y/N) melted into their touch, finding comfort in the coldness of her hand.

“My dearest (Y/N),” Rosalie said, a bright smile spread on her pale face. “I will admit that at some point in time, I thought I would never get a day like this. As the days passed and your memories did not return, I truly believed that was it for us. That one day you would walk away. And maybe in another life you did, but not this one.

In this life, I am lucky enough to be standing before you and our loved ones as a testament to the love that resurged between us. Our memories will never be a burden to me. It is a gift that I carry in my heart, and I guard for us both. And I will continue to carry it for the rest of eternity.

If I have said this once, I will say it a thousand times, I love you with everything that I am. And I promise to stand with you from this day forward, until the end of time. Through the good times and the bad, through the calm and the discord, my place will forever be with you.”

Carlisle smiled at the couple in front of him, warmth filling his unbeating heart at the raw evidence of love. He was proud of how far they had both come, overcoming the hurdles the universe had decided to throw at them time and time again.

He motioned to Renesmee, telling his granddaughter to bring the rings over to the couple. The final symbol of their everlasting love.

“(Y/N), as you place the ring on Rosalie’s finger, repeat after me,” Carlisle said. “I give you this ring as a symbol of my abiding love, eternal faith, and undying devotion.”

“Rose, I give you this ring as a symbol of my abiding love, eternal faith, and undying devotion.”

“With this ring, I marry you and bind my life to yours,” the patriarch continued. “It is a promise of all my tomorrows. I offer my vow to you so that my word and my love will always be with you, close to your heart. That I choose to share my whole life with you, knowing that in marrying you I shall become much more than I am.”

“(Y/N),” Rosalie beamed during her turn. “With this ring, I marry you and bind my life to yours,” the patriarch continued. “It is a promise of all my tomorrows. I offer my vow to you so that my word and my love will always be with you, close to your heart. That I choose to share my whole life with you, knowing that in marrying you I shall become much more than I am.”

“With the power vested in me by god and many states in the United States,” Carlisle chuckled. “I declare you married – you may kiss.”

Cheers erupted around the space as (Y/N) and Rosalie met in a passionate kiss. Their love filled everyone around them, witnessing true love staring at them.

“Ready for forever Mrs. (Y/L/N)?”

“Always have been, Mx. Cullen.”

Everyone that loved and cared for both Rosalie and (Y/N) were excited for the pair. As the reception took place, they gave their best wishes to the couple. Even unforeseen allies such as Paul and Jacob had been overjoyed at their union. If there was anyone that deserved a happy-ever-after, it was them.

“Could I steal away your wife for a second, (Y/N)?” Sam surprised Rosalie as she danced with her wedded partner.

“Of course,” they smiled. “I’m actually very thirsty at the moment.”

Rosalie took Sam’s warm hand and followed his lead in the dance. He had grown to be the couple’s biggest supporter from the start, and he had not unwavered for a second.

“I should have made a bet with you months ago,” Sam chuckled. “I guess I was right, huh. You two are made for each other, imprint bond or not.”

“Glad you didn’t,” she smiled. “I do have a question for you, Sam.”

“Ask away.”

“You always knew. Even before either of us could admit it, you always knew we would end up together. And regardless of our past and who we are, you encouraged (Y/N) to pursue me. Why?”

“I know (Y/N). I’ve known them their whole life. I saw it in their eyes,” he explained. His eyes were soft, filled with care and compassion. A gaze Rosalie never thought she’d receive from another shapeshifter. “After they imprinted on you, something changed in them. Call it destiny, call it the imprint link, call it whatever you want, but I knew that what I saw in their eyes was love. They didn’t even know your name and their heart had completely transformed.”

“But it had to be hard,” she whispered. “(Y/N) renounced to you all, to their family. Yesterday, today, and for all eternity. All for me. Without the certainty of the imprint bond, how will I know that this is what is best for them? That the life they could’ve had if they hadn’t chosen me wouldn’t have been better?”

“How do you know this isn’t the best version already?” Sam comforted. “They made this decision all by themselves because they know you are their forever. Questioning why or why not will not serve you now, Rosalie. They love you and they chose you. From now until forever, you’re stuck with them.”

“And I love them, with all my heart,” Rosalie beamed, her smile spreading from ear to ear. “I guess it’s just hard to know everything they had to let go of in order to be here.”

“Rose, (Y/N) will always be family. My family. Their marriage to you makes you a part of it as well,” he explained. He placed a comforting hand on her forearm and gifted her a smile. “If you fear that they will not be allowed into LaPush, you needn’t worry. Both you and (Y/N) will always be welcome there. Just give me a head-up.”

“Oh, thank you, Sam.” In an uncharacteristic move, she wrapped her arms around Sam, but it was the only thing she could think of doing. “You have no idea how much this means.”

“Good, because that is your wedding gift,” he chuckled.

“Well, look at this beautiful sight,” (Y/N) interrupted. “Never thought I’d see the day and alpha and a vampire would be hugging.”

“What can I say?” Sam laughed. “You’ve really mended the vampire and shapeshifter affairs.”

“That’s me, the Vampire/Shapeshifter Alliance ambassador,” (Y/N) smiled at the man they considered a brother. “Now, I will steal back my wife. You have your own to get back to.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll see you both later.”

(Y/N) took hold of their wife’s hand, twirling Rosalie into their arms. She giggled as she twirled, her dress swishing around her body. The blonde had not known happiness like this, never thought she would live to have it or deserve it. Yet, there she was, the love of her life wrapped around her and the thought of forever heavy in her mind.

“What are you thinking about, Rose?” (Y/N) whispered into her ear, their warm chest pressed flush to her back.

“How excited I am to live again,” she smiled. “And it’s all thanks to you, (Y/N).”

“We have forever to look forward to, my love.” They turned her around, placing a kiss on her lips and wrapping her in a tight hug. “Today is only the beginning.”

Months before the pair could have never imagined this was how their life would end up. The possibility of this future had seemed bleak at some point, another timeline breathing down their necks. Yet, their love persevered. Through wounds and hardships, the devotion that lived between them was enough to carry them to eternity. No trick from the universe could ever push them apart.

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